EVE Fiction

Tears Of Shamshel

"Three has fallen."

"She was quite good. How did this happen?"

"We are unsure at the moment. Reguardless of the circumstances of her death, she must be replaced. You know the rules."

"I do...the standard must be maintained. Difficult it will be, to find one to replace Three."

"I know. Why we must make haste in this matter."

Two figures discuss amongest themselves, cloaked admist the shadowy vestige of a massive pillar within a vast, open hall. No furniture adorns the room. No carpets paint the floor. Nothing more than rock and stone encase any occupant of this large room, along with 200 smooth, featureless pillars that touch both ground and sky. But the ceiling does speak, only when the rays from the twin suns pierce through opposing windows at the right times of the day and year upon the Aesir homeworld. It speaks with images, none of which have any color. Only varying shades of blacks and whites against the brown stone. When the two suns strike the ceiling just right, the scriptures are unfolded into wordless view.



"Hey! YOU!!" A deep voice shouts out onto the mass of figures, strolling along the narrow yet crowded street at a mundune pace...save for one of them, whom runs with a swift speed and agility that might make a slaver hound jealous.

"Thief! THIEF!!" The loud deep voice bellows out into the crowd from a stout, bearded man that flails his arms about to draw attention before dropping them both to his sides, a look of defeat building on his face.

~ Left. Right. Left. Left. Right. ~ Is all the fleeing person thinks to themself. Darting between the diverse and numbered group of people walking along the streets on this beautiful day. Avoiding them without apparent effort, with moves that provoke images of primal animals gracefully avoiding stalking beasts. This continues until a sharp turn at a street intersection lands the black-cloak hooded individual into a throng of people, idly making their way. Blending in before disappearing down a narrow crevice between buildings. The darkened alley leading to a building behind the two flanking the alleyway. A door opens.



"One."

"Yes, Forty-two... what is it?" A woman behind a desk asks while still peering down at several papers, neatly piled upon the desk. Some how knowing whom entered the room without even a glance.

"The Virtue in question knows nothing of what we do. I have done as you asked and it would seem that he behaves much in the same manner as I do, a body without a head to think for..."

"That is quite enough." The women says as she stands, head still drawn to the papers laid out on the desk. Her head turns upwards slowly, with an expressionless look about her face as she looks at the man she called Forty-two before walking towards the door as she speaks, "Thank you for allowing me access to your room and files."

"As if I had a choice..." The man mumbles to himself as the woman walks out, closing the door behind her.



"Shamshel!!"

The sound of the name tickles the ears in a way that only a handful of childern's voices could accomplish, shouting in near whimsical unison. Producing a small, upturn at the corner of lips into a coy smile. The moment hitting just as the door into the building is shut.

"Welcome back!" A gleeful girl announces as she sprints upto to the black-cloak hooded claid person, clutching onto a leg with a tremendous hug.

"Oouffff!" The person exclaims before laughing. Weaving fingers through the girl's hair and patting her head with a gentle motion before bringing the hand upto the hood and pulling it away. The blackness of the hood is washed away by shimmering blond hair cascading out from the shadows of the black hood. The enchanting face of a young woman springs to life in the poorly lite, large room of what appears to be an abdanoned warehouse.

"My baby girl angels!" The woman exclaims with a wide smile as her enticing blue eyes sparkle outwards upon the childern. She walks towards the center of the room, by a fire and sits down on the floor before pulling out several items from the folds of her cloak.

"All you angels gather round now." She tells the childern in the room. They make their way to her, sitting down in a circle around the fire, which illuminates their faces. Everyone one of them a girl, eyes all looking at the items.

"What did you get, Shamshel?" One of the girls asks.

Shamshel looks at the girl with a smile before telling her, "Well, Abree...several bags of fruit, a loaf of bread, and..." holding the note of the last word as she shuffles around in her cloak some more. "Some raspberry gumdrops!"

Some of the girls cheer, some gasp with mouths open, others scream... but soon they all scream as a thunderous boom claps throughout the warehouse, quickly followed by windows shattering. Figures jumping through the windows, weapons in hand. Shamshel deftly leaping to her feet and trying to quickly gather the childern, but there is no where to go as they are encircled immediately with weapons pointed at them.

"I swear to God! If you hurt any one of them, I'll.."

"You shouldn't swear to God. You have no right, nor authority to do any such thing." Someone standing off by the doorway states, before stepping through.

The Aesir Empire History

The Aesir Empire is run by two Emperors of the same familial bloodline and are supported by the Ecchlesiarchy in running the Empire. The Emperors or in some cases Empress are always twins, a trait of the ruling family, which makes their connection to one another and the Empire all the stronger. The Emperor/Empress oversee everything in the Empire from tithe collection of the Houses, to research projects, and Fleet status and findings. The Ecchlesiarchy run by the Church, helps keep the citizens of the Empire in a state of content knowing their Emperor/Empress and God look upon them with pride.

The Church also maintains all Temples and Sacred Sites in the Empire, helping keep the Religion alive and in the hearts of the citizens; Religion plays a key role in the citizen's life as they know their God is amiable and accepting of everyone which helps them move through life. As such there is very little dividing among the Houses and the people as they are tied together through their love of the Emperor/Empress and God.

Each House oversees facets of the Empire while working together and owning shares in each other's Houses; this makes ties stronger and division less likely. The Houses also compete in their duties and the quality of their duties in order to gain the favor of the Emperor/Empress and high leaders of the Ecchlesiarchy, where upon they may recieve greater funding or personnel to further their corresponding projects.

The Holy Empire fleet is controlled solely by the Emperors/Empresses and nothing is done with without their approval. The Fleet is maintained by two Houses specialized in construction and technology applications, while the remaining Houses provide further assistance via personnel and equipment or materials needed to maintain and populate the Fleet.

• Ships of the Aesir: click

Main Houses of the Aesir Empire
House As-Mogin
As-Mogin are viewed of descendants of God, such is their purity and ancient bloodlines. While the head House, As-Mogin consults with those of Grigori and Da'gur and sets the Laws and Rules of the Land. Due to their higher power and deliverance, no one questions those of House As-Mogin as they have the power to enforce the law. While in main control As-Mogin still defers to other Houses in daily life in the Empire. By using the workings of Da'Gur and having it published in scripture via the Grigori, they follow their slogan of 'Unity', a belief that a unified mind and soul of the people allows all to adhere to the Voice and Will of God and the Twin Emperors. While As-Mogin also controls and runs most of the Empire's military forces, they still subject themselves to the military leadership of House Abraxas.

• Fleetname - ??????
• Mothership/ Titan - Marmaroth (There is only one)
• Battleship - Aeshima
• Battlecruiser - Aeron
• Cruiser - Andraste
• Frigate - Bael

House Abraxas
The House of Abraxas consist of the elite forces of Aesir. Promoting justice through action rather than words. They are considered to be the Hand of God within the Aesir comminuty. There are 365 equal members of the House. Each with the title of Virtue. It is said that if you happen to come face to face with a Virtue, then you know the voice of God is about to punish you for your actions and nothing can save you other than complete redemption of sins. Some say they are immortal, as there always is 365 Virtues in the House, no more, no less. Abraxas direct operations as commanders of the military fleets of all the Houses to include the smallest of covert operations to which they tend to handle themselves in person. That is their power and strength. Their ability to enforce and uphold the Voice of God and the Twin Emperors as well as that of House As-Mogin.

• Fleetname - Eitr Falls
• Dreadnought - The Nemaniah (There is only one)
• Battleship - Phrinsar
• Cruiser - Armeros
• Frigate - Kali