Dalinale
2019-09-24, 11:02 AM
It was a unremarkable deployment for all members of the Inquisitorial retinue, sans that each had a different method of transportation; perhaps a show on behalf of their patron, employer, and lord to make a impression upon them all that they were not in a fevered and isolated backwater.
The structure that Cyprain's Gate was named after was a grand bivalve-shaped rockcrete complex surrounded by a entanglement of multi-level rockcrete paths for carriages and other vehicles. The interior resembled that of a more cruder construction recently improved and cleaned, with little of the debris or signs of wear that was usually associated with such venerable buildings as a off-world port. The lighting was bright, the terminals that lined the walls in some locations appeared to all be in good condition, and works of art and sculpture lined the halls, each breathtaking displays of Ecclesiarchical grandeur and Imperial might.
All this, however, might have honed in the minds of the acolytes that the briefing they were given was quite nearly non-existent and merely gave them each information about their respective goals; that they were to meet in the central chamber, which was a few minutes away by internal shuttle from their respective ports of arrival, and to meet inside the 'Blue Room', which was a area of restricted access reserved for arriving Imperial representatives, in order to meet their informant of the day for further instructions. Vague orders from a distaint Inquisitor, coupled by a all-expense trip to a pleasure planet to do what was was described as a 'routine assessment', might have made some question the legitimacy of the report, but it was confirmed to be
The shuttle tunnel itself was a work of art, being surrounded by a great mural; oceanic in theme, it resembled a majestic coral reef, a fiery rainbow of colors accompanied by quite certainty more than a hundred obscure and strange creatures, perhaps imagined by long-dead scribes or perhaps native to the very ocean of the planet itself. The shuttle itself went by too swiftly for any individual creature or form to be analyzed fully by the human mind, but for every clearly defined creature there was perhaps a few more that were just barely hinted at.
Regardless of another complexity that could never be fully appreciated by mere mortal man, the shuttle was brief in itself and it emptied out into the grand chamber, as promised; a great circular plaza actually below the landing strips themselves, it was as grand and imposing as could be expected, with many small shops lining the interior walls like fungi around a log and a soft light being suitable enough to see one's way fine enough. Truthfully, the distinct lack of humanity's ability to make do with the space allotted made it somewhat unnerving; for a chamber that would have been suitable for ten thousand to stand within and not feel crowded, there were perhaps half a thousand within it even counting the guards and it had the ambiance of a half-forgotten cathedral, from the smoke that lingered near it's ceiling and the echos of idle talk dying unremarkable deaths; this was also helped by the presence of the small, dusty servitor-staffed choir within the chamber, off near the leftmost side of the room, who were producing from each of their meshed speaker-like mouths the sound of a monastic chorus (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w743skBk09g) on a permanent loop.
Most of the stalls that catered to travelers from beyond the stars, and subsequently most of the travelers themselves, were clustered around what appeared to be the main exit. However, perhaps more importantly, local security in light armor and heavy-visored helmets were also primarily clustered around the shuttles and the far end of the chamber, leaving a practical empty vastness in between the two areas, which was only being partially bridged by the slow trickle of travelers leaving the shuttle towards a greater future.
It would've been easy to spot the other members of the cell; they were quite near the only ones who didn't look like either peasants in ship uniforms or off-world nobles.
The structure that Cyprain's Gate was named after was a grand bivalve-shaped rockcrete complex surrounded by a entanglement of multi-level rockcrete paths for carriages and other vehicles. The interior resembled that of a more cruder construction recently improved and cleaned, with little of the debris or signs of wear that was usually associated with such venerable buildings as a off-world port. The lighting was bright, the terminals that lined the walls in some locations appeared to all be in good condition, and works of art and sculpture lined the halls, each breathtaking displays of Ecclesiarchical grandeur and Imperial might.
All this, however, might have honed in the minds of the acolytes that the briefing they were given was quite nearly non-existent and merely gave them each information about their respective goals; that they were to meet in the central chamber, which was a few minutes away by internal shuttle from their respective ports of arrival, and to meet inside the 'Blue Room', which was a area of restricted access reserved for arriving Imperial representatives, in order to meet their informant of the day for further instructions. Vague orders from a distaint Inquisitor, coupled by a all-expense trip to a pleasure planet to do what was was described as a 'routine assessment', might have made some question the legitimacy of the report, but it was confirmed to be
The shuttle tunnel itself was a work of art, being surrounded by a great mural; oceanic in theme, it resembled a majestic coral reef, a fiery rainbow of colors accompanied by quite certainty more than a hundred obscure and strange creatures, perhaps imagined by long-dead scribes or perhaps native to the very ocean of the planet itself. The shuttle itself went by too swiftly for any individual creature or form to be analyzed fully by the human mind, but for every clearly defined creature there was perhaps a few more that were just barely hinted at.
Regardless of another complexity that could never be fully appreciated by mere mortal man, the shuttle was brief in itself and it emptied out into the grand chamber, as promised; a great circular plaza actually below the landing strips themselves, it was as grand and imposing as could be expected, with many small shops lining the interior walls like fungi around a log and a soft light being suitable enough to see one's way fine enough. Truthfully, the distinct lack of humanity's ability to make do with the space allotted made it somewhat unnerving; for a chamber that would have been suitable for ten thousand to stand within and not feel crowded, there were perhaps half a thousand within it even counting the guards and it had the ambiance of a half-forgotten cathedral, from the smoke that lingered near it's ceiling and the echos of idle talk dying unremarkable deaths; this was also helped by the presence of the small, dusty servitor-staffed choir within the chamber, off near the leftmost side of the room, who were producing from each of their meshed speaker-like mouths the sound of a monastic chorus (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w743skBk09g) on a permanent loop.
Most of the stalls that catered to travelers from beyond the stars, and subsequently most of the travelers themselves, were clustered around what appeared to be the main exit. However, perhaps more importantly, local security in light armor and heavy-visored helmets were also primarily clustered around the shuttles and the far end of the chamber, leaving a practical empty vastness in between the two areas, which was only being partially bridged by the slow trickle of travelers leaving the shuttle towards a greater future.
It would've been easy to spot the other members of the cell; they were quite near the only ones who didn't look like either peasants in ship uniforms or off-world nobles.