Valshare
29-05-2005, 01:37
Had you entered the System of Valcava Thirty Years ago you would have been amazed at the place. Everywhere you look there are the forms of ships, signs of life. The Entire system busseled. Had you returned this day, you would be suprised to find that gone, in its place the thousands of Dead Hulls, the floating debries. The outermost planet looked like it was a blackened crisp, once the proud planet now dead, never again to house life. The Stations that once formed quarinteen where gone, so now even the worst of smugglers could get past and further into the system. But further in was where the real damage had been. The Mecanicus Jedius was in ruins, the Jedi Temple been torn asunder while the many factories turned to slag. In orbit the Two hundred Jedi Craft and Five times that number in Chaos forces laied in waste. But this was light compared to the ships that orbited Valana, the main Planet. The Surface was lit by the fires of war, entire sections where torn apart, the Imperial Palace had thousand of breaches in its walls. And in space, their where more then Two thousand ships damaged beyond return, and still, ships exchanged fire. Blue flashed against red, as the two sides exchanged their deadly salvos. It was technically over, and now the dark forces where retreating, the only reason the fighting still continued was so they would not try and regroup. This fighting wasn't even noticed by the celabrating citizens, who lined the streets. Soon their would be time for honouring the Millions dead, but now they would rejoice in happniess. The War was finally over.
Deltitus stood, looking at the dead form of the Empress, with the Dark Ladys sword through her leg. But that was not a killing blow, that had been delivered by the Jedi who was now held captive by the Council. He sighed, looking at the three dead forms. Valina, his mother, Isis, his sister and Jenifier, his mothers wife. He began to cry, softly, for not many knew yet of the Empresses own death. Sighing he left the room. His Brother, Kalmasita would become Emperor, and the Empire would begin the task of rebuilding. This would be a sad day indeed.
Crystal Reeves sat in the jail cell in meditation. The Marks from the Tourture devices where still visable. But she had not been affected. To the irritation of the Officers in charge of finding out who orginized her to kill the Empress she had continued to tell the same story, she had not killed the empress, Isis had, that she had taken the lightsaber from Isis grasp and Sliced off the persons head. They left her with the Ten Space Marines and Librarian, confident that that would be sufficiant to hold her. Pitty they where wrong she thought. She made a prayer to those that had died, before she jumped, pulling the Lightsaber at the Librarians Waist. The Marines drew their bolters and fired, but the second she hit the ground she managed to jump again, killing two of the Marines in one swipe. She melted a bolt bullet before doing something no one, not even Isis, had been able to do before. She chose a point in space and riped open a warp gate, jumping through and closing it behind her.
Kalmasita jumped when the Young Jedi jumped from the Portal into his room. He looked at her, not the Image of evil he had expected from the Reports of his men. When however, she ignited her Lightsaber, he saw what his mother must have seen before her death.
"Why?" He asked simply.
"Because this nation should be ruled by more then the likes of you." She said,
"What? The likes of you should rule?"
She began to laugh, before shaking her head. "No, not me, far from it, one person can not rule the mulitudes of our Empire. And while I understand you are powerful warriors, you are not fit to be ruled by anyone less then you, that is What drove Isis to fight the civil war. I will not let it happen again." She said that, right before doing a spin that sliced the head of the Primarch from his shoulders. Until once more, she walked through her warp gate.
The Word spread Fast, the Jedi, Crystal Reeves, had been the one to kill the Remaining Primarches. Others said it was a Jedi Plot, but the worst problem was with them dead, who would take control of the Imperium? Surly one of the New Generals would try and use their own power to take command? That would mean more fighting. Now Moral began to lower, until the Idea came. Where it came from no one knew, but it would work. The idea was difficult, but it was not something found before. Each planet, no matter how large or small, would have a reprisentative within the main Body. The body would also have resprisentatives of the Major Componies and the Millitary.
Democrocy was born within the Imperium
Deltitus stood, looking at the dead form of the Empress, with the Dark Ladys sword through her leg. But that was not a killing blow, that had been delivered by the Jedi who was now held captive by the Council. He sighed, looking at the three dead forms. Valina, his mother, Isis, his sister and Jenifier, his mothers wife. He began to cry, softly, for not many knew yet of the Empresses own death. Sighing he left the room. His Brother, Kalmasita would become Emperor, and the Empire would begin the task of rebuilding. This would be a sad day indeed.
Crystal Reeves sat in the jail cell in meditation. The Marks from the Tourture devices where still visable. But she had not been affected. To the irritation of the Officers in charge of finding out who orginized her to kill the Empress she had continued to tell the same story, she had not killed the empress, Isis had, that she had taken the lightsaber from Isis grasp and Sliced off the persons head. They left her with the Ten Space Marines and Librarian, confident that that would be sufficiant to hold her. Pitty they where wrong she thought. She made a prayer to those that had died, before she jumped, pulling the Lightsaber at the Librarians Waist. The Marines drew their bolters and fired, but the second she hit the ground she managed to jump again, killing two of the Marines in one swipe. She melted a bolt bullet before doing something no one, not even Isis, had been able to do before. She chose a point in space and riped open a warp gate, jumping through and closing it behind her.
Kalmasita jumped when the Young Jedi jumped from the Portal into his room. He looked at her, not the Image of evil he had expected from the Reports of his men. When however, she ignited her Lightsaber, he saw what his mother must have seen before her death.
"Why?" He asked simply.
"Because this nation should be ruled by more then the likes of you." She said,
"What? The likes of you should rule?"
She began to laugh, before shaking her head. "No, not me, far from it, one person can not rule the mulitudes of our Empire. And while I understand you are powerful warriors, you are not fit to be ruled by anyone less then you, that is What drove Isis to fight the civil war. I will not let it happen again." She said that, right before doing a spin that sliced the head of the Primarch from his shoulders. Until once more, she walked through her warp gate.
The Word spread Fast, the Jedi, Crystal Reeves, had been the one to kill the Remaining Primarches. Others said it was a Jedi Plot, but the worst problem was with them dead, who would take control of the Imperium? Surly one of the New Generals would try and use their own power to take command? That would mean more fighting. Now Moral began to lower, until the Idea came. Where it came from no one knew, but it would work. The idea was difficult, but it was not something found before. Each planet, no matter how large or small, would have a reprisentative within the main Body. The body would also have resprisentatives of the Major Componies and the Millitary.
Democrocy was born within the Imperium