NationStates Jolt Archive

The great ship idled at the border marches which lay between hallowed Chronosia and the Federal Union. It was an old vessel, forged in the purifying flames of Chronosia Secundus before the great Sith Wars, forged in an era where Hydran did not bend to the yoke of the Gods. It's hull had been marked in conflicts which had sundered the very fabric of existence. They had been different back then, not yet enlightened, still babes playing with the toys of their ancestors.

Marcus De Drakan had guided them to those moments, when the Union had known the Chronosian sting. Worlds had burned and been conquered, absorbed into an Imperium not even a shadow of its true potential. Much had changed since those fateful days. Alliances had come and gone, betrayals wrought and avenged. Now, the Union lay quiescent, abandoned and betrayed itself. The ship idled at this border, once armed and readied for the final apocalyptic war that would never come.

Reality split and sundered in carnal fury, the ships prow edging into the coruscating warp rift which its engines had conjured forth. Whispers echoed and danced across its surface, undulating upon the Gellar Field. Madness and insanity cavorted like lovers upon the brilliant skin of the ship, repelled and attracted in equal measure by the sanity-shattering runes etched into its gilded plates.

High above the Federal capital world, the vessel re-entered the womb of the Material realm, trailing a thousand shifting fragments of the nightmare realm from whence it had come. Daemonic after-echoes flitted and danced in their death-throes, the murder-fading which pulled them back to their own realm, whispers and ideas to sear into the unwitting minds of those far below.

A communication issued forth from the gleaming vessel, more akin to a rakish pleasure yaucht than a vessel of consummate war, a single message from the great ship identified as the Provider of Plentitudes.

This is the Chronosian vessel, Provider of Plentitudes. We carry the seal of the Emperor Remiel himself, Warmaster of the most august Galactic Empire. Long have we been idle in our acquaintances. The Lord of Lords requests only that his message be heard among the leaders of your people.

He asks only that you respect the sanctity of his messenger and the terms of this parley. Will you hear us, Unionists? Will you speak with us as men?

President logan him self had been witnessing the events unfolding above new-sol, Hundreds of ships from the Federation fleet gathered in salute, weapons unarmed, as a sign of respect with their gun ports open,Logan smiled his lips curling upwards on his smooth yet slightly toned face , he stood up pressing the holographic communications button in-front of him. His face appeared on the chronosian monitor, his hair was black and short cut, his eyes deep brown looking out in to the distance. He started to speak in a diplomatically pleasing voice.

“This is the president of the Terran Federation, we accept your proposal to talk , and do not be alarmed of the ships surrounding you, they are merely paying their respects, as we have been expecting you for quite some time now, you shall. Meet with me personally then the Senate later on, if this is satisfactory, I shall await you in my personal office”


The Federation was getting wary of constant affairs with its current allies, unbeknown to the person they put in charges as the leader of the military in that alliance they dissolved it, with out a vote from the Federation or any of the rest of the members, this had already put them on a higher alert than before. It has been several months since the UGF members decided to disband, and no word from any of the Union regular allies, it was getting a bit worrisome, military intelligence had detected nothing , but nothing could always be some thing. So the decision was made to re-formalize an alliance, with a willing chronosian empire to put the Federation first in survival. This was a semi popular move as the population of the UTF wanted a change from the bickering of its former allies to a more easy going protective alliance.


New sol was a jewel in space, as the ship orbited massive cities could be seen down bellow thousands of several KM high skyscrapers and archeologies clustered around massive central city areas, the clouds gently wisping over the blue oceans and green land masses, like tera it self .. it was a wonder orbiting space was more crowded than even earth hat times, with thousands upon thousands of ships satellites ,trading stations ports of call, and shuttles all travailing in different directions at once...