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tonberryslantern · 1 year

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Heir to the Empire

Marcia wyr Agrippina was running out of royalty. The Senaculum Imperialis was overrun and blood filled the hallways. She dragged Claudius yae Tiberius over the corpse of his aunt and shoved him behind the podium of the speaker. The battle was getting quieter. That meant nothing good. Magitek didn't scream in pain or victory.

"Stay here," she said as he crawled into the alcove behind the cold iron stand where once the laws of the empire had been laid down. Now the senate chamber was just another place for the citizens of the empire to die. Rows and rows of seats left empty, save for one near the back where another former prince lay strewn open and steaming.

It was the duty of the Royal Guard to protect the royal family, and they were failing miserably. Where was Nerva, the rightful Emperor? He'd disappeared long before they'd left the ruins of the Palatium Novum. Gone during the civil war which had wracked the city and decimated their numbers. Last she'd know there were five members of the Royal Guard left; at least the ones following Nerva zos Galvus.

Zos. The Emperor.

She looked down at the cowering child. How old was he? She couldn't even remember. But he had just been Claudius wyr Tiberius an hour ago. Before the magitek came. Since then she'd seen the title change a dozen times. Wyr became Yae. Yae became dead and replaced yet another Wyr. This boy, what was he, third cousin of Nerva? A grand nephew maybe? He was now next in line for the throne. He was the most important thing on this whole planet. He was the power to shape the future.

She turned and adjusted her grip on her axe as the machine came ripping through the doors into the chamber. Its treaded legs smashed the corpse of her former prince, and Marcia charged forward through the chaos of the chamber of law. Did this model have flame throwers? Missile launchers? Perhaps an energy beam as well. Did it belong to the 1st Legion or her 3rd? Did it matter? All the safeties had been turned off so they could attack their own people in the war. It was death was what it was.

A pair of guns atop the metal arachnid opened up and she rolled behind a row of senate seats. The high caliber rounds tore through them as if they weren't there and one punched into the armor above her shoulder. It didn't penetrate, but the ricochet clipped her across the cheek and sprayed blood into her eye. Concealment is not cover she told herself as she got to her feet and kept running. The machine tracked her with glowing red lenses scattered across its chassis, and she heard a whump whump whump as smoke billowed up around it in vertical plumes. It did have missiles.

Marcia changed directions, planting a foot on the back of one of the chairs and propelling herself through the air towards the machine. The warheads hit the balcony gallery before they had a chance to come back down on top of her. Detonations sent debris falling all around and on top of the machine, fouling the aim of its guns even as the force of the explosions slammed her belly first back onto the ground.

She had no breath. Her ears were ringing and the room spun like a top. But the machine was still there. Claudius was still there. And she was between them.

With the silence of empty lungs she tore herself from the ground using her axe as leverage and charged. The machine raised a leg dripping with royal blood to smash her flat. Somehow her power armor found one last drop of ceruleum in its empty tank. Magitek servos whirred. The jets on the back of her axe sputtered and ignited. The leg came down as she roared upward.

The impact tore the machine's leg from its body. It scrambled its other limbs to compensate, but Marcia's axe fell again. Armor crumpled. Lenses shattered. She hit it again and again even as her body finally remembered how to breathe once more. She hit it to save the empire. She smashed it to save the world.

When it was over sparks flew from severed wires and ceruleum leaked from broken gaskets. It was as much of a mess as the royal family was. Worse. Because Claudius still lived.

"Agrippina!" She turned then and saw him running towards her. A slasher was on his heels. Who had designed such a thing? A machine made of speed and blades whose only purpose was brutal, bloody death? What world did they live in where such a thing had seemed, at one time, to be the answer to a problem? She ran towards him. Her armor was sluggish. Her axe was heavy. But she could make it; just barely.

Then she saw it again. The title prepared to jump. It was like it was staring at her, poised like some vicious animal scrambling for its own survival. A parasite that needed a host. And she saw herself. Marcia yae Agrippina. No. Marcia zos Agrippina. The daughter of a noble so obscure there’d been debate over whether to even grant her a Wyr. Under her leadership the Empire would grow strong again; its enemies crushed before a tide of steel and ceruleum. Her stomach growled. She was hungry.

There was almost no hesitation as she ran. Almost no pause as she swung her axe as hard as she could. And she destroyed the slasher even as Claudius's final scream still echoed in the senate chamber.

Once there had been a Republic. In this room they debated the best course of action for Garlemald and its people. They argued over taxes, infrastructure, and social welfare. They bickered and played games; lied, cheated and stole. But they ruled. Then came Solus zos Galvus. The Emperor himself. He silenced them and pushed them aside to bring the empire to greatness. To where it was today.

To ruin.

Marcia oen Agrippina shouldered her axe and took her first step over the corpse of the last prince of Garlemald. The royal family was dead. But at least the Senaculum Imperialis could be rebuilt.

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davidlatreillewhatsup · 7 years

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FICSAM

The Boudoir will represent Canada during the 5th edition of FICSAM [Festival Internacional de Cinema E Saúde Mental] in Faro, Portugal.

About FICSAM

FICSAM is a film and arts festival about mental health and will be held in Faro Municipal Museum between 5 and 8 of October 2017. Our goal is to sensitize the community on mental health issues through different art approaches. Beside new audiences, promote films we wish to contribute to the inclusion of all that suffer from a mental health issue. The FICSAM plans to release films that raise the cultural and scientific debate on topics of Mental Health, whose approach can help inform and sensitize the public through different cinematic approaches.

This event aims, through the arts, including film, to contribute to stimulate the general public on issues related to mental health of individuals, fight stigma and discrimination associated with this type of problem and help to promote human rights people with mental illness. The FICSAM takes place annually in parallel with the celebrations of the World Mental Health Day, 10 October. Among the display of short and feature films of fiction, documentary, animation and video clips and films produced in national and international schools, the public can visit the exhibition in the museum cloisters and still participate in a Digital Cinema Workshop.

The Selected Films

About Faro Museum

The Faro Municipal Museum was the second museum to be created in the Algarve. In 1894, on the 500th anniversary of the birth of Infante Dom Henrique (Henry the Navigator), Faro inaugurated the Museum Archeologico Lapidar Infante D. Henrique dedicated to the heroes of Sagres. In 1912 the museum’s collection was transferred to the Church of the Old Convent of “Santo António dos Capuchos” and there it remained until 1969 when the move to the museum’s current site began.The museum’s archaeological collection is the most significant, with artifacts from pre-historical, roman and medieval periods. The most important objects are those from the Roman period which includes a mosaic from the 2nd/3rd centuries, the busts of Emperor Hadrian and Agrippina and a collection of epigraphs of Ossonoba.The high-quality painting collection from the 16th to 19th century is mainly composed of religious works of art, originating from ancient temples in the Algarve. Also the 20th cent. painting by Carlos Porfírio about legends of the Algarve is very important.The Museum has been a member of the Portuguese Museum Network since 2002.It was awarded the prize for the best Portuguese Museum in the triennial 2003/05 by the Portuguese Association of Museology.

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