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Lord Inquisitor General Ezekial moved to sit at the great throne that dominated the centre of the bridge of his personal conveyance. Energy crackled about them, the seething form of the Warp enveloping them as they surged through it, sliding forth towards their destination. His figners drummed impatiently at the armrest; as he heard something, turning; eyes alight with peaked interest.

Lucretia moved into the room, watching the vast windows which seethed with the ethereal, unearthly light of the warp beyond. Her eyes were wide, entranced by the beauty; the hallucinogenic realm that lay beyond; the very soul of the Materium.

"So; where are we going this time?"

"Our Lord Remiel-" Ezekial paused, bowing his head in reverence "-Has instructed us to guard the borders of the Imperium against outside heresy. He is, at present, in parley with the Lords of the Federal Union; but Lord Archon, is currently deploying his forces to the Imperial fringe, intent on scouring it of heresy. Rogue members of the Old Imperium; Azahan scavengers; all manners of evil oppose us. My Own apprentice fights orks at the fringe himself" He chuckled softly. "Such is the way of the Universe"

"Then we shall find these heretics"

"And we shall cleanse them from the face of the Universe"

"indeed, brother. Indeed..."

OOC: And one can participate...how? By being a heretic?

OOC; Or by encountering the most righteous Inquisition. If you want to be a heretic, fine, I'm a sadist, and your obviously a masochistic glutton for punishment ;)

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OOC; Or by encountering the most righteous Inquisition. If you want to be a heretic, fine, I'm a sadist, and your obviously a masochistic glutton for punishment ;)

OOC: Or I know heretics that think your people are heretics. And evil heretics they are.

OOC: My nation's official religion is the Church of the Holy Dictator. Surely that would qualify as blasphemy?

OOC: Ohh yeah; venerating someone besides the Emperor and the Gods :P

Anyways! enough OOC, RP!

"So, the heretics move once more to annihilate their foes. Such pitiful fools" said Gara to the messenger "it appears their...Inquisition must be taught a lesson."
"We will have to check with Valsara" replied the messenger
"I already have done so. We have anticipated something like this for a while. They will find that not all 'heretics' are easily 'purged.'"

One Thousand ships lingered at the Chronosian borders; black ships bearing the symbol of a skull impaled with sword; the runes of the Four Powers circling it in idle worship. These were the vessels of Lord Archon Lash, Primarch of the Black Order and thereby Master of the Legion Militant for the Inquisition itself. He teleported into the Inquisitor's vessel; the Dire Tome and moved towards the high dais where Ezekial and Lucretia were sat.

"So, this is Lord Archon Lash" She whispered
"Indeed, he is a youngling by our standards; but interesting none the less. Converted Azahan. He almost forgets, now embracing his Primarchial glory, that I am Lord Inquisitor General, and Remiel himself-" He blessed himself "-Is Lord of the Inquisition"
"Does he now?"
"Always; remember our place, and remember we hold no tolerance for his arrogance."

"Ah, Ezekial. Once again our paths cross" Almost dripped condesention, Lash moved forward, bowing almost awkwardly (Not familiar with the prospect of courtesy and subservience).

"Indeed they do. And for the purpose our Emperor has set forth. We are to scour the fringe of heresy and enemy."

"Of course; no heretic shall be tolerated upon our blessed territory. Any Xenos shall be captured, interrogated and their secrets fathom; heretics shall be cleansed; as is the way."

"Of course; I trust the full might of your Legion and the Inquisition have come forth. Now, we only need wait."

"For?" Archon looked at Ezekial, eyebrow raised slightly.

"For it to begin; trust me, Lord Primarch, our prescience is schooled. The tarot has been read; bones and runes cast. It is coming."

Lucretia's hand slipped down to pet the head of the humanesque thing that moved, crouching, from the shadows. It hissed in pain; leaping up, suspended in the air,energy crackling about its flesh, its words many layered whispers.

"You'll have to excuse Visanthia" Lucretia tittered "She grows impatient..."

"First, obviously, one must get past the border"

The ship slipped out of the HT, its hulls black as its inertia propelled it through the void between it and the nearby horde of ships.

"Of course, we shall need a way to at least momentarily divert at least a small bit of their miniscule attention."

The 7 black ships glided through the dead space between systems, effortlessly approaching the large, floating rock nearby.

Relativity #27, on the border of Libertarian space:
''Sir, a gravitational anomaly on the screen.''
''I am not interested in the location on the screen, private. Where is it in real space?''
''That would be... uhm, Chronosian territory, sir. Looks like a really large fleet.''
''Do we have any information about the Chronosians, librarian?''
''Yes, sir. It seems as we had a frigate that helped them repell an invasion by... Orks. The captain's report says that the Orks wer eon an 'annual crusade' of some sort, the concentration of troops near their border would be consistant with such a tradition.''
''You think they might be headed towards us?''
''Impossible to say, though they seemed obsessed with 'cleansing', as they put it, the Orks during the conflict, and obsession, as we all know, leads to assimilation. It is possible that they have adopted the Orks' tradition of crusades, in fact their records mention some Black Crusades that could be just that.''
''Code Yellow then. Technicians, make sure the atomated weaponry are ready to fire, and that the HailSys is tuned in on the emergency frequence to Liberty One. From now on, we will use all available resources to monitor the Chronosian forces.''

The 7 ships landed on the massive rock disgorging a swarm of black robots, who lit up the area with their machinery.

"How much longer?" asked Valracrim.
"Not long sir, soon we will have our base for the purging of this empire of heretics" replied the sertopy

The one thousand vessels of the Inquisition moved forward, steadying at the Chronosian border; patrolling it with relentless care; unsurpassed attention. Sensors whirred, Augurs gazing out in al directions; as the lead ship trundled to a halt; Ezekial rising.

"I grow far too bored of this..." He hissed; drawing a look from Lucretia who tittered lightly. "No laughing matter my dear. I have purged Xenos and Heretics from all corners of the Imperium; I have harnessed the very powers of the warp; venerated by our great Primarch"

"And yet you are given this duty, to patrol; a guard dog" Archon's voice rose, chuckling softly to himself. "How the mighty eagles of the Inquisition are debased"

"As are you Lord Primarch, you are no more than a minder here" Archon twitched noticably, turning from them. Visantha had moved, hovering with crackling discharge above the deck, occasionally hissing in some daemonic tongue.

"My pet requires feeding..." Lucretia observed; watching the restless Daemonhost.

"It will find it soon enough; I trust trouble will not be too far away. Something is coming; something of such unsurpassed arrogance and presumption that I can taste it; and smell it..."

"Will it be fun?"

With barely a word, Ezekial turned; his sour expression morphing near instantly into a grin that seemed ill-placed on his proud, aged and regal visage.

"I guarantee it."

On the dead rock, a twisted, low structure began to take form, It was of a sinister look, only 1 story from the surface, but it was not just a mere rock as, visible every so often as a faint shimmer, was the containment field, which kept the minimal atmospher produced by the life-support machines on the rock. And there was also a single ship gliding away from the rock, heading for the closest system.

Border defense stations whirred to twisted life; crewed by requisite crews of Mechanicus and Imperial Guardsmen; the weapons, guided by the augurs, whirring and focussed; opposing the approaching ship; as the Inquisition waited; just slightly beyond the border. Ezekial smirked; his psychic senses run amok with sensation. Here they come

The Border station began to broadcast; messages hurled out into the void to meet this strange interloper in their domain.

Foreign vessel; you are violating the borders of the Imperium. Identify yourselves; state your intent, or you shall be declared Hereticus Diablous by will of the Emperor; cast into the Warp for your souls to be consumed by the True Gods. I repeat; should you fail to comply; you shall be declared Hereticus Diablolus and fired upon

Border defense stations whirred to twisted life; crewed by requisite crews of Mechanicus and Imperial Guardsmen; the weapons, guided by the augurs, whirring and focussed; opposing the approaching ship; as the Inquisition waited; just slightly beyond the border. Ezekial smirked; his psychic senses run amok with sensation. Here they come

The Border station began to broadcast; messages hurled out into the void to meet this strange interloper in their domain.

Foreign vessel; you are violating the borders of the Imperium. Identify yourselves; state your intent, or you shall be declared Hereticus Diablous by will of the Emperor; cast into the Warp for your souls to be consumed by the True Gods. I repeat; should you fail to comply; you shall be declared Hereticus Diablolus and fired upon

Suddenly the channel burst with a twisted voice:

"You call us heretics? You are the only true heretics, defiling chaos, the warp, and darkness. You are the only true heretics, who make a mockery of your masters, and feed your arrogance till you think you would be worthy to read the Master's name."

So self assured; yet it is you who wander into the Emperor's domain as though it were your own. It is you who thinks to stand against the true servants of the Four Powers; your own fetid arrogance taints you; you know nothing of the Gods, nor their desires. Now; identify yourselves, debased heretics; or face the inquisitions wrath!

The transmission ended; warning shots fired through the void towards the approaching ship.

You are in no position to fight us; nor to stand against the might of the Holy Inquisition!

So self assured; yet it is you who wander into the Emperor's domain as though it were your own. It is you who thinks to stand against the true servants of the Four Powers; your own fetid arrogance taints you; you know nothing of the Gods, nor their desires. Now; identify yourselves, debased heretics; or face the inquisitions wrath!

The transmission ended; warning shots fired through the void towards the approaching ship.

You are in no position to fight us; nor to stand against the might of the Holy Inquisition!

"We are the heretics? You know nothing of the true Master of darkness, it is It that we serve, the one who would burn your flesh and freeze your soul if one as pure as you were to ponder Its name. The One whose name only the most corrupted of its servants can even look upon. The One who does not delude its followers with dellusions that they are greater than sand."

Laughter now; the voice of Ezekial transmitted across the void; his foul laughter alive across the comms.

Then let him. Let him strike me down; the Gods of the Warp are all I require; I have seen their glories; in every war; in every perverse pleasure; in every world wracked with incurable disease; every mutation and twist of fates webs. Our followers are legion. And so Heretic he spat the word.

I hereby, in the name of the Emperor; by the power invested within me by Lord Remiel himself, declared you Hereticus Diabolus

The weapons trained; and locked. Welcome to oblivion; Sinners And the weapons opened fire; combined with long range barrages from the Imperial vessels.

"These heretics and their false Gods. It always ends the same..." Ezekial chuckled. "No reasoning with them..."

Laughter now; the voice of Ezekial transmitted across the void; his foul laughter alive across the comms.

Then let him. Let him strike me down; the Gods of the Warp are all I require; I have seen their glories; in every war; in every perverse pleasure; in every world wracked with incurable disease; every mutation and twist of fates webs. Our followers are legion. And so Heretic he spat the word.

I hereby, in the name of the Emperor; by the power invested within me by Lord Remiel himself, declared you Hereticus Diabolus

The weapons trained; and locked. Welcome to oblivion; Sinners And the weapons opened fire; combined with long range barrages from the Imperial vessels.

"These heretics and their false Gods. It always ends the same..." Ezekial chuckled. "No reasoning with them..."

The black ship wavered, no hint but the slight shimmer of the stars partially eclipsed by it, and it vanished, only to reappear close to the nearest ship, nearly touching it.

"You know naught of whom you speak. Our Master has ordered us to silence and secrecy ever since he was banished by all that was pure and good. All that denied its nature and refused to acknowledge that It was the True Nature of the Universe, the very embodiment of entropy. yet you compare It to the nothings of the warp. Tell us, what have your gods ever done?"

Burned worlds, tainted worlds; brought entire nations to war; stained the stars red with blood; brought Mankind's greatest Empire screaming to its knees; do I really have to make a list? A quick blast from the nearest ship, tore towards the enemy vessel.

You think yourselves wise; jumping around, too coward to face the true servants of the Gods; babbling about a being that does not exist; or if it does exist, it is merely a material being, tricking you like the C'tan; or a minor warp entity claiming power it has not; like the Eldar's bastard gods

Laughter again

I tell you this; that you may know it, and remember it. We are the Inquisition; the truest servants of the Powers. By our will, the Imperium is kept pure; by our actions; heresy such as yours is purged. You shall never be allowed to taint the Imperium with your noxious doctrine. You die, here and now. That, shall be but the latest action of the Gods.

OOC: Hmm... WH40K is getting quite popular. I do BFG. Might be interested to see how this goes...

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Burned worlds, tainted worlds; brought entire nations to war; stained the stars red with blood; brought Mankind's greatest Empire screaming to its knees; do I really have to make a list? A quick blast from the nearest ship, tore towards the enemy vessel.

You think yourselves wise; jumping around, too coward to face the true servants of the Gods; babbling about a being that does not exist; or if it does exist, it is merely a material being, tricking you like the C'tan; or a minor warp entity claiming power it has not; like the Eldar's bastard gods

Laughter again

I tell you this; that you may know it, and remember it. We are the Inquisition; the truest servants of the Powers. By our will, the Imperium is kept pure; by our actions; heresy such as yours is purged. You shall never be allowed to taint the Imperium with your noxious doctrine. You die, here and now. That, shall be but the latest action of the Gods.

"That is all? Our Master's own creations purged entire galaxies of life. Our Master itself annihilated entire systems, ripping their atoms from existence. It is not from the beginning, but It was born from the Universe, both a symptom of decay and its spreader. It is the God of entropy. But enough. I have already signed my own death telling you heretics so much" as the ship detonated in a catastrophic explosion.

Ezekial was silent for a moment, before laughing; his laughter pouring forth in waves, uncontrollable. "Ah, a fine race who serve their false god through suicide! They have no proof of its existance; nor do they attribute to it meager feats; but the vast swathes of a destroyer! How many galaxies or worlds that have fallen to Chaos cannot be counted; the gods do not set aside their scoreboards for us to idly browse! That is why they are beyond us"

He shook his head softly. "There is no threat here; most likely any more of them will sacrifice themselves just as readily; the warp shall flow with souls and they shall perish in the way; though our wrath may quickly kindle" He blessed himself in the sign of his office, and turned to his companions. "Our job seems far easier than we once thought it"

Ezekial was silent for a moment, before laughing; his laughter pouring forth in waves, uncontrollable. "Ah, a fine race who serve their false god through suicide! They have no proof of its existance; nor do they attribute to it meager feats; but the vast swathes of a destroyer! How many galaxies or worlds that have fallen to Chaos cannot be counted; the gods do not set aside their scoreboards for us to idly browse! That is why they are beyond us"

He shook his head softly. "There is no threat here; most likely any more of them will sacrifice themselves just as readily; the warp shall flow with souls and they shall perish in the way; though our wrath may quickly kindle" He blessed himself in the sign of his office, and turned to his companions. "Our job seems far easier than we once thought it"

"I believe you are currently gloating" announced the red ship that appeared within the fleet "A fool he was to reveal so much to those who ruin the name of Chaos. You soft-hearted heretics who grant mercy to those who do not even serve evil. It greatly annoys our Master that you commit such a mockery. Enough. Even know our Master's greatest tools awaken from a sleep older than humanity. And they are most enthusiastic to fulfill their purpose. Soon all who malign the name of evil shall be punished."

Ezekial yawned slightly, bored now by the near ceaseless prattle. Mercy you say? We have no such vulgar concepts; your lackey merely thought it wiser to detonate himself than face the Emperor's wrath. Perhaps even baseless heretics with baseless claims have some concept of his Glory. A fleeting grin crossed his face.

There are many things, a great many things, older than humanity; a foolish race like yourself cannot be trusted to use a decent measurement of time. Chaos is older than humanity; older than most who walk the worlds these nights. I suggest you remove yourself and your sermonising from our sight. We grow weary of your heretical banter; and advise you to find more profit in doing so while smashing your heads against walls; a more productive cure for your mania The ships moved; firing as they did; aiming for the capricious alien vessel in a way that, if it teleported again, the impacts would not harm nearby Chaos vessels. FTLi fields initiated, and the net closed.

Now; how about fighting like a man? Or at least a worm; give us something to report back. The Outer Fringe is menaced by debased cowards, does not make for mention in the Books of Glory

Ezekial yawned slightly, bored now by the near ceaseless prattle. Mercy you say? We have no such vulgar concepts; your lackey merely thought it wiser to detonate himself than face the Emperor's wrath. Perhaps even baseless heretics with baseless claims have some concept of his Glory. A fleeting grin crossed his face.

There are many things, a great many things, older than humanity; a foolish race like yourself cannot be trusted to use a decent measurement of time. Chaos is older than humanity; older than most who walk the worlds these nights. I suggest you remove yourself and your sermonising from our sight. We grow weary of your heretical banter; and advise you to find more profit in doing so while smashing your heads against walls; a more productive cure for your mania The ships moved; firing as they did; aiming for the capricious alien vessel in a way that, if it teleported again, the impacts would not harm nearby Chaos vessels. FTLi fields initiated, and the net closed.

Now; how about fighting like a man? Or at least a worm; give us something to report back. The Outer Fringe is menaced by debased cowards, does not make for mention in the Books of Glory

"Face your Emperor's wrath? Nay, it was merely because he defied the Master and told you heretics about It, an act which the Master shall make him suffer until time dies. And the creations are not merely older than humanity, nay, that is merely their sleep. Their own age is greater than the suns of your empire, beasts made while the first roots of Chaos started to become what it is today" as the ship began to fade.

With a flash, a space marine strike cruiser blinked into existance from the warp. The ship was adorned with the sigils and marks of the Old Azaha Grey Knights, and of the Ordo Malleus. The ship was flanked by two triangular looking carriers, they were from "New" Azaha, the remanats thatr defected so many years ago.

They were well out of any weapons ranges, and from any ship. The two carriers cloaked, and vanished, the strike cruiser simply sitting there.

"Have I interrupted something?" Said a booming voice. The denizens of Chaotic Chronosia would know the voice well. The voice was of Brother-Captian Ricaud, commander of the of the Grey Knights. "It is like two children arguing on who's toy is the best."

At least our toys aren't broken. Ricaud; Commander of the grey Knights; Arch-Heretic before the Throne; defiler of the Imperial Creed; prostitute to Xeno powers and aggreived fool; determined to make amends for the sins of the past; for not being there to 'save' Azaha as we burned it cinders Cruel mocking laughter; for it was Archon Lash that spoke; his serpents voice coiling forth from the vessel.

You would come before us and challenge the most righteous agents of the Inquisition; by Chaos are we given strength; the Dark Gods fuel our zealous mission! All shall be purged or converted; we ask only that you have the strength to follow... It was Ezekial who spoke now; as a plan suddenly dawned upon him.

Shall we see who is the better? Upon a world, not far from here; there is a Cult that venerates the Eternal Emperor. They hide beneath the venere of Chaos; and include many renegade Azahans. But what is truly interesting is the reports we get; of a warrior dressed in armor, of gold and white and red; as far as we can tell it is an untainted Marine of the Angelus Invictus; now known as the Nelo Angelus. My men shall soon be dispatched to purge the heretical cult, but if you wish to come against us...For I know you lack the brute force to; then come to this world. My team against yours, Ricaud; or have you lost the stomach for the hunt? Ezekial laughed; an Imperial warband against these heretics; how thrilling.

OOC: Up for it? My team against a team of your choosing. My team consists of Inquisitor Ezekial, Inquisitor Lucretia; the Daemonhost Visanthia, TechAdept Xalmos and perhaps one or two Marines or Stormtroopers for fire support. The encounter will play something like a game of Inquisitor ;)

''Sir, an unidentified vessel have entered Chronosian space.''
''Where did it come from, private?''
''No idea sir, it just appeared in the middle of the screen. Sir, the Chronosians have opened fire!''
''Fuck! Send a vessel to try and solve it peacefully and scramble the fighters. I want every station on full alert, every crewmember shall be issued a gun and the shields will be at 100% strength. Switch to emergency lightning and transfer the extra power into the weapons systems. We are now at Code Red!''

The EMU sleek design contrasted the bulky station as the seven metre long craft left the docking bay number four. Once at the designated jump zone the pilot engaged autopilot and left it to the computer to determine a favourable path through hyperspace. The EMU elongated into a thin grey line, and the vessel disappeared from the station's radar screens, only to appear several lightyears away.

''We are the United Socialist States of Relative Liberty. In the name of the Holy Emperor, you will cease all hostile activities and power down your weapon systems until we have resolved this situation peacefully. Once that is done you may proceed home, protected by the Empire. Do not attempt to attack us fopr we are protected by the Holy Emperor himself.''

The pilot reduced power to the main thrusters by 75%, and instead shifted more power to the front shields. The EMU had no weaponry, but it was still fast enough to flee, and a real warship could arrive within a minute notice.

Sensors whirred and scanned the approaching vessel; a wry chuckle emerging from Ezekial's aged lips; his hand running through his hair as he stepped up. "Report?"

"My Lord; it is clearly some form of Xenos vessel; they bow not the Machien Spirits" A tech priest bowed; before stepping back into the safety of shadows;.

"Maintain all weapons and shields; ready for imminent combat; give me vox."

"Aye Lord." And the communications arrays opened once more to the charismatic voice of the Inquisitor.

Foreign Vessel; you shall not tell us how to act in our own territory. These heretical Xenos appear in our territory, spouting their babble; disgracing the gods; we simply defend our land and honor. Stand down, and prepare to be boarded and inspected by an agent of the Inquisition. Any refusal shall be taken as a statement of guilt and shall result in you being deemed Hereticus Diablous; subjected to immediate purgation

''I recognize no authority but the Holy Dictator and his messengers. You shall cease all hostile activities and surrender your ships. You will be trialed in court for disobeying the orders of a messenger of the Holy Dictator.
The lands you claim belong to the Dictator and the New Empire of the United Socialist States of Relative Liberty, as do the rest of the galaxy. Your false laws have no jurisdiction anywhere in the universe, nor do your gods hold any power except that which is granted by the Holy Dictator. No Inquisition have any authority unless granted by the Dictator, no messenger of His words can be declared a heretic by anyone but Him or, in His absence, one of his appointed servants. Nor shall we recognize any claims to any lands but those granted by the Dictator to you.
I therefore repeat my message: cease hostile activities, lower your shields and power down your weapons or face the utter annihilation of you and your people at the hands of His servants.''

The HailSys aboard the EMU sent an emergency distress call to Relativity #27, and the largest ship, a Warrior battlecruiser, was prepared for immediate flight. The crew had manned their stations ever since the station had entered a Code Yellow alert status. The fighters were called back to their docking bays to make way for the gargantuan ship in case it had to leave.

You lay claim to much that does not belong to you. We shall only lower our weapons and shields, in our own territory, once you comply to Inquisitorial Presence. I would much like to meet those who think themselves masters of all; at the whim of some great Dictator. We shall send one standard diplomatic craft; nothing more. I shall come, accompanied by my retinue; is this understood? He let his considerable psychic Will seep into his voice. He turned.

"Prepare me a shuttle; we will defuse this situation; or we shall destroy these ridiculous heretics"

"Aye, Inquisitor." The Tech Priest bowed, before moving off, fast as Quicksilver; Lucretia was already rising; Visanthia trailing behind; it's eyes alive with flame.

"Get me Xalmos" Ezekial hissed "We will surely need him in parley with these arrogant Xenos"

''I see. You are welcome aboard.'' was the only reply. After turning off his HailSys, he walked towards the middle of the ship, where his bedroom was located. The undressed and left the black uniform of the Starfleet on the floor (not that there was any other place to leave it) and picked his Diplomatic Corps uniform from the closet. The uniform was dominatnly grey, with black leather boots and a black belt, and red stripes on the sleeves. Surely, even the heretics of Chronosia would recognize the uniform of a temporary representant of the Holy Dictator. He also told the ship's computer to record the meeting, and send the files to Relativity #27 so that the forward commander could participate. He fetched a handgun off the wall, and returned to the cockpit. After turning the HailSys back online he said that he was now ready to meet with the chronosian commander.

THe Thunderhawk gunship rocketed free from the bowels of the Inquisitorial vessel; moving swiftly towards the Libertarian vessel; landing with a whine of servos and a hiss of expelled gas. The ramp quickly descended; wreathed in mist; as Ezekial stepped forth. He wore the rosette of his office about his throat; his dark hair wild about his head; his blue eyes gazing mournfully forward. A Daemonhammer was strapped to his back, and a Bolt Pistol and Plasma Pistol hung from his belt; along with the scabbard of a considerable Daemonblade; his cloaks of fine silk and animal hide billowing about him.

To his left, clad in a skintight bodynet, and accompanying armor; her rich obsidian hair dancing down her back; eyes of pale jade shimmering in her sockets; was Lucretia; long time partner of Ezekial; his most trusted lieutenant. And with her, came her pet...

The thing, having once been human, hissed and writhed and struggled; it's body hovering above the ground, static dancing from its naked feet; its flesh marred and mutilated with chains, sigils and symbols; pages of writ and unspeakable oaths pinned into its flesh. It's eyes were ragged sockets, where fingers had torn at their vulnerable flesh. Visanthia, she was; a Daemonhost; hosts chosen from only the most fair and innocent of the Imperium's women. This one seemed barely beyond 20 standard years...

At their side came TechAdept Xalmos; clad in robes; his augmetic eyes gleaming; skull-jacks and data-ports glistening with sweat in his shaved skull; dendrites and tubings whirring about him, alive with mechanical interest at the technology about them; taking audio notes; as well as taping into a data-slate, as he moved forward. Ezekial was the first to step forth, clothed and dressed to reflect his office; letting his psychic will boom in his voice; "Greetings. I am Inquisitor Ezekial, Ordo Hereticus Chronosia"

''I am Fire-Claw, pilot of this Exploration and Mapping Unit, and temporary representant of the United Socialist States of Relative Liberty and the Holy Dictator.'' said the young pilot, looking into the eyes of Ezekial. He banged his tail on the cold gray floor and raised his right arm in the traditional salute of Libertarian forces. His mane had been trimmed a few weeks ago, but had now grown to its full length. All in all, he was a very handsome lion, and a worthy representant of the USSRL.
He had no companions, as the EMU was far to too small to entertain a large crew, but his uniform was in mint condition and without a single spot. The handgun had been cleaned and reflected the light of the lamps in the roof.

''At least he will give them a good first impression.'' said the commander back aboard Relativity #27.

The EMU:
''We will discuss the circumstances regarding your unsanctioned hostile actions agaisnt these people, and we will reacha peaceful agreement. In the absence of the Holy Dictator, I now declare that negotiations have commenced.''

"I think you will find that it was they who initiated hostilities by violating our borders even after repeated requests for them to stop and identify themselves; warning shots were fired and then they were targetted directly." Ezekial sighed softly.

"As such, it is evident that this situation is due to them and their...Heresy. They pander a bland faith of a false, seemingly omnipotent god; and destroyed themselves once they felt they had revealed too much. As a result, we had no hesitancies attacking the second vessel they sent forth. It is the Will of the Daemon Emperor that the heretical be purged; and our borders safeguarded"

''You forget that this is not your territory, but the Dictator's, and that you have no jurisdiction within the Empire. As for heresy, anyone not worshipping the Holy Dictator is a heretic, and shall not be granted any rights or titles. Wether or not your actions conflict with the Law of the Holy Dictator shall be determined by court. You will therefore lower your shields and surrender your ships peacefully, or face the wrath of the Dictator.
Now however, we will contact the other side of this conflict to hear their version of what happened.''
And with that the ship's computer sent a message to the other fleet, demanding to know what had happened and why they had entered the lands that the Chronosians considered theirs.

"We shall do no such thing; these vessels and this space belong to the Emperor; his rule has been long, millenia in the making and it is not for upstarts such as yourselves to dictate to us of our own territory and domain. We shall not surrender our vessels to you; instead you shall leave Chronosian territory and never return, unless you favor a quick death. You may not have noticed, but there are one thousand ships out there, awaiting my return"

They speak in lies and sicknesses of false faith! The Daemonhost hissed; it's eyes weeping in crackling warp-tears They are fools and arrogant fiends! Proclaiming all to be their own; we will not abide them, I will burn them from the void if they should try

Ezekial's hand lowered, touching the hilt of his Daemonblade. "If you are going to be unreasonable in your terms, we shall take our leave of you."

''You shall do as I say,'' Fire-Claw replied calmly,'' or face annihilation by the hands of the Dicatotrs servants.
Our Dictator is not like your ghosts and nightmares, he is a living god! His actions has made Relative Liberty a glorious empire once again, and all of the universe belong to Him. Ezekial,I hereby arrest for heresy and blasphemy, disobediance and unwillingness to bow to the Dictator's will. You will come along peacefully or you will be vanquished.''
Fire-Claw reached for his pistol, but didn't draw it.

Relativity #27:
''Fuck! This was supposed to be a peaceful meeting, and those heretics start threatening us! Radio operator, send this to Home Base at once. Docking Bay personell, launch all available crafts at once and prepare for battle. Security personell, man your stations and prepare for battle.''

"I don't want this to end in bloodshed; but we will not surrender to you in our own lands; there is no way! Our Emperor does not tolerate failure; and should you kill me, more will come; thousands more, millions more. Moreover; if you kill my associate here, she will lose control of one of those nightmares you spoke of; and it feeds on worms like you." He gestured with one hand at Visanthia.

"I will not be held responsible for starting a war over your arrogance; and I do not want your deaths on my hands this day; not this day. Stand down; let us have peace; acknowledge the dominion of the Imperium as its own; since you lack the strength and numbers to rule the entire Galaxy. Your Dictato may be a living God, but he is not our God; nor our ruler. Now; see sense; see logic; or burn forever"

''I will report to my superiors that we have been unable to reach an agreement. May the Dictator have pity on you, for we will not.'' With that he called to the computer, and told it to send a copy of the ship's entire archives and the recorded meeting to Home Base and once again raise the shields to maximum power. He then drew his pistol and aimed it at Ezekiel.
''By the power invested in me by the Holy Dictatro I hereby declare you a heretic. You have proven unwilling to convert to the true faith once informed of the existance of the Dictator, and you will thus be purged. Do not attempt to harm me or my ship, or the computer will order the ship to self-destruct. You cannot escape, and you cannot hide. Your companions will accompany you to the nearest station, and will from then on be detained there until the Dictatro have decided their fate. Should you resist, I am authorized to purge you here and now.''
His thumb pressed the little red button on the side of his handgun, and the gun was switched from stun mode to kill.

On Relativity Prime, orbiting Liberty One:
''Colonel, this just arrived,'' the young lieutenant said and handed his superior a paper. It was a copy of the message sent by the EMU and Relativity #27, containing the entire negotitation and everything that had led to it.
''The pilot knows what the protocol says?''
''Yes sir, he has proceeded according to protocol.''
''Judging frm our previous encounter with the Chronoisans, you may add him to the list of casualties. Inform his family that he was killed while serving the Dictator.
''Yes sir.''
The colonel marched from the Main Bridge into a small conference room, a very troubled look on his face. His inner eye could see the bloodbath that would follow if the Chronosians disobeyed the Dictator's orders, Relative Liberty would be forced to purge the heretics with fire, yet they were not strong enough to challenge Chronosia just yet.
In the room sat a colonel from the Special Operations Departement On Foreigners, a colonel from the Army and a Star Lord of the Space Fleet.
''Gentlemen, we are now at war.'' he said. Theur faces revealed no emotions, but he knew their thoughts anyway. They all knew what he knwe, and they had no illusions about Relative Liberty's chances if there would be a war with Chronosia.
Two hours later the full mobilization of the Armed forces of Relative Liberty would ordered. Forces fighting rebels in the Outer Worlds were ordered home, leaving only a small force to guard outposts, and a general draft was ordered. Citizens from all over the Empire would be conscripted, until fully two percent of Relative Liberty's population had joined thr Army. The Marine Corps were at full alert, and the SODOF's Operators would be activated. Relative Liberty was preparing for war...

The Teleporters engaged; Ezekial, Lucretia and Xalmos dissappearing; as far behind them, the 1000 black ships of the Inquisition moved forward; weapons roaring; defence stations at the rim attacking in concert with this host of the righteous; a singular moving unit of blood and vengence.

Visanthia was left; the thing hissing as it felt it's psychic conciousness expand. Little pretties It hissed; sneering; voice echoing in the minds of those about it Little flesh toys... And it lunged forward; reality crackling at its fingertips; body alight with warpfire, dancing in eldritch fire.

"I offer one last chance; leave us be; and no harm need come of this; leave our vast domain be; and you shall be spared the Wrath of Chaos! I will not give you leniency again, this is but the warning; calm before the storm. Do not make me make an example of you

Ezekial gave the order; a second volley of scathing fire hurtling forth from the mighty vessels of the Inquisition's vessels; the mighty ships of their Legion Militant; the Black Order.

The EMU disappeared in a puff of smoke and vapour after a mere microsecond, its shields unable to protect it from the massive bombardment of the Chronosian navy.

Around Liberty #27:
The Warrior battlecruiser had been launched, and the sscreen of fighters once again protected the station from any attack. Automated wepaonry on the station locked on to everything that appeared on the radar scrren, and would fire unless a security clearance code was received within a second. The mighty battlecruiser moved towards the nearest jump zone, prepared to retreat if the station was overrun.

In orbit over Liberty One:
''Gentlemen, I have just been informed that the EMU has been destroyed. Shall we then send a declaration of war to the realm of Chronosia?''
''I vote for declaring the heretics, and thus targets for the Inqusition.''
''I also vote for a declaration of war and heresy.''
''We agree then that a state of war should exist between the realm of Chronosia and the Empire of the United Socialist States of Relative Liberty?
''Aye,'' the other said in unison.
''I shall inform the Dictator,'' said the Diplomatic Corps officer.
''I shall scramble the Fleet.''
''And I shall order draft and the full mobilization of our armed forces.''

Throughout the Empire:
Citizens on every planet were taken away form their families and their homes, and made part of the glorious Army. They were issued a rifle and a flack jacket, and would then complete two weeks of basic training, ten weeks in elite companies. The standing divisons were put on full alert and told to hold ground until they received further orders. The Fleet would be activated and assembled at Relativity Prime, and the Marine Corps would be sent to the Outer Worlds to repell any enemy attack.

In space, around Relativity Prime:
The taskforce, consisting of two battleships, six carriers, two invasion carriers and a hundred escort ships were making their way to the designated jump zone. They were part of the standing armed forces of Relative Liberty, and always carried the 525th and 241st Marine Crops Force. Two prestigous forces, they had served in almost every armed conflict in the history of Relative Liberty, distinguished themselves on battlefields such as Zeta V and Karonna Prime, slaughtered entire worlds of Falconmen and rebels and had purged innummerable foes in the service of the Dictator. They were commanded by colonel One-Eye and his second-in-command colonel Blood-Fang. One-Eye had lead the battle of Nocturna IV, a victory that had earned him the most prestigious award in Relative Liberty, the Dictator's Iron Star with Oak Leaves, Swords and Diamonds First Class, and made him the highest ranking Army commander in Relative Liberty. Blood-Fang had served as a grunt in the Second Falconmen war, and had been granted the Drops of Blood Second Class after taking out several entrenched positions, and after that as a captain during the Third Reptilian Wars. After that he had continued to rise in ranks and had even been promoted to colonel. This would be the fifth war he participated in, and there was a chance he would experience his 927th battle before he retired.
Now they were heading to Liberty #42, an almost unpopulated planet on the edge of the Empire. It had strategic value only because it was the last major planet-based dock on the Libertarian side of the border.

OOC: Wanna take this to its own thread?

OOC: Might be convenient. I'll start he thread in minute.

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