NationStates Jolt Archive


The Imperium swells; a day of triumph

Chronosia
31-10-2006, 13:58
"Spread across countless worlds, encompassing numerous human civilisations, the Chronosian Imperium continues to swell in its efforts to bring the purity of Chaos to all the sons of Terra. Humanity remains fractured, disparate, embracing craven idols and false prophets. We bring an end to that! A cleansing fire to weed out the true causes of heresy and suffering. The Gods of Chaos deny their followers nothing, instead rewarding them beyond known imagination. How can one deny the Gods who bring gifts and rewards to their servants while others offer merely empty and soulless rhetoric?

The Divine Emperor, Remiel De Drakan, in his infinite mercy, has declared this day a day of celebration! The adepts of the Administratum have completed the most recent Imperial census! 8 Billion souls now encompassed with the Imperium proper! The Emperor has declared this day a day of feasting and celebration that the warplight of the Gods touches so many souls.

Yet we must also steel ourselves! Each world within the Imperium must muster its Guardsmen, each Legion must rally its newest recruits from the Feral and Death Worlds of the Imperium! Our enemies are ever present; the vileness of the alien, the unbelief of the heresy! These things are cancers within our noble institution, for none are so blessed as we, we who embrace the Gods! Rejoice, brethern! Triumph is upon us! For if 8 billion souls bend knee to the glory of Chaos, what is to stop the rest of the Galaxy, nay the Universe, from joining us in our supplication!"

-Celebratory Leaflets dispersed across the worlds of the Imperium, by order of his divine Majesty, the Emperor Remiel De Drakan, Chosen of Chaos
The Humankind Abh
31-10-2006, 18:48
From the furthest reaches of the Imperium, a message was sent. That message was from those that had little contact with chaos and the contents of the message would most likely be somewhat confusing regarding intentions.

Upon reception, an image of the fortieth emperor of the Abh Empire appeared with his golden crown glinting from the lighting in the throne room. His pointed ears poked out from underneath thick blue hair. The robes of the Emperor merely covered over a Star Forces uniform but the long train could not be seen from projection. A crystal glass with a spiral stem was lifted up with the clear liquid bubbling ever so slightly. Debeusec smiled slightly. "A congratulations and toast to the Imperium for the people's good fortune and health. Also to their Lord Remiel, a life everlasting."

The image folded in on itself and disappeared. End of transmission.