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The Alpine Kingdom of The Soviet state of Svalbard

8th of July. On the balcony of one of the top rooms of the Summer Palace. A below average height woman was standing on the balcony; with what could be described as a thousand-mile stare, she looked out over the city of Ilis whilst leaning on some kind of long stick that came up to her waist. This woman was, of course, Rioeste I Dar Hakoen, the 19 year old queen of Svalbard. She had bags under her eyes, and seemed to be slightly shaking while leaning on the sceptre of Hakoensville - her family heirloom that had been kept in the room behind the bookshelf. Despite knowing what was going to happen, and exactly what she was going to do, the anticipation and anxiety of the month-long wait for the event to transpire had put her through a fit of worrying that had led to many a sleepless night, tossing and turning in bed in fear of what was to come. However, a few days ago she had received an update from the SISN that tonight would be the night she needed to get herself together and respond to this threat. Despite the anxiety being lessened thanks to the confirmation of a date, Rioeste still struggled to shake the fear and lack of self-confidence in her due to the gravity of this event - if something went wrong, a lot of other things would probably go wrong.
“Listen - just calm down Rioeste, it’s going to be ok you’ve been practicing for the past month nothing can go wrong, you’ve got this! Hm... and I’m still talking to myself. Ah well, old habits die hard.” After giving herself a prep talk, however, a strange movement in the ocean in front of her caught her attention. The region wasn’t known for large sea creatures, which meant that the movement was unnaturally occurring. Of course, it could be a passing naval vessel, like a submarine, however other countries shouldn’t be allowed to use these waters for naval manoeuvres or training, and the SRN is supposed to send warnings when they do war games in shallow waters near the coast, meaning...
As if on cue, suddenly what had been moving around underneath the water burst out from beneath the waves; causing water to cascade down on either side of it. What emerged from the water was some kind of giant metallic snake, gleaming orange eyes allowing for one staring at it to see deep down into its wide open mouth. In the depths of its throat there was some kind of device that was rapidly rotating around a glowing white orb, and its massive form was covered in a bright purple shell, divided into different parts. It looked equally impressive and terrifying at the same time, and seemed to be surveying the area, looking for a target. Despite the menacing aura possessed by this machination, Rioeste seemed to be unfazed by its arrival - as a matter of fact, her shaking from before had subsided and she looked at the metallic snake with a rather disappointed look.

“... that’s what they sent to kill me? Really? A bit underwhelming really” As if it heard her, after Rioeste said that the snake turned in her direction and slithered towards the balcony. In response, Rioeste flicked her sceptre up off the ground and picked it up on the way down, then walked towards the railing on the far side. Once they as both reached their destination, the metallic snake and short woman stared at each other, soulless, unfeeling orange eyes met a pair of lax murky green ones.
“So this” Rioeste sort of dangled a finger in the general direction of the massive robot in front of her. “is what’s supposed to do me in, hm? I must say, whoever designed this must know how to make someone feel delightful at their own funeral - really does take the seriousness of the event away, I mean this looks downright ridiculous, how is this supposed to do anything?”
As if it had been offended by that, the device inside the snake’s mouth began to spin at an increased rate, every passing second it became faster and faster until it was practically a blur. Once again, however, Rioeste didn’t seem to mind what looked to be her impending doom coming closer.sigh Goodness me, look before you cause the most unnatural harm to myself, everyone around us... and yourself, can we just have a sit down for a chat for one moment? I understand your Jezabelsteinian masters have many legitimate reasons for killing me for no apparent reason; but I’m sure there’s many things we both don’t know about each other, and if we have an honest conversation I’m sure we can reveal those things to one another, then there won’t be a need for all these antics, right?”
However it seemed like Rioeste’s words fell on death ears as the core of the reactor inside the throat of the machine began to spin faster and faster, letting out a ear-splitting noise that seemed to only get louder as time passed. The core also began to emit a slight glow, however as the spinning continued it got gradually became brighter, making it seem as if a spotlight was blaring straight down at Rioeste. Clearly realising that her vain attempt at avoiding the situation had gone nowhere, she resolved to picking up the sceptre she brought out with her and pointing it at the machination that was staring her down. “ugh, didn’t even like that conversation anyway”
With that, Rioeste began to concentrate her every part of her mind into preventing what was about to happen. Everything and anything to stop the oncoming destruction was what she needed: seeing it coming in her mind, she thought of a giant shield blocking the blast; like a forcefield, protecting everything surrounding it. As she did this whilst her eyes were closed, the off-set crown she religiously wore on her head then began to emanate with a red glow, as did the tip of the sceptre in her hand. The two beat out red light in unison with one another, as if connected in some way; trying to counter the white glow coming from the snake. It seemed to actually look down at Rioeste as this happened, baffled and confused as to what was going on: and as if I was scripted she then opened her eyes to see this, and sparkly remarked: “yeah, that’s right; you’re not the only one who can glow and look scary”.
Despite the cocky attitude she adopted, Rioeste actually felt exhausted and knew that the attack needed to come soon otherwise she’d likely pass out from the extreme exertion she was putting herself through. Fortunately, it came not a moment to late as suddenly the white light grew significantly brighter in a matter of moments; so knowing what was coming Rioeste swiped at her enemy with the backhand, letting out a red-mesh which looked like it was made of some material not of this world. It completely covered up the machine’s mouth, and as it let out its apocalyptic blast, it got caught inside its mouth and swirled around the netting Rioeste had thrown in front of it. For a while, it seemed the two forces were battling each other, the explosion trying to break free of its prison, and the fire trying to break out. During this, Rioeste continued to hold her pose of pointing her sceptre at the mouth of the snake, mortally scared something had gone wrong and desperately trying to fight back against the brutal and violeny force of the explosion; however after around a minute of gingerly staring at what looked like a blown-up bomb trying to break free of its shackles, Rioeste finally let loose and sigh of relief as the red mesh held firm, forming a sphere and encapsulating the explosion inside of it. The ball-like object then floated downwards, being caught by Rioeste who at this point was practically drenched in sweat not only from the amount of effort holding back the explosion took, but also simply the heat she had been standing in, so the cold night air washing over her was a nice change of pace. After grabbing the encaged explosion, Rioeste repeatedly tossed it up in the air and caught it again whilst restarting the conversation with the mechanical snake in front of her.
“Well: as you can see that didn’t go how you planned it, did it? Now, before you go and do something rash like that again, how about you actually hear me out this time, hm?” Rioeste then leaned towards the mechanised beast in front of her, a significantly higher amount of menace and threat in her voice than there had been before. “Whoever it is that’s listening - and I know there’s someone listening, let me remind you of the first law of thermodynamics: energy cannot be created or destroyed, only transferred from one source to another. As you know, you transferred a lot of energy to try and kill me and destroy my home - but oh no! You actually just transferred that energy into my hands. Now as you may know, people who do, or almost get their homes destroyed tend to become a little bit spiteful and vengeful of the people or things that did the destroying. You catching my drift? So: here’s what you got to do if you don’t want me flinging this here exploding right back at you and causing significant levels of harm to your cute little robot - and it is really cut by the way: so, you are going to leave this island; never come back to this country; and never tell anyone what went down tonight: in return, I won’t throw this” She indicated at the mesh ball still imprisoning an active explosion inside it.”at your little robot, and won’t ruthless hunt down it’s inventors and kill them in an even more brutal fashion - which I can very well do, I’ll have you know” for around 10 seconds the two just stared at one another, murky green eyes once gain met glowing orange, albeit this time the more powerful set of eyes seemed to have shifted. Rioeste felt like there was a sense of unease around what she had just said, so to make sure she’d get what she wanted, she talked to the robot in a much more soothing and reassuring, but still determined and threatening, voice. “I know whoever you are in there, you’re smart: you have the chance to make the right choice and avoid millions being hurt in the process; just walk away”.
A few seconds after that, the snake seemingly made up its made as its head swivelled around it and slid back to where it had come from. Rioeste was utterly and totally relieved, but also completely knackered, so she threw the glowing red mesh ball into a drawer, shut it, then slowly walked over to the bed, whilst sleepily mumbling: “I think I’m just going to...” before passing out from exhaustion and falling face down onto the bed.

Kjanu, Of denmarkia, and Minervaindexca

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