NationStates Jolt Archive

The Empress Valana stood from the huge bed in the Palace on Valina. She was compleatly naked, her curved form a silluet to anyone who entered the room. She looked at the sleeping form on the bed. She was curled up, long tanned legs in a almost right angle to her body, and her hands Where in line with her face, which had large eyes, a smooth nose line with the spekal of Frekles along the ridge. Her hair was spread out on the pillows, black on the white colour. The Empress Sighed, then clapped loudly twice. The Girl on the bed woke, a look of Sleepy confusion on her face.

"Let us get dressed my love," She said in a voice that was nearly a purr. "We are annoucing our marrige to the Universe today, we must look good."

"Mmm hmm" Came the sleepy reply. She stood, showing her lean body. She clapped, and searvents came from the door, and promptly dressed the couple, applyed Make-up and other such things. This was followed by the two moving to the Communications wing of the Palace.

"People of the Universe" Her voice came on the Telavision like communication device. "I Am here to announce the marrige of I, Empress Valana, Founder of Valshare, to Jennifer Jones, Once Captian of A East Coast Federation ship, Now my Betrothed. The Wedding will be in two weeks. We will orginize transport for those who can not attend themselves. We hope you can attend.

The Government of Tappee will a representitive, who will arrive once all the arrangements have been made.

The Imperial Star Empire will also send representatives when security arrangements have been delivered and approved.

“Did we really have to bring them along” said Smith referring the security that taken up position around the couple as they waited for the ramp to descend. “I’m sure that we will not run into any trouble way out here”

“What can I say dear, times are changing. Besides I promised Baraca that we would take every precaution.” replied Susan. She would have like to think that the guards where here to protect them, but that was not the case. They were here to protect the little four-year-old girl that was now curled up asleep in her grandmother’s arms. Though little Makenzie was born in Tappee, she was the niece to the King of Calnuxia, which made her currently heir to the Calnuxian thrown. With the recent terrorist attack, her life was in danger, and no chance where being taken. Susan gently shook Makenzie “Mak, it’s time to wake up” her word were both quiet and gentle.

Slowly Makenzie opened her eye’s and began moving about. As her Grandmother put her down, she gave a brief yawn before stretching. “Are we there?” she asked looking up at Susan.

A smile came across Susan face as she kneeled down “Yes we are, and remember that you must behave yourself” Makenzie gave a brief nod “good” with that glanced over Smith how hit the switch to lower the ramp.

There was a gentle thud as the ramp hit the ground. Slowly the delegation made their way off out of the shuttle and on the waiting ground; quietly they stood there waiting to be greeted, unsure of how to proceed.

The Ship would have landed in the Western Wing of the Palace, where Fifty Marines and the Primarch Illitara stood in a Square. When the group landed, the Primarch moved forward and bowed at the waist. The Marines moved and surrounded the group, moving with Battlefeild readiness. Then as one, they turned in and removed their helmates, showing the female faces beneath.

"Welcome to the Imperial Palace" The Illitara said. "Come with us, we shall show you to your rooms." She said, just as a Long Hovercar came for them. "Please, go in, your rooms are in the East wing, The otherside of the continent, you will, however, be their in a few hours due to the Rail system." She nodded to the Marines who would lead and follow the machine.

To Veskaland

We will allow fifty Guards, no more. The Imperium will be supplying an Escort of fifty Space Marines for your disposle, so safty will not be an issue.

First Primarch

The Imperial Necrontyr Empire shall send Ambassador Kelarian Silden aboard the Imperial Necrontyr Diplomatic Ship Venuaissathil to attend the wedding in an official capacity. It is the wish of the Emperor that you have a happy and rewarding marriage.

A representitive of KHAAAAN would like to attend but space faring machines are beyond us.

Would some kind nation "give us a lift" as it where?

As you wish, we assume you are on Old Terra? If so we shall be their in two hours, and back in the same time. You may have fifty Guards, no more.

The Empress still needs more people to attend, SHe is bumping her head in frustration.

Grand Lord Gregory, Supreme commander of Imperial Military, will gladly attend this union.

Very well, we await you with Anticipation

Sero looked at Adrian. Adrian looked at Sero.

"Dys is off conquering and I'm scheduled to be angsty for the next couple of millenia. I ain't going."

Sero grumbled annoyedly at Adrian's logic..."Yeah, fine. But I don't want to go either. Who do we...I know exactly who we send."
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The Exalted Star Supremacy of Revenia will be dispatching a delegation headed by Fleet Admiral Slink T. Ferret, in cooperation with our Sevle Compatriots from The Impworld, this delegation will include one Sethric Velisar and a group of his Chaos Harpies.

Chaos Rising,
Sero Relaren.

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Co-delegates was correct. 'n it worked, too. Sethric and Slink made a good team.

Sethric Velisar was a ruggedly handsome seven foot nine inch tall individual with snow-white hair and purple-red eyes. He had pointy elfy ears and slanted elfy eyes and his skin was almost black but with red showing through...which was odd.

Not that you saw much of his skin, as he was wearing his Relic Armor...as usual. 'n as usual he would have his sword slung over his shoulder. Not as usual, he had a rodent on his shoulder.

Standing beside him was a tall-ish halfling-ascended female in RSN undress uniform. She had waist-length brown hair and a heavy pistol in a flap-holster on her right hip. It worked.

Now, being as this was on the bridge of the flagship of the RNS Second Fleet, the RNS Altruist...

yeah. Anyways.

Looking out window of the rail car, the couple watched as the countryside passed them by. Despite the scenery their thoughts were elsewhere “Do you think that she is going to be ok?” asked Susan, the concern could be hear in her voice.

“She strong” quickly answered Smith “She has her mother to thank for that”

For a moment a smile came across Susan’s face as she fought to keep the tears back. Suddenly she jumped as little Makenzie crawled up on her lap. “Am I going to be a princess like Empress Valana.” Asked Makenzie.

Smith had always found it funny how a child could so quickly change the mood. “Perhaps” Makenzie was currently the only heir to the Calnuxian thrown, so in essence she a princess, though no one really had chosen to acknowledge that fact. Therefore it could be argued that Makenzie was an unofficial princess.

“Are we going to meet Empress Valana” asked Makenzie

“Well I’m sure that the her highness is rather busy with the wedding and all” answered Susan taking the chance to cuddle her granddaughter.

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The Armed Republic of Krioval wishes the Empress and her future spouse happiness and prosperity. We would very much like to attend the ceremony. How many representatives would your nation wish for us to send?

Lord Koro Vartek
Director, KDT

A representitive of KHAAAAN would like to attend but space faring machines are beyond us.

Would some kind nation "give us a lift" as it where?

Assuming that Krioval is allowed to attend, we will be able to transport your delegation as well. Please transmit your coordinates to us at your earliest convenience.

Lord Koro Vartek
Director, KDT

OOC I shall start it, all are allowed, anyone coming please assume you have been here

IC The Week passed, and the Guests arrived. Many not native where amazed at the sheer size of the Imperial Palace, which streched across the entire Continent. The Empress visited many of them, Including those of Tappee, where the Empress had presented the Heiress to the throne with Permission to be one of the Flower Girls during the Celebrations. She also made sure their where at least two Marines near her at all times, even if they did not know. The Wedding was in one day, and the Empress Chafed at the delay. She looked at the Imperial Palace, smiling at the thought this had been a number of stone castles only Two hundred years ago.

She listened to the Warp, smiling as the Human Thoughts swirled around. But she found something else, something evil.

Burn Humans Came the simple words, She shook her head, sighing. Once this was done, she would be happy. She laughed, Oh so happy.

Imperator Marshal Khaled Sudani eyes his stout glass of Southron liquor and frowns, fingering the rim gingerly. He lifts his eyes to the other Marshal, Marius Hasek; the one who had been with him in the caves of Thangorodrim not but a few days prior. The room is mostly silent, save for when Marius flips through his newspaper.

"Why are we here?" asks Sudani.

Hasek peeks his eyes over the top of his periodical and sighs, noting his companion's apparent disappointment. "Althalon granted us a bit of leave after our performance at Anfauglith. I suggest you of all people should take advantage of it.

The Haradrim shifts restlessly. "I know," he begins, his voice touched with disappointment. He lifts the glass to his lips and drains it a bit. "But we should be fighting," comes his next thought. "I mean--"

Hasek cut him off. "No, then we'd be tired and overworked. Althalon is a smart man, Sudani. You need the time to cope with Hattori's death, and to some degree, so do I. We've put in a lot of work, both combat and otherwise. Just try and enjoy yourself, alright? We'll be back in Daturias before you know it."

Sudani looks out the window and drinks again. "I suppose you're right," he admits. "I do like these people, thankfully. Perhaps it won't be too diffcult."

As the ax-like shuttle came out of hyperdrive, Tika felt her stomach rolling. She hoped this planet was similiar to Earth, otherwise she may find herself heavily disoriented. The intercom crackled a moment.
"Counciler Thonratar, we will be entering Valshare airspace shortly. Please prepare for atmospheric entry."
"Understood, pilot. Tell me, is this planet much like Earth?"
"If humans can live here comfortably, I'm sure you'll manage just fine."
Tika chuckled lightly as she felt the ship make its way into the atmosphere. The pilot had already cleared up entry with the locals, apparently, since the ship began to turn toward a landing area almost as soon as it got into viewing range of the palace.

Tika pulled herself off the vessel, paused a moment, then inhaled deeply. She then let out a sigh of relief between her teeth. "I think I will manage being on this planet just fine." Despite the natural toughness of her race, Tika had trouble with traveling to a planet that wasn't like Earth. She rubbed back her coarse, black hair with one hand as she looked over to her escort. They were a pair of Berserks, named for the barbarian traditions of ancient Muktar, specially equipped as escorts. Their gray, black, and red uniforms seemed very imposing compared to Tika's tan with red trim. Tika began reaching out casually, trying to detect if their guide was present.

OOC: I hope you don't mind the sudden entrance. You did say "all are allowed"

The Kriovalian delegation arrived. Koro Vartek, Director of Kriovalian Diplomacy, was the first to enter the palace, flanked by Tevak and Sakira, who were in Krioval's Special Forces. They were dressed simply, as Parliament had finally got around to loosening the restrictions on formal attire for these events. "Muktar got here before us?" Koro asked in mock disbelief. "Can't be helped, I suppose. We should see how they have been doing."

(OOC: I'm going to post my ahk-hem entrance, fer the hell of it, I suppose...don't feel obligated to respond, though. We all know how annoying that can be, and I've never been one to bother with the trivial stuff. Anyways.)

Sethric was not amused...

Then again, Mage-Lord Commander Sethric Velisar, First Champion of Chaos and Commandant Primus of the Chaos Harpies Void Striker Legion was hardly ever amused anymore.

Mostly because he hated it when he had restrictions. He didn't like the fact that he was travelling on a ship other than his battle barge, escorted by ships that weren't his strike cruisers...you got the idea.

The RSN Altruist wasn't a bad ship, of course...but that was irrelevant...because Sethric, the Revenian admiral, the Revenian Admiral's chief of staff, and the nine Void Strikers of Sethric's personal command squad were currently en-route down to the planet. In a Chaos Harpy assault shuttle -- the RSN Assault Shuttles were nice, but they quite frankly weren't as intimidating as the Sevle shuttle.

The ramp would lower with the hiss of pneumatics, which was purely for effect, pneumatics were fine, but lowering something as heavy as the armored ramp...could be done, sure, but other ways existed...better ways...quieter ways...ways that didn't require -air- to be used.

At any rate, the ramp lowered. Then Sethric's command squad would unass their dropship with gusto, displaying a grace that seemed odd when coming from seven plus foot tall individuals in rather bulky power armor. Yet these were the elite of the elite, the very cream of the cream. The Chaos Harpies were first among the Void Striker legions, and Sethric's command squad were the very best of the Chaos Harpies.

Then Sethric and the female Revenian, now wearing the ornate black dress uniform of the RSN, silver braid, buttons, belt-buckle...yeah. The slim sabre bouncing at her right hip counterbalanced the flap-holstered sidearm opposite it...

The AFESSR didn't screw around. If you were in the military, your job was generally to kill people. We don't -care- if you're all fancied up, you are still going to be able to kill people.

Sethric, on the other hand, was quite the contrast of the very image of the modern RSN officer at his side. First off, he was seven feet nine inches tall in his stocking feet. He wasn't wearing a dress uniform -- Void Strikers didn't -have- dress uniforms. They had armor.

Sure, his Relic command armor was spotless and polished, flat black with dark crimson insignia. He wore his best cape, also black but with the Chaos Harpies' insignia sillhouetted in crimson on the back...

No helmet. His sharply angular face, red eyes, snow-white hair, and almost black skin with what seemed like red undertones...created an odd image that was maybe completed with the slight point of his ears.

His sword had a slight curve to it that would give it extra force on the chop but still allow for effective thrusting...if he drew it, the blade would have been purest black with red "runes" that seemed to change randomly...

Sword of Chaos. Made sense.

Completing the oddity, the aforementioned rodent was still perched on his rather large shoulder...well, perched wasn't perhaps the best word. More of lolling up against his neck...

Whatever.

At any rate, they were here...and Sethric wasn't liking "here" much at all. He was, in fact, getting some real bad vibes...which worried him. Mage-Lord wasn't just a title, after all. When one was a Mage-Lord and one 'felt' something, one took heed.

So, the gauntleted hand of the High Champion of Chaos rested a bit closer to the hilt of his sword than usual...

The Empire of Chiiha would be honored to send the Prime Minister Korosk to this wedding. We shall be arriving shortly.

OOC Revenia, their is nothing going to happen, this world presently has 20% of the nations ground forces, Including fourty thousand Space Marines, and 30% of the Fleet as well

IC The Empress sat in her Chamber, ready for fitting of her Wedding clothes. Although that would be streching it. Really she wore her Old Parade Armour, used before the uniting to show conquered enemies what they had been beaten by. It was a thing of Gold and Red, with the Breast Plate and Forarms and shins gold while the Top half of the arms and legs where red. The Red parts where trimed in gold and vice Versa. She stood, putting on the Purple cape that had the Yellow Dragon of her Family on it, and finaly put on a Helmate that resembled the old Greek version, which was also gold in colour but had Red Dyed Horse Hair falling down its back. She looked at the effect and smiled, she still looked good in the thing. Sighing, she sat to await new her new Love was ready, and they could begin the ceremonies.

A guide came up to Tika, greeting her with the Muktari varient of the handshake (grasp just short of the elbow, not the hand). "It's a pleasure to have you here, counciler. You'll be transported to your room once the rail shuttle arrives in a few minutes."
Tika nodded, then looked around the hangar area. She quickly noticed on a list of guests that Krioval had arrived shortly after them. Grinning, she turned toward her guards. "Could one of you put the pilot on comm? I need to warn him not to bug the pilot of the Krioval vessel."
After convincing the pilot to remain humble (he was hardly convinced) Tika's rail shuttle arrived. She and her escort boarded and began their trip to the area of the palace where they would be staying.

(Yes. My point exactly. Space Marines.)

Slink would have frowned...but he couldn't. Because he resembled nothing so much as an earthly ferret. Now, he -wasn't- a ferret, his kind hadn't evolved on earth, and unlike earthly ferrets...they were quite intelligent.

Intelligent enough to isolate their world from the rest of the galaxy. Expansion wasn't a big deal, they weren't very big...

Slink was probably the only one of his species to leave the homeworld. He left because he was dangerous...he had a mind for conflict, and there was no conflict on his homeworld.

As it turned out, he had a rather good mind for conflict. Otherwise he wouldn't be a Fleet Admiral in the RSN. Simple 'nuff. Anyways.

Sethric's shoulder was a nice enough place to stay, so he stayed there. Ceremony should be starting soon enough, not that Slink much cared. He was here to show the flag -- nothing more.

Sethric had alternate agendas -- mostly intelligence oriented. The Sevle Seekers were very good at what they did, and what they did was gather intelligence. Certain things were known about Valshare, and these things were...troubling.

Space Marines. But they couldn't be -real- Space Marines. Simply. Could. Not. Not from this small of a population, not this many...

But the evidence pointed another way...so, Sethric Velisar was dispatched...

If he came back, then all was good. If he didn't, then the mission was complete anyways. Sethric went because he knew that he had the highest chance to get back of anybody, if things became violent. Not that he expected them too.

So they waited...

Tevak felt that all was not as it should be. For instance, weddings were typically festive occasions, and he would know, having married only a month earlier. And if he forgot, well, his wife was standing at arm's length, and Sakira would probably be more than happy to remind him, painfully. But even as they arrived, there was a different atmosphere. Tension. The guests were almost all on guard to some level, which was quite unusual. More strangely, the hostess was nowhere to be seen. So Tevak conjured up a message and sent it to Koro. Be on guard. Something's not right. To Tevak's surprise, Koro turned to him and spoke directly.

"I think you were right earlier, Tevak." It was standard operating procedure in foreign lands to not sustain a telepathic conversation when one could encode meaning in plain speech. And yet it had been so long...

Meanwhile, Sakira was scanning the assemblage with as much detachment as humanly possible. To say that she could go from hot to cold quickly was an understatement. Her specialties that landed her in the Forces were a form of mental concentration equalled only by select few, and a knowledge of explosives so intimate that if the full extent of her affinity were known, Tevak might otherwise feel jealous. She had a temper to match. Fast to anger, faster to a form of icy tension that left the newly-incinerated longing for her wrath if only to evade the harsh yet disdainful look for a few moments.

"I wonder where the Muktar delegates are off to?" Koro wondered. He'd never seen a half-orc, at least not in person, though he had heard the rumors. Granted, he was 'off the market', so to speak, but last time he'd heard, there was no punishment for looking. Besides, Darvek was in Torokara, and when one is so many light-years away, such things are forgiveable. And so the Director allowed his mind to wander. After all, what better did he have to do while waiting for the Empress?

When the rail shuttle stopped and Tika stepped out, she met another guide. As her escort came out, the guide greeted her, as the previous, with Muktar's traditional handshake. "Your room is five doors to the right." Tika looked over and saw the door, but noticed something else too.
Gesturing quickly, she began to walk toward the Krioval representation, her guards following her signed orders to relax and follow. The trio were quick to come up, and Tika reached out with her arm. "It's an unexpected pleasure to finally meet someone from Krioval." Hoping the representative could receive such messages, she added a note via magical empathy. Our hosts seem nervous.

OOC: Between previous friendly interactions and seeing the guide just now, we can just assume you know the normal greeting.

Ondrea Di Lorenzi, the Prime Minister of Hockey Canada would like to attend this event. As does Cardinal Yanic Perrault, who will gladly do the ceremony in place of the very ill Pope.

Koro grasped the half-orc woman's arm at the appropriate position. "Hail, representatives from Muktar. It's so good to meet you finally - I agree with you totally!" To a casual observer, it would look like the Director had simply been overzealous. However, to those few who were privy to the mental communications, it was an acknowledgment. "I'd like very much to talk with you, privately, of course." Again, Koro had signaled. He only hoped Tevak was on the ball tonight, and sending the right subtle signals to ensure that the proper meaning was understood. After all, privacy was not assured, even if one found an isolated place to speak. However, the recesses of the mind, adequately prepared, offered a haven for privileged communications.

It would be most interesting.

Tika nodded, sparing a glance toward her guards. They were both trained to understand such subtlities, and were quick to pick up with the representative's "overzealous" statement. She then looked back at the representative.
"Yes, it seems a tad too crowded for my tastes out here." It was a reasonable disguise for her affirmation, other guests and palace workers were both fairly present. "My quarters are just down the hall. Perhaps we can get to know what one another is thinking." At this point she glanced toward the representative's female accomplace, sending off a simple mental message, disguised just in case. I hope you are also interested in sharing thoughts.

"After you," the Director said.

Sakira had received the message and immediately reacted, I hope that wasn't a come-on! Of course, she wasn't a telepath, and the thought would remain inside her head - or so she thought. A second later, Tevak started laughing almost uncontrollably before turning to face the Muktar representative.

"Message received," he said, struggling not to laugh again. She may not be telepathic, he transmitted, but she packs one hell of a punch!

The President extends his apologies for not being able to attend, I believe his words were "I do not approve of the marriages between those types. Even the scary ones on bikes." However he added "At least they are better than the Frenk". It goes against the Almighty Gods wishes you see. Fortunately you are not on the planet and you are thus exempt from any attempt he may have to add you to the Longitude of Evil. God Bless You.

-Forgeign Minister Kaplooey,
Launderbridge, D.C.

The escorts spared a glance at the representative while Tika chuckled lightly. "Why do I suddenly get the feeling I said something that created an unintended impression?"
Regardless of the mishap, Tika quickly begins walking down the hall and, since it wasn't that far ahead, arrived at the automatic doors. She gestures with one hand inward, with a slight grin revealing a lower canine. "Come, let us talk." She decided to make one last attempt at sending a message. Did I send a signal that came across wrong?

What can I say? Tevak 'said'. She's just in one of those moods again.

"Sure," Koro said, forcing himself to ignore whatever was going on with the two soldiers behind him. He followed the woman into the room and waited for the doors to seal.

Tika walked in after the representative, but turned toward her guards before doing so. "If any of the representative's friends here want to join us, allow them."
The doors shut behind them, and Tika took a seat in a rather lavish chair. "It seems they don't customize the room to personal taste." She looked up at the representative. "Anyhow, let's get introductions out of the way before we address the more serious matters. I am Tika Thonratar of the Muktari National Council."

"I am Koro Vartek, Director of Kriovalian Diplomacy and Trade. At least that's the official title. Everybody just calls me Koro, though. With me are Tevak and Sakira, both of Special Forces." The Director couldn't help but chuckle at the woman's comment about the furniture. "What would you have preferred?" he asked, hoping to avert any similar problems should a Muktari Councillor visit Krioval.

"Planning ahead should one of us visit? We tend to prefer simple comforts, nothing indulgent in flare. I am no exception." She began looking around the room. "Not that we can't appreciate the achievement."
Leaning back, she gestures toward another chair. "What shall we address first, one another's nations, or... more subtle matters?"

"I think we might do better to get to the matters at hand. Politics can be made to wait - at least that's my impression," Koro said gravely. He channeled a message through Tevak. We're not out to kill one another. Yet something about this place suggests that someone may be more 'bloody-minded' than we are. What's your impression?

Tika nodded, then noticed an accomadation she wasn't expecting. "Is that potato borscht?" As she got up to check, she turned toward Koro. "Yes, things do seem rather stressful around here, don't they?" I've been able to pick up trace feelings of hostility that seem aimed toward a particular subgroup of sentients.

Well, if it's not you, the thoughts spread quickly through the relay, then it'd have to be...us?

"Well, I suppose weddings are those stressful occasions," Koro said brightly. Tevak could handle the psionic relays, he decided, while he made polite conversation directly. It would probably save everybody a fair amount of trouble, ultimately.

It could be either species, or it could be homophobes. This is a wedding of two women, after all. "Especially stressful, with royal weddings. The workers in the palace are hardly able to stand still more than two seconds." Smiling as she confirms the identity of the potato borscht, she takes a quick sip and grins. "Just like home. More than compensation for the decor."

If it's homophobes, we're not in any danger. Tons of same-sex relationships in Krioval. Raijin and Kiv, me and Darvek, Tevak and Sakira, the equivalent of a psionic giggle accompanied the last pair of names.

Hey! Tevak intervened. I could take you anywhere, any time.

Koro flopped backward on the large bed. Fine. Go for it. Don't be upset if I continue our conversation with Tika.

Tevak growled. There was no good way out of that dilemma, except perhaps to push the conversation forward. "Potato borscht? What's that like?"

Sakira's head turned finally. Granted, she had been intrigued as to what Tevak's response to an open invitation from the other man would be, but she was now waiting to see whether Tevak really knew nothing about half-orcish culture. Would he actually drink the stuff if offered?

I was more concerned with the couple being married. If homophobes are anything like those who have been rascist against my kind, they don't care who dies with their target.
She held up the jug-like container that held the borscht. "Mainly a mix of potato byproduct and cooking oil. There are some shreads of potato in there that have been processed, along with some nonharmful molds for flavor. However, they seem to have left out the last bit. I guess they didn't want to spend time on the simmering process."
She started toward Tevak with the jug, picking up a trash container along the way. "If you want to try it, you're probably going to need this."

To be honest, I'm becoming a bit concerned about how long we've been sitting here, waiting. I mean, are they going to even have the wedding?

Meanwhile, Tevak looked suspiciously at the liquid, then the trash can. "Actually, I'm not all that thirsty right now."

"Maybe we could develop it as an emetic on Krioval, though," Sakira said, laughing lightly. "I'm not sure that the human body is designed for such things - for long, anyway."

I'm pretty sure it's tomorrow. Give people time to settle in, get used to the planet, etc.
Tika chuckled lightly, setting the trash bin back down and taking a swig of the brew. "You're the first human I've met who's been smart enough to excercise caution. Confidentially, we pretend it's a customary drink if the delegate turns out rascist or similiarly snobbish."

Koro thought for a moment before continuing the psionic relay. Just so long as you've got plans in case something goes horribly wrong. Then he was forced to laugh at the half-orcish 'tradition' involving the noxious brew. "You've found a way to outdo us, I'm afraid to admit. Krioval's noted for simply overwhelming its offensive visitors with displays of technology they don't have. You'd be surprised how many trade meetings on Krioval have turned in our favor after a small weapons test."

You'd be suprised what sort of tricks we can pull off when they are needed. Tika chuckled lightly. "We'll be sure to send our most offensive technicians. They can use the inspiration." She chuckled lightly as she took another swig of the borscht.
"Speaking of national customs, we should probably set up some sort of diplomatic meeting while we are here." She pulled out a datapad and tossed it lightly to Koro. "That shows what openings we have. You could easily use the Foundation Day Celebration as an opportune time."

OOC: We better wrap this up. We don't want to hijack the thread.

"Absolutely. We should really find time to have a more formal meeting than this. Your celebration sounds like a good introduction to your culture." Koro got the feeling that their conversation was going on for too long; their hosts may become suspicious. Not to mention that there were plenty of other guests to meet. "Perhaps we should get back to the party?"

As long as we're both on our guard, I think we're all right.

OOC Sorry for the Delay, I am wait for the Bride to post ((If he doesn't by tommorow we will go ahead with it anyway.)) Please just wait if its not to hard. It will be about one more day if he does not post.

Don't worry about me. Tika nodded. "I'll let you keep the data pad in case you find a better time. However, it would be about an hour or so past sundown in Muktar right now, and I'm as tired as can be. I think it is safe to say this conversation is over, unless something compels Koro to remain in my bed."

OOC: Logging off, I won't be on tomorrow.

OOC: Sorry, I've been busy with stuff in RL lately. And since I was to busy to post, we'll just say this took place a couple of years before the federation was destroyed.
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ICly:
The last 2 weeks had been a total blur to her. Several federation admirals had flown to the planet to witness the wedding.

"Hmmmmm what should I wear? There are so many to choose from! Boy! Boy! which one do you think I should wear? " She asked a young servant in her room.The young servant pointed to a traditnol looking wedding gown over in the corner of the closest it " I think you would look really good in that one Ma'am. " he said. " http://www.bridalandformalsunlimited.com/Wedding_Gown_03.JPG
She patted him on the head " Thanks! I like that one! Now get me dressed boy! Put on my clothes! " She yelled at the Searvent . He responded by grabbed the parts of the wedding gown and got her dressed. He was putting her top on when her mother came into the room. " Mother! You got here in time! I'm so happy! " Her mother was crying " I can't believe my little baby is gonna get married! You don't know how happy I am for you! "
Her daughter responded by asking her to go have a seat " Go now mother, the ceremony is going to start soon! Go on mother! "

Her mother left and another figure walked into the room. She saw him and was overpowered with joy " Admiral Harrison! I can't believe you came! I thought you were never going to show up! " She ran up and hugged him. He seemed pretty happy to " Well well, That little recruit who thought she would never find anyone finally did. You said I was crazy when I said you would find someone. I'll go have a seat, we'll have a chat. Your a good officer, It's a shame to lose you. Oh yeah I brought an honor guard to line the aisle. They'll do that saber thing they do. ( this is what I brought http://www.aggiemoms.org/pages/images/links/AaronSaberArch.jpg http://www.txagcca.org/test/photos/2001e_large.jpg )
Well It's good to see you. " She was all teary eyed " I'm gonna miss you so much! Come visits whenever you want!! "

And with that the commander left the door. It was nearly time. She was just waiting for the guests to get ready. She patted her servants head again " You know, you'd make a good pet. "

A Searvent came in and wispered into the Empresses ear. She beamed.

"Very Well, please send out the messangers to tell people the Ceramonies are going to begin in two hours, enough time for them to get to the Center of the Palace."

"Yes Mistress." The Man said before talking quickly into his Microphone.

Dun Dun Dun+-+Please moved to the nearest Rail car to it may take you to the nearest Transport, the wedding will be in two hours, please follow your guides.+-+

Two hours Later, in the Center of the Palace.

The Last of the People where fialing into the Hall. The thing was huge, the roof high enough to fit two Thunder Hawks ((Size of Jumbo Jets)) From tail to nose high and four times that across. The reason was simple, while their was space for the Guests, their where also Compliments of One Hundred Men from Every Regiment or Legion in the Imperium. The Riot of Colours from the Cerimonal Uniforms where dazaling to look at.

Their was the sound of Metal shoded Boots stricking the Marble floor. Then the sound of Gunshots one after the other. The Marines at the Door stood at attention, and then turned and pointed towards the door and pointed their guns to the Diagonal. Both Fired moments before the Empress Came in on a Black Warhorse followed by Her Primarches in Perfect Millitary Lockstep. She came to the edge of the Back of the seats and then droped down, wissiling to the horse which went back the way it came without guiding hands. She then turned and moved forwards, the First Primarches Directly Behind her and the rest in a triangle in the Order of their Birth. They broke away at an invisible point, turning and standing to salute their Empress. Finally the Empress came to the Base of the alter, and the First of the Primarches, Isis, moved up behind the Altar.

Then the Brides honour guard came through and took up positions in between the Primarchs, and then the Bride came through on the arms of Her father and Admiral Harrison Respectivly. Both took her up to the Altar, at which point she was released to stand next to her soon to be Wife. Isis looked around then smiled.

"We are gathered Here today to witness the Union of two minds. By the End of the Ceremony they will be forever unified in the Warp, thus never shall they be apart. They will form one more Bastion for Humanities war against the Dark Gods, and shall they prove that Humanity is Superior to Darkness. Blood shall make pain not Plesure in their minds, Pain will not bring Pleasure, Change will not be granted with fear and desise shall never Plauge them. Their shall never be apart, even in death shall their minds be intertwined, free from the Dark Powers. Thus, I will Begin the Pledge." She nodded, and two knives where brought out, placed before the two Lovers. Isis made a gesture, and looked apon both of them harshly.

"Take the Knife, and Slit Your wrists and Throats, should you be free of guile, you will not die, but should you have falsehood in your heart, you will be allowed to bleed your evil husk to the Depths of the Warp." She Nodded, and all those of Valshare in the room Bowed on their left knee.

Valana took the Blade, a Scimatar in fashion, and put it to her wrist. With no hesitation cut right to the bone, and did the same with the other. Then Following that, she cut her own Throat. But no Blood fell forth, and the wounds actually healed themselves.

"Bride, take up the Knife!" Isis said, looking at the hesitation on the Girls face.

A Searvent came in and wispered into the Empresses ear. She beamed.

"Very Well, please send out the messangers to tell people the Ceramonies are going to begin in two hours, enough time for them to get to the Center of the Palace."

"Yes Mistress." The Man said before talking quickly into his Microphone.

Dun Dun Dun+-+Please moved to the nearest Rail car to it may take you to the nearest Transport, the wedding will be in two hours, please follow your guides.+-+

Two hours Later, in the Center of the Palace.

The Last of the People where fialing into the Hall. The thing was huge, the roof high enough to fit two Thunder Hawks ((Size of Jumbo Jets)) From tail to nose high and four times that across. The reason was simple, while their was space for the Guests, their where also Compliments of One Hundred Men from Every Regiment or Legion in the Imperium. The Riot of Colours from the Cerimonal Uniforms where dazaling to look at.

Their was the sound of Metal shoded Boots stricking the Marble floor. Then the sound of Gunshots one after the other. The Marines at the Door stood at attention, and then turned and pointed towards the door and pointed their guns to the Diagonal. Both Fired moments before the Empress Came in on a Black Warhorse followed by Her Primarches in Perfect Millitary Lockstep. She came to the edge of the Back of the seats and then droped down, wissiling to the horse which went back the way it came without guiding hands. She then turned and moved forwards, the First Primarches Directly Behind her and the rest in a triangle in the Order of their Birth. They broke away at an invisible point, turning and standing to salute their Empress. Finally the Empress came to the Base of the alter, and the First of the Primarches, Isis, moved up behind the Altar.

Then the Brides honour guard came through and took up positions in between the Primarchs, and then the Bride came through on the arms of Her father and Admiral Harrison Respectivly. Both took her up to the Altar, at which point she was released to stand next to her soon to be Wife. Isis looked around then smiled.

"We are gathered Here today to witness the Union of two minds. By the End of the Ceremony they will be forever unified in the Warp, thus never shall they be apart. They will form one more Bastion for Humanities war against the Dark Gods, and shall they prove that Humanity is Superior to Darkness. Blood shall make pain not Plesure in their minds, Pain will not bring Pleasure, Change will not be granted with fear and desise shall never Plauge them. Their shall never be apart, even in death shall their minds be intertwined, free from the Dark Powers. Thus, I will Begin the Pledge." She nodded, and two knives where brought out, placed before the two Lovers. Isis made a gesture, and looked apon both of them harshly.

"Take the Knife, and Slit Your wrists and Throats, should you be free of guile, you will not die, but should you have falsehood in your heart, you will be allowed to bleed your evil husk to the Depths of the Warp." She Nodded, and all those of Valshare in the room Bowed on their left knee.

Valana took the Blade, a Scimatar in fashion, and put it to her wrist. With no hesitation cut right to the bone, and did the same with the other. Then Following that, she cut her own Throat. But no Blood fell forth, and the wounds actually healed themselves.

"Bride, take up the Knife!" Isis said, looking at the hesitation on the Girls face.

She took the knife from her newfound lover... She cut into the bone on her left wrist. She slashed her right wrist. She put the knife on her soft neck. She could feel the cold steel and she pushed on it as hard as she could.

The knife cut through her throat. But to her surprise there was no pain no blood. And the wounds healed within moments.

She started to cry and looked into her lovers eyes.

Isis smiled, looking apon the face of the young girl.

"Yes girl, look into her eyes, for in their you will find the end of solotude. From this day forward you shall be as one, for even the Warp has sided with this union." She smiled, and looked at the pair.

The Empress looked at the girl, and her mind made a amazing contact. This was eternal, not just for this lifetime. And the contact was made.

In the Warp, the grey masses floated around. Their where two that moved together, and then they combined, their was a roar, and then twelve black spheares moved and pelted the mass. This was usless however, and the spheares pulled apart.

Back in the hall the Empress staggered, and Jenifer fell into her arms. She woke instantly and stood again. THeir was a sense of pure understanding, In that instant, that very moment, the minds of each where open to everything, their where not secrets, nothing hidden. They understood eachother complteatly and now they where one.

"Now Girls" She said mockingly. "What rewards have you got for your brave soldiers and honoured guests? What did they come for?"

Valana smiled, and kissed Jenifier Quickly, then came back for a longer one.

Now I am eternal She spoke to the mind of her new Wife. Now, who is that searvent you where bossing around?

OOC: Forgive my delay. was very busy. Just assume I am already there.

IC: Gregory smiled and nodded to the happy couple, as every union is honored by Imperial society. He opened a comms device.

"Ok do it."

From the transport launched several small probes, that shot into the atmosphere and exploded, filling the air with many beautiful colours... reds, greens, purples... all the colours of the rainbow.

"The Empire wishes you many happy years ahead."

In Krioval, one remained in position following a marriage ceremony until one was dismissed. It would be considered terrible manners to do otherwise, with a few emergencies excepted. Also, the Muktari delegation had become separated from theirs, so Koro and Tevak decided on some light and very well guarded psionic communication.

What'd you think? the Director asked.

I liked it! came Tevak's enthusiastic response. I mean, two women, kissing! I wonder if...

No. The thought intruded with the delicacy and grace of a sledgehammer. Sakira didn't even bother to look at her husband as she continued, if that's what you wanted, you definitely made the wrong choice. Though if you really want to... she trailed off.

You'd let me?! Tevak's enthusiasm rebounded from its crash. Really?!

Of course. Mind you, it'd be the last thing you'd do alive, but how much can I really hurt you?

The two men were silent. They knew all too well Sakira's abilities in combat. Of course, Koro was far less concerned than Tevak, who would likely spend the next two days "on ice", so to speak.

Very nice ceremony, though, Tevak attempted weakly. Except that knife thing was a little strange.

Yeah! came Koro's response. When I drag Darvek up to the...uh...never mind?

Sakira pounced. So, it's a serious thing, then? Well, Koro, nobody who's tried yet has succeeded. The equivalent of female laughter registered across the psionic link. You'll be known as the greatest hunter in the history of Krioval!