Huntaer
01-03-2005, 21:38
::We have a new threat. The Malkir ( OOC:Jedi Faction of Huntaer) have returned in the form of a faction known as "Huntarian Alliances".
Their intentions are to bring about weakness within the Galactic Empire of Huntaer and bring about the ruleing of the old Galactic Republic of Huntaer.::
The Emperor speaks through the force, he hardly uses his own voice anymore.
The Emperor stands up from his throne. His robes hand off of him, as though they were like loose skin with no support, his hood covering his face. ::My apprentice, Deshoonde, has already met the leader at an election within the WTO. He threatens our security, possibly even the Galactic Empire. They seek to unite all those who are weak, and start a revolt against all of the G.E. and bring about an era of peace and weakness. We cannot afford to have the peace loving people of the Malkir return. The strong, Kirtir, must prevail. Deshoonde, please report.::
Deshoonde stands up, his white mask hiding his face. ::People of the Galactic Empire, a new era of rulers stands to threaten our presents. Though as of now, they don't have any military so far as we know. Nor is their economy strong enough to support one if they could. We still belive they could be a threat to our well being as it is my old master survived his sentence of death. How he managed such a feat, is unimaginable.::
:: We seek any possible aid, or permission to increase our productin of our army and Navy from the G.E.:: Deshoonde sits next to his master and they await for any responces. Aelikes stands beside his cousin, breathing heavily through his life support system. As head of security, he peers around the room, looking for any suspicious activities, or possible intruders.
Their intentions are to bring about weakness within the Galactic Empire of Huntaer and bring about the ruleing of the old Galactic Republic of Huntaer.::
The Emperor speaks through the force, he hardly uses his own voice anymore.
The Emperor stands up from his throne. His robes hand off of him, as though they were like loose skin with no support, his hood covering his face. ::My apprentice, Deshoonde, has already met the leader at an election within the WTO. He threatens our security, possibly even the Galactic Empire. They seek to unite all those who are weak, and start a revolt against all of the G.E. and bring about an era of peace and weakness. We cannot afford to have the peace loving people of the Malkir return. The strong, Kirtir, must prevail. Deshoonde, please report.::
Deshoonde stands up, his white mask hiding his face. ::People of the Galactic Empire, a new era of rulers stands to threaten our presents. Though as of now, they don't have any military so far as we know. Nor is their economy strong enough to support one if they could. We still belive they could be a threat to our well being as it is my old master survived his sentence of death. How he managed such a feat, is unimaginable.::
:: We seek any possible aid, or permission to increase our productin of our army and Navy from the G.E.:: Deshoonde sits next to his master and they await for any responces. Aelikes stands beside his cousin, breathing heavily through his life support system. As head of security, he peers around the room, looking for any suspicious activities, or possible intruders.