[Slokais]

The halls of the Central Dominion Temple were somewhat quiet as they always were, Kay Pacha elite walked around in robes on the way to various offices and meetings throughout the compound, however, they spoke in hushed tones as to not disturb those praying to Hus. The CDT was built on this spot as it was a point of power, places where the dominions of Heaven and the Panther Dominion (Earth). People would come from around the nation to talk to Hus sometimes the goddess of the Moon, Killamona the daughter of Hus, and the demon Wauny the overlord of the Dominion of Death. Many people had come recently due to the rebellions around the country. In the social hierarchy of Huscar Sun, below is Kay Pacha, a class of elites who often worked in running collective farms or industrial businesses. They were often very devoted believers who often held private worship sessions in the CDT. Outside Thak Uripi a head priest drank tea looking up at the mountains.
“Something is coming,” said a priest coming outside
“Indeed it is”
“We could lose this place of beauty”
“No, this place shall always exist this spot will always stand”
“But reactionaries attempt to take over”
“They may try, but Hus always favors those who are right,” he said taking another sip
“Do you support the True Hus Movement?”
“Of course, we already have True Hus here right now, we must bring the inner peace to our people”
“Will you try to take a hand in governance?”
“No, politics is too messy, sometimes you have to slow down and listen”
“To what?”
“This, feeling the wind, the air”
“You want this?”
“Of course, I have lived for 80 years, I have seen everything this place provides to us”


Air Huscar Flight 878 opened its doors, on flights usually reserved for military advisors, and the wealthy of Huscar, there was something different. Out of the plane came a man dressed in robes, yet it was not the yellow and purple of the Huscarian Royalty, instead he was dark green with an armband, its tail whipping in the wind. He stepped off the plane, behind him were almost identical men each with the same green robes. When they reached the check-in, the agent looked at the group confused “Do you have your passports, um sir?”
“...Your Sapa Huscar called us” one of them said
He stepped forward and took off his helmet, staring deeply forward
“Well, I need some sort of identification…” She paused when two armed Puma Guards approached.
“Welcome to Huscar,” the one on the left said stepping aside from the clearly shocked women
“So I assume the language of communication here should be English,” said the warrior
“Indeed, most of the well-educated use it though on the streets I suggest using Huscarian”
“Won't need to, actions speak louder than words” he replied grabbing his bags off the conveyor belt, the rest followed suit grabbing their bags as onlookers looked confused.
“You are Kanji Takeda?” the Puma Guard asked
“Indeed, I am a Samurai of the Takeda Clan, bond by honor”
“The culture of Samurai is legendary among the warriors of the world, this is what I assume our glorious Sapa Huscar has called you”
“Everyone knows of our reputation, However, he is the only one who knows what we can really do,” Kanji said before putting on his helmet.