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-------Message from Dragona high council------
------- To leader of the Empire of the Voidtemplar------
We would lke to arange a meeting in the Alker nebular to discuse an issue that requires your attention to minise the destabolizeation of ISIS. Please respond ASAP, we will have a super destroyer waiting in the nebular to commence the meeting.

Egerly waiting your responce
high council member Turok.

To: The Dragonan High Council
From: Void Templar Military Command
The cruiser Mako is already in the system. Commisar D'kao is onboard, he will act as our envoy.

The small cruiser sideled up to the larger battlecruiser and requested permission to beam aboard.

The Super destroyer Avan was waiting in the nebula. As the cruiser apraoched one of the heavy guns tracked it before it was identified. The request was acepted and a small sequrity squad stood ready in the transporter room to lead the deligates to the conferance room.

Three men appeared, with commissar D'kao (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/2/25/Gaunt.jpeg) stood in the middle.
"I am Lord Commissar Militant D'kao." He bowed, then chuckled and said "It'll sounds cliche, but... take me to your leader."

"Right this way sir, the high council is waiting for you in the conferance room." said one of the troops, trurning and leading the comisar thrugh a series of coridors, down 3 floors in a turbo lift and along another 3 coridors into the conferance room where he and his men stood guard.

Once they had entered the conferance room the heads of the council turned (most of whom were useing holopads to be present), aswel as that of the emporer.

"Ah comisar, welcome aboard the Avus. Please, sit. There is much to discuss and little time left in witch to do so." said the holographic emporer, gesturing to the chair oposite his on the wide round table.

The commissar bowed and removed his hat, revealing a shaved head and a number of bionic implants.
"My lord emperor. I assume you have called me here because of the situation on X45S. I assure you, forces are en route to quell the situation. Your forces are not alone, and the security of ISIS is not threatened." He sat down gingerly, before taking a small device from an inside pocket and placing it on the table.
"A hologramtic proection device. If you need to consult the Admiral Militant or Lady Tara, I will open a channel."

"Thank you, perhapse thoe you should do so at your own discresion. Anyway, I have not called you here because of the situation with these 'Space zombies', but for matters that involve the very fabric of ISIS. Tell me comisar, how much do you know of the recent movements of our fleets on the neutralzone boarder with SithTyranguine?" said the emporer after returning the bow.

"Reports say your forces have been massing there. A number of naval groups, along with transports." He leaned onto the table. "Tell, me, Lord Emperor, is there anything I should know?"

"Well firstly, you seem to have missed the shriking of the neutral zone. Also yes, there is. The reason you are here is because I am abut to declair war on the Chupakabra and thaught you might like the chance to masacer a few systems. Of course all this is with the councels backing." the emporer said to murmers of agreement from the council members.

"I could not decide. That would have to go to the queen, then to the Houses... I will send a message now." He pressed a few buttons on the communicator and after a moment, Queen Tara's image appeared above the dome shaped objected wearing a sleep robe.
"There must be a good reason for this, D'kao."
"I will leave it to the Dragonan Emperor to explain, m'lady."
The image turned to face the emperor.
"Well, fellow?"

"I am abut to declair war on the Chupakabra and thaught you might like the chance to masacer a few systems. I have already declaired a trade embargo on them. They should know better than to insult the ruler of thier larger and more powerful protecterate neighbour.

If you do not aid us in the fight then might I ask that you do not involve yourself with the Chupakabra, they are hardly deserving of your help afterall."
The emporer replyed.

Tara sighed.
"My lord, the Chupakabrans are a legal member of ISIS, much like the Boratnians and the Templians, as much as I hate them. You will need more than petty insults to justify a full invasion force. If you desire to declare war without a reason such as terrorism, one of you would have to be removed from the ISIS treaty, according to clause 7. However, if you could find a reason, I would be more than willing to aid you. If you cannot... Contact me again." The signal cut out.
"Well, there you have it." D'kao muttered evenly.

"Hmm, a shme indeed. It would seem that for now they are safe, but the embargo remains in place. You may tell the good empress that our fury shall not be worn away by the ravages of time and that our wrath is only posponed, even thoe ISIS prevnts this war, that will not stop the war. Eventualy they will feel our wrath, with or with out your suport." the emporer said, his hologram deactivating, indicating the ending of the meeting.

The commissar nodded to the assembled Dragona and was teleported off the ship. Back onboard the Mako, he told the ensign to head to the Donow, in orbit above Crysaira. He would need to report.

The Avan turned and began to glide back out of the nebula, activating a hyperspace window (http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=jqyC-MI3wYU&feature=related) due to the transwarp interferance from the nebula. It would be needed to reinforce the boarder patrols.

Meanwhile the emporer opened a comm channle to Tara with the intention of trying to convinse her other wise. Thinking it unwise however he resighned himself to telling her the fact they had no other reasons for war.

The comm channel flicked open, showing Tara dressed in battle gear wielding vicious looking Tekagi-shuko.
"I take it that you did not find a reason?" Without waiting for an answer, she continued. "I'm sending some co-ordinates, follow them. When you arrive, saend out a localized hail and wait. I'll answer."
The communicator swapped the image for a galactic map, with the flashing co-ordinate beacon way out about the southern edge of Templar territory. It was unmarked on the map, and was not in any of the Dragonan maps.

The emporer noded to tara and presed a button on his wrist gauntlet. Instantly he was beamed aboard the D.E.S. Empak ra (divine light class) witch instantly entered the co-ordinates and transwarped to them.

2 hours later the ship droped out of FTL and sent the localised hail and sat in the blackness of space awaiting a responce.

A great shape appeared from space in front of them, from inbetween the great floating slivers of ice. A huge, but sleek, supercarrier, armed to the teeth.
"Welcome to Crysalia, Emperor. This is the Donow. We'll beam you aboard." There was a flash on board the Empak'ra and the emperor and two of his guards found themselves in a great hall, sat at one end of a huge long table made of gold, with Tara at the other side.
"Hello, fellow. So, didn't find any reasons to attack?"

"No. But your not telling me you made me endure a 2 hour transwarp jump just to answer that with you carrier, nice ship by the way, very sleek, I like sleek." the emporer said, siting at the table with out being asked.

"Of course I'm not. Oh, but where are my manners? Help yourself to any of the food and drink on the table. Now then. The Void is a rather unstable place. Everyone wants to fight everyone and frankly, its all I can do to stop them from doing so. A war would give us a common enemy and lessen hostilities. In fact, I'm willing to help you. If you so wish, I can stage a terrorrist attack on one of your cities. Nothing major, just some bomb threats by 'Chupakabran' activisits. What do you say?"

"hmmmmmm. I like your style, this could be the start of a beautiful friendship between us two." the emporer said, eating a chicken wing he continued "Very well your highness, you are free to do so, provided that you do not kill citizens."

"Very well. We shall stage the attack soon. Is there a cityship and a member of government we could commit the fake attack against?

"Funny you should ask that actuly. Theres a high inquisiter thats been agravating me for some time in Pek'la. He is Inquisiter Bulror'er and has infact been openly hostile to our alliance for some time. Have him killed if you want, I couldn't care less, aslong as it doesn't get out that I was involved."

Tara smiled.
"Don't worry, it won't."
---TWO DAYS LATER, PEK'LA---
A figure scurried through the shadows. She walked straight past two guards, the Dragonans not even moving their heads. Her powers served well, he thought to herself. She stepped through the main section now, her target visible in front of her. The High Inquisitor sat in his office, paperwork in a heap in front.
A dagger flew into the gap between his eyes. Then, Nexus (http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z107/Kain1235/Nexus.jpg) began her job. Taking a note, written by a Chupakabran turncoat in the Chupakabran language, she placed it on the desk. It was a list of fictional demands. Then, she strapped a bomb to the dead Inquisitor's chest. She pressed a few buttons so the timer read 01:00. She smashed her fist into a red button on the desk, setting off an alarm. Job well done, she left the cityship, beamed onboard the Stealth Fighter that dropped her off.