NationStates Jolt Archive

*OOC:All nations are invited to attend*


The funeral procession was a grand one, it had been snowing unusally this tiem of year but the people of Bekhaera filled the streets and buildings to catch a glimpse of the Emperors body as it trailed the procession

It was the custom for Bekheaerans to mourn and pass their deasd with both grief and happiness for they would be in the halls of the dead and safe from the strife on the mortal plains

The snow fileld the air and then the horns blasted, it was the beginning of the five day mourning... the current emperor was not here..he was..indisposed at this moment and the princess was away in Loudain..the only royal attending was Prince Bekha Khath...the nephew of the dead emperor and namesake

The mahogany skin of the royal horses led the procession followed by the rebuilt royal guard forcs and the new imperial foces, in the sky above the Imperial Star Fleet

Old and new coexisting with one another

Scholar Findus, co ruler of Bekhaera at this point in time alongside the prince regent, watched as the Emperor and his two sons were carried to the chapel of Mons Vinsania, north of Bekha Vale

RCVF Interdiction, en route to the Bekaeran Homeworld

The retired Grand Field Master Sergei Vega looked uneasily around the interior of the spacious Command Room. The viewport showed the red background of VL-Space, with black arms reaching over the ship in lazy arcs. He had chosen his best uniform, the one that he had worn on his first day as a free man, and as Kreich of the Crimson Vaal Protectorate.

He furrowed his brow and smoothed his graying hair. In all of his fifty three years of existance, he had never attended a funeral for someone he did not know dearly. But this was an extremely important event, and he had things to admit to. He observed the crew at their stations as they prepared to exit VL-Space. The ship slowly decelerated and the redness faded to an inky black. Fleet Master Vlerov motioned towards the lift, and both men went inside.

The lift opened, and the two men walked briskly down the hall towards the hangar deck. The shuttle that would take them had already been fueld and was ready to go. They boarded and took off. The small ship then speeded away from the hulking mass of the Devastator class dreadnought and towards the planet.

Half a standard time unit later, Vega and Vlerov exited the shuttle with their guards. Two USTAD-III Soldiers, four normal troopers, and the pilot. The IIIs took flanking positions and the soldiers fell into the rear of the group. Vega and Vlerov said nothing as they moved away from the landing pad, he had to see the Leader of this planet.

"Stop," the Kreich ordered. And the group stopped mid stride and snapped to attention. Vega waved them the all clear signal and they relaxed, slightly. Vega ambled over to the nearest citizen.

"Excuse me, I am Kreich Sergei Vega of the Crimson Vaal Protectorate, I would like to know where you are holding the mourning ceremonies for your Leader."

The translator that Vega carried beeped, he hoped the damned thing worked this time...

"Ah the Crimson Vaal representative, welcome to the Holy Empire of Bekhaera. You wish to speak with our leader, he has just returned from the conflict with the AKKALABETH which no doubt your peoples know of, he is currently at the podium awaiting the funeral procession, he is there with his nephew crown prince Bekha Khath and Scholar Findus" A figure dressed in white and crimosn robes spoke, an old man but with young eyes he looked unlike any other human in this sector


OOC: this is the emperor btw
http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b297/Ryan_kamichi/NATIONSTATES/EmperorValeBekha.jpg

the council of elders

http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b297/Ryan_kamichi/NATIONSTATES/thecouncil.jpg

IC: the emperor and the council of elders looked at one another and they then blessed the emperor, they believed that god had been with him that day, each of the elders was from each region of Bekhaera and this was oen f the few times they agreed on anything

"I am ready to finally face my people after so long" the emperor spoke

"very well my lord, may god be with you and your house" the elders said as the emperors cape blew in the warm breeze

"im home...im home" the emperoro whispered

MIN Destroyert , Executor Class Super Star Destroyer

After exiting from hypespace , the massive Executor shifted its trajectory and angle to orbit the planet before Emperor Darth Matter and second in command Darth Bane descended down in their personal Venator Class Star Destroyer ...

After landing with a huge thud , Darth Bane and Darth Matter strode out , surrounded with thier Dicter Warrior Commando bodyguards , and the Sith Assasins . Together they walked solemnly to the funeral procession to pay their last respects to the Bahkenrian Emperor ...

"The Sith have arrived Scholar" a mesanger said to Findus, he had dealy with these Sith before, or in any case long dead Sith

"I see..very well, have security on standby, the Jedi order has sent two of the ambassadors to the funeral also, I dont wnat this to turn into a warzone" ordered Findus, he no longer looked the pleasant chap he once was, soemthing weighed heavy on his mind

the funeral began, the representatives of tribes and races all stood up as the national anthem of Bekhera was played, it sounded mournful but the soft melody eased the pain of the emperor as he lay his brother to eternal rest within their family tomb

"we thank those who have coem and those who will come... we thank the gods and the mortals for their love and we thank my brother for he was the one who rebuilt this nation from the ruins our father had made it...plese let us pray for his safe journey to the halls of Kreya" spoke the emperor whose voice sounded fragile compared thee confident tone he alwasy seemed to possess