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Previously on Other Side of the Raid...
After her near-death experience fighting the Minotaur, Aria awakens in a comfortable room within the Queen's Gambit Raid. She's greeted by Vaeloria, a bubbly 512-year-old teenage elf who serves as Senior Location Manager for the planet.
Aria discovers shocking truths: the Raids are actually reality TV shows broadcast across the galaxy by the Galactic Magic Federation, alien invaders who seeded Earth with magic to evaluate humanity's worthiness to join their federation. Her fight with "Trevor the Terrible" garnered exceptional ratings, saving her from death.
Vaeloria offers Aria a position as liaison between the Federation and Earth—an offer she can't refuse, as declining means elimination. After accepting, Aria properly meets Trevor, discovering the fearsome Minotaur is actually a refined, British-accented gentleman who explains that raid bosses are now magical avatars rather than their original forms.
As Trevor begins training Aria in combat techniques, they're joined by Vaeloria and a scholarly pixie wearing tiny spectacles, setting the stage for Aria's new role in an intergalactic drama she never imagined possible.
Key Revelations:
- The Galactic Magic Federation are alien invaders evaluating Earth through "Reality TV" Raids
- Raid bosses are sentient beings with names and personalities
- Earth's fate depends on maintaining good "ratings"
- Aria is now famous across the galaxy
New Opportunity (Part 2)
The pixie's wire-rimmed spectacles caught the light as she adjusted them with practiced precision, her tiny academic robes rustling with an air of importance that seemed to transcend her diminutive stature.
Vaeloria: "Ha! Caught you talking shop already!" She grinned at Aria. "Guess that means you're totally in?"
Aria: "Yes," she replied with a slight sigh. "Though you haven't exactly left me much choice in the matter."
Trevor: "My sincerest apologies, dear Vaeloria," he said with a slight bow, adjusting his cravat. "We were quite thoroughly engrossed in our tactical discourse and failed to notice your gracious return with the distinguished Professor."
Aria: "Pardon, but who is Professor?" She asked, her attention drawn to the diminutive figure.
Professor: "Allow me to properly introduce myself," the tiny pixie adjusted her spectacles with practiced precision. "I am Professor Rosepetal Quillscribe, holder of three degrees from the Fae Academy of Historical Studies and specialist in comparative magical theory."
Vaeloria: "See, your combat skills are pretty awesome already," she bounced slightly on her toes, "and Trevor and the other trainers can help make them even more epic! But," she gestured enthusiastically toward Professor, "your magic needs some serious upgrading, and Professor is, like, the absolute best at teaching that stuff!"
Professor: "According to my extensive research," she produced a miniature scroll from somewhere within her academic robes, "I shall instruct you in the proper theoretical and practical applications of Creation magic."
Aria: "Creation magic?" She frowned slightly. "I've never heard of it. All I can manage are simple illusions." To demonstrate, she created an illusion of a fireball hovering above her palm.
Professor: "Ah yes," she sighed, adjusting her spectacles once more. "This is precisely why we need more rigorous magical education. Humans, fascinating as they are, exhibit a most peculiar limitation." She casually manifested three distinct spheres in her tiny hand - one of fire, one of water, and one of wood, each moving in perfect harmony. "Much like the restricted spell repertoire of medieval practitioners, each human appears confined to a single magical domain. And when they believe they have mastered their craft," she transformed the spheres into an intricately detailed puppet, "they have merely scratched the surface of proper magical theory and application." The pixie floated closer to Aria's illusion. "Your magic, my dear, is not mere Illusion but true Creation magic, though currently you are only producing," she paused, searching for an appropriately academic term, "shall we say, preliminary prototypes rather than finished manifestations." She touched the illusory fireball, causing it to burst into a spectacular display of actual, warm sparks.
Vaeloria: "Perfect! Professor's got this handled," she declared, practically skipping toward the door while gesturing for Trevor to follow. "Oh, and Professor, once you're done with the intro lesson, bring Aria to my office for all the boring paperwork stuff, 'kay?"
What followed was several hours of intensive instruction, during which Professor explained the proper theoretical framework for Creation magic, frequently referencing historical texts and academic theories. Aria grasped the fundamental concepts quickly, though the practical application proved more challenging. Under Professor's exacting guidance, she managed to progress from purely illusory constructs to partially solid creations, though the finer details still eluded her.
Finally, Professor escorted Aria to Vaeloria's office, maintaining a running commentary about the historical significance of proper magical documentation throughout their journey.
The office they entered was a study in controlled chaos. Holographic documents floated at various heights, their ethereal glow casting multicolored shadows across the stone walls. A massive desk that seemed to be carved from a single crystal dominated the center of the room, its surface covered in what appeared to be interdimensional paperwork.
Just when I thought this day couldn't get any more surreal... Aria watched as a document literally floated through another document.
Vaeloria: "So, Professor," she looked up from a stack of glowing documents, "how's our newest recruit doing?"
Professor: "Much like the promising scholars of the Ancient Fae Academy," she adjusted her spectacles thoughtfully, "she shows remarkable potential. Given adequate time and proper instruction, I expect most satisfactory results."
Vaeloria: "Awesome!" She pulled out a sheet of holographic paper from her desk. "Here, Aria, check this contract out before you sign it."
The contract shimmered with alien symbols that seemed to shift and reorganize themselves before Aria's eyes, gradually resolving into comprehensible text. Each clause appeared to have been crafted with meticulous attention to detail, bearing footnotes and references to various interdimensional regulations.
Aria: "I see the compensation is listed in both British Pounds and..." she squinted slightly at the precise figure, "3.141592 Galactic Credits per day. What exactly are Galactic Credits, and what can they be used for?"
Vaeloria: "Oh, that's just our money system!" She waved her hand casually. "You'll need it when you visit headquarters or go on cool planetary tours and stuff."
Aria: "Planetary..." she caught herself before panic could fully set in, maintaining her composure with visible effort. After a moment's pause, she continued more steadily, "I assume this relates to the clause about 'approved dimensional portal usage only'?"
Professor: "According to Section 7, Subsection C of the Interdimensional Travel Regulations," she adjusted her tiny spectacles with scholarly precision, "unauthorized portals include, but are not limited to..." she unfurled a miniature scroll that kept unrolling, consulting it with utmost seriousness.
Vaeloria: "Ugh, like, nobody actually reads the whole thing! The basics are..." she started counting on her fingers, bouncing slightly with impatience.
Aria: "Please, just give me the important points," she requested, eyeing the ever-expanding scroll with growing concern.
Vaeloria: "Kay, so like, totally unauthorized stuff includes:" She began enthusiastically but got interrupted.
Professor Rosepetal Quillscribe: "If you would allow me to properly enumerate," she straightened her academic robes with dignified flourish, "The following are classified as unauthorized transportation methods, as documented in the Great Archive:"
Professor: "Any portal disguised as a household appliance. The Toaster Incident of 2187 led to this specific regulation, much like the Great Crystalline Collapse of Proxima III."
Vaeloria: "Like, no portals in bathroom stalls!" She rolled her eyes dramatically. "Some total weirdo kept making them look like those spinny toilet paper holders!"
Professor: "Portals lacking proper interdimensional customs declaration forms. In triplicate, naturally. A system established after the Bureaucratic Revolution of the Centaurian Hegemony."
Vaeloria: "No sneaky portals inside other portals. That's, like, SO last century!" She made a gagging gesture.
Professor: "Any portal utilizing unauthorized dimensional frequencies," she adjusted her spectacles while consulting another tiny scroll, "particularly those resonating with prime numbers above 7 million, a restriction implemented after the Harmonic Catastrophe of the Pleiadian Gateway Network."
Vaeloria: "The thing where you make, like, tiny portals inside people's coffee cups? Totally banned after the Great Caffeine Cascade of 2192! That was, like, SUCH a mess!"
Professor: "Spontaneous wormholes generated through excessive use of puns or wordplay. A most peculiar phenomenon requiring strict regulation after the infamous Rhetorical Rifts of Betelgeuse Seven."
Vaeloria: "OH! And no making those cute little portals that look like cat doors!" She bounced excitedly. "The cats, like, totally figured them out and started an interplanetary crime syndicate!"
Aria: "So what portals ARE authorized?" She asked, trying to maintain her composure.
Professor: "Proper portals must be, according to established academic standards:"
Professor: "Registered with the Bureau of Interdimensional Transit, following protocols established during the First Galactic Transit Concordat."
Vaeloria: "Shaped like, you know, normal boring doors and stuff," she twirled her hand dismissively.
Professor: "Equipped with standardized safety features including, but not limited to, proper signage in at least seven major galactic languages - a requirement implemented after the notorious Babel Cascade of the Orion Cluster."
Vaeloria: "Tagged with those super annoying 'This portal is monitored for quality assurance' stickers," she made air quotes with her fingers.
Professor: "Maintained at a stable quantum resonance frequency of exactly 432 Hz, matching the sacred harmonics of the Ancient Arcturian Transit Gates."
Vaeloria: "And they gotta have those little 'In case of emergency, scream in terror' signs. Health and safety stuff, you know?" She shrugged casually.
Aria: "That seems... excessive," she said finally, looking somewhat overwhelmed.
Vaeloria: "Oh em gee, wait till you see the paperwork for portal maintenance permits!" She pulled out a stack of holographic forms with exaggerated horror.
Professor: "I have actually prepared a comprehensive lecture on the historical development of portal regulations," she produced another scroll with scholarly enthusiasm, "Beginning with the First Interdimensional Congress of 2156, which occurred shortly after the Great Dimensional Convergence..."
Vaeloria: "NO! No history lessons! We'll be here until, like, next Tuesday!" She exclaimed while frantically nudging Aria to sign the contract.
Vaeloria: "Like, omg, you totally need to sign here, here, and..." She giggled, nearly dropping the contract as it shimmered with otherworldly energy. "...in this parallel dimension!"
The contract in question seemed to exist in multiple places at once, its text shifting and reorganizing itself as if alive. Aria squinted, trying to focus on words that appeared to be written in four dimensions.
Aria: "This contract seems... unusual." She leaned closer, then quickly pulled back as a clause appeared to reach for her.
Vaeloria: "Duh! It's, like, totally standard Galactic Magic Federation procedure! Oh, and don't forget the clause about interdimensional coffee breaks!", she bounces excitedly, her hair floating slightly in dimensional interference
Interdimensional coffee breaks. Of course. Why not?
The tiny pixie floated forward, her academic robes rustling with scholarly importance. A soft golden glow emanated from her spectacles as she examined the contract.
Professor: "If I may interject," She adjusted her tiny spectacles with meticulous care, producing a miniature scroll that hummed with ancient knowledge, "This contractual format bears striking resemblance to the Rigellian Employment Codex of the Third Epoch. Most fascinating."
The process of signing in multiple dimensions proved more challenging than Aria expected. Each signature seemed to require a different angle of approach, some visible only when viewing the contract from what felt like impossible directions.
After the contract is signed, Vaeloria decides to teach Aria about dimensional portals, as it would be a more efficient way of travel for the Aria even on Earth.
📡 End of Transmission
Oliver here - That was quite a chapter! Our dimensional frequency is picking up intense emotional resonance from Aria's world. What did you think of her decision? The comments below are buzzing with theories from other interdimensional travelers...