Azaha
10-12-2004, 04:08
((Story takes place about two RL weeks ago... feel free to tag and comment))
The small rapping of raindrops upon the solid rock roadway was almost comforting, as Lord Exio, leader of the Azaha-sect (The military sect) walked to the massive palace doors. Exio looked his best today, with his massive gleaming ebony black power armor, flowing cape of black, with golden trim and various bits of gold here and there on his armor.
There were two guards, hulking men in full powered battle armor, massive weapons in hand. The armor was almost that of Exio’s, but theirs were a shining gray, and a little less bulky. The guards instantly stepped out of the doorway when they saw Exio slowly walking up the stone road. Exio burst through the massive 10-meter tall doors and continued to walk.
Directly in front of him was the throne room, where Emperor Bhael himself sat upon his throne of skulls and gold. The throne room its self was enormous, and overly extravagant. Black and red silk all over, gold weapons, silverware and plates lined all along the room. Upon a rise of 5 meters, sat the emperor. The emperor himself was a sight to see. His long flowing robe of pure gold silk, his arms laced with golden and black jewelry. Emperor Bhael was a lean tone man. Even at the age of 57, he looked as though he was 18. His face, oh his exquisite face was a sight unto its self. Totally devoid of wrinkles, or the slightest hint of stress or pain, golden blonde hair, perfect round features of his face. He was, in most aspects… perfect.
Exio wasted no time making his way up to the throne and quickly kneeling before Bhael, head staring straight down at the floor.
Bhael looked down upon Exio, and let out a comforting smile. “Rise honored lord, you may face me.” Said Bhael, with a boyish, let hardened tone. Exio quickly obeyed and stared Bhael straight in the eyes.
“Emperor Bhael, I have come, to give you a gift, showing my undying loyalty for you, my own weapon.” With that said Exio quickly pulled out an ancient colt M1911 pistol. The pistol its self looked brand new, and in working condition. Exio kneeled again and raised the pistol with both his hands above his head.
“Lord Exio, are you sure? This weapon, I know it is your most prized possession. But if you wish, I will gladly accept your honored gift.” Bhael stood up from his throne, revealing him to be a very tall man, about two meters in height. He slowly strode the two-step walk to Exio and stood, leaning down to take the pistol.
“No my lord… it is I that will receive the honored gift” Exio remarked, dully. Exio reversed the weapon, so that the grip and trigger was in his right hand. Without even looking up, he applied pressure to the trigger. The weapon shot seamlessly, as it tore through space, and impacted Bhael’s forehead, staining the golden throne with red streaks.
As the latter emperor fell backwards, Exio casually rose, and walked away from the throne. Everyone in the room was just so utterly shocked, that they did nothing but gawk. Later that day, Exio’s shuttle blasted off from the ‘Throne world’.
Following the death of Bhael, a bloody civil war erupted between the follows of Lord… no, Emperor Exio, and the followers of dead Bhael.
Finally, the military-sect of Azaha, was cast from the empire, and isolated onto its primary world, Azaha Prime. Now, all alone, the Empire of Azaha fended for themselves, until they saw an opportunity, the Galactic Empire.
The small rapping of raindrops upon the solid rock roadway was almost comforting, as Lord Exio, leader of the Azaha-sect (The military sect) walked to the massive palace doors. Exio looked his best today, with his massive gleaming ebony black power armor, flowing cape of black, with golden trim and various bits of gold here and there on his armor.
There were two guards, hulking men in full powered battle armor, massive weapons in hand. The armor was almost that of Exio’s, but theirs were a shining gray, and a little less bulky. The guards instantly stepped out of the doorway when they saw Exio slowly walking up the stone road. Exio burst through the massive 10-meter tall doors and continued to walk.
Directly in front of him was the throne room, where Emperor Bhael himself sat upon his throne of skulls and gold. The throne room its self was enormous, and overly extravagant. Black and red silk all over, gold weapons, silverware and plates lined all along the room. Upon a rise of 5 meters, sat the emperor. The emperor himself was a sight to see. His long flowing robe of pure gold silk, his arms laced with golden and black jewelry. Emperor Bhael was a lean tone man. Even at the age of 57, he looked as though he was 18. His face, oh his exquisite face was a sight unto its self. Totally devoid of wrinkles, or the slightest hint of stress or pain, golden blonde hair, perfect round features of his face. He was, in most aspects… perfect.
Exio wasted no time making his way up to the throne and quickly kneeling before Bhael, head staring straight down at the floor.
Bhael looked down upon Exio, and let out a comforting smile. “Rise honored lord, you may face me.” Said Bhael, with a boyish, let hardened tone. Exio quickly obeyed and stared Bhael straight in the eyes.
“Emperor Bhael, I have come, to give you a gift, showing my undying loyalty for you, my own weapon.” With that said Exio quickly pulled out an ancient colt M1911 pistol. The pistol its self looked brand new, and in working condition. Exio kneeled again and raised the pistol with both his hands above his head.
“Lord Exio, are you sure? This weapon, I know it is your most prized possession. But if you wish, I will gladly accept your honored gift.” Bhael stood up from his throne, revealing him to be a very tall man, about two meters in height. He slowly strode the two-step walk to Exio and stood, leaning down to take the pistol.
“No my lord… it is I that will receive the honored gift” Exio remarked, dully. Exio reversed the weapon, so that the grip and trigger was in his right hand. Without even looking up, he applied pressure to the trigger. The weapon shot seamlessly, as it tore through space, and impacted Bhael’s forehead, staining the golden throne with red streaks.
As the latter emperor fell backwards, Exio casually rose, and walked away from the throne. Everyone in the room was just so utterly shocked, that they did nothing but gawk. Later that day, Exio’s shuttle blasted off from the ‘Throne world’.
Following the death of Bhael, a bloody civil war erupted between the follows of Lord… no, Emperor Exio, and the followers of dead Bhael.
Finally, the military-sect of Azaha, was cast from the empire, and isolated onto its primary world, Azaha Prime. Now, all alone, the Empire of Azaha fended for themselves, until they saw an opportunity, the Galactic Empire.