- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
Fallen Seraph recieves a distress call from his homeworld. Scattered communication reports indicate a ship of massive proportions has exited slipspace and entered orbit, transmitting only the ultimatum to stop their war factories, shut down their weapons facilities, and contact their emperor. The only identification it is giving the people is it's callsign, now a thing of legend:
Celer Manus Dei
Momentarily, a figure appears before Fallen Seraph, a soldier who holds himself as if he were an emperor himself. He is clad only in what appears to be an environmental suit, yet with strange markings upon it, and some devices you can not discern the function of. He is armed only with what appears to be a standard terran assault rifle, yet this too, appears odd in some fashion...
I am emissary for the acting Praetor, representative of the Jjarro. You are ordered to stand down immediately, and unconditionally. We will act on our own behalf to judge the fate of your empires, but you have upset the balances which have held intact for longer than either of your empires' existence. Any attempt at retaliation will be met with swift destruction from the offending party until neutralization is achieved.
A slight pause radiates through the room as potently as any further word spoken.
What say you?