NationStates Jolt Archive

The GFFA was beign cajouled with peace; the Masaki clan were being appeased, and so it came to be time when traitors must be forgiven or dealt with; when heretics before the Highest Throne must be cast down or re-embraced. The Imperium knew that the Thrashian's were the root; the canker, the cancerous mote in the midst of what could now become perfection; and with the Sith deposed; the Senate poised to be reconvened; the Thrashian's wish seemed to be coming true.

It was in this stead, that the vessels were deployed; in search of the Thrashians; in search of peace and prosperity and over-all victory. The diplomatic Corps had explicit orders, that the Thrashians were to be contacted and given the offer; that they were to accept peace; or endure long and bloody war with the new, more ordered, more powerful Empire.

In the name of the Soverign God-Emperor of the Imperium, Lord and Emperor of the Galactic Empire, Remiel De Drakan, we come to offer peace and brotherhood once again to the disgraced Thrashian people; who in rebellion brought upon themselves damnation; and defied the will of our Glorious Emperor; and Emperor's Past.

Captain Lucullus sat in his command chair aboard the Star Destroyer Mantis, looking out over the stars. They were placing observation drones and sensory devices in a system far from the new home of the Thrashian Empire. Their purpose was to explore the possible chances of Thrashia once again expanding for the greater purpose of economic gain and living space.

"Has the engineer team returned yet from the moon?" asked the captain. His adjutant looked up from the control consul he was leaning over. He walked over to the captain.

"No sir, Sergeant Dorlin has reported that it will be at the least another hour. They report that several parts of the moon seems unstable, and thus they are looking for a better location to place the transmitter."

"Very well, tell him to hurry it up. I want to report back on time," said Lucullus. His adjutant Lieutenant Piel saluted and walked over to the comms station.

Suddenly an alert went out over the bridge. "Sir, we've detected warp engine drives in the fourth sector, less than 200 kilometers away. A ship has just exited!" called an ensign.

"Comm Scan report on its redoubt, I want the ship on full battle station. Tie Fighters to their ships. Await my command," said Lucullus calmly. His crew worked calmly. They had all survived the battle over Thrashia Prime, seen their home destroyed; there was little that would make them feel fear ever again.

"Comm Scan reports that its a Chronosian vessel, diplomatic class. It matches their usual signatures."

Lucullus nodded. "Are they moving to a position to attack?"

"No sir, they appear to be...incoming comms message."

"Play it," said Lucullus. A chilling voice spoke out from the speakers.

In the name of the Soverign God-Emperor of the Imperium, Lord and Emperor of the Galactic Empire, Remiel De Drakan, we come to offer peace and brotherhood once again to the disgraced Thrashian people; who in rebellion brought upon themselves damnation; and defied the will of our Glorious Emperor; and Emperor's Past.


Lucullus sat there for a moment not sure of what they heard. Lieutenant Dorlin stepped up next to him. "Lieutenant...did I hear that correctly? Did they just say they were offering peace?"

"I believe so sir," said Dorlin, he was a young man but had graduated with top marks from the Fleet Academy, his face had a rough frown on it.

"Comms, open a channel to that Chronosian ship. Port gunners are to keep their weapons trained on it. If it even moves in a way I don't like, blow it to hell," said Lucullus. The comms ensign nodded and began typing away.

"Comm channel open sir." Lucullus nodded and began speaking.

"Attention Chronosian ship. I have recieved your message. If what that message says is true, then proceed to point 87-Delta, 100 kilometers strait in front of my ship. Once there you are to wait. Once that has been done I will continue this conversation."

The comm ensign cut the line. Dorlin looked at the captain. "Now what do we do sir?"

"We wait, it's their move."

The ship moved; silently, acknowledging their instruction only in deed; as somewhere onboard; the diplomats prepared themselves. Clad in an armoured body glove; mewling softly as attendants brought her silks and cloaks and pretty treasures and jewelleries to adorn her; Elsabet Prestor moved like a shadow; like liquid, pouring through her life like....Molten beauty seeking a form.

A child of Slaanesh, she gracefully stepped forward; glancing out across the stars; before activating the comms; her visage broadcast forth to the Thrashians, her, almost mocking, smile suddenly before them.

I have come to offer peace in teh name of my Emperor; in the name of Empire and Imperium. We have much to discuss; this I understand. Will we have parley?

OOC: Sorry for the short post but I really have to go!

Lucullus nodded at the image of the woman. "Name the terms your Emperor has made," he said.

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Our Emperors terms are simple; you are to surrender unconditionally; discontin ue your war and the aid of the GFFA rebels. We are founding our own peace with them; and must display a Unified front. You shall submit delegates for the Imperial Senate and you shall acknowledge the soverignty of the Chronosian line over the Imperial Throne. Failure to do so will result in a continuation of the war, the garrisoning of Thrashian worlds; Golan V platforms; executions; conversions...Nothing at all pretty.

She tittered softly, leaning back into her chair; regarding him with interest and amusement.

You have our terms...Return to the fold; or suffer our wrath. The Sith are gone from power; and you can serve the New Empire. The True Empire.

Lucullus nodded at the terms. "You of course realize that I am not authorized to accept these terms on behalf of the Empire of Thrashia. I will however send for one of my superiors with this offer and await their orders. In the mean time, we will wait here. I am sure you realize that any such offer takes time."

Lucullus nodded to the ensign, and the line was cut.

A coded transmission was sent via an indirect path to Thrashian Headquarters, over 15 transmitter stations to keep any ship from tracking it for more than three transmitter jump points.

With a great soundless boom of energy a ship came out of hyperspace. It was the Super Star Destroyer Dark Lance, flagship of Admiral Viersan, commander of the Thrashian 9th Fleet.

The large SD glided gracefully along the currents of space and came to rest next to Captain Lucullus's ship. The Chronosian vessel had not moved from its position.

"Open a line to Captain Lucullus."

"Sir."


Lucullus smiled when he saw the Dark Lance came out of hyperspace. The communication ensign looked up at him. "Sir, we're recieiving a transmission from the Dark Lance sir."

"Patch it through," said Lucullus. The tech nodded and worked his consul. Lucullus stood and waited. Suddenly a smath 1/4th the size of a man image of Admiral Viersan appeared. Lucullus saluted.

"Sir, its good to see you." Viersan returned the salute.

"Indeed captain. I've read your report and have been authorized to act upon orders from the Emperor. You have completed your original mission here?"

"Yes sir, the last engineer crew returned some hours ago."

"Good, you are ordered to return to the Julian System and report to Grand Admiral Schwartz."

"But sir-"

"No buts Captain Lucullus," said Viersan's hologram image. "You may leave once these diplomatic problems here have been settled." The image disapeared. Lucullus sat back in his seat. He sighed. He should have expected to be dismissed back to command.


"Comms, get me an open channel to the Chronosian vessel," said Viersan. The man nodded.

"Channel open sir."

"Attention Chronosian embassador. I am Admiral Viersan, Thrashian commander of the 9th mobile fleet. I have been commanded by my Emperor to conclude matters pertaining to your mission.

"The Empire of Thrashia agrees to a treaty to end the war, a ceasing of fighting; however we do not surrender. Under that we shall discontinue the war. Our aid to the GFFA is under that of an alliance and we shall not break it. Since you yourself are making peace with them, then our aid will in no way affect you, thus that term is void. The Emperor sees no reason to continue beign apart of the Galactic Empire, and shall not send represenatives to a hollow institution. We shall however send embassadors to act as laison between the Empire of Thrashia and this new Galactic Empire.

"The Emperor Octavius Shadaum IV acknowledges the soveriegnty if the Chronosian Imperial line over the Imperial Throne of the deceased Emperor Palpatine, and thus forth until the discontinuity of its seed.

"These are our terms and the agreement of those terms you have given that his majesty has deemed agreeable," said Viersan simply.

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Excellent; most excellent. However, we advise that your aid to the GFFA be limited, and in no way support the atrocious fighting they perpetrate against us for no true reason. We seek peace and your allies resent it; fear it, hate and scream and bite like savage little ticks. You call us hollow; but now we are united. Strengthened by resolve that your feuded band of malcontents could never fathom; more divided than the facets of a diamond. As ridden with fools as the skies with stars.

Send your ambassadors; they shall see only glory and honor amongst our halls. The hollow days of the Sith are over; a new era dawns; one far greater than anything you could have mustered in dreams of conquest; and now, with our business concluded. I leave you to rebuilding from husk and ruin.

She chuckled softly; gesturing for the tech-priests to prepare for an immediate exit.

These are our terms; this is our agreement. Sealed as it should be sealed; ended as it should be ended. You are wise to no longer pursue this....Madmans course.

OOC: Damn but your really enjoying this aren't you? lmao.

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Viersan watched as the ship exited into the warp, disapearing. He sighed. He had had the urge to just blast the ship out of space, but the Emperor had to be followed.

"Helm, bring us about 40 degrees port. Make out heading three marks and two ten," said Viersan.

"Yes sir."


Together the two Star Destroyers, one shadowing the other like a great wraith, disappeared into hyperspace.