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(Continued from Devil's Ops. Academy: "Dark Jedi," Special Forces, & Assassins Wanted!)

Trilkan and Nihilus walked into Trilkan's chambers, Trilkan's Royal Gards bowed as both of them entered. Deshoonde, Sion, Aelikes, and Dominkive
waited out side in the hall way. "You fought well, Lord Sion. I admire your fighting tactics. They were well layed out."

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On the inside of the Throne Room, Trilkan and Nihilus sat down in two command chairs. "Now, to buisness Lord Nihilus," Trilkan hissed, "What should we cover first in our alliance?"

The placant chamber was large, the majestical borderlines imploring a sense of art to their structural designs. It was nothing like the moving throne, the broken chaotic eminence of the Ravager.

"First, the most solutive in question is the eradication of our enemies. We must create an effective military joint." He hissed loudly, his screech of a voice echoing throughout the massive chambers.

"If we can apply a strong frontal line consisting of both our forces, then we can enslave and conquer opposing enemies. Most importantly, our prebuscent enemies, the light side wielders of the Force." Nihilus rasped through his deathly mask, his lightsaber dangling from his hilt.

Meanwhile, outside the Chamber, at the alignment...

"Your techniques are impressive, Deshoonde. Even for one such as I, the Sith Lord of Pain, you prove to be a devastating match. You truly are worthy of your coveted title." Sion gasped.

Meanwhile, outside the Chamber, at the alignment...

"Your techniques are impressive, Deshoonde. Even for one such as I, the Sith Lord of Pain, you prove to be a devastating match. You truly are worthy of your coveted title." Sion gasped.

"I apreciate your gester. I hope we get to fight with eachother on the same side soon."

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The placant chamber was large, the majestical borderlines imploring a sense of art to their structural designs. It was nothing like the moving throne, the broken chaotic eminence of the Ravager.

"First, the most solutive in question is the eradication of our enemies. We must create an effective military joint." He hissed loudly, his screech of a voice echoing throughout the massive chambers.

"If we can apply a strong frontal line consisting of both our forces, then we can enslave and conquer opposing enemies. Most importantly, our prebuscent enemies, the light side wielders of the Force." Nihilus rasped through his deathly mask, his lightsaber dangling from his hilt.

"Agreed Lord Nihilus, I agree. You have my permission to use my cloning facilities within huntarian space. My cloning facilities on Kaminos, however, you would have to speak to Thrawn (Unified Sith) about as it is he offered his assistance first. You may also begin to create your own fleet with my forge worlds, and ship yards. What else should we focus on?"

"The connection of the Force is a delicate thing. We must enforce our borders, or create them. Obiviously, your capital stretches from the bowels of the Huntaer capital. Mine spreads from my own, the Catastrophe." Nihilus whispered in his creeping voice. "We have to make sure that our forces are not attacking each other, and that in case of a rebellion, we will support the intact governments, not the rebels."

"Agreed. We don't want our empires to become weak if our rebel counterself take over. Our forces... What color is your army? Mine is a mixture of Red and Black. It will help if we knew eachother's army colors if we ever encountered a rebellion.

OOC: Tag, mind if I get involved?

OOC: I don't. Jenrak?

"My army has no defined color that stands us out, but if you wish to know the staturous colours of our legions, then it is a bloody red, to show the unrelinguishable hunger of strength we are always strifing for." Nihilus whispered again.

OOC: I don't mind.

A ship tore from the warp above the Huntaerian world, and began to broadcast its signal. "Huntaerians; we are the Chronosian IMperium; we come on a matter regarding the Confederacy of Independant Systems, and your current status as regards the...'republic'"

"A powerful essence has ripped through the very beings of the voids of space, it seems, emperor trilkan." Darth Nihilus spoke to the emperor. "It might be prudent to meet these, and see their allegiance, despite their resume of power. Shall we discuss our matters later? Or shall we finish up now?"

"I think that we will finnish up soon(later). Chronosia is an ally to the true G.E. and this is a huge diplomatic issue. The Republic has colapsed under the influence of the light side, and we need to rebel to restore order. Or, you may come with me to meet the Chrodosia Imperium. You may decide yourself."


Trilkan switched on his personal communicator on his command chair.
"This is Emperor Trilkan, my regards to the Republic are most likely as your own. We don't wish to see the republic fall to the hands of our enemies. You may send in an ambassidor, or whom ever it is that is currently with you to my presence."


OOC: When refering to our scientific name, it's Huntarian, without the "E."
The only reason being is that some other retard stole "Huntarian Empire" before I came on.

The ship descended, landing upon the harsh surface as the Diplomat steps forth; ornately clothed in gold and other fine metals; but his armor every bit as durable as one of his Brother Space Marines.
he was led before this Emperor and bowed in reverence.
"My master, the Daemon Emperor of Chronosia; offers you a place in the Confederacy of Independant Systems; where we may continue to fight against the fools who rule the former domain of the Empire. He says you will join him, willingly, or he may be forced to....how do you say, lump you in with the rest"

Trilkan sat in his chair, as the diplomat from chronosia stated his... well... statment. Trilkan's Space Marines and Storm Troopers staired as the Daemon Emperor's Space Marines walked in the room. There was no difference in their suit look, just the color.

"There is no need for threats from your emperor. My offer that I've stated previously still stands (OOC: Check your "Help" thread if you don't remember). We will remain loyal to the true rulers of the Galactic Empire, not to the light side puppets. We need to be strong in these dark times,"
The Emperor hissed.

OOC: BUMP. Awaiting replies from Chronosia and Jenrak.

"Then all that he asks is that you sign this treaty and finalise your membership of the Confederacy; we shall soon begin the grand arc of the Long War, and together; we sdhall destroy the Republic, and the Jedi who rule it. All Jedi shall be wiped from the face of creation; and we shall grow greater even than the Empire was"

"It's good to know that your emperor is wise," Trilkan hissed,
"I will be more than pleased to sign the treaty, but I need to know where and when we will be signing the treaty."

Nihilus followed Trilkan, and observed all of their movements, their speeches, and the force that flowed throughly between them.

OOC: I'll just watch you guys talk for a bit.

"And who is this being? He would benefit from joining us; it would be a wise move...Once the Republic is shattered; we shall found a black Empire greater even than the days of Palpatine or Revan; greater evan than Kun!" He hissed; moving with them. "Everything moves as expected..."

"Yes, I concur that Lord Nihilus would be a great ally in this cause. Nihilus, what say you?" Darth Trilkan turned to Nihilus.

"All life is connected. We must unite, as one." He replied willingly, his voice still cold and dark.

"Agreed Nihilus, agreed. We must wipe out the flickering flame of light and have all galaxies consumed in darkness and a new day will arise which no other Dark Side nation would've dreamed of. Truly these are blessed times for us."

OOC: I'm just connecting with your other thread...

IC:

"There is a disturbance within the Force. A Hunger that imitates mine, but is still unable to match my powers. We must rid this blasphemy from the Dark Side, and by doing so, only then, once we have rid the Dark Side of impurities such as this, can we become a singular Force of the universe." Nihilus dramatically hissed.

OOC: Gotcha.

"It may seem that way to you, but I've fought these beasts durring my exile from the Galactic Republic of Huntaer and my training for my title of Dark Lord of the Kirtir Empire. Though these fight differently than the ones of fairy tales that modern parents tell to their kids. These fight differently than our previous encounter. I assume that the Chronosian Lord has felt it as well," Trilkan growled.

Bump for chronosia.

bump for jenrak.

OOC: My RP right now isn't that good, since I'm busy with other things on my mind.

IC:

"This animal, you claim, Emperor Trilkan." Nihilus wondered to both actually. "What is it's origins, might I presume?"