Diarch Rellik
Lord of the Diarchy
A Shared Purpose
The sun dipped low over Bastion's outer district as Rellik and Lyssara stood atop a ridge of obsidian rock, the air still carrying faint warmth from the midday light. Below them stretched a flattened span of cleared terrain, cordoned off by labor drones and survey markers. The wind carried faint echoes from nearby barracks—training routines, laughter, boots on duracrete.
Rellik stood beside her in silence for a moment, his hands behind his back, golden eyes sweeping across the land with a quiet sense of purpose. His robes fluttered in the breeze, giving a dynamic sense to the rather stoic man. It was just the Diarch, and the woman who helped him shape miracles from metal and magic.
"This is it," he said at last, voice calm but proud. "The forge of the future Diarchy—an armory not just of war, but of will. Science meeting combat based on our intelligence and experience shared." He turned to her, expression softening as he saw the flicker of thought behind her eyes. He knew that look—calculations, measurements, hypothetical constructs unfolding behind her gaze.
"I want every Legionary to be armed not just with what the galaxy expects—but with what we envision. Alchemized blades. Modulated pulse weapons. Armor that adapts on instinct. All of these things and more we can create together. You and I"
He smiled faintly, stepping forward with her toward the edge of the plot, boots crunching lightly on loose gravel. "There should be levels of access of course. Reserve protocols, to let the standard issue remain sturdy and brutal—but let there also be shadows in this place. Stock rooms that only open when you, Laphisto, Reign or myself say so."
He glanced her way, eyes narrowing with a playful glint.
"I trust you to design it better than anyone else ever could. But I also trust you to keep it from burning down the galaxy by accident." He gave his dear a sweet soft laugh. He had every intention of helping in the armories construction but he wished to flatter her.
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Lyssara Thrynn