Zoir
15-08-2004, 02:35
The Zoir Warlord Central Home base, an Dead planet in the void between star systems, The greatest gathering of Zoir Warlords was taking place the likes of which had not been seen since the fourth and last great Zoir Pirate campaign 5 years ago when they wiped out two major independent Trade outposts on the edge of the sol system, depopulated five Zerni, three Tordoran and two Teritoran colonies and generally wreaked havoc on the galaxic space lanes bagging even whole trade convoys from various nations. However normally the Zoir Warlords were minor nuisances; especially after their driving from Zoir space and the restoration of the Ancient Zoir Imperium; launching their raids only to gather resources to build up their fleets and more often fighting each other. Now however was different, for the first time since before the restoration of the Zoir Emperor, an clear and powerful leader had arisen among the numerous Warlords and gotten them to bow down to him, gathering their fleets to his banner. Rumors of this gathering horde were already spreading among the galaxic criminal underworld and in the whispers of spacers in seedy bars. There was talk of another great series of raids by the Zoir Warlords coming or worse open war. These fears and rumors would be proven true at this meeting.
Warlord Herxi watched calmly the faces of the hundreds of assembled warlords as he waited for their vote that would formally make him their leader officially. He had an hold one way or another over all of them, some by loyalty, some by fear, others by promises of plunder and revenge and yet others who joined seeing which way the wind was blowing and with them they brought their fleets, some small and some large swelling his forces. Soon he would have the forces he needed for his plans; plans that would allow revenge against the Imperium that drove his kind into exile and would put fear of the Zoir warlords back into the hearts of the galaxy. Revenge on the Triumvirate of Yut, the Zoir Imperium and a host of others who had defeated the warlords would become a reality soon enough. He smiled showing an mouth full of pointed teeth in his bear like face, yes he noted as the voting came to an end, yes wild times were coming and it would be an hot day in the frigid 9 hells before he’d let anyone get in his way, the galaxy would burn.
Warlord Herxi watched calmly the faces of the hundreds of assembled warlords as he waited for their vote that would formally make him their leader officially. He had an hold one way or another over all of them, some by loyalty, some by fear, others by promises of plunder and revenge and yet others who joined seeing which way the wind was blowing and with them they brought their fleets, some small and some large swelling his forces. Soon he would have the forces he needed for his plans; plans that would allow revenge against the Imperium that drove his kind into exile and would put fear of the Zoir warlords back into the hearts of the galaxy. Revenge on the Triumvirate of Yut, the Zoir Imperium and a host of others who had defeated the warlords would become a reality soon enough. He smiled showing an mouth full of pointed teeth in his bear like face, yes he noted as the voting came to an end, yes wild times were coming and it would be an hot day in the frigid 9 hells before he’d let anyone get in his way, the galaxy would burn.