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The Back Door (Closed, ATTN Chrono)

Huntaer
13-08-2008, 03:50
Shortly after Tip of the Ice Burg...

The H.S.S. Remiel De Draken exited from the Necrominus and re-entered into Chronosian space. It has been a long time since any Huntarian has been in this chaotic region of the Universe. At least not on a personal task. The other four Kirtir Lords get weary around the Chaos warriors, the only exception being Emperor Trilkan and Lord Vorman.

The De Draken hovered in space for a few moments, before descending towards the planet below, Chronisia Prime, and halted in orbit. It hovered again and awaited for further instruction's from it's commanding officer and the Chronosians.

"Standard Orbit achieved sir. The ship is in stand-by mode for teleportation."

The Captain nodded in acknowledgment of the Helmsman's report, "send word to the Lord. He'll want to know we're in orbit." Just as soon as those words came out of the captain's mouth, the room suddenly became cold and all which was warm now turned to cold metal.

::I've already teleported to the given coordinates... Captain.::

The Captain's eyes dilated and rapidly shrunk with fright from the whisper in his head. "Aye... M'Lord. We'll stay in stand-by mode until your meeting is complete. Shall we engage the Cloak?"

::No need, we're in allied territory right now. Though that does not excuse you from staying alert. Anything is possible with Chaos.::

Indeed it is... "Very well M'lord." I hate it when he does that too...

Meanwhile, the ghostly figure of Lord Vorman hovered outside the Chambers where he and Remiel had agreed to meet. Of course he could just barge right in, but he'd rather wait for permission to enter...
Chronosia
13-08-2008, 04:04
The Guards were tall, Astartes tall, gazing down upon the "Kirtir Lord." The Chronosians had never truly cared for whatever inane cultural distinction the Huntarians foisted upon the galaxy, recognising only the typical Sith-like rejection of what the Chronosians fully regarded as the destiny of all life in the galaxy. Still, one could not underestimate or disregard ones 'peers'. The Chronosians had, for ever so long, served as the Warmasters of the Galactic Empire, having once held and tossed away the tarnished bauble of Emperorhood.

Attaining it had been most enjoyable, the betrayal of the Sith and the Thrashians all in one stroke, moves still wondered at and grudges likely still held by both, but Remiel had come to view the seat of Coruscant as a sort of empty power, more suited to the equally mundane, civilisationally short-sighted forces of the Sith. The Chronosians were beyond such things now. Now they had ships trawling the galaxy for signs of the hated blood-foe that was the Coredians. They devoted themselves utterly to their faith, bound by the glory and the power of Remiel himself, blessed and lauded and marked by Gods.

They treated in veiled diplomacy across the whole of the galactic span, beyond into another similar collection of stars, worlds and cosmic wonders, they sent their troops forth to crush their foes while black clerics spread blasphemous creed across the void. Regarded by many as doomed to an inevitable death, an unspeakable betrayal by their black Gods or some cobbled together alliance of well-meaning, typically equally zealous, nations. For the moment, life was good.

It was good to be Chronosian.

The Guards regarded this pseudo-Sith with cold eyes from within their helmets, their great blades and bolters held ever at the ready, as though they were statuary more than idling guards.

"Enter." One hissed through vox-relay. "Our Lord awaits."

Remiel idled in a simple stone seat, set in the middle of a vast, almost cathedral like hall. The walls were marked by great murals of long-won victories. Mighty fleets clashed and frayed above the world of Kosse on one wall, while above them the Thrashian Betrayal was rendered in tragic glory amidst the cold vaccuum. More ground-level, martial combats were arrayed about them on the other walls, Remiel haloed and blood-smeared in the centre of one of them, an almost romantic cast of the Scion of Chaos.

"Ah, Lord Vorman. You honor me with your presence." Remiel's voice was soft, direct, a seductive whisper that well suited his near-perfect form. He eschewed armor here, clad in a scarlet robe edged in gold. A hand ornamented with stunning rings closed about a goblet, raising a fine wine to his pale flawless lips. "I would have you sit."
Huntaer
14-08-2008, 00:18
Vorman's yellow eyes darted across the hall as he walked down the corridor, slightly admiring the artistic representation of the battles. ::You honor me with yours, and I thank you for granting my request for an audience,:: came the hiss from Vorman's hood. While the gesture from Remiel to ask Vorman to sit was kinda moot for a Phantom, he sat anyways. He continued to gaze at the artistic display of battle on the Chronosian walls, ::an interesting hall you have here my Lord. I recognize those other ships. The, aaah... Thrashian betrayal is it not?::
Chronosia
14-08-2008, 00:30
"Indeed it is. The victory that was, in turn, the tool of my elevation to Emperor. Curt as that reign was." He chuckled, almost mirthlessly. "Still, one must honor even his most counterproductive victories. We achieved much that day, we set a standard that showed the place of the Chronosians in the grand scheme of things, that we...Safeguard a certain status quo.

My plans, such as they are, stretch across two galaxies and cannot afford to be interrupted by petty squabble and rebellion. It also showed gnats such as the Thrashians that the Chronosians cannot be trusted, cannot be conventionally bought or bargained with in terms of shiny bauble-like places of power in new orders."

He smiled, sipping his wine once more. "A defining moment. A glorious moment. One that has not seen its like in sheer duplicity, though often eclipsed in direct martial prowess. I enjoy this sanctum, Vorman, to relax amidst the old glories, now lost to us.

Where does the time go? How the ages and epochs seem to shift, while Coruscant remains, lapsed, unchanging. Most dull."
Huntaer
14-08-2008, 00:59
Vorman nodded, ::Indeed, your victory over the Thrashians will prove to be momentous in history of Chaos. However, I propose to you an even greater victory. I know of your quest against the Coredians and your dark crusade.:: Now it was to business, Vorman's eyes glowed brightly in the empty black space of his hood. ::Tell me, do you know of the recent plight the Coredian's faced on their planet Issus?::
Chronosia
20-08-2008, 03:38
"I do not know, nor do I care. I only care that they suffered and died as befits any lesser species that would defy the will of Chaos, the will of the Warmaster, and our beloved Emperor." He chuckled darkly, as if he didn't believe approximately one third of what he had just given voice to. "Why don't you tell me Vorman? Why don't you tell me what you came here to gloat over.

That would be proper, would it not? That would be honest. And we can be honest with one another, friends and allies as of old." A wry, dark chuckle. Could the Chronosians be said to be friends of any? Did they not glorify one of the greatest betrayals in the history of the Galactic Empire? Did they not revel in their reputations as kinslayers, deathdealers, tricksters and deceivers?
Huntaer
21-08-2008, 16:39
::Gloat?:: Vorman was slightly bemused by the comment, ::my dear warmaster, I never gloat except whilst using Dun Möch.:: Vorman brooded for a few moments, carefully choosing his words, ::aaah, but I suppose it would be considered gloating to some. Nonetheless,:: Vorman leaned forward, his glowing yellow eyes fixed on Remiel, ::we have successfully infiltrated the Coredian government. I have corrupted both of their minds using ancient Dark Side powers. Now, one of these agents has already been exposed, purposefully so that the Coredians might feel a false sense of security. We managed to drastically hurt Coredian morality in the process, by bombing their beloved city with one of their own Singularity devices.:: Vorman chuckled slightly at this, ::no doubt the Masaki you seek was very embarrassed that he had allowed a Kirtir Lord to infiltrate the highest level of their government. With any luck, my other contact will be able to instigate a quick little resistance from the people, demanding the Jedi give power back to the Senate. This is where you come in, should you agree,:: Vorman handed Remiel a list of possible locations to meet up with Vorman's contact, and a list of items, ::I will set up a meeting between you, or a representative of your choice, and deliver any of the requested daemonic items on the list.::

::Without a doubt, the feeble minds of the Senators and even some of the Jedi will hear the call of chaos. Just the call alone will be strong enough to bribe them to our loyalty without having to resort to Credits or Imperial Dollars, for the Woodians would likely go in and investigate any sudden increase of pocket money with the senators.::
Chronosia
10-09-2008, 00:55
"Any hurt against Daniel Masaki is a blessing, any news of a blow against the rebels is as music to my ears. You come to boast, and rightly so, for you bear the tidings of glorious unrest. True Chaos." Remiel's pale features twisted into a grin as he rose. "Most impressive. You warm my heart with such tales.

What remains is to drive the filth into the open, to cast the cleansing light upon him that he might be seared by it. Masaki hides and cowers like a coward with his precious people. Soon, we will have them, and the fates shall provide me with what I have waited for.

I shall taste his life, and his death shall be the catalyst...A new age beckons, Vorman. A golden age for the Empire and an epoch of triumph for Chronosia. The Gods will annoint me, and I shall arise, glorious in my apotheosis. I shall split the very heavens with my rebirth.

When such time comes, it would benefit you to stand at the right hand of a God."
Huntaer
04-11-2008, 23:04
Vorman closed his eyes in a meditative stance, ::yessss...:: came his hissing voice, ::I foresee a glorious future for your people, though I hardly see the Huntarian Empire completely at your side.:: Vorman opened his eyes and narrowed them, ::the only way we can make it so is if certain figures within my government were... Removed. So long as the ancient Kirtir blood lines remain in positions to take over the throne, I cannot promise to be at your side forever for they prefer the prowess of the Sith over the gifts of Chaos. They must be eliminated, replaced by new fresh blood who will be more open to... Suggestions.::