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The Chronosian vessel was approaching Vong space; a mighty, mechanical monstrosity; the ultimate weapon ever devised by the cruel and tempered mind of Marcus De Drakan; Daemon Emperor. Yet in his abscence; a new star had risen. The Scion. Remiel De Drakan; God-Emperor; engine of limitless change and destruction; stood upon the deck of the Ecstacy of Slaanesh, the architect of his own fathers demise, the hand of fate and instrument of the Gods.

He smiled softly; a gesture of no importance; yet granting him limitless pleasure as the ichors pumped through his veins; as the drugs saturated his being, and Slaanesh set every fibre of his being aflame with rapturous sensation; Yes....This was what he yearned for...

"My Lord; we are preparing to enter Vong space; should we begin the transmission?"

"Not yet, give it a moment; they shall come to us; and when they do, we shall state our terms. They are in chaos; rapt in agony. We shall let them stew in rebellion a little longer before we propose our offer. One by one, we shall make them see the folly of opposition, and the glories of peace"

Imperial Border

A tiny Yorik-strohna patrol vessel cruised along the border, barely paying attention to the border. The ship's Commander yearned to be in battle, fighting the heretics who wish to overthrow the caste system. Instead he was stuck here, patrolling a quiet border where nothing ever happened.

It came as a surprise then, when his ship detected the massive Chronosian ship just across the border. Following proceedure, he signalled the Warmaster on Yuuzhan'tar to inform him of the possible violation of the border. Next he signalled the soon-to-be-encroaching vessel. Putting on his most intimidating and confident voice, despite the fact that he was completely outgunned, the Commander hailed the ship. "Unknown ship! You are about to enter the space of the Empire of Talaax, bastion of the Yuuzhan Vong. Turn back now or risk death! We will not hesitate to destroy you..."

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I have no doubt of that; yet you stand against the might of the Imperium; the will of the Emperor; the Lord of the Empire. We come in peace, to make offers before your great Warmaster. We are the Chronosians; I am Remiel. The Emperor; God-Emperor of all who would call themselves men, or servants of the Four Powers. Laughter now; not mocking, simply arrogant, self-assured, strong, powerful.

Bring me before your Warmaster; let me speak with him; and let my words nourish you in the face of weakness and revolution. We shall be the friend from the unexpected quarter; the bolt of lightning from a clear sky. A friend, when foes abound. Come; let us have parley and speech. Do not ignore us as others would; for those who are not enlightened to the limitless pleasures of the universe, the mind and the flesh, cannot understand those such as we; Who Are..

"The Warmaster does not take unannounced visitors. However, I will contact him and let him decide whether you will be admitted entrance to the Empire or destroyed where you are..." The Commander responded in the typically arrogant manner of the Yuuzhan Vong before closing the channel to speak with Yuuzhan'tar. A few moments later Warmaster Tsavong Lah's visage came into view upon the surface of the dedicated villip on the ship.

"What now Commander? This had better be good or you'll join the heretics in the Pit of Torment!" Tsavong Lah's greeting was soaked in irritation. He rarely tolerated those who interrupted his strategy meetings, even once let alone twice.

"The vessel I reported to you. It is a Chronosian flagship, bearing their Emperor. He wishes to speak to you in person. He wishes to discuss something important that he did not disclose..."

"Hmph! You were right to contact me, Commander. Tell him he will come to Yuuzhan'tar. I will meet with him in person and if I deem his message worthy he will be allowed audience with the Supreme Overlord. He is to proceed on a direct course to Yuuzhan'tar. Any deviations from the course we give him will be seen as an act of war and his vessel WILL be destroyed. Relay this to him and I will see you both on Yuuzhan'tar in a few days." Tsavong Lah's mood lightened some, or rather his anger did, it was replaced by suspicion however. He was never one to trust an infidel, let alone a Chronosian...

The flagship began to dutifully follow the appointed course; the Emperor aboard; smirking lightly as he enjoyed the journey. Anything that brought him closer to the stars was a blessing or a gift; a bountiful voyage through the abyss to places unknown; in this case, the homeworld of the Vong; a fine place to seal their pacts. He expected nothing short of suspicion, but then again who trusted Chronosians?

He watched the stars pass by; watched worlds tumble through the void; watched and waited for the inevitable arrival at Yuuzhan'tar; and his audience to begin...

Yuuzhan'tar

Yuuzhan'tar, ancient homeworld of the Yuuzhan Vong, Living World, Sentient Planet floated peacefully in space, slowly revolving. The home of one of the most warlike species in the galaxy, if not the universe, was strikingly peaceful looking. Even though a guerilla war raged on it's surface and hundreds of ships floated in the system, the world still seemed to be the definition of peace.

As the Chronosians entered the system they immediately came under the guns of nearly two thousand Imperial vessels. To someone unfamiliar with Yuuzhan Vong vessels, the system seemed to be plagued by thousands upon thousands of asteroids both big and small. In reality these were the defensive fleet of the capitol world, put in place to defend the Supreme Overlord, representative of the Gods.

On the surface, a landing zone for a shuttle-sized craft had been cleared. Thousands of warriors stood on guard to keep the heretical guerrillas out. The halls of the Imperial Palace had been prepared and stood ready to receive the Chronosians. Watching the landing pad from a few hundred feet away, Tsavong Lah waited in anticipation, still trying to decide why the Chronosians had come to speak to him.

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The Thunderhawk tore from the belly of the Ecstacy, plunging through the void towards the living world; setting the air itself aflame as it streaked towards the landing pad; slipping through the air; moving through the skies; to plunge, dive; and then safely land upon the surface.

The doors opened and the Emperor himself; flanked by Terminator's, stepped down; smirking lightly as he advanced; bowing to those who had come to meet him, glancing around at the world that seemed to pulse with life, all about him; closing his eyes, tasting its essence; its aura. Sighing softly.

"To be one with a living world; to be a mere instrument, a vessel of pain and pleasure amongst its orifices and internal workings; to be a part of a far greater whole...How divine; how....Blessed by the Gods"

As the shuttle came into view, Tsavong Lah walked briskly to the landing area to greet the Chronosian Emperor personally. He watched the shuttle descend with barely disguised disgust, lamenting the fact that an abomination was being allowed to land upon the hallowed soil of Yuuzhan'tar. The Creche of the Gods was no place for such a machine, no matter how distinguished it's passenger. This meeting had better be worth this affront to the Gods... he thought as the shuttle touched down.

Disregarding Remiel's words as nothing more than a poor attempt at flattery, whether they were sincere or not, Tsavong Lah saluted the man in the usual way (crossed arms over the chest) and spoke. "I am Tsavong Lah, Warmaster of the Yuuzhan Vong. Greetings to you Remiel, Emperor of Chronosia. Welcome to the God's Creche..."

"The Gods creche is the peoples graveyard." He chuckled mockingly, moving towards the Warmaster. "Such is the way of our Gods; that their very births are agonies upon the universe; great wounds in the Material Plane...Of course; I assume you know of other planes." He tittered dryly. "Now, on to business, Yes? I trust you wonder why I am here? Why I have come to you? Even when I prepare to hold a conference with the....other soverign nations of your alliance"

"Your Gods are of no consequence to me or to this visit." Tsavong Lah responded. "As for the reasoning behind your visit, yes the thought had crossed my mind. It seems a rather odd thing to do, however, it is not my place to decide how you carry out your business. Follow me, we shall go inside."

No sooner than he had finished speaking, Tsavong Lah spun on his heel and led the Chronosians towards the Imperial Palace. Guiding them through the ornately decorated living corridors, he made no attempt at conversation. Finally, after several minutes of walking in silence, the party arrived at what would pass as a conference room in other cultures. Several padded chairs surrounded a circular table that seemed to be made of fungus. Moving aside so the others could pass by, Tsavong Lah spoke once more. "Have a seat, so we may discuss whatever it is you've come here for."