Chaos, of Probability

“Hmm.” He walked quietly in the dark and empty room. The tables with their blank holes in the middle, that reach to the bottom of their wood, sit quiet and devoid of the other Creators. Chaos walks up to one, and sets a hand down on the side of a table. He then says, “Previous Creations, administrative log in, ‘Zephyr Will, Clovers on Stars’.” The room lights up suddenly, bright lights that would blind any normal being for suddenly turning on, then dimming. He smiles, and then snaps a finger, “Zenigaras!” The inside of the table suddenly changes, revealing a grassy hill with a majestic tree in the direct middle. A garden sits to the side, and in the distance, nothing but white, and in one of the empty whites, a door and windows. Exiting the door, a woman in a nice dress exits, her piercing red eyes, white hair, pale skin, and scar over the bridge of her nose, brings a smile to Chaos, and he assumes a form similar but different. A man in a suit, with brown hair, red eyes, and a scar across his own nose. He then sees the woman look up at him, and speaks, “Sire watches.” She does a small curtsey, then continues walking to the tree. Chaos grins happily, and snaps another finger, a Void Walker appears before the woman, who nods to it.

She speaks with her calm and collected tone, “I assume Sire wishes to know how I am doing in my duties?” The Void Walker walks with her, its lanky limbs moving in a strange fashion, but still in a tellingly human way, and it simply nods to her. She smiles happily, and answers, “Well, I have sent many a Lost One to the world, as is my duty as Guide to Zenigaras. The most recent of consequence was the Azyt Dragon Priestess of Material, Kräuw-Hadrä Sävís-Säkth ‘Light’, and her party. If I remember correctly, he personally sent them here after their fight with Gäläides Mirak ‘Sanctus’ and her horde. Simply for the fact of beginning to show that not all of Mirak’s insufferable brood are malicious, as is the case with Cor Avas Mirak, the Azyt Dragon he skipped over me with, due to the curse given to him.” She begins to sit down in the grass, under the shade of the tree. The Void Walker begins to sit cross legged in front of her, as she continues, “The next most recent was the charming and friendly Detective Prince, bless her heart, she was hurting badly, but had her dear friend, Yume still. Though eldritch in nature, that elder beast was very protective. I believe they were my favorites of the recent batches. The one before that, was Audrey, the Nikorian Musician and Vocalist who had been experimented on by their upper class. She is still within my guest bedchambers, resting from the ordeal of death. Before even them, was the poor poor child, born and sold to slavery, only to teleport and die in machinery just hours before the Andromedan Military Defensive would save all the slaves on board that evil ship. But at least she is now reunited with her brother, though they are much different than before. Instead of the elder sister being the mother figure, it is now the younger brother’s turn to guide his reincarnated sister as a mother figure.” She softly chuckles, while saying, “Sire, you are very cruel, yet so kind. Kill the brother, cause the sister to go to war against the so-called Heroes of her world, with his Yakuza following her in defiance of the Heroes, and then kill both her and her new husband. Reincarnate both the men she cared about as the two women who will guide her now, as caring mother figures.”

Chaos grins, seeing that his Guide to Zenigaras has caught on to his whole plot. She continues though, smiling contentedly, “It was rather entertaining to see them all, Sire. The many different worlds that collide here, and their different actions are entertaining. From the newly crashed Andromedans, to the Azyt Dragons who are beginning to set aside their differences to face the threat of the reawakening of Soren.” She looks to where Chaos is watching from, and speaks, “Sire, I wish for one thing, and I ask you give me it.” He raises an eyebrow, watching and listening, as she continues, “I wish to have the power to stop time within my home. So that I may enjoy time as my Avatar on Zenigaras. I wish to meet them and befriend them, despite how sickly my Avatar is.” He frowns, and then snaps his fingers, letting a rolled piece of parchment fall into her lap.

She takes it and reads it. She begins to frown heavily, looking depressed as she reads. Once done reading, she says, “Then, if that is impossible, can I perhaps be able to split myself in two? One to take over here, while the other enjoys the lands?” He thinks about the possibility, and tries to figure out how that would work, then the paper ignites and reforms. She begins reading it again, and then grins happily, “Thank you, Sire!” He smiles happily, glad to give the poor Guide something she wants for once, as she has never asked for much. Just things to stave off the boredom of waiting. She stands quickly, and begins running back to the door. He smiles at her energy, reminding him of when his daughters were still young goddesses, then he realizes they still are young goddesses. He feels a little existential dread at the thought, but he lets the Guide do her thing, as he says, “Be safe, Eve.”

He speaks, “Deathly Fear, Andromedan Palace”. The table changes, revealing a rather sparse palace. A young woman in a hoodie, with pink horns that fade to white, and normal jeans, can be seen poking her head around a corner, scanning the area, and then running quietly and quickly. He chuckles, knowing what is happening. He looks around the area, and finds the Honor Guard. With a silent and small nudge, they begin moving towards where she will be, and once they intersect, she slides to a stop, turning to run. However, the Captain quickly rushes forward and grabs her by the arm, saying, “You are not trying to run from me, are you, my Andromeda?” She pouts at her guardian, who smiles back behind his visor, then he speaks, “Remember, we will happily escort you out of the palace if you feel you need to exit it, however, you must make it clear. We cannot have you just running out into Haven’s streets. It may be the capital of the Defensive, but all places can be dangerous. You are without heir, we cannot have a situation like Andromeda-3. Especially during this civil war.” She pouts heavily at him, and he smiles at her calmly and warmly. “Now, let me escort you back to your office.” He looks behind himself, “Corporal, keep on patrol. I will join you once I have returned the Andromeda to her office.” The Corporal nods, and begins walking, his golden armor glinting slightly.

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The Captain begins walking with the Andromeda back to her office, as Chaos speaks again, “Deathly Fear, Avatar.” The scene shifts, and suddenly the sounds of artillery can be heard. A man walks into a metal shelter, his cloak flowing slightly, and the five silver stars shining brightly in a circle on his right shoulder, while on the left a flag patch lays his allegiance to the Andromeda bare. He speaks, “This meeting shall now begin. Federation Officers, your current objective has been to solidify our lines. Your next objective is to push the Rebels back, and retake Zel. Scouts have confirmed that there are still civilians within the city limits, and with the war taking its toll on the surrounding areas, it's highly likely civilian lives have already been lost. Remember that we must protect civilian lives, and rout the Rebel forces defending the city. As such, Orbital Shock Soldiers have been authorized to engage. When nearing the city limits, you will hold position, and then radio JTAC of your position. JTAC has standing orders that the moment all ground forces have given the all clear, they will hail the AMV End’s Songstress, who will enter atmo and provide firesupport on incoming Rebel reinforcements. At the same time, the End’s Songstress will drop your Orbital Shocks into the city. Is that understood?” The Officers present nod in response, or say “Aye, Commander General.” The Commander General nods then says, “A team of Knights has been dispatched to assist in the retaking of Zel. Two will drop with the Orbital Shocks. Two will be with the front line. The Drops are Central Knights Major Isabel Y’ven, Central Knights Lieutenant Jake Lins. The two that will be on the front line are Northern Knights Colonel Aktas Anders, and Southern Knights Lieutenant Arma Evelyn. Now, anything you wish to discuss with me?” One Officer raises a hand and speaks, “Sir, many of the positions on the east flank in this sub sector are running low on supplies. We need more.” The Commander General nods in response, “Understood. More supplies will be allocated to the Everan Protectorate and Ankoran Defense Alliance forces. We’re certainly not running low with the Rebel Fleets in the system demolished. Hold out for two more days, you will have your supplies by then, or earlier.”

Chaos begins to grow bored with this meeting, and speaks again, deciding to look at something else, “Project Emet, White Wine.” The scene shifts, and then reveals a shop, equipment litters the walls, displays, and desks. Behind a counter a person stands, their face covered almost completely by their orange hood, and they were speaking to a woman in a blue fleece jacket, with white lines on the arms, “-o Elicia, what’ll it be?” She smiles, and then says, “I just need some info.” The orange hooded individual chuckles, then puts their arms on the counter, asking, “What info? Then I’ll give you a price.” They grin, and let Elicia speak, “Female, fortune teller, light blue cloak, blonde hair, golden or silver eyes, can leave the area before you realize if you look away.” The orange hooded figure, stands up, and puts a hand on their chin, but looks up to where Chaos is watching from, hiding the fact they are looking at something specific rather well, “Gold or silver?” Elicia nods, answering, “I couldn’t tell. It looked as if it were both, but not both. Does that make sense?” The orange hood nods slowly, then looks at Elicia and says, “10k. 10k credits is my price.” Elicia is shocked by this amount, and asks, “That’s a really hefty price. What for?” The orange hood moves their arms to the side, shaking their head and shrugging, “I’m not sworn to secrecy or anything, I’m just that confident. Besides, I’ll give you this tidbit for free, don’t go looking for her. She’ll come to you when you need her or when she needs you.” They lower their arms, and then says, “Now, go work or spend time with your girlfriend. I’ve got nothing for you, and I need to get back to working. Because I’m going to get another customer in three, two, one-” they point on one, and the door opens, revealing another customer entering. He sees them, and decides to browse until he can buy something. Elicia sighs, and begins walking, “Well thanks anyway, Zephyrus.” Zephyrus does a two finger salute, and then looks at their new customer, “What can I help you with, pal?”

Chaos grins, and then decides to go back to normal, as he hears the door open. He speaks, “Disable Admin Access.” He then turns as the table shuts down, and he looks at the individual entering his area. He grins, and then says, “Hello. What can I do for you?” The woman walks over, frowning up at him, as she says, “So you were here. Do you think it's funny?” Chaos laughs heartily, and then suddenly stops laughing as he grins down at her, “Abso-fucking-lutely, my dear Order, of Probability!”