NationStates Jolt Archive

Brother-Captian Ricaud sighed, sitting down in his Aegis armor, still gleaming with the insigina of the Grey Knights, Ordo Malleus, and their old adopted nation, Azaha.

He sat and thought hard, running an armored hand over his bald dirty head, then looking back up at the rest of the bridge.

"Do we have anywhere else to go, captain, that you know of?"

The captian looked at Ricaud with unease, and shifted, not knowing what to answer.

"I do not know, Brother-Captian... I only know so much of the outside universe, this cruiser was meant to be a planetary defence ship, so I never learned much."

Ricaud sighed, and mumbled, "Pitiful."

He looked up, and an idea struck him like a warhammer.

"I know where we may find refuge. We did alittle research to who might have corrupted Admiral Asagai and the Azaha Guardian. Then we looked up enemies."

He bore a face of triumph.

"Captian, take us to the border of CoreWorlds."

"Aye aye, sir."

Once again, space and time rended apart to reveal the purist form of Chaos, the warp. The ship snapped into the abyss.

After several moments, the ship snapped back out, on the border of the Coreworlds.

"Captian, open a short range radio wave, make sure it doesn't go too far as to alert anyone else."

The captian noded, then motioned for a Servitor to do so.

"Communications over, Brother-Captian Ricaud." the hallow voice of the servitor said.

"This is Brother-Captian Ricaud, of the Grey Knights, Ordo Malleus, and the late Empire of Azaha. We seel refuge fromt he Chaos taint of Chronosia, they have destroyed our land, all of it, and massacred our brethren, we have no where else to go."

Ricaud stood, and awaited a responce.

A passing Star Destroyer, the Demonhunter has picked up the message.

"Captain, we've recieved a radio communication from a ship reporting itself to be a refuge from Chronosia." The comms officer reported.

Captain Andre Rickan looked over the call. "Grey Knights, eh? Sounds like their version of the Jedi...Send a response and notify the Council that we have a guest."

"Aye, sir." The comms officer got set to work typing and sending the replies.

To the Grey Knights:
We have recieved your communications and shall rendzevous with you immediately. Please come to *random coordinate* and meet up with us. Thank you.

Said coordinates was a nebula bearing a greenish-blue glow. The message was sent back to the ship.

To the High Council:
We have recieved message proported to be from a Grey Knights ship from Azaha, seeking refuge from Chronosia. We ask that you send a representative to process them into our nation.

After the second message was sent, the Star Destroyer made a short hyperjump to the nebula to await the enemy of Coreworlds' enemies.

"Short message.. must be eager." Ricaud mumbled to himself.

He nodded at the helm servitors, who braced the ship to enter the warp.

The ship slipped in for not even a second before emerging out the other side, facing the comparable size of the Star Destroyer.

"Worthy..." he mumbled again to himself.

He stepped forward and spoke more, a booming confident voice.

"Again, I am Brother-Captian Ricaud, of the Grey Knights. We seek refuge, as we do not know what to do or where to go... as of yet. We have a large cruiser, as you can see, full of Grey Knights and Inquisitorial Storm troopers. We ask a place to rest and prep, in return, we will do what we can for you."

The reply:

"I am Captain Andre Rickan of the Demonhunter. It is an honor to meet with you. We have sent for an emissary to meet with you shortly from our High Council to help you through our nation."

Shortly after the message, a small shuttle has reverted to realspace. "This is Alexander Masaki of the High Council. I would like to dock with you to properly conduct negotiations, if you please."

The captian stepped forward and took over the com.

"Very well, board at the 4th umbilicle. Sending coordinates." And a servitor did so.

Ricaud scowled at the captian, who took a fearful step back.

A team of stormtroopers took positions and stood at attention at the airlock. The wide hallway marked with ancient scriptures of the old imperium, and the latter, Azaha.

Ricaud stepped into the hall, his team of Terminator Knights fully suited up including helmet in a V formation behind him, baring their Nemesis Force weapons.

They waited at the door, for the Emissary to step through.

The Jedi Master's ship set down at the docking bay and lowered it's ramp and opened the door. From the interior of the ship came an old man clad in cape and armorweave clothes, clutching a cane and tapping it with every second step. His hair was as white as Hoth snow and his face was the epitome of age and wear, as if chiseled from stone. But despite his advanced 90 years of age, there's no mistaking the power he wielded, or the curved lightsaber on his belt. Jedi Master Alexander Masaki, Patriarch of the Masaki Clan, Member of the High Council has graced the Grey Knights with his presence.

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"I am pleased to meet with you face-to-face, Captain." The old man bowed to the Brother-Captain.

"And I you." Ricaud said gruffly. He thrusted out a large amored hand for a hand shake. "I am Brother-Captian Ricaud, as you have heard, and these behind me are my knights, and these soldiers my troopers."

He motioned behind him down the hallway.

"Come to my study, if you will."

He started to walk down, his Knights behind him, the troopers waiting for the Emissary to pass before following suit.

"Very well. Would you prefer Brother-Captain or just Captain?" The Jedi Master inquired as he was led to the study.

Ricaud sighed. Ignorance He thought, then remembered the Grey Knights were not what they once were so long ago, and were now unknown, so he had to make due with what was known.

"Just call me... Ricaud, Emissary."

He lead them into a large robust room, with idols, pictures, and emgravings.

He sat down in a large steel chair, and motioned the Emissary to one across from him. The chair was grossly oversized for the Emissary.

The knights and troopers waited outside.

"We ask for refuge, our home world decimated, we have no where else to go."

"Very well. Call me Alex." Alex smiled before sitting down to business. "We can offer you land on our planet of Jurai. I also believe that we have a couple of other systems under our protection that you can use as well. Either way you choose, we offer you refuge for however long you require it. We will not turn you away."

Ricaud looked over at the Emissary, and nodded.

"We thank you. Me and my knights would prefer some where secluded, while my troopers would probably like to interact witht he local population, to relieve the stress. If you would be so kind as to send us the rules and regulations of your empire, I will have each of my men read it."

"We shall send our Constitution to have you look it over." Alex promised. "Oh yes. There is a secluded island of Jurai that has not yet been inhabited. Perhaps you would like to use it?"

"Very good. You will not regret it. We thank you greatly for your assitance."

"Very good. You will not regret it. We thank you greatly for your assitance."
"As my grandsons would say, 'No problem'." Alex smiled. "You may follow the Star Destroyer to Jurai now."

And the Jedi Master sent orders to the Destroyer via comlink to head to the system.