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The intimidating bulk of a Chronosian Repulsive Class Grand Cruiser tore from the screaming hellfire of the Immaterium and back into realspace within Mationbuds territory, auguries taking in the surroundings as the Inquisitor glanced about the bridge of the ship. She was the Faith from Flames, a veteran of countless orbital campaigns. The Inquisitor himself was Lord Augustus Volkner, a servant of the Emperor and the Gods, and an agent of phenomenal power. By his will worlds had died in viral bombardments or the hail of fatal orbital bombardments or cyclonic torpedoes. He had consigned races to their doom for heresies unknowable, and took the fight to the hated Alien on every world that it could be found.

He was a man who would offer his life and more for the cause of the Crusade.

"We are opening major communication channels, regular and astropathic. Ships navigators report a successful and swift translation back to real-space, most benighted Lord." An officer bowed his head as the Inquisitor stared out, past him, and into the void.

"Very good. Ready for my word. It is the Emperor's will that we better acquaitn ourselves with the New Bloods and ensure that his most glorious position as Warmaster is respected. I am his eyes and his ears, I am his voice. And should they fail in our expectations, they shall be consigned to the shadow of the most beneficent Master's wrath, and the lamentations of the Dark Gods."

People of Mationbuds, I am Augustus Volkner of the Emperor's Inquisition. I represent the glory of the Emperor of Chronosia and the purity of his will, the strength of his deed and the perfection of his Word. I bring the blessings of the True Gods and the highest seal of the Divine Master of Mankind, who reigns by their Grace.

You shall respond to us and escort us to a world of your chosing whereby the Emperor's will shall be enforced in diplomacy and his wishes be executed. You have not the power or the authority to refuse a request from the Emperor, beloved by all.

The intimidating bulk of a Chronosian Repulsive Class Grand Cruiser tore from the screaming hellfire of the Immaterium and back into realspace within Mationbuds territory, auguries taking in the surroundings as the Inquisitor glanced about the bridge of the ship. She was the Faith from Flames, a veteran of countless orbital campaigns. The Inquisitor himself was Lord Augustus Volkner, a servant of the Emperor and the Gods, and an agent of phenomenal power. By his will worlds had died in viral bombardments or the hail of fatal orbital bombardments or cyclonic torpedoes. He had consigned races to their doom for heresies unknowable, and took the fight to the hated Alien on every world that it could be found.

He was a man who would offer his life and more for the cause of the Crusade.

"We are opening major communication channels, regular and astropathic. Ships navigators report a successful and swift translation back to real-space, most benighted Lord." An officer bowed his head as the Inquisitor stared out, past him, and into the void.

"Very good. Ready for my word. It is the Emperor's will that we better acquaitn ourselves with the New Bloods and ensure that his most glorious position as Warmaster is respected. I am his eyes and his ears, I am his voice. And should they fail in our expectations, they shall be consigned to the shadow of the most beneficent Master's wrath, and the lamentations of the Dark Gods."

People of Mationbuds, I am Augustus Volkner of the Emperor's Inquisition. I represent the glory of the Emperor of Chronosia and the purity of his will, the strength of his deed and the perfection of his Word. I bring the blessings of the True Gods and the highest seal of the Divine Master of Mankind, who reigns by their Grace.

You shall respond to us and escort us to a world of your chosing whereby the Emperor's will shall be enforced in diplomacy and his wishes be executed. You have not the power or the authority to refuse a request from the Emperor, beloved by all.


IC :

The Outer-outpost immediately responded by dispatching 2 Imperial Star Destroyers commanded by Rear-Admiral Remal .

"This is the MIN Unstoppable . Emperor Darth Matter is currently away and we are not authorized to escort ... guests around without his permission . "

Augustus smirked lightly, clicking his tongue in an almost bemused annoyance before once again engaging communications. He was not one to be stymied in his efforts, especially before they had even begun.

Pardon my insistance but this is a matter of diplomatic urgency on the behalf of his most glorious and beneficent self, the God-Emperor of the Chronosian Imperium, Warmaster of the Empire and rightful Master of all Mankind, Remiel De Drakan. He has placed upon me the duty of establishing and finalising lasting diplomatic cooperation with those who are now rightly placed beneath us.

We are to know our subordinates before we march to war together, for who can rely upon an ally whom we do not and have not savored in the ways of combat. It is utter foolishness to consider it as such, that one might place the trust of his mind and the strength of his sword arm behind untested brothers...

Now, little pigs, won't you let me come in?

Augustus smirked lightly, clicking his tongue in an almost bemused annoyance before once again engaging communications. He was not one to be stymied in his efforts, especially before they had even begun.

Pardon my insistance but this is a matter of diplomatic urgency on the behalf of his most glorious and beneficent self, the God-Emperor of the Chronosian Imperium, Warmaster of the Empire and rightful Master of all Mankind, Remiel De Drakan. He has placed upon me the duty of establishing and finalising lasting diplomatic cooperation with those who are now rightly placed beneath us.

We are to know our subordinates before we march to war together, for who can rely upon an ally whom we do not and have not savored in the ways of combat. It is utter foolishness to consider it as such, that one might place the trust of his mind and the strength of his sword arm behind untested brothers...

Now, little pigs, won't you let me come in?



"Hmm ... Alright . But dont get me into trouble with my superiors . I will now escort you to Vagabond City ..."

The ship was escorted to within planetary orbit and stabilised itself while the Inquisitor and his retinue prepared to touch down upon this new world. The Thunderhawk, black inlaid with golden oaths in ancient and unspeakable tongues. As it tore through the atmosphere, its gleamign sides shining with almost preternatural heat, the Inquisitor readied himself. He had an entrance to make.

The Thunderhawk touched down, opening its ramp to reveal him and his entourage in all its glory.

He dressed all in black, a tight black shirt over a black armored bodyglove. He adorned himself in fineries, marks and seals of purity and faith, oaths of moment and service woven into his shirt and his coat. His trousers were black, terminating in a set of black boots. At his feet, Lexmechanics and autosavants cowered and scuttled, recording every word with their ever ready quills.

A dozen Inquisitorial Stormtroopers marched with him, escorting him down the ramp in a rough circular motion of protection. Each wore black carapace armor, inlaid with the sigils of the Gods, the Inquisition and the Aquilla of the Imperium. About his head, things fluttered. Once they might have been human infants, babies, now they seemed almost grotesquely angelic. Wings came from their backs, all black feather, bleached bone and glimmering metal. In their tiny, pseudochildish hands they carried banners, gold and white and black cloth, with oaths of unknowable dark fealty intoned upon them.

At his side, clad in gleaming red and black ceramite plate, there came the hulking form of a Space Marine. He went without helmet, his pale features inlaid with almost feral tattoos, drawing attention to the rough blue of his eyes, and the sharpened teeth beneath his featureless lips. His hair was bound in a tight, brutal silver topknot upon his shaven skull, the black strands spilling out over the top. Skulls and shrunken heads hung from his belt, along with his bolter and the wicked grin of a chainsword. Behind the group came a robe clad figure, metallic mechadendrites gleaming. His eyes were gone, replaced by artificial auguries, while almost necrotic flesh covered a bare minimum of his form. He was a Priest of the Machine, one of the Dark Mecanicus and his voice was the cold vox-rasp of death itself.

The Inquisitor himself came armed, a power sword and plasma pistol hanging from his side beneath his cloak, while the Stormtroopers held lasguns to their shoulders in solemn salute.

Augustus smiled lightly. "So, here we are..."

The ship was escorted to within planetary orbit and stabilised itself while the Inquisitor and his retinue prepared to touch down upon this new world. The Thunderhawk, black inlaid with golden oaths in ancient and unspeakable tongues. As it tore through the atmosphere, its gleamign sides shining with almost preternatural heat, the Inquisitor readied himself. He had an entrance to make.

The Thunderhawk touched down, opening its ramp to reveal him and his entourage in all its glory.

He dressed all in black, a tight black shirt over a black armored bodyglove. He adorned himself in fineries, marks and seals of purity and faith, oaths of moment and service woven into his shirt and his coat. His trousers were black, terminating in a set of black boots. At his feet, Lexmechanics and autosavants cowered and scuttled, recording every word with their ever ready quills.

A dozen Inquisitorial Stormtroopers marched with him, escorting him down the ramp in a rough circular motion of protection. Each wore black carapace armor, inlaid with the sigils of the Gods, the Inquisition and the Aquilla of the Imperium. About his head, things fluttered. Once they might have been human infants, babies, now they seemed almost grotesquely angelic. Wings came from their backs, all black feather, bleached bone and glimmering metal. In their tiny, pseudochildish hands they carried banners, gold and white and black cloth, with oaths of unknowable dark fealty intoned upon them.

At his side, clad in gleaming red and black ceramite plate, there came the hulking form of a Space Marine. He went without helmet, his pale features inlaid with almost feral tattoos, drawing attention to the rough blue of his eyes, and the sharpened teeth beneath his featureless lips. His hair was bound in a tight, brutal silver topknot upon his shaven skull, the black strands spilling out over the top. Skulls and shrunken heads hung from his belt, along with his bolter and the wicked grin of a chainsword. Behind the group came a robe clad figure, metallic mechadendrites gleaming. His eyes were gone, replaced by artificial auguries, while almost necrotic flesh covered a bare minimum of his form. He was a Priest of the Machine, one of the Dark Mecanicus and his voice was the cold vox-rasp of death itself.

The Inquisitor himself came armed, a power sword and plasma pistol hanging from his side beneath his cloak, while the Stormtroopers held lasguns to their shoulders in solemn salute.

Augustus smiled lightly. "So, here we are..."



IC :

As the shuttle landed , 2000 Imperial Honor Guardsmen snapped to attention , led by 5 Dicter Warrior Commandoes .

Grand Admiral and Imperial Regent Darth Bane stepped forward , along with Imperial Grand Moff Flennic .

"How may I be of ... service ?"

"I am here by the divine will of the Dark Master of Mankind, his most Honoured Benevolence, my Lord Remiel De Drakan, Sworn Chronosian Emperor and Warmaster of the Empire, by rights as much your liege as he is mine. I come in his most holy name to inspect your culture and your military and better assess your place within the Empire, pertaining to its immediate strategic and military needs" Augustus smiled lightly, his hand upon the hilt of his power sword as he bowed lightly.

"This is Captain Cyriacus of the Nelo Angelus, one of the Imperium's Adeptus Astartes warriors, I take you are familiar with the Adeptus Astartes, yes?" He gestured about, "The others are permanent members of my staff as well as body guard detail." He gestured to the Tech Priest behind them, "And this is Tech Adept Mithras." The Adept bowed wordlessly.

"Now that you are familiar, I'm sure we can move on to getting to know each other."

"I am here by the divine will of the Dark Master of Mankind, his most Honoured Benevolence, my Lord Remiel De Drakan, Sworn Chronosian Emperor and Warmaster of the Empire, by rights as much your liege as he is mine. I come in his most holy name to inspect your culture and your military and better assess your place within the Empire, pertaining to its immediate strategic and military needs" Augustus smiled lightly, his hand upon the hilt of his power sword as he bowed lightly.

"This is Captain Cyriacus of the Nelo Angelus, one of the Imperium's Adeptus Astartes warriors, I take you are familiar with the Adeptus Astartes, yes?" He gestured about, "The others are permanent members of my staff as well as body guard detail." He gestured to the Tech Priest behind them, "And this is Tech Adept Mithras." The Adept bowed wordlessly.

"Now that you are familiar, I'm sure we can move on to getting to know each other."


IC :

Darth Bane returned the bow while Flennic did a slight bow .

"Yes . Before we move on , let me introduce ourselves . I am Darth Bane, Imperial Regent , Grand Admiral and Senior Sith Lord . Here beside me is my ... superior . Grand Moff Flennic . "

Moff Flennic wordlessly nodded his head in agreement .

"Behind me are the 2000 strong Imperial Honor Guard , a crack troop of units that guard the Imperial Palace . Flanking us are Dark Jedis Bror Jace and Nejaa Halyon , leading a protection detail of 50 Crack Dicter Warrior Commandoes each ."

Both Dark Jedis bowed upon their names being mentioned .

"Now follow me and we shall proceed to meet our beloved Emperor ." Darth Bane directed them to a waiting VIP Hover Car flanked by 4 Hover Tanks and 10 Armored Speeder Bikes .

"A pleasure, I'm sure. Forgive me for failing to introduce myself personally. I am Augustus Volkner of the Holy Orders of the Inquisition. Normally diplomatic adepts of the Administratum would have been sent to associate with you, but due to recent..." He paused, raising a hand to stroke his chin, chuckling wryly. "...Difficulties, it was thought that a strictly covert undertaking would be advisable. As a result, I have a full company of Space Marines at my disposal, along with these fine Inquisitorial Stormtroopers, and believe me theres more where they came from, all waiting in orbit for the slightest hint of trouble.

I bear my Inquisitorial rosette as symbol of my office, I carry the seals of the Emperor himself, of the Cult Mechanicus, the Administratum and the Imperial Churches. I come bearing the highest of authorities, Crusades could be drawn up by my words, worlds shattered on a whim." He chuckled again.

"But I don't believe it shall come to that. The Emperor Palpatine, beloved as he is though lesser in esteem than the Emperor Incarnate, our true and eternal Lord of Mankind, seems to have placed a faith in you, and so we shall honour it.

It is not our place to countermand our equal ally, the Empire, but rather to see what use you can be in our establishing a centre of military command and control for the Empire itself."

"A pleasure, I'm sure. Forgive me for failing to introduce myself personally. I am Augustus Volkner of the Holy Orders of the Inquisition. Normally diplomatic adepts of the Administratum would have been sent to associate with you, but due to recent..." He paused, raising a hand to stroke his chin, chuckling wryly. "...Difficulties, it was thought that a strictly covert undertaking would be advisable. As a result, I have a full company of Space Marines at my disposal, along with these fine Inquisitorial Stormtroopers, and believe me theres more where they came from, all waiting in orbit for the slightest hint of trouble.

I bear my Inquisitorial rosette as symbol of my office, I carry the seals of the Emperor himself, of the Cult Mechanicus, the Administratum and the Imperial Churches. I come bearing the highest of authorities, Crusades could be drawn up by my words, worlds shattered on a whim." He chuckled again.

"But I don't believe it shall come to that. The Emperor Palpatine, beloved as he is though lesser in esteem than the Emperor Incarnate, our true and eternal Lord of Mankind, seems to have placed a faith in you, and so we shall honour it.

It is not our place to countermand our equal ally, the Empire, but rather to see what use you can be in our establishing a centre of military command and control for the Empire itself."


IC :

"The Galactic Empire of Mationbuds is honored to be held in such high esteem to the great Emperor . For your forces in orbit , we have numbers far larger than what you have with you now , who all all ready to react upon receiving my word . " Moff Flennic scoffed .

Darth Bane countered "I apologize for my superiors ... arrogance . As we approach Imperial Palace , we might discuss how we might be of use as a centre of Military Command and Control for the Empire ."

Augustus indicated Cyriacus with an out-sretched hand. "You may not have noticed but we augment our armed forces considerably. Each Astartes warrior is a hero in his own right, a veteran of countless campaigns and a sworn servant of the Lord Emperor of Mankind. Not only that, but the ordinance our ships carry would be quite lethal to a world such as this, you are lucky that we have not come to enforce another sort of edict." He smirks as they walk.

"Their arrogance is undeserved and amusing at best, but the Emperor's shall deal with such transgressions in their own ways, I am here merely to enforce his will, a will you seem to have misunderstood. We shall not be setting up any form of centralised military apparatus here, rather we shall be assessing how best your armed forces shall fit into the scheme of the Imperial Military chain of command, as dictated by his most glorious self to his esteemed and honoured servants." He let himself smile softly.

"A note though, that should you refuse me at any time, or in any way threaten the existence and mission of this Imperial Expedition, astropathic orders stand waiting to be transmitted advocating nothing less than a full crusade against those who defy the Emperor's will as Warmaster. We do not want to soil our hands in doing so, but please, do not presume to in any way intimidate or threaten us.

As Chronosians, the Emperor's light guides us beyond fear to the true Faith offered by the Gods."

Augustus indicated Cyriacus with an out-sretched hand. "You may not have noticed but we augment our armed forces considerably. Each Astartes warrior is a hero in his own right, a veteran of countless campaigns and a sworn servant of the Lord Emperor of Mankind. Not only that, but the ordinance our ships carry would be quite lethal to a world such as this, you are lucky that we have not come to enforce another sort of edict." He smirks as they walk.

"Their arrogance is undeserved and amusing at best, but the Emperor's shall deal with such transgressions in their own ways, I am here merely to enforce his will, a will you seem to have misunderstood. We shall not be setting up any form of centralised military apparatus here, rather we shall be assessing how best your armed forces shall fit into the scheme of the Imperial Military chain of command, as dictated by his most glorious self to his esteemed and honoured servants." He let himself smile softly.

"A note though, that should you refuse me at any time, or in any way threaten the existence and mission of this Imperial Expedition, astropathic orders stand waiting to be transmitted advocating nothing less than a full crusade against those who defy the Emperor's will as Warmaster. We do not want to soil our hands in doing so, but please, do not presume to in any way intimidate or threaten us.

As Chronosians, the Emperor's light guides us beyond fear to the true Faith offered by the Gods."


"As so our Dicter Warrior Commandoes are also well argumented . Each Dicter Warrior is a special ops unit in his own rights . Each unit can hold back an entire battalion of enemy units . He is a child born with force potential , raised up in the ways of the force and trained to the brim . He is well armed and equipped with the best we can offer . I'm sure that we do not have to argue about such ... trivial matters ."

"As we now approach the Palace's main gates , please do enlighten me just what your true purpose is ."

The hover car swished past the now open Blast Gate after passing through the 3-layer shield , followed by the speeder bikes and hover tank escorts ..

"The force is nothing. Space Marines are more than mere men trained in some pretentious art, they are bred for war. Normal men are taken and augmented, surgically, psychologically and genetically. Possessed of abilities beyond mere human soldiers, equipped with various implants to increase his ability in warfare, he is fitter, stronger, faster, immune to poisons and diseases. Fear and pain need never touch them" The Inquisitor smirked.

"Regard for example, two hearts. A multi lung, added glands that allow for his ribcage to be fused into a solid wall of bone. The Black Carapace that facilitates interface with the Power Armour. You have nothing that can even equal the might of Imperial Adeptus Astartes."

"My arguments are essential in determining the extent and power of both your armed forces and your navy in service of the Emperor-made-Warmaster. He is, to us, the most learned and glorious man in all of creation and his military knowledge surpasses any known amongst Chronosians. We are a warlike people, skilled in its art and execution and that is why Palpatine has chosen us as his fist, as his equals, and as your superiors.

I come here to see how you might be shrived of your weakness, cleansed of your doubt. Rid of the dire taints that make you susceptible. We are the Warriors of the Gods, and while we ourselves embrace their power and their vices, we do not fall prey to those traps that would ensnare...lesser men"

"The force is nothing. Space Marines are more than mere men trained in some pretentious art, they are bred for war. Normal men are taken and augmented, surgically, psychologically and genetically. Possessed of abilities beyond mere human soldiers, equipped with various implants to increase his ability in warfare, he is fitter, stronger, faster, immune to poisons and diseases. Fear and pain need never touch them" The Inquisitor smirked.

"Regard for example, two hearts. A multi lung, added glands that allow for his ribcage to be fused into a solid wall of bone. The Black Carapace that facilitates interface with the Power Armour. You have nothing that can even equal the might of Imperial Adeptus Astartes."

"My arguments are essential in determining the extent and power of both your armed forces and your navy in service of the Emperor-made-Warmaster. He is, to us, the most learned and glorious man in all of creation and his military knowledge surpasses any known amongst Chronosians. We are a warlike people, skilled in its art and execution and that is why Palpatine has chosen us as his fist, as his equals, and as your superiors.

I come here to see how you might be shrived of your weakness, cleansed of your doubt. Rid of the dire taints that make you susceptible. We are the Warriors of the Gods, and while we ourselves embrace their power and their vices, we do not fall prey to those traps that would ensnare...lesser men"



OOC :
You calling us lesser men ???

IC :

"You seriously underestimate the force . The force binds us all together . By simply just cutting the connection , one will die . Our Dicter Warrior Commandoes are implanted with electronic strength manipulators which increases his strength a thousand times . He also has armor strong enough to withstand bolts from even a heavy laser tank ."

"If you still doubt this , we may have a short ... duel bewteen two of our warriors .Palpatine has not chosen you as his equal . You , like us are still under him . You speak words of treachery . This shall not be condoned . "

"And if you do not treat us as equals , we shall be forced to repay you the favour ."

OOC: Yeah, your troops don't have strength or armour to that extent, I'm going to take those comments as amusing boasts for posterity.

IC:

"The Force is nothing compared to the power of the Warp. This universe would exist without the force, life exists even in those not touched by its deviance. The Gods of Chaos rule the hearts of Men, they speak for our most deep desires. To embrace Chaos is to become superior to those who are slaves to their impulses, and to instead understand them.

The Emperor teaches that only by embracign the Gods shall mankind progress and become perfect beings, seizing the golden destiny of all Mankind. Dominance over all its inferiors. By the glory of the Strong are the weak purged, by the power of the Warp is mankind cleansed of Sin."

He chuckled softly. "The Imperium stands as equals to the Emperor Palpatine. We speak no heresies, we accept him as our brother in arms, but never shall Chronosians fall on bended knee to the Sith. There is understanding and respect between us, there is a brotherhood born of countless ages of kinship and alliance. We have fought and spilled blood together, an honour you have yet to share in. We are here to assess you and your compliance to Imperial Creed, your willingness to serve the Imperial War Machine.

I speak for the Emperor himself, and the Lord Emperor is Palpatine's equal. We shall not fight you here, nor shall we yet spill blood to enforce the dual will of the Emperors.

But you shall respect this delegation as a direct voice for your acting Superior, the divine Emperor Remiel. If not, then our business here shall quickly sour."

OOC: Yeah, your troops don't have strength or armour to that extent, I'm going to take those comments as amusing boasts for posterity.

IC:

"The Force is nothing compared to the power of the Warp. This universe would exist without the force, life exists even in those not touched by its deviance. The Gods of Chaos rule the hearts of Men, they speak for our most deep desires. To embrace Chaos is to become superior to those who are slaves to their impulses, and to instead understand them.

The Emperor teaches that only by embracign the Gods shall mankind progress and become perfect beings, seizing the golden destiny of all Mankind. Dominance over all its inferiors. By the glory of the Strong are the weak purged, by the power of the Warp is mankind cleansed of Sin."

He chuckled softly. "The Imperium stands as equals to the Emperor Palpatine. We speak no heresies, we accept him as our brother in arms, but never shall Chronosians fall on bended knee to the Sith. There is understanding and respect between us, there is a brotherhood born of countless ages of kinship and alliance. We have fought and spilled blood together, an honour you have yet to share in. We are here to assess you and your compliance to Imperial Creed, your willingness to serve the Imperial War Machine.

I speak for the Emperor himself, and the Lord Emperor is Palpatine's equal. We shall not fight you here, nor shall we yet spill blood to enforce the dual will of the Emperors.

But you shall respect this delegation as a direct voice for your acting Superior, the divine Emperor Remiel. If not, then our business here shall quickly sour."

OOC :
Nope , they do .

IC :

"We believe that your business here has no ill intents , or your business here will be rejected . And we make ourselves known clearly , we are not your playthings .

The Empire only acknowledges the Emperor as the overlord and respects him with all due respect . You are simply his mouthpiece . No more no less .

Our troops have the finest capibilities we can boast and they have been tested and used in combat to great measures of sucess ."

"We are the Emperor's hand and his fist to choke the life from the unworthy and the unclean. We are his crushing blow to lay low those who would defy his will, and sunder all who would oppose the Empire. The Emperor values us as verily an extension of his will, and supreme military commander of the Empire's forces.

While you might bow in political zealotry and religious fervour to the Emperor, your Military is subject to the will of the Warmaster. The Imperium has fought wars longer than you have traversed the stars, subjugated worlds before you had mastered fire, let alone space travel. We have spread the divine will of the Gods from one corner of the galaxy to the other, stood triumphant over the ruination of species and worlds.

We shall be the judge of your ability." A smirk crossed his sly features. "As is the Emperor's will."