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Post by Emperor Ticoga on Feb 19, 2024 19:38:50 GMT -5
The time had come. As preparations on Arcose come to a close, and the civilian population removed from the frigid world and resettled on the emergency provision planet, Tempra, all that remained on Arcose were the Empire's armies. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers filling the streets and walls of the cities where once bustling civilians made their livelihoods. Computer systems had been backed up onto mobile stations and taken offworld, leaving only empty computers with all of their data erased, leaving absolutely nothing behind for any invaders to make use of. Claiming Arcose would give them only a frigid world, lifeless world.
Ticoga sat in the gilded throne of Arcose, his back straight as a needle, and his eyes filled with an intensity.
"Citizens of the Empire, and denizens of the Galaxy. I am Emperor Ticoga - Lord of the Arcosian Empire." he began in a smooth, deceptively deep voice for one of his small stature. For some, it would even send a chill up their spine. "I speak to you now with a simple message in mind. Let me not be misunderstood, and let this day not soon be forgotten."
Ticoga's eyes narrow.
"The Empire declares war against the Mazoku Clan of Planet Namek." he says in his clipped, military smooth tone. "This is due to multiple factors; most prevalent came to me as warning through a friend of Namek. Maxsuz Argin - I have been informed of you, and your desire to exterminate my people. You in particular shall expect to die when the armies of this Empire come to knock on your door. I shall tolerate NO THREATS made towards my people. You may consider yourself the final nail, that has driven down the damnation of the Mazoku Clan built under King Gandigan's name."
Ticoga regards the floating camera.
"King Marimba - know that this invasion will come one month from now. As Emperor, I offer you this warning as a matter of politeness between leaders. A King should stand informed." he continues. "It has also come to my attention that a Tuffle by the name of Sen - a cyborg - has proclaimed to have acted under my authority to attack you. My source that informed me of Maxsuz's threat has likewise informed me of Sen's involvement. Sen shall be punished - executed - for daring to take action using my authority, without having my permission to act at all. If you wish to avoid war, to avoid the destruction of your Clan, listen to me now, and take me deadly seriously..."
Ticoga's expression hardens.
"Execute Maxsuz Argin, and Sen - and deliver their heads to me on Arcose before one month has passed from now." he says with finality in his tone. "Should this demand go unheeded, I shall come to Namek, and the Mazoku Clan under your direct rule shall be no more. You have one month to decide your Clan's fate."
Ticoga's expression softens, but only slightly.
"With this declaration, I call on the mercenaries of the Galaxy. The Empire's power is great, and so too is our wealth. We shall pay well to ensure your time and power is well compensated." Ticoga continues. "This is not due to a lack of power on our part - but to be thorough in the destruction of the Empire's enemies. Should a mercenary claim the head of Maxsuz Argin or Sen, consider your fee doubled."
Ticoga stands up, clasping his hands behind his back, ensuring his confidence came through. And as his final two words play out, the recording will end.
"One month."
Ticoga sat in the gilded throne of Arcose, his back straight as a needle, and his eyes filled with an intensity.
"Citizens of the Empire, and denizens of the Galaxy. I am Emperor Ticoga - Lord of the Arcosian Empire." he began in a smooth, deceptively deep voice for one of his small stature. For some, it would even send a chill up their spine. "I speak to you now with a simple message in mind. Let me not be misunderstood, and let this day not soon be forgotten."
Ticoga's eyes narrow.
"The Empire declares war against the Mazoku Clan of Planet Namek." he says in his clipped, military smooth tone. "This is due to multiple factors; most prevalent came to me as warning through a friend of Namek. Maxsuz Argin - I have been informed of you, and your desire to exterminate my people. You in particular shall expect to die when the armies of this Empire come to knock on your door. I shall tolerate NO THREATS made towards my people. You may consider yourself the final nail, that has driven down the damnation of the Mazoku Clan built under King Gandigan's name."
Ticoga regards the floating camera.
"King Marimba - know that this invasion will come one month from now. As Emperor, I offer you this warning as a matter of politeness between leaders. A King should stand informed." he continues. "It has also come to my attention that a Tuffle by the name of Sen - a cyborg - has proclaimed to have acted under my authority to attack you. My source that informed me of Maxsuz's threat has likewise informed me of Sen's involvement. Sen shall be punished - executed - for daring to take action using my authority, without having my permission to act at all. If you wish to avoid war, to avoid the destruction of your Clan, listen to me now, and take me deadly seriously..."
Ticoga's expression hardens.
"Execute Maxsuz Argin, and Sen - and deliver their heads to me on Arcose before one month has passed from now." he says with finality in his tone. "Should this demand go unheeded, I shall come to Namek, and the Mazoku Clan under your direct rule shall be no more. You have one month to decide your Clan's fate."
Ticoga's expression softens, but only slightly.
"With this declaration, I call on the mercenaries of the Galaxy. The Empire's power is great, and so too is our wealth. We shall pay well to ensure your time and power is well compensated." Ticoga continues. "This is not due to a lack of power on our part - but to be thorough in the destruction of the Empire's enemies. Should a mercenary claim the head of Maxsuz Argin or Sen, consider your fee doubled."
Ticoga stands up, clasping his hands behind his back, ensuring his confidence came through. And as his final two words play out, the recording will end.
"One month."
WC: 589
