Talaax
09-07-2005, 02:18
OOC: This is basically a funeral and succession thread. All FT nations are welcome to send delegates to the funeral. Events surrounding the funeral and succession battles will be RP'd in the form of a character RP.
Emperor's Bed Chambers
The Emperor awoke from a peaceful sleep to severe pain in his chest. He glanced at the clock. 1:30. Damn it, no one is awake... Groaning, Tryleem struggled out of his blankets. It was several minutes of excruciating pain before he was standing, or rather leaning. He struggled toward the console a few feet from his bed that would call the servants.
If there is a God in this universe, please let me reach that console, he pleaded to himself, finding religion on his deathbed like so many others. Tryleem had never feared death, he'd ordered it many times, but somehow his own end terrified him. He continued to shuffle onward, moving incheds at a time and all the while struggling against the pain in his chest. Suddenly, and rather puzzlingly, his lungs ceased to function. He tried to gasp for air, but nothing happened. The pain in his chest suddenly became even more excruciating and he collapsed to the floor, writhing in pain.
It was there, in a pile of aged flesh and bone, that the most powerful man in this sector of space - in many sectors of space - died. The life drained out of him slowly, the pain in his chest haunting his last few moments.
Dawn, Emperor's Quarters
The Emperor was usually awoken just after dawn by his personal servant. The man pressed the button on the exterior console of the bed chambers and called for his master.
Your excellency, it is dawn. I come to prepare you for breakfast. He waited two minutes, the time it usually took his master to reach his own console inside the bed chamber. No response came. A few minutes more and still no response, the man tried again. Your excellency, are you awake?
The Emperor never allowed servants into his private bed chamber unless he was ill. Those foolish enough to enter without his permission usually found themselves dead. The servant knew all of this and so hesitated to enter the chamber. It took an hour of arguing the point to himself before he entered the bed chamber. Inside, he found his master dead. Deep down the man was glad, but also greatly saddened. He went at once to alert the rest of the royal family.
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Messaged transmitted on all frequencies to all interstellar powers
To All Sentient Beings of the Galaxy,
It is with great sadness that The Empire of Talaax must announce the death of the beloved Emperor Tryleem IV. He died two evenings ago at aged 188. This is a most solemn and depressing time for all of the Empire. A month of mourning has been announced.
All galactic powers are invited to send delegates to the funeral of the Emperor, which will take place at the end of the month of mourning. It will be located on City Station Talaax Prime B, in orbit above Talaax Prime. Security will be provided by the Imperial Army, but small personal guards are permitted. The services are expected to last three days.
- The Talaaxian Imperial Household
Emperor's Bed Chambers
The Emperor awoke from a peaceful sleep to severe pain in his chest. He glanced at the clock. 1:30. Damn it, no one is awake... Groaning, Tryleem struggled out of his blankets. It was several minutes of excruciating pain before he was standing, or rather leaning. He struggled toward the console a few feet from his bed that would call the servants.
If there is a God in this universe, please let me reach that console, he pleaded to himself, finding religion on his deathbed like so many others. Tryleem had never feared death, he'd ordered it many times, but somehow his own end terrified him. He continued to shuffle onward, moving incheds at a time and all the while struggling against the pain in his chest. Suddenly, and rather puzzlingly, his lungs ceased to function. He tried to gasp for air, but nothing happened. The pain in his chest suddenly became even more excruciating and he collapsed to the floor, writhing in pain.
It was there, in a pile of aged flesh and bone, that the most powerful man in this sector of space - in many sectors of space - died. The life drained out of him slowly, the pain in his chest haunting his last few moments.
Dawn, Emperor's Quarters
The Emperor was usually awoken just after dawn by his personal servant. The man pressed the button on the exterior console of the bed chambers and called for his master.
Your excellency, it is dawn. I come to prepare you for breakfast. He waited two minutes, the time it usually took his master to reach his own console inside the bed chamber. No response came. A few minutes more and still no response, the man tried again. Your excellency, are you awake?
The Emperor never allowed servants into his private bed chamber unless he was ill. Those foolish enough to enter without his permission usually found themselves dead. The servant knew all of this and so hesitated to enter the chamber. It took an hour of arguing the point to himself before he entered the bed chamber. Inside, he found his master dead. Deep down the man was glad, but also greatly saddened. He went at once to alert the rest of the royal family.
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Messaged transmitted on all frequencies to all interstellar powers
To All Sentient Beings of the Galaxy,
It is with great sadness that The Empire of Talaax must announce the death of the beloved Emperor Tryleem IV. He died two evenings ago at aged 188. This is a most solemn and depressing time for all of the Empire. A month of mourning has been announced.
All galactic powers are invited to send delegates to the funeral of the Emperor, which will take place at the end of the month of mourning. It will be located on City Station Talaax Prime B, in orbit above Talaax Prime. Security will be provided by the Imperial Army, but small personal guards are permitted. The services are expected to last three days.
- The Talaaxian Imperial Household