NationStates Jolt Archive

[OOC: Right, this is my a post to pretty much state on the Missing Riots, and eventually the creation of the new Government. Most involvement will be limited, The main form of involvment would be in diplomatic response to what will happen. Anything else must be asked of me first. Feedback Wanted]



Anisarian sat, looking at the man before her, sitting on her throne, formally. On her head, her crown sat, and she was dressed in White robes of exquisite quality. Flanking her, a level below, stood various officials, all facing her and bowing. She looked at them in anger...she was not happy.

"[I]Tell me," she said, looking at those below her. "Why is there, at present, Fifteen thousand Rioters outside the palace?!"

"My L-lady" Amuil, Lord of the Imperial Protection Agency said, looking down in submission. "They are...are protesting against..." he looked up, as he said the next part. "Your feeding."

"So..." The Tsarina said...anger in her voice. "Your telling me, it was slipped to the public? So you failed me?"

"It wasn't slipped!" Askiri said, the Head of the Imperial Authority. "People are not protesting against the feeding itself, they are protesting against our lack of ability to find out where the people you feed are going...to protect them from being taken away." he sighed. "To date you have taken Four, two hundred and Eighty Six People Lady Tsarina...the people are a bit worried with people simply going...missing."

"You did fail me then" she said, harshly. "You failed to convince the people of their safety, you have several ways to have them removed...the people understand little...their Unenlightened Barbarians with the technology to keep them pampered. You are ment to feed them infomation, that their family, friends and such have been taken to achive something for the good of the Universe." she almost snarled. "You now are to be punished...and I shall deal with this myself." She made a simple order with her mind, and the statues that lined the Walls of her Throne Room Came to life. The Immortals came forward, each one taking the terrorfied Poloticians, who would each be removed.

And from the Throne, Tsarina Anisarian Rose. She strode from the hall, and as she did, she willed herself to the Balcony Overlooking the Protesters. She looked down at them, as a roar from the crowd...a roar of Ourrage, came up. She held up her hands, and an unatural silence became...the voices of those below stopped.

"People, People!" She roared, her voice heard by all. "The Imperial Agencies I have set up failed you. They failed to inform you correctly of the situation! They Failed to inform you on what happened to your families, and they have quite simply failed you, for They did not tell you what the price for Rebellion against my Will is!"

With that, her mind made a command. And below, the floor turned to carnage. Seemingly from no where, Necron Warriors came, their Gauss Flayers letting loose into the crowds. People Began to scream, as from all over, the Mechanical Warriors closed in. Wraiths struck through the crowd, dismembering and posioning. Flayed Ones struck with frightening speed, removing Skin, Flesh, adorning themselves with it. The Crowds attempted to fight...using hidden weapons, but the resistance was ineffectual, facing them was a Military Force, not the Police Force they had expected should they be ordered to leave.

And this force showed no Mercy.

The Crowds began to flee now...slipping away, but this was not of her concern. She could feel the essance of the dead...and she fed on it. She felt their emotions, fear, suprise, several glints of Admiration. She knew Bliss as she consumed the Life Force of Those below.

And while she did...she thought of the new Order...she already had the new ideals running through her mind...

She just needed to implement them...but for now...her addiction required more. She flew out, the streets would not be safe for hours now...and this was good.

There were some who cared.

Unfortunately for the Tsarina, at least two of those ‘some’ were C’tan. A process of thought transference conducted over thousands of light years began when news of the slaughter reached Mephet’ran’s attention.

I told you she couldn’t be trusted.

Of course not, but that doesn’t mean she didn’t deserve a chance. Let’s not forget that she’s also brought productive order to the planet, where there would otherwise have been famine and disaster.

Well, that is true, but she must still be reprimanded.

And you have gotten away with worse, lest we forget the Roanian incident? How many were there?

That’s immaterial, she must be punished, we can’t allow her to endanger our reputation.

Quite. Fortunately, she’s fairly isolated from most nations, and it’s a fairly small slaughter, in the scheme of things, but still.

I take it you will be summoning her then?

Yes, quite.

The message that was sent was quite simple.

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Anisarian, your attendance, alone, is required aboard the tomb-ship Reaper of Light. I wish to explain certain matters to you, related to your recent actions.
- Mephet'ran

To Say Mephet'Ran Irritated her would be to say a flood was a slight trickle. The Jackal...while he was smart, able to convince her brother to begin the feasting, had become, she felt for a word. Soft. Yes...this suited. As she thought on the Jackal, she wondered where he had gone from the Creature which had doomed a race, to the new Person he was now.

But as it was, she steped onto the Deck of the Reaper of Light, she smiled...such a Dark name...didn't reflect its master. She stalked the Decks, her mind ringing out as she came before the Jackal.

~I am here Jackal...now explain your reasons for summoning.~

Mephet’ran frowned a little at the use of the Eldar name, it didn’t appeal to his sense of aesthetics, ‘Jackal’ was a clumsy and inelegant word, especially the Eldar take on the name. He found their, beloved, language to be odious. Inefficient. It lacked the serenity of Necrontyr, which was as clear as rainwater on a warm spring morning, without duplicated terms, or the excessive and clumsy emotionality of the Eldar language.

“You want to know why. Well, I’ll enlighten you. Do you know what it’s like?” he asked, in necrontyr, “to meet my wife? It’s rather like being battered by beauty. Not mere physical beauty of course, but mental, the flavour of such an ancient – if not by our standards, then by those of mortals – creature is indescribable in its complexity and entrancing quality. When I first met her I stared absently at her, rather like you see in a classic, light romance. For a few moments, I considered consuming her, then it occurred that it would be more productive to keep her around to appreciate such beauty indefinitely as it grew – after all, if that was the effect after forty thousand years, what would it be like in another forty thousand?

“You can learn a lot by learning to appreciate an individual. That’s the problem with our race. We think on the grand scale. We can easily comprehend the vastness of existence, or the reality of quadrillions of beings. The scale of planets, stars, galaxies and dimensions is easy. The value of individuals is hard to grasp without being ‘raised’ in the fashion of mortals. It’s when you spend time around any given one, without the anticipation of betrayal or ultimately discarding them that you begin to consider the interests of other individuals as having some kind of value.

“Then you begin to consider,” his grey-blue hands tightened a little, a subtle gesture the Deceiver used as part of language in a more conscientious way than one who was born to it, “what value others may have in relation to yourself. It’s a question we’ve studied before of course. The truthful answer is ‘nothing really matters’ after all, in the vastness of the universe, what’re a few quintillions here, or there? One may as well just do whatsoever one enjoys. Altruism is for the weak, the ‘small.’

“Except, ultimately,” his head turned a little, then leaned back, silvery hair falling down his back a little further, “altruism is what makes the galaxies turn. If I had, in our ‘days of glory’ been the person I am now, I, we, would by now, be the master of a truly intergalactic domain of incomparable size. For that matter, we would have come to dominate the ‘Old Ones.’ Imagine that wasted yesterday.

“In the end, that’s the kind of tomorrow I plan.

“I have changed to the ‘nice’ creature you see before you now because, ultimately, I have realised that altruism works. It is the foundation of societies of the ‘weak’ and it is those that become strong. Even our own was built on the dreams and social interactions of thirty million generations of necrontyr. Without them, we star-parasites would be little more than drifting etheric plasma forever ignorant.

“We gain incomparably more by behaving as social creatures with altruistic concern and love of other, lesser, beings than we do by acting as grim harvesters of fate. Even if we lack the instant gratification of the feeding, and I do admit, it is a delicious sensation I sometimes long for, we gain so much more in the long term. An irony isn’t it?

“The Ageless Gods that can’t see beyond the ends of their metaphorical noses and behave as children.

“Lots of human children are like that, anyway. ‘I want gratification, and I want it now, regardless of what has to be done to provide it’ is a common refrain – though there’s usually more stamping of feet and ranting – among them. Part of growing wise for such creatures is learning to interact sociably with each other, and learning why it ultimately benefits them more than simply taking what one wants from others.

“Anyway, that’s the obligatory lecture on why you’ve been bad done,” he said, turning, his silver eyes shining with reflected starlight, “now for the threats and staff-rattling.” He smiled grimly, “Do not delude yourself into thinking that I have lost resolve or iron. There is a simple reason you yet live in my presence today. I told you that your people were yours to do with as you wished, save for mass destruction of worlds and peoples, and, unwise though it was, I cannot judge you disobedient when I have given no command which you have defied.

“And so I can merely say that I object, and request that there be no repeat of this incident, and beseech you to think about my reasons for changing as I have, and consider them uncritically.”