HISTORY: The Time-Space Administration Bureau
Mid-week post because LJ was useless yesterday!
And it's the moment I know several of you have been /patiently/ waiting for: The dawn of the Time-Space Administration Bureau.
It would take, by Earth's reckoning, 30 years before the Worlds could find some semblance of order again. The blissful nations of fairies and fountains supplied magic and power to the more militaristic nations attempting to construct a world where there was no longer an all-devouring threat. Except...there was.
In the aftermath of the War, the worlds were strewn with relics great and small - some, artifacts that could barely lift a book; others, wonders that could sunder the stars. Powered by everything from human desires to the magic of the soul, these terrible marvels came to collectively be called the Lost Logia - scattered across the infinite dimensions, these lost relics of the Belkan war became the plaything of demon kings and the desire of any halfwit adventurer with more bravado than wisdom. This, on top of the fiends released upon the worlds by Belka, made it abundantly clear - some way to police the worlds was necessary.
Three men stepped forward to create that force. They brought together the many worlds, and forged a grand alliance, sharing in forces and treaties. They built fleets, and together constructed a grand headquarters in the gap between worlds. For a homeworld, they selected the Earth-like world of Midchilda, there constructing branch headquarters and training academies. They named their union of worlds the Time-Space Administration Bureau - the governors of all the cosmos.
And then, for reasons unknown, they wrapped the cloak of Recognition Inhibition around themselves, obscuring their names from history. It is widely believed they did this to ensure they could continue working for the worlds without the burden of fame, but nobody knows for sure.
And so, the Bureau's fleets traveled out amid the worlds. They brought isolated worlds into the fold - and those who rejected them or were simply unprepared for the many Magic Worlds, were graciously termed 'Unadministered Worlds', and monitored for their own safety from the powers of darkness and Lost Logia. And then, at the last, they came to Earth.
In the years since Clow Reed's miracle, Earth had had only a low level of contact with the far-flung worlds. An early contact with the Queen of Light had informed the mages of the peril of the War, and subsequently Earth had only rarely stretched its power beyond the edge of the only somewhat-imperiled Fairy Worlds. They had, thus, largely been outside the scope of the Bureau's formative worlds, many of which were militarized, battle-scarred, and protected against unscheduled entries.
So it was some surprise, when a TSAB ship blipped into orbit over Earth, and sought to make contact with the Magic Association. It was also wholly unwelcome; the parallels of the mystic realms' wars to Earth's World Wars were eerie to mages recovering from that barely-ended strife, and the powerful Japanese branches of the Association recalled dismally the American from a century ago who tore open their nation's borders. And so the Bureau was given a perfunctory permission to monitor events, and asked to carry on its way. The Magic Association had things well enough in hand.
They thought.
And it's the moment I know several of you have been /patiently/ waiting for: The dawn of the Time-Space Administration Bureau.
Click to viewIt would take, by Earth's reckoning, 30 years before the Worlds could find some semblance of order again. The blissful nations of fairies and fountains supplied magic and power to the more militaristic nations attempting to construct a world where there was no longer an all-devouring threat. Except...there was.
In the aftermath of the War, the worlds were strewn with relics great and small - some, artifacts that could barely lift a book; others, wonders that could sunder the stars. Powered by everything from human desires to the magic of the soul, these terrible marvels came to collectively be called the Lost Logia - scattered across the infinite dimensions, these lost relics of the Belkan war became the plaything of demon kings and the desire of any halfwit adventurer with more bravado than wisdom. This, on top of the fiends released upon the worlds by Belka, made it abundantly clear - some way to police the worlds was necessary.
Three men stepped forward to create that force. They brought together the many worlds, and forged a grand alliance, sharing in forces and treaties. They built fleets, and together constructed a grand headquarters in the gap between worlds. For a homeworld, they selected the Earth-like world of Midchilda, there constructing branch headquarters and training academies. They named their union of worlds the Time-Space Administration Bureau - the governors of all the cosmos.
And then, for reasons unknown, they wrapped the cloak of Recognition Inhibition around themselves, obscuring their names from history. It is widely believed they did this to ensure they could continue working for the worlds without the burden of fame, but nobody knows for sure.
And so, the Bureau's fleets traveled out amid the worlds. They brought isolated worlds into the fold - and those who rejected them or were simply unprepared for the many Magic Worlds, were graciously termed 'Unadministered Worlds', and monitored for their own safety from the powers of darkness and Lost Logia. And then, at the last, they came to Earth.
In the years since Clow Reed's miracle, Earth had had only a low level of contact with the far-flung worlds. An early contact with the Queen of Light had informed the mages of the peril of the War, and subsequently Earth had only rarely stretched its power beyond the edge of the only somewhat-imperiled Fairy Worlds. They had, thus, largely been outside the scope of the Bureau's formative worlds, many of which were militarized, battle-scarred, and protected against unscheduled entries.
So it was some surprise, when a TSAB ship blipped into orbit over Earth, and sought to make contact with the Magic Association. It was also wholly unwelcome; the parallels of the mystic realms' wars to Earth's World Wars were eerie to mages recovering from that barely-ended strife, and the powerful Japanese branches of the Association recalled dismally the American from a century ago who tore open their nation's borders. And so the Bureau was given a perfunctory permission to monitor events, and asked to carry on its way. The Magic Association had things well enough in hand.
They thought.