NationStates Jolt Archive

The Xanthalian leadership all sat before the large video monitor. They had requested a conference with the demons, but they didn't know whether or not their counterparts would actually answer.

a figure in the shadows appeared on the screen. His voice was like a snake, hissing.
"I am known as Satan. I understand that you wish to speak with higher life-forms, such as ourselves"

Mimiru, the Xanthalian dictator, smiles. This is going to be unpleasant... "Yes. We are requesting peace. An armistice. We know that you are planning to advance on this part of the galaxy again, and after the last time we have no desire to fight you again. Our proposal is thus: You leave us out of your conflict and when and if you triumph over your enemies here we will act as a supply depot for your ships. I know what you're thinking, that if you just conquored us you'd get the same benefits anyway, but consider... If you go to war with us, our production infrastructure will be crippled. Even if you won, your people would have significant difficulty redeveloping in our systems. If you win this war, we'reeven willing to negotiate an alliance with you. We may be inferior, but we have powerful ships and smart citizens. They could be of great use to you independent."

"You don't get it, do you? We arn't interested in conquring. We arn't intersted in slavery. Although....." He thought to himself for a moment, before getting back to the subject. "We, as higher beings, have judged your civilizations, and found them unworthy. We have passed judgement on you and your fellow nations. And now, we are going to carry out the Vertict

"I see. Well then, that is that. Sorry to bother you." Mimiru deactivates the transmission. She looks at her gathered advisors and officials. "Looks like we'll need to go on the other side of this. We can't afford to go it alone with our Armada and Military preoccupied in Tordor, and we can't just pull out for this battle. Get someone to that conference AO asked us to attend." The others bow and leave the room. Mimiru sighs. "Dammit. I really didn't need to fight on two fronts today."

Saten turned off the veiwscreen. "Those Xanthal's are annoying. Make a note to destroy them after the Zoir and Atlantians."

OOC: Transmission from a drone sent out by the planet (craftworld) Biel-tan Eldar.

IC:
<Satan’s view screen, flickers on, and a hazy indistinguishable shape comes up on the screen. In a unified voice tree speak as one, the bone vibrating sound is incredible painful to ordinary ears...>

We have come to give a warning, attack at your own peril, we shall not stand idly by as you conquer system after system. We will intervene when most appropriate, then we will come for you...

<silence, then the view screen flickers of….>

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