NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC:
(This is before the meeting with the Emperor of the Galactic Empire [Unified Sith])

IC:

Chronosia Prime - Imperial Palace - One day before start of the Galactic War

Drakomis Reign stood firmly in his black armour, mostly covered by a dark cape that went around shoulder holdings and covered everything below that. His dark helment glared lights from above, somewhat dim as they were, and a red orb cast itself in the front as the "eyes" of the suit. Within that armour stood a proud being, Ancient as he was, but still very lively in flesh and "soul".

His personal ship, the Anagonian Heavy Cruiser Vigilance, awaited patently in orbit for the Supreme Commander to return.

His breathing slow and unheard, Drakomis slowly gazed around, the red orb going right and left across the forward part of the helment, looking for whom he was supposed to meet. It had been long in waiting, and long in anticipation. It was always good to meet ones ally's, and Chronosia's leader was no different. For he, too, was perhaps as old, or older, as Drakomis himself.

Fingers closed about the handle of a blade; The Blade; dark and terrible. The rune etched blade shimmered in the half light as the Emperor reclined against his throne, a great edifice of bone and fine metal; intricately carved stone and gothic architecture. He sat there, a great and dark behemoth, his eyes a blazing cacophany of warp fire as he stared forth.

"Who enters the presence of the Daemon Emperor?" He rose; his full height 7'0"; his great black wings unfolding from his back, armor gleaming in the light, flesh, seething and bloated peeking through. His hands were claws; one holding the sword; Lifesbane; the other, mounted with a great Lightning Claw, which crackled with insane discharge as he advanced. "Who would enter the presence of a true servant of the Chaos Gods?"

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OOC:

I had forgotton all about this! Thanks for the bump. Sorry about everything, been quite busy with yard work...eesh....

IC:

The orb rotated from the helment to the side, Drakomis had been looking the wrong way. Slowly, he turned, the orb shrinking, almost as if he was focusing. A short huff came from inside the helment, then a hand lowered to something inside his dark cape, a cautious move.

A modified deep voice came from the being in the dark suit, "I am Drakomis Nokomis Reign, vigiliant leader of the Galactic Republic."

A short pause, then the voice continued, "I believe we are supposed to meet..."

"Fated perhaps; if not desired by the will of the Changer of Ways. Tell me, do you believe in destiny?" he chuckled as he rose. "Such trifling questions plague mortal men; they seek answers and meanings in the fall of a world; in the turning of the tide; the coming of a storm. They see not that all the Universe bows and bends to the will of Chaos" He stepped forward; the hungering, hissing runeblade, infested with Daemons, fed upon ripe souls, slid into its scabbard as he let his lightning claw drift down to his side, for this moment, his wrath abated.

"You come here then, to have words with me. Diplomacy, in itself, a tarnished art. You have come to ask of me, and I must decide whether or not to provide. Am I correct? Or do you toy with a Servant of the Gods?"

OOC:

Lol....I suck at remembering stuff....lmao.

IC:

His hand left his side, and he started to walk forward, slowly, cautiously. He knew this was not the perfect time to present his strength. He could end Chaos here, and now, with this man, he would think. But, better it is to talk, than to kill firsthand. Chaos in itself was only followed by those who knew it well, Drakomis chose not to follow Chaos because of what he had seen in his past. Only those strong enough to resist its curruption were willing enough to survive its temptations.

"Destiny is only a part of the path, and if it is made true, then let it be Destiny."

He listened to the words of the Daemon Emperor, and spoke his mind to the second part.

"Chaos is not the only force that the Universe dares bow to, you know this as fact. I wouldn't be here if that wasn't true."

Another step was taken, closer and closer, cautiously, almost as if they were preparing for a battle. Drakomis had no intention of battleing this Emperor, not now. He would rather enjoy to hear his replies, to know what he truly was. Perhaps this one knew what Drakomis was, but that in itself was unlikely.

"What I ask is what I must ask. You are the only one whom can decide, true, but I am the only one whom can share those words."

This was turning into a breain-teaser fest.

"But, diplomacy is indeed a tarnished art. What would you have me do then, to ask?"

"You are wise. Not a fool to come here with half-truths and assumptions; not one to bend so easily as to break under the will of the Gods. Good, very good...But that will change" A wry chuckle from dark lips; the pillars about the room crackling with runes and sigils, lighting the room as great braziers of writhing, warp-tainted flames burst into life.

"You come speaking in riddles; seeking to confound the mind of one who has plumbed the very depths of the warp. You would seek to entrap me with your words and actions, but only you can tell me what you ask. That is, after all, what you must ask. I would have you speak truths and whispers to me. I would have you tell me destinies fate. I would ask you, here; now....What is it you want? Do you wish us to be brothers; the words of Chaos speak truly. We shall not betray you to your fate, we shall serve at your side; as we have always done. This is the way of the Imperium. This is the word of the Emperor"

His royal guard, the Adeptus Custodes stood, silent, unyielding; watching. He raised a hand, energy dancing between his clawed fingers; adorned with jewellery; his entire being speaking of dark, tempting finery.

"Speak now; or be damned..."

OOC:

Perhaps that hand could have some power, unknowingly, going through it. Don't mind if I attempt to post on that, do ya?

IC:

Something glew around the dark suit, almost as if something inside had...turned. Power that could only be felt by those who knew the power of ascension would know what it was. Some force had turned Drakomis, forced him to expose himself. His suit would not hide his true being for long, and this was worring. Somehow, this Emperor had the power over both forces....perhaps he was a Servant of Gods.

As he spoke, the visor was having trouble hiding the white light underneath, even through it blue eyes of energy gazed at the Emperor. Drakomis's soul was being toyed with, and this was troubling.

"Who are you.....to control what is?"

A long growl, he was not doing a good job of maintaining himself.

"I am here.....I am here...."

Drakomis almost fell to his knee's, this was a very powerful energy. If it could call forth what was within him, there was no doubt that he could easily kill him.

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*A mighty hand falls down before the words, and touches*

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Marcus closed his hand, tightening it; balling his fist till it seemed blood oozed from between his fingers; seething, warp-tainted blood. "Do you feel that?" He whispered, almost to himself. "Do you feel my POWER!?" He bellowed, whirling upon Drakomis; before opening his hand entirely; releasing his power.

"You see now; the folly of misleading me; you see the power I possess. If I wished it, you would be lieing there; dieing, writhing in agonies that you could only dream of." He chuckled softly; sitting once more. "

"Who am I? I am Marcus De Drakan, Daemon Emperor of all the Imperium; he called Master and Slave to the Warp; he the Scion of Chaos, the thrice-damned Scrying King. I am God here; reality bends, my desire..."

"Yes," a voice in pain came from the helment, drakomis held the helment wwith both hands, on his knees, "I feel your power.."

By the Goddess of Novaria, this was impossible! He had defeated a Dark Emperor before him! This was impossible, how could he die again?! So many thoughts raced through his mind, thoughts that for centuries were under control. This being before him had indeed an extreme power, something that Drakomis had yet to understand.

The Emperor's hand released the power grip, and the light which attempted to consume the dark suit dissappeared. The blue eyes within the helment gazed for a few moments at the Emperor, before dissappearing themselves. The red orb came back, and gazed straight at what the blue eyes gazed upon.

"Your power is...overwhelming here." Drakomis' voice was shakey, almost as if he had entered the coldest environment possible. "I don't understand how you could have it...."

As the Emperor sat, Drakomis tried to stand. The red orb going off. Something stopped him, something wouldn't let him stand. A growl as the orb reappeared, but soon he became content. He wasn't here to fight, he would most likely die. He was here for something else.

He listened to the name of this Dark being, or whatever he was. A nod, then he spoke.

"No wonder you could affect me so, I am in your domain." A slight huff, but Drakomis knew it went beyond that. "I am here to become brethren, that is my task. I forsee a great expansion, and if we should fight over this, then we would die."

"Indeed" Marcus spoke softly, presuming to know it already; knowing it for certainty. Nothing seemed to escape his prescient gaze. And then laughter billowed forth again; enveloping him like rich fabric. "This world is molded by my desire. It is my home; a Daemon World, in the material plane....Like those great ones before it; it yields to it's master, and the power of the Warp."

He stepped down the vast stairs, watching "You come to be my ally? Very well; very interesting...Swear it." He drew his weapon, holding the blade out towards Drakomis; the seething metal, it's hilt marked with a great skull; inlaid with gold, silver, platinum; jewels and metal unknown; measureless to man; hissing and seething with primordial energy. The blade seemed to hiss and whisper; seductive voice drifting to him...

Swear....

Swear....swear....

The words clawed at his mind, wanting to force him into an uncertian future. Should he join this force of unknown? Of uncertianity? Of chaos....no. If he were to bow before this force, the council, his people, the good of the Universe would faulter. There would be no force to counter chaos for many decades if he were to faulter now. There would be no future.

Somehow Drakomis managed to stand, the invisible restraints breaking, hearable by anyone sensitive to them. The dark suit seemed to disolve as a light brighter than a sun flashed, consuming the suit itself. A being of light stood before the Emperor, blue eyes opening and looking towards him. A spectral voice seemed to emit as he spoke, deep, old, wise.

You ask me to make an oath to chaos?

The entities hands seemed to reach to his side...

"No; Swear to me..." The Emperor hissed; the lightning claw dancing with static discharge; Lifesbane howling in hunger "Do you hear it? All around? Like a torrent of water? That is power; the power behind power; the power behind hate, and lust and blind ambition! behind disease and death! there is always that power, MY POWER!" He boomed "The Warp can be tamed and controlled, its patrons served and appeased; their rewards have built for me my Empire. Now, I ask you to swear to me; as an ally, as a brother, not the Powers I serve."

He smirked slightly "In the end it beocmes up to you; in the end, you must make the decision; to serve with me, or to flail without me; alone in the darkness, forsaken and lost."

I will serve no power belonging to you, but I will.....be your brother.

The being of light extended his hand, and grabbed the sword of the Emperor. A tight clench, and what seemed like blood dripped on the floor. The blue eyes of the being never strayed from the Daemon Emperor. Before he would release his grip from the sword, a puddle of such unknown blood would be on the steps.

Slowly, his hand released, and the entity of light retreated back into the dark suit, the red orb appearing and gazing still at the Emperor.

"I have made a Blood Oath of the highest form, Marcus De Drakan. This Oath cannot be betrayed."

His words were true unto himself, and Drakomis hoped it was true to Marcus. He had no done such a thing before, and to do this now ment something drove him to it. If Ascended blood was shed, it was by choice. He chose to shed such blood in honor of a Brotherhood.

"As you wish. We are bound in brotherhood; united by blood and honor." he chuckled lightly, moving to sit once again; dismissively waving his hand, not looking back. "You can leave now; I believe our business is concluded for now. I do, however, look forward to the fruits of this sowing." He sat, gazing at Drakomis as he raised his hand slightly, closing it once again; that crackling energy dancing between his fingers.

"Leave me."

A slight twitch of his shoulder, signaling the powers that attempted to grab him once more. This time, however, he waved his hand. It was as if he understood what caused it, and at the time when he found out, he could easily shove off the...minor powers. This was, of course, minor.

"I am Glad we have come to a Brotherhood."

He bowed slightly, "I shall take my leave."

Quickly, he turned around, and started to leave. He wanted to ask one more question before he left, but that could perhaps cause an uproar in those powers which did restrain his soul. He did not like that feeling, it was impossible to describe at what he saw, what he felt. However, now, there would be balance. Although the Emperor probably did not guess this much, Drakomis made this oath to restore that balance, and to prepare for which was to come.