NationStates Jolt Archive

+++Holo-Transmission Recording, starting 0800+++

A voice can be heard, and most of a man in golden armour can be seen, sitting on a golden throne.

Greetings, glorious children of sacred Terra. I have a message for you in the name of the most Holy One.

The man stands. His face can be fully seen now. A face that any good citizen of the Imperium of Man would recognise, a face seen on a million Cathedrals on a million worlds. He is the spitting image of the Saint Lord Solar Macharius.

I have returned, in the name of His Glorious Majesty! Through his most holy gene technologies, I have returned from the sleep of death, my corpse removed from my sepulchre, and revived!

Macharius' face is a picture of religious fanaticism, his eyes ablaze with righteous fire.

I have returned with a purpose. The children of hallowed Terra are becoming lazy, they are no longer wary of the heretic, the mutant, the ALIEN! The sacred children of humanity are FORMING ALLIANCES WITH XENOS! THIS WILL NOT STAND! My forces are gathered! I will crusade again!

+++recording ends+++

Skor XI Asteroid Trade Outpost

The security officers of Skor XI had been waiting for hours for a response from the massive ship that had appeared. It had appeared in a massive flash of energy, and for three hours had simply hung in space menacingly. They wouldn't have bothered about it usually, ships stayed in the system all the time to do minor repairs and allow their drives some time to cool down. Most of the ships using Skor as a rest-stop weren't over a thousand years old and bristling with weaponry.

Battleship Spear of the Emperor, Bridge

Macharius paced around the command pulpit, mumbling the Catechism of Hate quietly to himself in preparation of what he was about to do. Skor had a lot of human souls aboard.

I must not waver. These are not humans blessed by the Immortal Emperor's divine power, these are scum! They have suffered the xeno to live, for which sin they shall feel the Emperor's burning forgiveness.

He had made up his mind.

"All forward lance batteries, annihilate the Xeno-harbouring scum."

The bridge officers responsible for the weapons mumbled their assent. Five minutes later the mightly laser weapons of the Imperial Battlecruiser fired upon the station, causing it to explode with the intensity of a large sun, bathing the nearby inhabited planetoid in radioactive elements from the power core of the station.

No survivors.

A foreign intelligence tears it's way into Macharian communications, backtracing the recording and patching through a message of it's own to the exact location the crusader's message was formed. The face on the holoview was distorted, the signal weak as Traileric code fought for an opening. The voice, though, was clear and distinctly not human.

A movement against the Xenos is a movement against Trailaria..Though we have washed our hands of the Milky Way as we washed our hands of Terra long ago, your threats shall not go unanswered, any actions you take unpunished. Depart now in peace, or we leave you in ruin. Hail to the Trailarii.

[Now, how do you backtrack your way through a non-existant network? Macharius is operating from a ship, which is on the move.]

+++Thought for the day: listen not to the alien, look not upon the alien, speak not unto the alien+++

As long as his divine will is with his crusaders, you cannot harm us. Emperor forgive you for your heresy.

OOC: It was never stated that it was from a single vessel in the first post. Furthermore, you never suggest there is only one ship in said fleet. Lastly, if it's only one vessel it would be that much easier to hack into. Besides, the different terminals inside a ship are networked. We wouldn't wanna broadcast such an important message to the mess hall now would we?

[Didn't mean to infer there was only one ship, Macharius himself only operates from one specific ship, Spear of the Emperor.]

OOC: I see..So..is that message getting through or not?

[Absolutely.]

OOC: P'raps a response is in order? :O

Taged-things could get a little interesting.

+++Transmission Commencing+++

The fleet of the Second macharian Crusade shall not back down. It is our Emperor-given duty to help cleanse the taint of the psyker, the mutant, the heretic, and ESPECIALLY the xeno! Our actions will remain somewhat limited, for the time being, however.

ooc: is this a wide frequency transmission that anyone can pick up on?

"Most...Interesting" The thoughts of Tsarine Anisarian said, looking at the message before her. "You say you got the transmission earlier today Aumra?"

"Yes My lady," High Lord Commander Aumra said, silver skelital face looking at his lady. "I checked it for authenticity, who ever it is, its most likely they actually believe what they say"

"He Believes he is of the Imperium of Man?" Anisarian said, cackling. Energy sparkled across her features, as her eyes flared with humour. "What a funny thing...what a very funny thing indeed" not that she was suprised, Humans commonly held fear of that they did not understand, a human colony left alone could believe anything, even myths.

"My Lady, what do you want me to do?" Aumra asked, simply.

"Lets have some fun, give them a world to continue their crusade." she said, laughing.

"Where my Lady?" he said, knowing the answer, but humouring his Lady.

"Why, in orbit of our own glorious Home World!" she said, energy begining to crackle around her, a humour of darkness around her. "It would be most fun to see their reactions."

Thus it was, that the Necron Warrior sent them a message.

Hello there Saint Lord Solar Macharius.

I am Aumra, a Loyal Searvent of the Emperor, I know of humans upon the world your Record books would keep as Rahe who have been enslaved by the Foul Xeno. I send you this to help ourselves be free from this Xeno Taint, or if not, to then at least to clense us in Holy Flame.

Aumra, Loyal Searvent of the God Emperor of Man.

Such where the games of a C'tan, to play with the lives of Mortals.

"Lord Solar Macharius..." Remiel mused from his throne, examining the reports and ancient biographies that survived even now in Imperial records. "He who took an Imperial army to the edges of the galaxy is grand conquest; he who brought countless worlds into the embrace of the False Emperor; he who died, and whose generals squandered his glory....He now reborn. How...Amusing."

"Your orders, my Emperor?" Lucian bowed before the vast throne of Remiel, gazing up at his brother in awe and adoration. This was the man who had lain low systems and worlds for the dark Gods; this was the man who had sundered armies, who had defied death itself. This was his Lord and Emperor

"The fool holds a fanatical hatred of the Xenos; but his wrath could equally fall upon the forces of Chaos. As a result; we shall watch him burn in his own folly; and when the time is right; we shall strike. Ready the Plague fleets; I sense that much is as it should be...I must confer with my Master's, touch their shattered forms in dreams and visions; reforge them into viable wholes; that I might better understand events as they unfold. Summon my astropaths; we shall have a scrying."

"Aye, my Lord."

+++Thought for the day: even a man with nothing can give his ife for the Emperor.+++

The Lord Macharius wishes to express his scepticism at your claim to being a loyal servant of the Emperor, as his domain long ago dissolved in fire and chaos. However, you could well be a loyal servant, but the Office of the Crusade does not act on tip-offs from un-known informants. We have no record of you, even in his Divine Majesty's (who leads us even without his body) Auto-Libram records detailing his spies.

May He bless your soul,
Carius Eishorn,
Master of Eyes

"They Delcined Naturally" Said Anisarian. "But we have a trace on his flagship now, we know where to send our messages, and ulitmatly can track him with very little difficulty. I see a victory out of this."

"Yes my Lady, I shall let you know of their activities, anything interesting will be noted." He smiled. "And should they venture towards our world in the future, they shall suffer."

[How can you have a trace on it? You'd have to be able to psychically track the ship's astropath over immense distances through a realm of chaos and daemons. Always bugs me when people say they can do all that when half the time they assume these ships communicate like theirs >:|]

((OOC: Do you have an Form of IM? If so it would make it easier.

I was simply using, you sent it allowing for me to send a message to you, if we can send a message to you, we have to know WHERE you are. I can't track you however I wish, I should have made that clearer, but if I want to find out I just send a message to you to find out. to Send a message, I need to know where you are, otherwise I am sending it blind, Make sense?))

Lord Macharius; much has changed in the long slumber between war and chaos and dissolution. Much has changed; much has been reformed and reforged. The Imperium is wrought with Chaos; Madness. This is as it should be. While your records are vast, they will doubtless hold mention of a Lord, a Great amongst Space Marines. He is Marcus De Drakan. He forged an Empire in the long void after the end of the Imperium of Man; yet he was lulled, and fooled; decieved. Chaos took him and all his glories. His empire became the Chronosian Imperium.

I am Remiel; his son; the heir to his great Triumph; first amongst Primarchs, chosen as Lord of Chaos. I am the Emperor in these troubled times

A thousand voices seemed to scream in astropathic discharge; this message sent from far across the galactic plane to the re-emergent Macharius

We have reared ourselves a mighty Empire; but it is not your time to face us. Know only this; the Xenos hold great power across the firmament of space. We shall not harm you; your presence is amusing to us and to my capricious masters; but all good things shall come in time.

That last response was all the Trailarri needed. Agression on the part of this new Emperor had not reached the level that the Trailarii would bare arms, though the situation would indeed be monitored.