NationStates Jolt Archive

Before the Black Crusade

The wedding plans had been made and soon the Great Sevalle Kyou Ragu of the Kuruda School and President John Mercer were to be married. In a grand church on the Planet Ashlianna. Students from the school of Kuruda were invited to attend as well. It was a glorious day for all involved. Men and women of varying cultures and races came to this neutral world that rested between Chronosian and Dratherian Space in the Centurion Galaxy. It was a monumentous occasion and would signify the union of two of the strongest warriors in the galaxy. The church was of an ancient gothic design and large enough to comfortably fit thousands of people for it was the grand church of Ashlianna and on it's grounds fighting was forbidden but not unheard of and was only allowed under special circumstances. The place was set and ready for everyone to enjoy beverages and foods from all around and many landing pads with luxurious transports awaited the various guests that would arrive.

The Crusader folded space above the planet accompanied by two Battle Barges and multiple Strike Cruisers. All defenses were on standby and shields were lowered for the Emperor was always accompanied by escorts for his Marines wouldn't have it any other way. He disembarked in a Shadow Chaser and landed on a landing pad outside of the church where he walked to the Grand Church surrounded by his Honor Guard. His sword swayed at his side and his polished golden armor gleaned in the beautiful day's sunlight. He walked up to Mercer and offered him a long ornatley decorated gothic looking ebony case. He spoke then, "Congratulations Mercer I hope that our relations will continue to be good and well. In this case rests a sword I crafted for you myself." When he would open the case he would see a long broadsword with a dragonhead hilt and covered in ivory and gold settings.

A massive lumbering ship of lunatic proportions surrounded by un-manned drones and decked with the most efficient and deadly armament known to the Dominion of Gryphendor, slowly crawled into Dratheria’s solar system. On board was his Imperial Majesty Emperor Eric the I, The First born daughter, Elanor the IV and several of the Emperor’s finest and most loyal Black Sash guards, genetically modified and bred for combat, intelligence and physique.
Emperor Eric was dressed in the finest garments that a man of his station deserved. Although he was a middle-aged man of average height and looks it was his presence that made his appearance more commanding and regal. He wore a double-breasted jacket in a militaristic style that was a dark royal blue, the cuffs and his collar where a bright yellow. On the jackets shoulders were large epaulettes in silver and gold displaying his rank as leader of the Army and Head of State, a yellow sash cinched the jacket around his waist exaggerating his already buff chest. The Emperor had freshly shaved his hair to a tight crop of stubble but left a precisely trimmed goatee that traced his chin and jaw line.
His Daughter Elanor although bearing none of his physical features still retained his commanding and regal presence but for all different reasons. She was a young woman of 21 in full bloom and of extraordinary beauty. Her hair was a long river of gold that spilled all the way down her back, curling in ringlets of gold at its end, her skin an unblemished white, like milk and eyes a deep blue the colour of oceans. She wore a similar outfit to that of her father but her jacket was of wine and her leggings of white, her jacket held medals of rank earned through experience rather than privilege. At her waist she carried a formal yet dangerous Rapier of the highest quality.
As soon as the behemoth of a ship was in orbit the Delegation and its wedding gift departed via shuttle to the wedding. At the moment of Touch down the Black Sash guards filled out of the shuttle in full Regimental powered armoured attire equipped with high powered ballistic rifles and a assortment of field weapons, the male and female guards quickly made a human corridor from the shuttle to the churches steps eyeing the skies, rooftops, anything or anyone who might endanger their beloved Emperor. Eric exited the shuttle his daughter who was carrying a large bouquet of flowers, following a step behind them again was a hovering platform that carried dazzling set of Golden thrones adorned with the most rare gems of the universe the thrones resembled two climbing dragons intertwining each other and almost looked alive.
At the Great Sevalle Kyou Ragu of the Kuruda School and President John Mercer’s feet Emperor Eric the First and Elanor the Fourth bowed low and deep and presented their gifts. Eric’s voice was a deep musical bass and held genuine warmth for the new couple, “congratulations on your fine wedding day, we have travelled long and hard and would be honoured if you accepted our humble gifts.”
Elanor still in a bow held out the bouquet to Sevalle Kyou Ragu “The people of gryphendor also extend their good wishes, please accept these flowers as a symbol of peace between our two nations and the beginning of a new friendship within the strife and war of the Universe.” As one The Emperor and his First daughter rose from their bow and stepped back their faces smiling brightly.

OOC Mercer is Dratherian and Kyou is a human from Ashlianna.

IC
Mercer was standing next to Kyou who was in a black sequence floor-length dress. Mercer wore an all white suit with his white angel wings flowing from his back in a beautiful appearance. He accepted the sword from the Emperor and said, “Thank you thy All-Father it is good to see you again. It has been long of our meeting and I long to know how the young Primarchs are doing.” Mercer then turned to Emperor Eric as Kyou was saying, “Please stand up this is unnecessary we are all friends and equals here I will not have such formalities at my wedding I am just a humble warrior from Ashlianna and do not need such treatment.” Mercer laughed and patted Emperor Eric on the back and said, “Yes she is right have fun and thank you for your gifts they are very beautiful. I hope that this will help us open more relations to our to governments. However unfortunately I shall not be President for much longer for I miss the battlefield and will soon be a Force Commander in the military. Please fill up we have beverages and delicacies from all around the universe. It is likely you will find something you like.”

*An open hand smacks Mercer's shoulder, sending him off balance, but another hand keeps him from falling.*

"Oops, should have watched my grip. You pig, getting married before me...", Falx said jokingly with a broad grin on his face as he consumed more food than anyone thought possible.*

"This remind me", he said as he pulled out a enamled sword."Vescia, my brother's sword, the Lord General Militant. He died in a skirmish with Dark Eldar Privateers. It's yours now. It's not just ceremonial, in fact, it contains a disruptive-energy field, molecular blade, and a Adamantium-Teranias blade, light as a feather, strong as Adamant. Similar to the Celestial Sword."

Mercer turned to face Falx laughing and said, "Well I think it is about time considering I'm about 1000 years old and have already died once. And I thank you for this incredible weapon it is very beautiful and finely crafted. I like the wings by the way." He smiled and turned to Kyou continuing, "I'd like you to meet my bride to be the Great Sevalle Kyou Ragu of the Kuruda School."

The Emperor nodded and said, "I consider you a great friend John Mercer. And as for the young ones well look behind me." Behind him were the five young and playful Primarchs who were about 5 years of age but were already acting like warriors of the highest caliber for when eyes were on them they were at attention or sparring, of course that is what they usually did.