Oracle of Ashara
The Grand Conclave of Ashara's View, a neutral, ancient world known for its beautiful rocky landscapes and atmospheric harmonies. Ashara sat in Saiyara's neighboring solar system, home to three life-supporting planets, all terraformed to sustain human presence.
After Eve's successful conquests and her role as universal Peace Ambassador, Andromeda was bound to shift scales. The Galaxy was becoming hub of interplanetary business and politics. Eve had previously declined the role as peace ambassador but after the IC approved she could continue her explorations and missions to Nomad alongside delegations, Eve agreed to participate in honorary roles. The other reason Eve agreed was of course Mira. So intermittent delegations continued.
The IC, aware that Eve couldn't be everywhere at once, proposed a unifying station—a planetary host within Andromeda where external nations could convene, sparing Eve from constant travel. Eve had brought Andromeda to the universe. Andromeda brought the universe to Eve.
When the Andromeda Security Council proposed Saiyara as the host, they turned to Mira for opinion. She gently steered them away, arguing that constant favor toward Saiyara might fracture unity across Andromeda. But her true motive was quieter, more personal—Saiyara was the only sanctuary left untouched by politics. It was the one place where Eve could breathe, free from the weight of titles and treaties. Saiyaran's only greed was Eve, not the perks that came with her. Mira couldn't possibly ruin it for her. Saiyaran royalties completely backed Mira on this Even though it deprived the planet from getting more centralized. Saiyarans, were people words and values. The decision was quickly approved.
Chosen for its unparalleled beauty and spiritual resonance. Eve has been summoned to Ashara to address the newly formed Pan-Galactic Unity Council with a sole purpose of hosting Intergalactic Affairs, housing delegates and a diverse assembly of species attempting to forge peace amidst lingering shadows of conflict.
The air hummed with a thousand languages, a thousand expectations. Holographic projections of nebulae swirled above a sea of alien delegates, their forms ranging from shimmering energy beings to colossal, rock-skinned elders. Silence fell, announcing her arrival.
Eve stepped onto the polished stage in a garment that seemed spun from twilight and starlight. It was simple, yet it amplified every line of her form – the graceful curve of her spine, the powerful swell of her thighs, even the subtle ripple of muscle beneath her skin. Her bluish-white hair, unbound, seemed to absorb the ambient light, glowing with an inner luminescence.
Her electric blue eyes, usually sharp with tactical focus, held a deep, quiet reverence, reflecting the vastness of the cosmos she embodied. She didn't walk; she drifted with grace, each step was a measured poem.
The murmurs of the assembly ceased. Her presence was a gravity drawing every eye. This wasn't merely the entrance of a High Commander; it was the manifestation of a myth. The fabric of her gown, almost transparent in places, played with the light, hinting at the perfect symmetry of her limbs, holding a silhouette that suggested both immense power and ethereal beauty.
When she spoke, her voice was not amplified, yet it filled the chamber, resonant and clear, like a perfectly struck crystal. "Peoples of the united galaxies," she began, her words echoing through halls, "we stand at a precipice." She gave people her vision of intergalactic peace, growth and advancement. Laid out her plan. That how ancient alien tech Nomad continues to discover will benefit every corner of the universe. As she spoke, her hands, elegant yet powerful, moved with a subtle eloquence, mirroring the flow of her thoughts.
Centuries later, the Asharan halls where she stood became sacred—no longer just a seat of diplomacy, but a pilgrimage of vision. Young bearocrats came not only to learn policy, but to breathe the echoes of that moment. Where a queen became a prophecy, a space commander became an Oracle.