“In space a revenant was emerging from a crack at the edge of the universe. A point no larger than the tip of a sewing needle was giving birth to an entity, from far beyond all known time and space. The tiny point glittering darkly, stretched for parsecs on a direct course towards a tiny blue planet called Earth.” - Edehn Staplefoote
In the future, you don't need to be good to be a hero
Introducing Generation Ultra
A motorcade of six black sedans, hogged the curb in front of the Seattle International Airport terminal. Here and there people glanced with anticipation, to be sure they didn’t miss a head of state arriving, or maybe even the newly elected, Prime Minister of NAS ( the North American State) Prime Minister Oshihiro, but no, it was not him. It was the Princess Akenefer, and that was her motorcade.
Akenefer emerged from the concourse in a gold tunic drawn over snug suede britches, of plush black silk. Instead of her typical weaponized Kephresh she donned a simple tiara that would only denote to the keenest of observers that she was in fact a sovereign, and not performing some presumptuous cosplay. Akenefer was the sole regent to the magical dominion of Amenteht which lay beyond the known borders of what was referred to in modern times as Antarctica. Accompanied by a small entourage made up of her first general Apollonia, and three more soldiers Akenefer made her way swiftly through the terminal.
Apollonia halted the small detachment anxiously and drew up beside Akenefer “Ma’am I just received the intel on our target.”
“You mean Geneviève?” Akenefer said. Apollonia nodded her head reluctantly.
“The compound is in Ocean Shores. We are certain it’s her.”