NationStates Jolt Archive

It was dusk between the planets of Vadron and Harmandrum. Both were Yaforite colonies, the latter being the single largest one, the former being more in the nature of a military outpost. Usually at this time, interplanatary traders would be passing through, as this was a safe, low-toll, way of passing through an area of space reknowned for it's pirates.

But not today. Tentions between Yafor 2 and Chronosia regarding the Black Crusade had deteriorated so far that the straits were closed and any Chronosian ship passing within 40 light years of the straits would be shot down. This was startling. The peaceful Yaforites never did this unless.....

Ship Commander Juan Pancho had returned with his tale. It was a long, winding, narrative devoted to telling how evil the Chronosians were, but it had a point. The Chronosian reach was extending. They were becoming ambitious. This was news for alarm in Yafor 2. It was clear that many Chronosians hated them due to the blood they had spilled at Azaha. And now this.

The world was becoming dangerous. The confrantation was about to begin. And the Yaforites were arming themseleves.

OOC:No attacking in this thread, please, it is more in the nature of a diplomatic fallout/military build-up thread.

Rumors continued to float around space. Why had the Yaforites done this deed? And, if their blatant excuses were true, did they hate Chronosia so much. The Yaforites were a strange people to be sure. Closing the straits denied them much money. It was stupid manouvre.

What was even more stupid was the recent build-up of trans-galactic battleships in the base at Vadron. Already over 100 more had arrived. It was not as if they were preparing for a siege. Or were they?

OOC:It's all IC, i don't really hate you. ;)

((OOC: Ooooh, taggy.

FYI, you made an annoying debris ring around my colony when you blew up your ship. Shame on you! :mad: ))

((OOC: Ooooh, taggy.

FYI, you made an annoying debris ring around my colony when you blew up your ship. Shame on you! :mad: ))

OOC: :( Well, that fight was coming anyway. We both needed an excuse to mash each other on fair terms(Chronosia is like 4 times as big as me).

Long was the arm of the Imperium; its reach extended with every victory and alliance. Each planet it drew into itself increased its power and influence...But for too long had it lain stagnant.

The Orbit's Bay incident had opened the Emperor's eyes. The forces that even now opposed his black Crusade; were growing bolder...And he would not stand for it. Standing upon the vast bridge of the Imperial Flagship; the Ecstacy of Slaanesh; the most powerful warship in the Chronosian fleet; capable of annihilating a planet...It had shown that power before; at Azaha Prime.

he chuckled slightly; moving to the great viewscreen; and watching. Already ships were coming from across the Empire. A respite in the Crusade was coming to an end as ship after ship gathered; dozens moved into hundreds; hundreds would soon threaten thousands; and he cackled with a black glee. After this; he would call upon the allies of Chaos; but first...He would lead a full Chronosian offensive; oh yes...And then, having taken what he wished, he would leave the rest to be defiled by his allies.

Sitting upon the great bone and basalt throne; gazing out into the limitless gulf; he reached out with his great mind; and smiled. The Gods were ready to recieve sacrifice; and only after he appeased his gods in turn; Khorne, Slaanesh, Nurgle and Tzeentch; could he proceed with the final phases of the great plan. The unlocking of the Black Library and its secrets; and the power that Chaos would gain through it...

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The Military base at Vadron
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The anticipation was terrible, Jacoline Francis admitted, that anticipation that something was going to happen and you didn't know what, only that it would be bad. It gnawed at your insides, gobbling them up. A native of Harmandrum, Governor Francis didn't really like the Yaforite opressors. But he hated the Chronosian demons.

He watched the forces move in. 7 Command-Centers, the largest amount ever made. They were Yafor 2's best ship, huge juggernauts of steel, flame, lightening, and lasers. But they couldn't stand up to the Chronosian ships, not by any strech of the imagination. Not by any strech.

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The Chaos Empire of Chronosia
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Morphian had always known he was a traitor. Ever since the mercenary had been paid in the Aemon Chaliny Incident, he knew. But this would be the worst offense of his life! He would single-handedly topple the Yaforites. He knew the codes; soon so would the Chronosians. Now all he had to do was to meet the emperor and then....

The Mercenary was admitted; guarded by Obliterators who dripped venom and corruption; seething from their armor which seemed almost fused to their bodies. They glanced down at him; hissing ferally; as the doors opened to the main Chamber of the Daemon Emperor..

Upon his throne he presided over carnage; bodies hung, or we're pinned to the walls; each mutilated with symbol and sigil; dripping blood and fluid yet apparently still alive; gibbering and whimpering. The walls seemed to move in bloody tableau; before a voice echoed through the horror.

"Speak..."

"I am, as you probably know, Morphian, an I have information for you.

Their largest ship is the size of the 2nd largest ship I saw in port, which I am sure is not one of your larger ships. They mostly use small ships which are skilled at dodging, sieze the land so they can have no place to dock. And..."

The man paused. It was clear something was wrong.

"Why tell me what I already know...Do your sources fail you." The Emperor leaned forward from the shadows....and he was not human; not anymore. He was something else; a glimmering being of black purity. He chuckled. The symbols in the bodies that surrounded the chamber began to glimmer; and strange scuttling things moved in the shadows.

"Tell me....Yaforian. Their defences..." He reached out with his clawed hand; he wanted the knowledge from the mans mind...Not his lips. "Tell me everything...Before I crush it from your skull like wine from the vine..."

The man smiled a dark wane smile.

"You wont' even get that."

And he drew out a laser pistol, took his aim, and shot.

The Emperor roared as he brought his great Lightning Claw up to block the attack; as the things in the shadows screeched in unison and moved against the fool. And the Obliterators turned and unleashed their weapons.

"A fools errand for you..." Marcus chuckled. "Die now..."

"Errand, hah! It was my idea, I executed it, I planned it. It was foolproof. You can kill me but what do you gain? Nothing. Try forcing information out of me and I won't tell. You know why? Because I don't know! I only told you what you knew for a reason! So kill me, I don't care, I'm not afraid of death!"

The man laughed in his harsh voice and raising his gun again, he continued to fire, his dark face framed by his laughter.

OC:That little speech just explained Morphian's entire personality and why I created him.

A great Lascannon blast tore through the man as the Emperor rose; his servants backing away from the victim, as the dark Daemon Lord of Chronosia raised his powerclaw and brought it down upon the mans head; shattering him....He roared in anger; tossing the corpse to one side and growling.

"They seek to play with me; well...they shall know my wrath; they shall burn with the fires of my rage"

Morphian was dead. But his son, Morphian II was not. And they were abselutly alike.

OOC:I'll let you do a troop movement before I do mine. The only reason I did that^ is because I love his character.

Chronosia had decided to be subtle for the time being...

A small scale fighter assault had been launched; with various Chronosian fighters; dodging and whirring through the void, menacing at the borders of Yaforite space.

Chronosia Prime was alive with activity; from the marshalling of troops to vast transports; to the Unification of the Chronosian warfleets; countless supplicants and servitors worked ceaselessly to fuel the fires of war and industry....The Chronosian wave was gaining momentum; and its vast hunger was growing.

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The military base at Vadron
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Governor Jacoline Francis sighed audibly. Where was the government when you needed them? Mostly they argued on and on about civil rights but never payed any attention to their colonizing plan! He was here, with a powerful Chronosian fleet probably on the horizon. He needed help.

"Dad's not back yet." observed a boy who was about sixteen. He had a V-1 "Cuatro" laser pistol in his hand, though where he had got it from was a mystery. Governor Francis guessed that his father had given it to him. It was against the law, of course, but he didn't want Morphian angry with him.

"Well we both knew he was going there to die." He said in a heartless voice, more out of hope than any other emotion. He personally disliked Morphian, though no one really liked him anyway.

"Shut u-" Governor Francis wondered why the boy had stopped. Morphian II was string out of the window, his mouth wide open. Governor Francis followed his gaze and his reaction was the same as the 16-year-old's. Why? For a huge lfeet was out there. Ship Commander Leonard Wilkins and Flotilla Commander Gudanov had returned to protect the colonies.

"My Lord and Emperor..." The heretical tech-priest scuttling thing moved and bowed before him; simpering and supplicating before the great Throne of the Daemon Emperor. "Long range sensors indicate that the Yaforite colonies are reinforced by new ships; and they have closed the planetary straits..."

"Indeed; but their defiance is in vain. I wil marshall the flets; the Crusade, and none shall stand against me; for none have power enough to resist chaos in all its glory. Yafor's colonies will burn as a tribute and a sacrifice for the Gods; and I shall be blessed in return...They shall grant me the ancient library of the Eldar." He chuckled slightly, "And I shall harness the most infernal of knowledges; and tame the most evil of secrets."

"And you shall be unstopopable."

"Yes...In this age; information is power, and I shall hold all the cards. Send out the call of war; rally every ship we can to our cause. Tell all that once again our great crusade draws breath..."

Flotilla Commander Charles Gudanov, the most brilliant officer of the Yaforite Army, stared down the other generals at the table. His eyes were dark and angr. It was obvious that he was annoyed by the man at the opposite of the table, Lt. Flotilla Commander Ronald Muscovy. Muscovy was his asisstant, a mand he did hate, but kept anyway.

"Muscovy, shut up." It was rare for the ultra-polite Flotilla Commander to even say those words, so Ronald Muscovy shut up immediatly. "We don't have a chance. Period. The Chronosians are much more powerful than us. They can destroy a planet. These are our goals. If we accomplish one of these, w have done our job."

A screen lit up above their heads. The generals murmured in wonder. Then, a picture of the general's heads. On it, above their startled cries, was a picture of the Extacsy of Slaanath.

"The Extacsy of Slaanath." The Flotilla Commander had resumed talking. "The most powerful ship in the Chronosian fleet. We saw it in work at Azaha."

"So THAT's how they destroyed the planet!" Said the tech-whiz, Ship Commander Gregory Zinn, "The blah, blah, blah blah blah..... His voice faded away as he went into technical terms.

Ship Commander Omar Saaid recodnized the next thing to appear on the screen. "An Obliterator! I know about them!" The Flotilla Commander nodded. Sometimes talking to the generals was just like talking to boys.

The screen flashed again. "Commanders, meet the Chronosian fleet. It is our enemy. Were going to have to fight that." He indicated the picture. The generals were gazing in wonder. It was a largest thing they had ever seen And it was their enemy.

A communication was sent; the image of the black Emperor dominating their screens from aboard the Ecstacy.

"People of Yafor...I am the Emperor of Chronosia; I am the terrible wrath and cleansing fire of Chaos Gods; and I offer you one chance. Surrender to me; swear fealty forever to the Imperium; and we shall spare you. Resist and we shall crush you. The Ecstacy is a fully equipped 'Planet Killer' battlecruiser; more powerful than any other force in the Chronosian navy...But we have other powerful shps; other tricks...and we shall use them. Go not the way of the Azahan fool; repent...and I shall be merciful" He chuckled. "In the meantime; I shall introduce you to my Children; the Primarchs of my Empire."

A great figure in black armor appeared on screen; bearing a mighty scythe, the Manreaper, and bearing a resemblence to the Emperor in his earlier years.
"Remiel; of the Angelus Ater."

The image was replaced by a gargantuan shape in a pale, almost sickly green armor that seemed to ooze and shimmer; his face was a marked and diseased ruin; grinning with a malignance. He carried a great bolter; and a bladed staff that dripped corruption.
"Lucian, of the Envenomed Fangs"

Now it was a great warrior adorned in red and gold and other decorations. Great and wild was he; and he bore two enormous Chainaxes; whose iron teeth roared in hunger and fury.
"Cabot of the Wolfsbane"

A man stood; his armor shifting in the shadows; and great black feathered wings sprouted from his black; both beautiful and terrifying; and in his hands he bore a glaive, and a heavy bolter; annointed in the name of his gods.
"Gabriel; of the Ascendant Daemons"

And the final figure was an armored warrior; wreathed all in black like some funeral figure. Strabbed to his great belt were lightsabers; and in his hands he bore a Bedlam Staff; a weapon of true Chaos.
"Chronos; of the Black Fist..."

"You have seen the harbingers of your doom; I give you one hour to decide your fate"

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Outside Vadron
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A small pod entered the back of the base. A man clad in a white tunic stepped out. In his hands was a long, gnarled, wooden staff, that included many burn marks. He had a leather belt, upon which one side was covered by a whip and the other by a sword. He was Yralkiss, High Druid of the Flamesearers, who was the only man in Yafor 2 who couldstand up to one of the PRimarchs of Chronosia, hand to hand, and win......

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Inside Vadron
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Message to Marcus Draken, Foolish Daemon of Chronosia who has the gall to call himself Emperor

I, Leonard Wilkins, who led the force that opposed you at Azaha, do defy you again. We are not afraid of you. We have heroes of our own......

AZENAN, Dark Lord of the 3 Worlds, and head of the Flamesearers.....

LOCRATIS, Dark Lord of the Void, and a Flamesearer......

HAMANTIS, Dark Lord of the Underworld, and a Flamesearer.....

TERRANTIS, Dark Lord of the Earths, and a Flamesearer....

AND YRALKISS, High Druid to the Flamesearers....

And, in men, we have Flotilla Commander Charles Gudanov, the most brilliant commander in the Yaforite Army. It is not us who need to be afraid, it is you.

OOC:I'm not fighting with the Four Flamesearers(The would be the godmod of the century) but to even things out, I am Fighting with Yralkiss. If you are OK with it, of course, I assume you are.

OOC: Course its fine; though I will be using all my Primarchs, who aren't Daemons; just superhuman :P

IC:

The Emperor chuckled. "So, they wish their doom upon them; to coem faster faster, ever faster. Then I shall bring them their doom. I shall end them; and let them watch as all they love burns....And the Gods will bless me as crush our enemies...And all the Universe will know the true power of Chronosia; for who are truer servants of Chaos than we? Lords of the Warp!"

Yralkiss arrived into the room. The generals all stood and bowed. He nodded, then motione for them to sit down.

"So what's the situation?"

The told him.

OOC:Yralkiss is sorta like that....except he's over 200.... ;)

OOC:hmmm, don't kinow what to do now, lol :P

OOC:Have one of your guys spot Yralkiss as he went in...he'd wake up your guys to the danger their facing...;)....Justa stupid idea, don't kill me...:)

The Chronosian sensors and scouts had detected something, a being of power; a great power that could aid the fools of Yafor. Yet now; the Imperium was rallying, readying; they had no concerns or time for anything else...There were plans to be readied; a war to be won...For this was but the beginning; one of many to come....One of many...

OOC:BTW, do you hate me that much OOC?

BIC:

Yralkiss stood in the night, the wind rustling his black furled cloak. He glared into the gathering darkness, where he knew the Chronosians were. He smirkd.

"Remember the light, Marcus, for it will be the last thing you will see......" he said as the turned and went in. His voice floating along....to the throne of the emperor, to await his furied reaction.