Chronosia
12-03-2006, 03:04
The void yawned, howling as the aperture tore through the very fabric of existence, a bleeding, festering wound in both space and time; a burning doorway to the unfathomable depths of the Warp. The vessel that slid forth was the mighty hulking vessel known as the Sword of Arioch; the flagship of the Emperor, Remiel de Drakan, and it had come forth for a very specific reason.
Here they were, slipping slowly into the homesystem of Gronde; the leaders of the AoN; for long, they had perplexed and irritated the Chronosians; a venomous barb in the flesh of the Empire. But now; now he came forth to announce his presence.
Let the Lords of Gronde step forth and meet with me. I come, not as an enemy; not as a malicious lord of the Galactic Empire. I come before you as a man, as an equal; with an offer to be made. One that will reshape the face of the galaxy, and prove us both grand once again. Much has changed; power has shifted, but little has changed. The Empire is as it has always been; merely in new hands; and new minds. Shall we have talk? Shall we have parley?
Here they were, slipping slowly into the homesystem of Gronde; the leaders of the AoN; for long, they had perplexed and irritated the Chronosians; a venomous barb in the flesh of the Empire. But now; now he came forth to announce his presence.
Let the Lords of Gronde step forth and meet with me. I come, not as an enemy; not as a malicious lord of the Galactic Empire. I come before you as a man, as an equal; with an offer to be made. One that will reshape the face of the galaxy, and prove us both grand once again. Much has changed; power has shifted, but little has changed. The Empire is as it has always been; merely in new hands; and new minds. Shall we have talk? Shall we have parley?