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The Imperium has issued a formal statement to, and regarding, the hostile actions of the Republic towards it and the Galactic Empire.

"Henceforth, all citizens of member states are not permitted in Imperium controlled space, or upon Imperium controlled worlds. If any worlds are disputed between the two factions, the Impeirum shall seize them. If the Republic aggresses against the Imperium, then a scorched Earth policy shall be instituted. Each world in the Imperium's path shall be burned clean of life; each capital world bombed, till no living being remains.

Should the members of the Republic break these rules, then the Imperium shall institute embargoes, and then pre-emptive invasions against the foreign aggressors. These laws are hereby pased by the Emperor and the Primarchs, and entered into Imperial Edict."

Upon that far off and long ago world, where an Imperial Garrison lay; the world long ago split with Vilence, the sensor arrays began to go off. An Imperial warfleet, numbering 500 ships tore free from the warp, sending forth this signal to that remote base.

"We have come to redeem this world, prepare to receive us"

As the drop pods and dropships screeched through the atmosphere, roaring in flaming discharge, the Guardsmen below readied for war. This world was theirs, their Emperor had made it so.

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OOC: Whatever. Not like it effects me much. We don't go into your space in the first place. This just provides more incentive not to.

Oh, and Vilence isn't a citizen or member of the Republic. Nor is Deatharon.

And don't get your hopes up that you'll get some stupid-ass nation to join the Republic. We've emplaced a stricter citizenship rule, so we can keep idiots and useless people out.

OOC; i never mentioned Deatheron. I'm just laying down the ground rules.
I don't care who joins the Republic. I'm sure youm can recruit idiots on your own. I have no interest in who you recruit
Now; a nice IC reply would be appreciated. And the world that Vilence claimed, since his departure; was given to Taledonia. I know hes also no longer a member, but I and he worked out the planet sharing arrangement.

Lets just say that it serves to show that I no longer respect prior arrangements made with the Republic; and that Chronosia will no longer put up with any...hostility.

Lets try and be civil in our antipathy

ooc: Yes! A perfect oppertunaty! Oh, no! No, no, no! I won't be on enough to RP anything after saturday and lasting through the next 3 weeks! :headbang: Gerrr! Could we please postpone any major actions untill after that? Thanks.

Kazec, there isn't going to be anything major. Not with us anyway.

ooc: This is the opportunity I have been waiting for! There is huge potential in this course of action! Sadly, we must wait until we can finish what we started before we can start. So we can do some now, but we can't let it get major for 4 weeks. :(

OOC: What do you have in mind?

ooc: Revieling that would ruin the fun! Please, continue on this course of action (after the pause).

OOC: You said we could do a little now :)
I urge you; start,
post ICly

ooc: Well, here's a hint. ((Would be interesting to finally see a galactic war, dozens of threads showing fighting throughout the cosmos... I bet everyone is getting sick of all these peace threads...))

Ic: "I can't believe this! They are giving us a chance to do what no other nation has even dreamed of!"
"Yes, the opportunity is great, but we need support. Let their actions raise it for us. We must keep this at a simmer until we are ready to boil those-"
"Sir,"
Whirling around, "What is it?"
"Dinner's ready, sir."
"Ah yes."

"My Lord"
"What is it?" the hiss of Marcus De Drakan came from the shadows as he advanced upon the unfortunate servitor.

"The message is sent; the Republic knows of our intentions"

'Excellent, Excellent" A smile rose to his lips. "We proceed as planned then"

"Aye my Lord"

"They would not dare violate the soverignty of our domain now, and if they do, we can act decisively. Let these fools make the most of their time. If the Republic is wise, it will vote against war; but when it comes to war...Then my allies shall strike at the critical hour, and I shall take the serpents head"

Marcus cackled, then turned back to the shadowy recesses of his throne; his eyes blazing like nimbuses of warp flame.

"It is only a question, of how soon they seek to oppose us, and how long it takes for our other plans to bear fruit"

Kazecistan issued an official response to the blatantly hostile actions of Chronosia.
Kazecistan asks that you cease hostile actions against it and the Republic. We ask that you withdrawal all ships from our territory. We are willing to work out the territorial disputes diplomatically.

"Your attempts at subdueing us are pittiful. Your reputation preceeds you, but this is pitiful."

Kazecistan repeated its message, in hopes of avoiding war.

ooc: SN, I remind you of the posting laws. Please go to the senate area and read the latest issue as well.

"The Imperium has spoken. There is no territorial dispute. The world belongs to the Imperium; the previous owners have left your Republic. We have no ships in your territory; indeed, we avoid it. We will have no hostility from your Republic. The Emperor has declared you Heretic; subject to Exterminatus. No mercy shall be given should you violate our demands"

"The fact that we disagree makes it a dispute. Please, if you would leave the disputed territories and talk this over."

"The Imperium will not abandon what is already its. We have simply put a fleet in orbit of the world to ensure its protection against republican brutality. We shall talk, but the fleet shall remain, to safeguard Imperial interest"

"Republic brutality?!?! What they need is-"
"Sir, we have to respond."
"With what? Those-"
The comm. officer sent a message without telling him.
We are open to negotiation.

"Send your delegate to the disputed world. We shall meet at the border between Chronosian land and Former Republic Holdings. That is all that we shall agree to. Any talks shall take place there, no where else."

Kazecistan was not stupid enough to send a large ship. If they did, it might seem hostile, at which point they would have to send reinforcements to protect it, and Kazecistan did not have the Navy power to fight a war with them at that moment. Their only option was to send something small. Several hours later, one of Kazecistan's Bullet Transports arrived in the area. It was alone. We are here.

"Land at the place we instructed. We already have a presence there. We wait...We are ready. The negotiations will take place. Land at the place we instructed"

"A bit repetitive."
"Yes, very."
"Take us down."
"Yes sir."
The craft approached and landed at less than half speed, to avoid becoming threatening. 12 people stepped out.

A snarling gibbering thing lay before them, flesh seething from armor; the being inscribed with runes that seared into its very flesh. behind it, stood the Negotiator. Varikus stood and sighed softly.
His Terminator guards flanked him; watching, cautiously, eagerly, as the diplomats came forth.

"Welcome to my world. The Emperor has, at this time, given me stewardship of it in his name. Now; what seems to be your concern?"

"Our concern is that your Imperium is expanding into and taking territory that rightfully belongs to the Republic."

"This world belongs to the Imperium; as those who claimed it for your Republic have rescinded their membership. As such, the rest of this world has ceased to belong to the Republic. As such, I claim it in the name of the Daemon Emperor. An Inquisitor is enroute; when he arrives, you may take it up with him"

"We would like the history of ownership of this world as you see it."

"This world was identified by a Chronosian colonisation scout, just as it was colonised by a member of this...organisation. Vilence. We challenged them for sovereignty as they were weaker, and were accosted by the noble Taledonia. He gazed upon the countenance of the Daemon Emperor himself, and a deal was made. Chronosia and Vilence split the world. Now, as I understand it, they are both gone from your organisation, and so nothing stands between the Imperium and taking this world, as it should be"

"And so it shall be"

The voice echoed from behind the commander as the Inquisitor stepped forward.
"I come in the name of the Emperor, and I claim this world in his name. His servants are not prone to abandoning those worlds which they claim as his." A smile, perhaps, upon that dark countenance. Those eyes had watched worlds burn, races slaughtered, entire cultures burnt asunder.
"This is a place of the Dark Gods."

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"Vilience is no longer part of our organization and will never be welcomed back into it. Thus, your dispute over territory is with him for this world. Why you contacted us in the first place eludes me."

ooc: Taledonia is no longer on NS, but he has not done anything Icly to suggest this, so how can you claim him as gone when really his nation is just isolating itself?

OOC: I suggest him as actively gone from your Republic

IC:

"We have our reasons."

The Inquisitor's eyes were alive with willfull energy; burning like the intensity of a dark and tyrannous sun.

"We simply said we were reclaiming this world; in addition to opposing restrictions on your organisation to prevent your...Warmongering. So sad that it should come to this though. We have so much we could offer you"

The gauntleted hand of the Inquisitor crackled with psychic force.

"So very much...But you do not see...reason over this...madness"

"We will not be restricted by an outside force. We are certainly not warmongers. And we will do as we please within our own boarders, as all nations should be allowed to do."
"Please, what of the people on this world?"

"What of them? They are now under the protection of the Imperium, and as such, subject to our laws. In time, they will know our Gods; our ways." He sighed gently. "A shame that you should be such heretics..."

"If these people wish to leave before you impose your rule upon them, they may. Kazecistan is willing to take any and all refugees. These people must be given a choice as to what happens."

"According to whom?" The man's eyes were fixed upon the lead Kazecistani.
"You are a people devoid of faith; empty of that which makes us glorious. As such, we fail to see how you have a say in the fate of Imperial citizens. You and your Republic have no jurisdiction here." he let his mind drift forth, to touch these fools.
He wondered if they even knew of the power of a Psyker.

"What makes you think your secrets are hidden to a righteous member of the Inquisition?"

ooc: I prefer Kazeci, if you will.

Ic: "We see religion for what it is. We do not force our people into acceptance and never will. We respect your beliefs, but do not follow them or any other. I am sure that there are some on this world who wish to come with us, to flee oppression. If they want to stay, by all means they may, but if they request asylum, we are forced to let them come with us. They were our people and we will give them this choice as our last act as their leaders.

Oh, another thing, the power of a Psyker is not unknown to us, and we are indifferent to it's use. We find that privacy has no place in most levels of our society as our actions are not to be ashamed of, if ever we are ashamed, we took the wrong path and deserve it."

"You think me limited to mind games?" Again that crackling at his fingers; that psychic power. The ground around him seemed to shift; reality bending, as though looking at him through great heat. He gestured to the twisted being lieing before them.

"Do you know what this is?"

He brought his foot into its stomach, flipping it over. It had been human once; its eyes now removed; sigils, runes, chains and bandages covering its twisted form; oaths tied to it; written in blood; unspeakable oaths...

"It is a Daemonhost. Or at least; the host for it. It was once a citizen of this world" He gestured beyond the Chronosian lines.
"From there. We have had our cultists at work, collecting, corrupting..
A soft chuckle rose from the Inquisitors lips; the tihng before them twitched, moving, begging in mumbled speech for aid...
It had no tongue...

'All that remains is to replace the conciousness, with that of the Daemon; to bind its power to the body..."

Runes crackled about the ground, the Inquisitor seemed to be slipping into some form of trance; his archaic words echoing in their minds, though he spoke not with his mouth. He paused, eyes flying open, burning with Warp fire.

"Shall I give it life?"

"These are truly horrid acts, though little can be done for him now. We ask that you allow those former Republic citizens the choice of asylum."

"Ah, but some horrid acts are required for progress to be made. You see; we have existed for too long to allow any challenge to our power. The Master would never allow it. You have been humiliated already; do not make things worse for yourself."

The Inquisitor gestured; energy crackling; the barriers between worlds rending.
"Come forth, Magraknathos, come forth, servant of Khorne!"

The body jerked, screaming as best it could, writhing obscenely, tearing at its bonds. Its empty sockets blazed with furious flames; its body shifted, flesh straining. Horns protruded from its head.

It rose, towering above the delegates; its mouth moving, speaking with psychic thought to make up for its removed tongue...

Its thoughts echoed, dark and terrible...

Little things...Such little things...I am Magraknathos

They tried hard not to notice the thing before them, cringing and looking away. "I don’t see how removing a few refugees would threaten anyone in any way."

"You threaten our soverignty; you would mock us. Take Imperial citizens as your own, would you?" he stepped forward, brazen "I could kill you if I so wished it. Or I could make you into a Daemonhost; or an Arcoflagelant" A black, almost mocking grin crossed the Inquisitor's face.
"Or I could have this one tear you apart. But not now; not yet...We aren't done. How many would you want?"

"Daemons.... By all that is cursed and blighted!" Daemonhunter Jenrik, one of the very last of his kind in the Realm. He and his twelve were working night and day to train new recruits.

The cursed power wielded by the heretic Chronosians (Don't get offended Chronosia, I'm doing a first person thing, and this is a daemonhunter's head) was beyond belief! His hand tightened around the Blade of Purity and Silence, and a white glow emanated from it.

Until recent times, he was considered an strange, half-idiotic, crazy man. Now he was one of the most respected men in the Realm, after the Kazec report of Daemons had arrived.

His brow furrowed briefly, and the door of his ship was flung open. This abomination would not stand while he drew breath!

The ship sped off, into the void. He would, in one swift stroke, destroy the heretic Psyker, and save the beleugered peoples. The Light itself empowered him, and the feeble Psykers were no obstacle.

The ship, miraculous, began to land, strangely impossible to detect (Yeah, I know, it's godmodding, but a duel between Light and Dark is an RP I'd pay half my fleet for. If you want me to, I'll have a few hundred thousand citizens defect to Slaanesh.)

He mentally prepared himself, calm and rage spilling over one another, rage against the heretic abomination, calm, as he knew his power. He drew the blade, and, his face a mask of stone, stepped out, and began walking to where he knew, he felt the Psyker waiting.

(OOC: If you want me to delete this, say the word. I just saw an chance to annoy Kazec, and have a duel, all in the same post. I mean, who COULD resist?)

The Inquisitor chuckled softly, feeling this new power invade the world; sensing it as it drew nearer.
"Ah, you morsels will have to wait. A more appetising meal draws my attention."
Striding forth, the abomination at his side; he looked about him.
"Step forth, Morsel...You shall know the wrath that comes with defying an agent of the Daemon Emperor. I shall have Magraknathos destroy these little treats if you do not surrender. I have a fleet in orbit that couldshatter the former Republic holdings on this world into blood and ashes"

ooc: There are Laws (http://s10.invisionfree.com/Republic_Forum/index.php?showtopic=238) that specifically state that you cannot post things provoking hostilities from others or displaying them from your self without the senate's consent. I do not object to your entering this thread, quite the opposite, but it does interfere with the Republic's plans when you just show up ready to bash someone's skull in. If you could please resolve the issue of hostilities soon, the Republic would thank you. I'm afraid that if you do not back down, you will be sent to trial.

Ic: The lead Kazeci responded by repeating his foe, "'You threaten our sovereignty; you would mock us. Take Imperial citizens as your own, would you?' I should say the very same thing! It is you who have come here and enslaved our citizens."
Another jumped in to allow the first to calm before he said something stupid. "We would have all those who are willing, if they don't want to come, they may stay. Mind you, their minds would have to be free of influence to make this choice."

"I warn you against questioning us, Kazeci. After all, any dire event here could precipitate war throughout our respective dominions; are you quite ready to handle that responisbility? The countless people the Impeirum will kill or enslave. Countless are drained of their life daily to satisfy the insane psychic lusts of our Sorcerors, to better further our understanding of the warp. Others become experiments, playthings; would you see your family in cages; mated unwillingly with animals? Human Chimeras are in great demand these days..."

The Inquisitor's eyes blazed with experience, knowledge; authority. "I would advise against challenging our power. Leave this place; this world is no longer governed by those who settled it. It does not belong to your Republic."

"These people are not to be owned. We do not want our former citizens to be slaves to you. They may stay if they are willing, but if they want asylum-"
He was cut off. "You have said this before, if they understood, they would have responded, repeating your self will not beat it into them." Turning to the Chronosian, " did you not ask us how many we wanted? We have replied and now await your response. If you are to be so infantile that you ignore what you dislike, then we-"
Once again, the speaker was cut off. The first, having regained his composure speaks. "Yes they have. Please, tell us your position."

"I will suffer nothing short of the subjugation or damnation of this entire globe. Not you, nor your simpering cries of how you once held this globe will do. This is no longer of the Republic. If you wish refugees; you may recieve those who wish yto leave once we have conquered. Nothing less."

The Inquisitor turned, leaving the Daemonhost and line of troops facing the delegates as he walked silently away.

He has spoken; pray, do not have him repeat his words. What say you; men of Kazecistan?

"As long as they are of free will when deciding weather or not to flee tyranny or stay and suffer, then we accept."

It leant forward, its head tilting as it examined the lead delegate; as though prying into his mind with those blank and piercing eyes. It focussed, staring at him, stepping forward lightly, its bare chest shimmering with barely contained warp energy.

"What are you thinking, human?"

The men stood there silently in a chevron, their only weapons being the staffs that they had left on their unarmed transport. They could be killed in a heart beat with out putting up any resistance, yet they were confident. They knew that the Imperium would not kill them. The Imperium knew the repercussions of such actions, and had demonstrated an unwillingness for them in the past. The Kazecis were as safe there as they were any where in the cosmos.

ooc: AdminBots Boyfriend eh?

I understand Master It spoke as though some psychic thought had passed between it and the Inquisitor, as it stepped forward again.

My master would remind you that by agreeing, you have agreed that this is now Chronosian territory, and by agreeing it is Chronosian Territory, you have signed your own death warrants. Willingly. Come, shall we have some sport, just for show. I promise to be...gentle Its eyes blazed like the hearts of suns as it advanced, reaching out with clawed talon to grasp the lead diplomat.

And then it paused, laughing.

Or I can be merciful. Did it make your heart race, break, die? I know that you all experience increased heart rate The fiend cackled softly. My parting gift, as it were

The lesser Kazeci diplomats were indeed frightened. The more experienced ones had been ready for death from the moment they entered the system. None moved from their place save for the one who was picked up. "Yes, you may have this planet, but we will be back to collect those who wish to flee. We will ensure that they are not under the influence of any powers other than their own and that they have free will." They each turned one by one, from the back corners inward, towards the ship. They walked in silence.

A shame, i enjoyed toying with them

"As did I, my Magraknathos...But that will come in time"

They looked like worms; little worms

"Is that not how you se all humanity?" The Inquisitor was now mildly amused by the beings forward nature; it seemed more playful and more teasing than a servant of Khorne. One not as single minded. "What did you want to do to them?"

Tear them limb from limb; their blood would be sweet upon these lips...

"Excellent. You are indeed learning"

The transport lifted off and left at maximum speed, jumping as soon as it was far enough from the planet. "Horrid beings."
"Awful what they do."
"They have little choice, they have religion."
"Religion! We got past that control mechanism thousands of years ago!"
"Yes, we did. But we cannot be angry at their followers for their actions, as they are not responsible. It is their leader who has done the only wrong."
"If they rose up, they could be free from this oppression."
"But such things take time, much time. It is even harder with an evil religion such as theirs."

The transport lifted off and left at maximum speed, jumping as soon as it was far enough from the planet. "Horrid beings."
"Awful what they do."
"They have little choice, they have religion."
"Religion! We got past that control mechanism thousands of years ago!"
"Yes, we did. But we cannot be angry at their followers for their actions, as they are not responsible. It is their leader who has done the only wrong."
"If they rose up, they could be free from this oppression."
"But such things take time, much time. It is even harder with an evil religion such as theirs."

OOC: i wouldn't push that angle in your plan. Chronosian citizens are quite loyal, given that they are cultists and fanatics. Marcus has sworn the entire nation to the Dark Gods. Possesion, madness, mutation; all are common. They would willingly die for him...Of course;one or two occupied opoulaces might be convinced to rise up; only to be crushed.

ooc: No, it isn't in the plan. I just discussed the futility of it. We have other means.

OOC: So, now what?

The daemonhunter strode towards where he could feel the presence of his enemy. Completely blind, he saw, so to speak, with his power. He had his hand steadily upon his sword, and was prepared to strike at the slightest sound.

He had been forbidden to come to the realm of the Chronosians, many times over. He ignored those petty time-servers who only purpose was to order people around, attempting to look more important.

The government was corrupt, and idle. Useless as it was, it had not believed him, and needed 'proof' to begin daemonhunter training. It was too late for them now. There would be no escape from the storm that would be unleashed, and it was near-futile to struggle against the daemons who would soon feed upon his people.... No!

He must not think that way. The power of the Psyker must have subtly infiltrated his mind. He rewrought his steel resolve, and drew his sword. He 'saw' the daemon and the Psyker standing some few hundred paces away from him.

How he moved undetected, he did not know. He was not a great daemonhunter, merely a good one. Hopefully a match for this abomination.

He drew his sword with a steel rasp, and spoke loudly. "Heretic abomination! You shall fall by my blade. Prepare yourself for the eternal torments of your foul masters!" He spoke with a calm that belied his fear. He was facing an Inquisitor, something he knew he would be more than hard pressed to defeat. He may win, but even if he did, he would not leave alive.

OOC: Sure, this could provoke a war. It may be illegal for me to do something like this. The daemonhunter isn't part of my government. He's breaking the law. So, Kazec, if he kills the Psyker, and the Chronosian government ask us to arrest him, we will. If he dies, he was simply a mad old man.

Ah, good, a fight
The Daemonhost whirled, hissing through its tongueless mouth at the Daemonhunter, glaring with eyeless sight as it sent forth its mind to whisper to him.
At Azaha the Imperium tore the Grey Knights asunder, what makes you think that you can stop us?

It lashed out at him with a psychic blast as the Chaos Marines opened fire and the Inquisitor spun his Daemonblade; chuckling softly.

'Come forth, my blade hungers..."

"Hmmph. Ever the one to hide behind daemons. Very well, then you will lose those daemons. Prepare yourself."

The softly glowing blade's light flinched as the blast hit it, as opposed to the hunter. After a moment of silence, the blade's light grew into a power to rival the sun, and Jenrak swept foward, his blade about to slam into the body of the Daemonhost...

(Obviously, combat RPs take ages. We have to parry and dodge and parry and fight and hit... Etc. I'll TG you with a few endings, and we'll see which one we like, ok?)

ooc: Alright, this can be worken into the plan.

The light, after a moment, died, for the most part. Jenrak jumped at an incredible speed, towards the Inquisitor. He had nothing but pity for the daemonhost, and vowed to attempt to set it free as soon as possible.

"they call themselves the imperium, intresting, they try to claim the name of somthing that no longer existed, untill now." Tusanco ponders.

I agree it is rather pathetic considering they embody Chaos. No even as we speak people are realizing the Imperium's ressurection.

OOC: Dratheria, learn to mind your own business :)

IC:

Pah, and what would you be, a weaklings Imperium, with membership cards and perhaps a club house? You would stand on the shoulders of giants, claim to be all that they were once. We were once a part of your Imperium; we escaped its death, and we know what it was....We know it takes more than technology and genetics to remake it...It takes soul, heart, spirit. Something a race of bastard daemon half-breeds and their Imperium groupy ally, would not comprehend.

But where the Imperium spanned hardly half their galaxy this one will span many galaxies and we have the necessities to do so. Just wait.

You do have such a high opinion of yourself, don't you? I'd be surprised if you could mount an Imperium capable of spanning a quarter of the Old Imperium.

OOC: How are you going to span a galaxy?
You have 793 million people... There are more than 793 million planets in a galaxy. Whatcha gonna do, cut those people in half and leave their corpses on dead planets? If you are, can I help with the cutting in half?

Edit: CLUUUUUUBBBB HOUSSSEE! Are they really going to have one?!?! I mean, does it have vending machines? And little pink membership cards with pictures of fairies? Chronosia, you should join! I'll join too, and we can all be Happy Tree Friends (Kudos for anyone who gets that)