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Less than half a light second from the planet space seemed to contort and twist, energy being given off in a powerful pulse as a vast shape skidded to a stop from faster than light velocities. A great disk like shape with a colossal pyramid atop it halted there, countless lights illuminating its surface, eldritch runes flickering on its surface. It turned effortlessly, a quick thrust in the opposite direction bringing it to a complete halt. Lines of blue light curled across the green surface of the tombship like serpents.

Inside its darkened depths Asirnoth smiled, watching the complicated dance of invisible energies on the display before him that showed his 'escorts' moving into position around the conflict, many light minutes out. Taking up positions measured to allow a microjump to throw them into the ongoing battle. As one after another signalled its readiness, the C'tan smiled, glad of the many uses of surveillance equipment built into the Thelasi fleet. Turning slowly to regard another display, this one of the Thelasi fleet, he smiled once more, waving a clawed hand over a plinth, and intricate gesture setting it up to transmit on an open frequency anyone could monitor, though the transmission was still addressed to the Thelasi commanders aboard their worldship.

Wearing the sindarin-elf form he had adopted when visiting the Aelosians, he assumed a grave expression, sitting down in an ornate wrought iron throne much like this one (http://www.art-of-dark.de/pics/shop/hardware/mobiliar/48-65108.jpg), he hit a button on the armrest to command the ship to begin transmitting. He stared off at the dot that appeared in the air representing the point from which the transmission was being recorded, and began to speak. "I am Asirnoth, Supreme Commander of the Necron Fleet. Your presence here is a violation of the terms under which you were granted the technology you are using and you must withdraw immediately..." His voice was low, and very threatening indeed…

((OOC: Happens after this thread. (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=357936)))

Ithenril sighed, having the feeling that she would get a call from one of the C'tan... her husband had warned her about this, yet she had chosen to ignore him, Oh well, can't do anything about it now

She answered the comunication, smiling, "Supreme Commander Asirnoth, welcome to the Thelasi Imacra system. I appologise for our actions, and maybe you would like to come down for a visit, and discussion about the Thelasi actions in this system?"

He was blunt. He was often blunt, it was part of his job description. He was the sharp nail driven through the big stick. “Yes. Let us talk. You have pursued a policy counter to those we approve of, and pursuing such unreasonable policies was a condition of our gifts to you. Thus you will withdraw immediately while we evaluate the implications of this act.”

Private Apartments of Fëaelenion nos Ancalimë, Thelas.

Fëaelenion walks around Ithenril in a manner that manages to convey immense hostility and annoyance. Ithenril looks up, smiling weakly at Fëaelenion. "Who's been a very bad girl?" he asks, obviously incensed, his voice narrowly controlled.

"I was..."
"Yes," he says, glaring at her, "a bad girl who I'm beginning to think is unsuitable for Empress."
Ithenril blinks, "I still can be Empress..."
"I don't know if you deserved it in the first place. You did get there by whoring yourself..."

"Theallas... He stopped me."
"Too late. He should have busted you back where you belonged," he says with sudden vitriol.
Ithenril shuts her eyes, a tear falling.
"Tell me... What's the death toll of your little adventure so far?"
"One thousand fifty two casualties, counting injured, death tolls are still yet to be determined."
"One thousand fifty two... That's a nice number..."
Ithenril gulps at this.
"You know, I used to think the world of you..."
Ithenril keeps her eyes closed, "And you no longer do..."
"You're frankly, not worthy."
Ithenril groans, shutting her eyes again, "You can think that, but I am sure that my people would disagree with you"
"I don't much care. And I meant worthy of me."
Ithenril shudders
"One blunder after another," he says this time, Ithenril squirms slightly, whisper to herself, "I will not beg, I will not beg..."

"And then you decide to commission seven fleets with the stupid intention of fighting my people,"
"Fighting your people? I just want to have a fleet that's not reliant upon your people"
Fëaelenion snaps, "Oh? And why's that?"
Ithenril groans again, "Look at your Fleet Lord and tell me"

"My uncle you mean?" he says, glaring at Ithenril.
Ithenril squirms, "As a matter of fact, yes your uncle comes to a territory that the Thelasi have won and tries to evict us, how is that going to influence the Thelasi mindset!"

"I don't think he cares," he says.
Ithenril bites back a sob, "We already had but up homes for our people and had started integrating the civilians... we can't just up and leave"
"There were homes there before too!" he snaps.

"Yes, and we saved most of them, the only places destroyed were military targets... the Thelasi aren't murderers..." she continues to bite back tears.
"Not good enough. Yes you are," he says, "Murderers. You're no better than orcs."
Ithenril sobs, "Orcs destroy because they wish to... orcs murder and kill civilians for no reason... we have a reason"

"Lies. Pathetic lies. You saw what they had and killed and enslaved them to get it, orc slut," he snaps.
Ithenril cries out this time
"How could I ever be attracted to you?" he asks.
Ithenril sobs, yet not begging
Fëaelenion lets out an angered growl, of annoyance.
Ithenril cries out again, squirming slightly "Please Fëaelenion... Please forgive me..."

"Useless orcish whore!" he snaps, ignoring her begging, lashing out at the closest piece of furniture.

Ithenril sobs, "I'll do anything... just please forgive me..." it is ironic that she is not asking him to stop, just to forgive her. Fëaelenion pauses, watching her tears. Ithenril continues crying, her will having disappeared, "Please forgive me..."

"I'll forgive you... if..."
"If?" she asks hopefully

"If you order the Thelasi to leave the system, then abdicate, and come to live with me on Duat. I've had enough of Thelas. I never wanted their kind of life."

Ithenril smiles faintly, "I always wanted to live on Duat... and... I wouldn't mind abdicating... and leaving the system... its hard... because of the deaths of those soldiers... to withdraw would be a waste of their lives... I would do it if I had to. I would do it if it was the only way to be with you."

"You don't have to make them go. Just tell them to go and leave. That would be your part done."
Ithenril nods slowly.

Ithenril slowly steps up to the podium.

"Ladies and gentlemen, people of Thelas. I stand here before you today to say that I hereby renounce my title as Empress. Many of you may wonder why, and it is for personal reasons. I also will be renouncing my Thelasi citizenship and moving off world for the foreseeable future.

As my last decree, I hereby order Thelasi forces to evacuate from the recently conquered planet, and I also name Lord Harenzia to take my place. These decrees are effective imediatly."

She steps off of the podium, soon Lord Harenzia, a supporter of the C'tan takes the podium, "Ladies and Gentlemen, I am happy to..." There he ends, never to finish his speach. For as he speak a shreik is heard as a sniper fires. The soldiers knock Ithenril down, yet Harenzia falls, his head blown to pieces.

Ithenril was already being hurried to a shuttle, she was shocked, Harenzia was supported by the people. But then a thought occured to her Not the military. Her fears were confirmed as a voice spoke over the comunications channels,

"I am Force Commander Kenzarian, and I hereby, with the support of the Thelasi Military, take over the position of the Emperor. I will endevour to be just and fair in my laws, prudent in my actions, and tactfull in my deplomacy And as my first decree, I state that the Thelasi shall not depart from this world, yet we will endevour to work with the Necrontyr to solve this dispute. Long Live the Empire!"

With that the assorted guards saluted, a new age had dawned in Thelas.

Asirnoth looked at Fëaelenion, having displaced him and Ithenril – who was safely quartered in a small but somewhat comfortable room, and smiled, with telepathic speed they spoke to one another, formulating a plan. Soon another transmission was sent.

“In recognition of the regime change in Thelas, we have decided to not pursue the issue of this system further. However, due to civil unrest in Thelas we demand that the usurper commander Kenzarian be extradited to us post-haste for a though investigation under C’tan law – we feel he may have contacts in Thelas that would prevent fair trial – to determine his role in the Assassination of Emperor Harenzia.”

It was quite clearly an offer to Kenzarian’s supporters – hand him over, get the planet, then pick a more pro-C’tan leader.

Kenzarian responded quickly,

"Oh go screw yourself... you... HEY! WHAT THE!" Seconds later a Thelasi Tirn moves onto the screen, "Appologies Lord Asirnoth, I am Force Commander Nosirin I will be assuming command here. The traitor will be transported to you imediately."

Soon, a shuttle launched from the planet, carrying Kenzarian.

Asirnoth watches with interest as a pair of necron lords haul him in. A few extra cuts and bruises for his trouble, and push him to his knees.
Kenzarian growls something about 'damned Tirn...'
Feaelenion is also standing nearby.
"Ah. Kenzarian... I'm glad you could join us..."
Kenzarian looks up at Feaelenion, "Your Ithenril’s fiancé, right?"
"Yes."
Kenzarian nods
"...Anyway... we were just discussing... life imprisonment or a few weeks of slow torment to death? Which would you prefer?"
Kenzarian looks up, "For doing what?"
"For walking in a northerly direction while politically motivated."
Feaelenion roars with laughter.
"I am sorry, but I don't get your allusion, I am a military officer, Thelasi Navy"
"Who assassinated the rightful emperor of Thelas."
"No. Probably not. It's very obscure. You are going to be punished for taking over Thelas."
Kenzarian smiles, "Ah the Queen of the Noldor herself..."
Asirnoth lances at the guards. It reaches out and sends a surge of pseudo-electricity up Kenzarian's spine.
"Yes, that would be me, Kinslayer." she replies coldly.
Kenzarian screams, then calms down, "I did not commit kin-slaying... the 'emperor' himself was a kin-slayer”
"Don't know. Don't care. I'm evil."
Asirnoth grins, "Now take your pick."
Asirnoth clearly loves his role as the C'tan Darth Vader.
"If I was imprisoned what would the conditions be like?"
Kenzarian is clearly a somewhat humorless person
Feaelenion speaks, "Does the word hell mean anything to you?"
“I think I would go with a slow tortorous death...”
"Well... This is your lucky day..."
"As we're so generous..."
Sirithil smiles a little.
Kenzarian wonders how they came up with finishing their sentences for each other
"We've decided to torture you to the brink of death and then imprison you for life... Take him away."
Feaelenion gestures to the guards.
"Sirithil, you bitch... I bet you would enjoy being raped by an orc..."
"We could always torture him forever," says Asirnoth glancing at Siri.
"I hear their nice and big... bigger than your late husband..."
"No, no I wouldn't. But that's an excellent suggestion," she says. She turns to Asirnoth. "Oooh, can we do that to him?"
"Yes..."
Sirithil smiles. "Outstanding. Tell me, Kenzarian, do you have any more interesting ideas?"
Kenzarian laughs "Then again, it would be step up from your human bitches..."
Sirithil figures by now that no, Kenzarian doesn't think before he acts. "Tell me, Kenzarian, what would you most love to do to me right now?"
Feaelenion leans over to Siri, "This I believe is an accusation with regard to Joanna von... oh never mind."
Kenzarian smiles, "Right now... I would say... I would enjoy dueling you..."
Asirnoth ponders, then looks at Siri, "May I eat him? Please?"
"Theallas never did teach me all that my instructor had promised he would... I wonder how he is doing..."
Sirithil smiles, "Well, I'm sure you would," she says. "But I defeated Theallas in four moves. I doubt you would last half as long."
Sirithil shrugs at Asirnoth. "You can, of course, but wouldn't that be too quick?"
"actually it was somewhere between one hundred and two hundred... We Thelasi were watching"
Asirnoth is possibly joking, he gives Siri big puppy dog eyes.
Kenzarian is still looking at Siri, "I was among the Morchant Tirith that were there"
Kenzarian smiles, "Come Sirithil, tell me you arn't afraid of a Sauriquendi"
Sirithil laughs. "Indeed I am not, but there is none here to whom I need to prove my prowess with a blade. Everyone here, including yourself, already know, and I refuse to grant you a quick death."
Kenzarian smiles, "Damn.... I was hoping you had some mercy..."
Asirnoth watches the Necrons pick him up as Kenzarian sighs, accepting that he will not have a merciful death
Asirnoth waits until he's out of earshot, "I think I'll just banish him to Netu.
Sirithil sighs. "Can't you torture him a bit too?" she asks, almost pouty.
"If you wish it.”