Copenhaghenkoffenlaugh
24-05-2007, 05:46
Well, it kinda happened like this:
First off, Feronen, leader of the Copen Protectorate, had been killed by Miehman troops by accident. His death had been covered up by his second, Hamarande, Elder of the Yautja, who had been the cause of his accidental death. Well, much time had passed since that event, and people were beginning to wonder what had happened to their popular leader. He would normally appear in regularly scheduled rallies to boost citizen and troop morale and promote the destruction of the Chronosian Imperium, but since his prolonged absense due to 'health problems' had lasted almost an entire year, the people had grown uneasy.
And thus, we begin our story...
Copenhaghenkoffenlaugh
"Who do we want?!"
"Feronen!
"When do we want him?"
"NOW!"
A massive rally of several hundred thousand citizens of the Protectorate were gathered around the Congressional Hall where the Senate convened every other Thursday. The entire city had come to a standstill as those who normally operated the city were all convened around said building. Several hundred troops had been stationed near the entrance to the building to disuade the civilians from trying to force entry into the building and, thus far, the tactic had worked.
However, the crowd had started to become unruly, and the troops were occasionally pelted by toilet paper rolls, small rocks, bottles, and Beanie Babies. They'd even had to force a few of the more daring protestors away from the entrance as they rushed the guards to try and knock them over and enter into the building. Each time had failed thus far, but the number of daring protestors was growing with each attempt, and the troops had begun to be more forceful with their retaliations, occasionally pushing them down the stairs to the building entrance, and some had even bludgeoned the ones that had broken through, knocking them senseless so that another guard could drag them away and give them to paramedics who had been on site since the beginning of the protest.
Inside the Congressional Hall, things weren't looking too pretty, either. Hamarande was surrounded by the many member-representatives of the Protectorate as they questioned him about Feronen's whereabouts. Amongst the interrogators, Feronen's second son, Fironen, waited silently, interjecting comments here and there.
"When was the last time you saw him?"
"Where did he go?"
"What's this so-called 'health problem' he has?"
Hamarande was being overwhelmed by numerous questions as each time he tried to answer, another question arose. Finally, after becoming the epitome of a boiling tea kettle, the Elder Yautja stood up and issued a deafening roar, silencing the Congressional Representatives.
"Please! One at a time!" The poor creature rubbed at the bridge of his nose, and his mandibles noticeably clicked together here and then. "I can only take so many questions at once. Now, as I've said before, Feronen has retired to a private estate for a short duration and will return sometime-"
"You said that six monthes ago!" An Eldar representative had stood forth at her station, and her aids had stood with her, encouraging her and concurring with her.
"I know what I said, Miss Karchel," replied Hamarande. "And I assure you that he will return to us when he is feeling better."
A Protoss representative stood forth now. "Then what does he have that we can not cure? Surely our healthcare system is beneficial enough to aid him."
"He did not specify the details to me," retorted the Elder. "All I can say is that he-"
"That he's not really sick, is he?" The new voice made everyone quiet. Fironen, having sat in the shadows for sometime now, finally stood forth from them. However, it seemed as if the shadows were trying to follow him. "My father has not been ill in many years, Elder Hamarande," he continued. "And because of his immortality, he can not become ill, either. I can sense that you're lying."
Hamarande slammed his fist on his pedastal. "How dare you challenge my information!" His mandibles were spread out in anger, and his eyes were turned down in an equally defining expression. "What gives you the gall to call me a liar?!"
Fironen stared down the angry Yautja with calm, but furious expression. "I am his son, and I know him best," he calmly retorted. "That's what gives me the right." The young-looking Fironen then stepped down from his position and began walking towards Hamarande. "I smell the death of an immortal on your body, Hamarande, and it smells like my father. I know you killed him, you nevershi." Fironen stopped some twelve feet from Hamarande's position. "You traitorous nevershi."
Fironen's words sunk into the Yautja's mind like a large boulder sinks into the ocean: hard and fast. It wasn't long before the Yautja had cleared the distance between the pedastal and his accuser, and his wrist blades were extended to full length. "You insolent whelp!"
What happened next was invisible to the naked eye. Just as the wrist blades were about to make contact, Fironen had ducked underneath the blow, throwing a series of crushing punches to the Yautja's abdomen. Before the blows even had time to register in Hamarande's mind, Fironen had moved behind the slower combatant, throwing a spinning kick to his opponent's kidneys. Once finished, he threw a final punch to the back of Hamarande's head, effectively sending the Yautja careening through the air to slam into the steps in front of Fironen's hiding place.
The Yautja was dead. Plain and simple.
Fironen then stepped up to the center pedastal, and addressed the entire chamber, who were still dumbstruck by the unseen movements that had killed their Chancellor-pro-tempor.
"This filth's treachery show's just how untrustworthy I find you xenos," he said bluntly. "I hereby declare the Protectorate disolved, and that all non-humans be purged." Upon those words, Fironen clicked his fingers.
The room was suddenly full of soldiers bearing both the banners of Zeon and Chaos, each man armed to the teeth with multiple weapons. Some were already covered in the blood of various species, and they reeked of death. One of the soldiers had been carrying a camera and had been filming and broadcasting the events that had taken place to the universe.
"And with this final show of slaughter, I hereby declare the official disbanding of the Protectorate," he said with a devious grin. "And I hereby establish the first true Zeon Empire, and pledge my total fealty to the Chronosian Imperium of Man. For the Dark Gods!"
And what took place after these words could only be described as the most horrid slaughter in the history of the Copen Galaxy. Across the galaxy, Zeon sleeper cells burst forth from their hiding places and began to lay waste to the non-human population of the galaxy. They butchered children and adults with equal vigour and malice, hanging their bloody corpses in sacrifice to Khorne. The Protoss and Eldar, who were keenly in tune with their psionic energies, were sacrificed to Tzeentch. Massive epidemics plagued entire city-worlds as the populace died slowly in mass sacrifice to Nurgle, and those who worshiped Slaanesh...it is best left unmentioned as to what they did to their sacrifices...
First off, Feronen, leader of the Copen Protectorate, had been killed by Miehman troops by accident. His death had been covered up by his second, Hamarande, Elder of the Yautja, who had been the cause of his accidental death. Well, much time had passed since that event, and people were beginning to wonder what had happened to their popular leader. He would normally appear in regularly scheduled rallies to boost citizen and troop morale and promote the destruction of the Chronosian Imperium, but since his prolonged absense due to 'health problems' had lasted almost an entire year, the people had grown uneasy.
And thus, we begin our story...
Copenhaghenkoffenlaugh
"Who do we want?!"
"Feronen!
"When do we want him?"
"NOW!"
A massive rally of several hundred thousand citizens of the Protectorate were gathered around the Congressional Hall where the Senate convened every other Thursday. The entire city had come to a standstill as those who normally operated the city were all convened around said building. Several hundred troops had been stationed near the entrance to the building to disuade the civilians from trying to force entry into the building and, thus far, the tactic had worked.
However, the crowd had started to become unruly, and the troops were occasionally pelted by toilet paper rolls, small rocks, bottles, and Beanie Babies. They'd even had to force a few of the more daring protestors away from the entrance as they rushed the guards to try and knock them over and enter into the building. Each time had failed thus far, but the number of daring protestors was growing with each attempt, and the troops had begun to be more forceful with their retaliations, occasionally pushing them down the stairs to the building entrance, and some had even bludgeoned the ones that had broken through, knocking them senseless so that another guard could drag them away and give them to paramedics who had been on site since the beginning of the protest.
Inside the Congressional Hall, things weren't looking too pretty, either. Hamarande was surrounded by the many member-representatives of the Protectorate as they questioned him about Feronen's whereabouts. Amongst the interrogators, Feronen's second son, Fironen, waited silently, interjecting comments here and there.
"When was the last time you saw him?"
"Where did he go?"
"What's this so-called 'health problem' he has?"
Hamarande was being overwhelmed by numerous questions as each time he tried to answer, another question arose. Finally, after becoming the epitome of a boiling tea kettle, the Elder Yautja stood up and issued a deafening roar, silencing the Congressional Representatives.
"Please! One at a time!" The poor creature rubbed at the bridge of his nose, and his mandibles noticeably clicked together here and then. "I can only take so many questions at once. Now, as I've said before, Feronen has retired to a private estate for a short duration and will return sometime-"
"You said that six monthes ago!" An Eldar representative had stood forth at her station, and her aids had stood with her, encouraging her and concurring with her.
"I know what I said, Miss Karchel," replied Hamarande. "And I assure you that he will return to us when he is feeling better."
A Protoss representative stood forth now. "Then what does he have that we can not cure? Surely our healthcare system is beneficial enough to aid him."
"He did not specify the details to me," retorted the Elder. "All I can say is that he-"
"That he's not really sick, is he?" The new voice made everyone quiet. Fironen, having sat in the shadows for sometime now, finally stood forth from them. However, it seemed as if the shadows were trying to follow him. "My father has not been ill in many years, Elder Hamarande," he continued. "And because of his immortality, he can not become ill, either. I can sense that you're lying."
Hamarande slammed his fist on his pedastal. "How dare you challenge my information!" His mandibles were spread out in anger, and his eyes were turned down in an equally defining expression. "What gives you the gall to call me a liar?!"
Fironen stared down the angry Yautja with calm, but furious expression. "I am his son, and I know him best," he calmly retorted. "That's what gives me the right." The young-looking Fironen then stepped down from his position and began walking towards Hamarande. "I smell the death of an immortal on your body, Hamarande, and it smells like my father. I know you killed him, you nevershi." Fironen stopped some twelve feet from Hamarande's position. "You traitorous nevershi."
Fironen's words sunk into the Yautja's mind like a large boulder sinks into the ocean: hard and fast. It wasn't long before the Yautja had cleared the distance between the pedastal and his accuser, and his wrist blades were extended to full length. "You insolent whelp!"
What happened next was invisible to the naked eye. Just as the wrist blades were about to make contact, Fironen had ducked underneath the blow, throwing a series of crushing punches to the Yautja's abdomen. Before the blows even had time to register in Hamarande's mind, Fironen had moved behind the slower combatant, throwing a spinning kick to his opponent's kidneys. Once finished, he threw a final punch to the back of Hamarande's head, effectively sending the Yautja careening through the air to slam into the steps in front of Fironen's hiding place.
The Yautja was dead. Plain and simple.
Fironen then stepped up to the center pedastal, and addressed the entire chamber, who were still dumbstruck by the unseen movements that had killed their Chancellor-pro-tempor.
"This filth's treachery show's just how untrustworthy I find you xenos," he said bluntly. "I hereby declare the Protectorate disolved, and that all non-humans be purged." Upon those words, Fironen clicked his fingers.
The room was suddenly full of soldiers bearing both the banners of Zeon and Chaos, each man armed to the teeth with multiple weapons. Some were already covered in the blood of various species, and they reeked of death. One of the soldiers had been carrying a camera and had been filming and broadcasting the events that had taken place to the universe.
"And with this final show of slaughter, I hereby declare the official disbanding of the Protectorate," he said with a devious grin. "And I hereby establish the first true Zeon Empire, and pledge my total fealty to the Chronosian Imperium of Man. For the Dark Gods!"
And what took place after these words could only be described as the most horrid slaughter in the history of the Copen Galaxy. Across the galaxy, Zeon sleeper cells burst forth from their hiding places and began to lay waste to the non-human population of the galaxy. They butchered children and adults with equal vigour and malice, hanging their bloody corpses in sacrifice to Khorne. The Protoss and Eldar, who were keenly in tune with their psionic energies, were sacrificed to Tzeentch. Massive epidemics plagued entire city-worlds as the populace died slowly in mass sacrifice to Nurgle, and those who worshiped Slaanesh...it is best left unmentioned as to what they did to their sacrifices...