NationStates Jolt Archive

In the skies above Terra Prime; an immense ship tore from the warp into existance. Vast and black, lined with red and white, bearing a symbol as though of black wings around a blood red sword; it loomed over the world like some ancient monlith of unfathomable intent and power. A hatch opened; and a craft slid from the underbelly of the mighty Battle Barge; the Unending Sensation; and slipped towards the planet; it's gilded form speaking of truely regal intent and purpose.

A message came forth from that craft; a Thunderhawk shuttle craft; and it was the seductive whisper of the Warmaster.

People of the Union; I am Remiel De Drakan, Warmaster of the Chronosian Imperium. I come before you, to have parley with your leaders; and congratulate them on their participation. I come only in peace, and the honor bindings of Brotherhood

A shudder and a thud as it hit the ground; the vessels great ramp sliding forth; and Marines pouring down, lining the ramp; terminator armor gleaming; powerclaws crackling; Stormbolters readied. The thud of his boots echoed about them, the Warmaster striding forth; a twisted, barely human servitor carrying his helmet; worm-tongues sliding over soiled and broken lips; eyes twisting and twitching in their sockets. At his side; a Sorceror; armor blazing with runes, and raw power; a Psyker, it's hunched form, twisted; its eyes empty sockets, punctuated only by a metal band, running around its head. And at his side; a Captain; a great Obsidian, Crimson and gold armored being; who strode beside his Lord and Master; the Primarch of his Legion; the Warmaster Remiel.

"So, this is Terra Prime" Remiel hissed, chuckling softly under his breath. "I expected so much more from the twinned shade of Terra...But it shall suffice" Bestriding the ramp, moving down, feet touching the soil; his guards formed a rough protective Semi-circle about the Primarch and his psychic entourage.

At the DOD a few miles away form the landing zone.

Alarms blared people rushed forth every place though metallic white floors.

Mean while General Caravel, taped a holo pad and stepped on it appearing in the futuristic version of the white house . the blad, man who was rather cubby, with a beard and smooth pale skin appeared.

The young 17 year old president leaned over as he was sprucing up before walking out to meet the party that had landed, his black suit being dusted off and his black shinny shoes gleaming in the pale light, his brownish skin and dark brown hair in sync.

The General spoke” Mr president! I don’t approve of this they blew right through our defenses and landed in our capital and I don’t trust them to be all honest I must implore you to deploy troops!”

The president responded “General this is no time to deploy troops and I doubt they would screw them sleeves over by attacking us, with out us they would probably be overwhelmed, thank for the concern though”

The General sighed and said “sir at least have some OJFW with you ?”
Rob chuckled and responded” fine”

He walked out the holograph shutting off behind him his feet tapping on the nice blue carpet in the air controlled building.

As we walked out hits feet tapped on the white marble steps of the house over looking a booming ultra megalopolis, with sky scrapers of blue whit and Grey gleaming thousands of stories in the air, high ways and personal transporter pads, and MAG tubes going every witch way through the huge winding city, advertisements and billboards along with air ships filled the sky with light.

He walked in to his long hover limo, and opened the door the door making a whooshed clink sound as he opened it . He stepped in crouching before his head hit the roof, and sat back a small brush of air whooshing in just as he sat down, the door made a similar lower sound as it closed.

The vehicle sped off several moments later widening thorough the massive city it appeared on the landing spot sky scrapers busted through the clouds as thousand upon thousands of buildings surrounded the area.


He stepped out his glossy feet taping on the solid concrete like ground, followed by 2 cybrogs in suits. There twin Quantum particle guns held in there hand as there white grayish metallic bodies gleamed in the sun.

Rob yelled out in a loud confident voice “I have arrived” a time he adjusted his tie.

"How wonderful for you" Remiel rolled his eyes as he moved forward; bowing lightly. "I am Remiel De Drakan; Warmaster. I come in my fathers name to discuss matters with you; matters that have arisen recently" He smirked slightly; glancing to his right and left; crackling powerclaws hissing softly, dancing with electricity; the psyker lifting his head to gaze eyelessly at the skies.

"It dances with fire...It writhes with sin and filth!"

Remiel's hand slipped to caress the beings shaven head; emblazened with numbers.

"You will have to forgive certain members of my entourage; they forget themselves. I would have words with you; here in the heart of your Empire; though the arteries and veins; even the chambers of it seem lesser than the glory of a ripe Daemon World."

The Sorceror glanced about him; eyes alive with fire behind his death-mask helmet; taking in this world; this city, breath hissing through his ornamental face-covering.

"My Lord; this world is nothing but a reflection of Terra; they savor what they cannot touch. A frail imitation; but powerful in its own right. Aggrandisement and glory; yet such arrogance, such pride..."

Rob walked up to the strange figure and held out a hand “greetings form the united states of the federal union” he smiled confidently while his 2 gleaming silver guards stood by him, mean while evry one could see new sky scrapers being built every witch way. And floating pylons of glossing silver going through out the sky.

"Indeed. I welcome your greeting; and I come here only to speak in friendship; to provide, if you will." He chuckled softly. "The recent campaign has left some of us less than we were; some have been tried in fire and been found wanting. I wish no insult, but you have been found wanting"

He chuckled softly, stepping forward; gauntleted hand patting rob's shoulder "But you need not worry; you need not struggle and flail in the darkness. Not now; we could be as brothers; our two nations; allies and powers the likes of which not even the God's have seen. All it takes is your trust; your indulgence; and we will aid you."

"What say you, President?"

"Does he doubt? We think he doubts! Fire and ashes! Flies and corruption!" The Psyker hissed; a sharp yank of Remiel's hand, bring its head back, a hiss from its slack throat.

"He speaks truly lord; yet in riddles and hissed half-truths." The sorceror intoned; slowly; softly. "Leave him be."

"All in good time; pain is a marvellous teacher; and such a brilliant indulgence..."

Rob grinned dusting him self off slightly speaking in a confident tone of voice his skin being gleamed upon by the sun. “I am willing to put our past grievances behind… and begin a journey towards friendship, how ever some of my people still do not trust you, but no matter they will see in time.” He cleared his thought, he was seemingly harmless on the out side but he did have grate power after the brief subtle pause he spoke again. Saying “ why don’t we discuss this over a state dinner? At the White House

Remiel waved a hand, and with that silent instruction; the circle of guards moved back, the psyker and Sorceror moved into the shadows of the ship. He stepped forward; billowing cloak, gleaming armor, eyes glimmering with supernatural power; seething with the fires of the warp.

"That would please me greatly; it will give us ample opportunity to make our plans; to found and forge our alliance. We have much we can offer you; Sons of Terra. Much that we can give you; to usher you into a new age. One of conquest. Power, strength. Not your vague and pitiful morality"

Rob grinned and walked along “come with me, we’ll take the transporter” his shoes taped on the metallic concrete looking floor, the sun shinning on the black glossy shoes, he stepped on the transporter, his feet clanking on the metal floor.

The bluish glow of light form the emitters shined on him, rob spoke again as he stood in the padd “in all good time we will discuss all of this, how ever I must inquire what’s your sudden interest with the union?”

"You showed yourselves as worthy in the recent tumult; stymied somewhat by unforseeable interferences; but worthy none the less. That is why we come offering friendship and advancement; we can make you so much more than you are. Offer you power beyond reckoning. But all that will come in time; all in good time." A soft laughter "So; tell me more of your....race, your culture; such as it is"

Rob nodded “ ahh yes, well basically were a mix of cultures, furrys, metahumnoids, tarrens ,its really all a jumble, and can you believe theirs an actual religion based on anime here? At any rate “ *he tapes a few buttons on the nearbuy blue flashing console with in seconds a white flash of light engulfed the dignitaries, in an instant they appeared right in the majestic white house, the nice white coat of paint, the paintings of former presidents put up on the wall drapers of blue, the symbol of the oval officer just under there feet.