An online comic about Ace. A young geek that's too nice for his own good. All he wants is a regular life and a regular girlfriend. But he knows that isn't going to happen. – CGI – Adult situations. Artistic nudity. Not suitable for children or Fundies.
Farah: My mother was Heir Select, but when her mother, who was Empress at the time, became too ill to serve anymore, she came down with the same symptoms almost immediately. So she was forced to defer to her sister, Galadriel, the current Empress. That's common knowledge. But that neither of them ever really recovered is a State secret. And what no one wants to admit, is that they were poisoned. Poisoned by parties that couldn't stand the idea of a truetype wearing The Diadem. And they aren't the only victims; over the last 20 cycles, every truetype, male, hybrid, and Terran that has gained a high enough standing that they might be asked to wear The Diadem, even temporarily, has died of sudden illness or a freak accident. I realized they would already be plotting to remove Sky, so I had to act. She's in even more danger if she's ranked. It all came together when I learned of the K'Sel stranded on Earth and I learned of a secret, extra diadem. This isn't just the biggest ship ever restored to service, it's larger than the entire rest of the active fleet. With the K'Sel to crew it and act as troops if it comes to that, we can force The Empress to surrender The Diadem and bring the real traitors to justice. Eventually, we'll be able to bring Terra into the Empire and put a stop to the ruination of your world by its governments and corporations. We'll give the K'Sel a ship and an Orion command crew, and when they have to give up on their fools' errand, we can welcome them into The Empire.
Ace: You really believe all that, don't you? And you'll be Empress?
Farah: Someone has to be. Someone that can be trusted. At least at first. Someday, maybe I'll be able to hand it off to my cousin, or Sky. She'd be a good choice. But, you know, there are two diadems now. There's no reason that the man that saved The Empire, the man who, even if he's not the descendant of The Guide, or The Guide reborn, would be a Guide in his own right, a good man, no reason at all that he shouldn't wear the second diadem.
Ace: You're not at all suspicious that the K'Sel and a diadem just fell into your lap? Well, it won't work. The ship won't accept you as it's commander. The K'Sel have their own agenda. One ship, especially without a complete and fully trained crew, can't fight off a whole fleet. And, I'm certain that you aren't pulling all of the strings. So, put your gun away. I'll forget this ever happened, even help you cover your tracks. And we can go try to salvage what we can of this mess. Anyway, you can't shoot me.
Farah: I do need you if I want to take the ship and return to the Empire with it. But if I can't do that then I need to eliminate the witnesses. That's you, and the K'Sel. The ship's even going going to take care of the bodies for me. I don't want to, but I can, and will, if you won't assist me, shoot you.
Ace: Then pull the trigger, but you're forgetting that there's two things every nerd knows how to do; if only just the mechanics.
Farah: Go on.
Ace: How to pick locks, and...
Ace: How to pick pockets. Now get that gun out of my face. Because, Lady, right now, I'm about pissed off enough to feed it to you.