SOUTHERN REACHES
Approaching the Dominion
Dawn should have come, but there was only Darkness.
Such were the omens emanating from the southern reaches of the Galaxy. Whispers of midnight tidings stirring in the wings. A new power was forming: a vicious beast with fang and claw. And though many would rise to oppose it, it would sweep forth like a mighty flood. Such omens would typically be cause for concern. Caution, even. Yet, The One Above All did not unsheathe his blade. He did not muster his armies and ready for an inevitable clash. No. He opened his arms to greet the midnight like an old friend.
For this shadow was familiar. A welcome face amongst a sea of strangers. So it was that the Dominus sent forth his Emissary to bridge the gap of many years.
A humble starship danced between the stars in accordance to his will. The view from within was a blur of shimmering lights. Vynter stood, hands folded behind his back, as he awaited arrival at the destination. The reports from the Vulpes (Military Intelligence) were scarce. But what they did share was...concerning, in his opinion. In a word, those he journeyed to visit were fanatic about their cause. Devoted beyond measure. Brutal. Yet, his liege saw fit to send him into the den of lions.
Thy will be done, he mused silently.
In short order, his vessel reverted to realspace. The blur of the heavens became a tapestry of black, flecked with light. Yet the most striking sight was a world he had never visited before. Fiercely guarded by an armada he had never encountered before. The Emissary straightened his posture and waited. The hail chimed and came through on screen.
"Greetings. I am Vynter, Emissary of the Ascendancy. I have come on behalf of my liege, Dominus Isley Verd, to speak with your leader. I come in peace."
Whether decimation or approval awaited remained to be seen.
Such were the omens emanating from the southern reaches of the Galaxy. Whispers of midnight tidings stirring in the wings. A new power was forming: a vicious beast with fang and claw. And though many would rise to oppose it, it would sweep forth like a mighty flood. Such omens would typically be cause for concern. Caution, even. Yet, The One Above All did not unsheathe his blade. He did not muster his armies and ready for an inevitable clash. No. He opened his arms to greet the midnight like an old friend.
For this shadow was familiar. A welcome face amongst a sea of strangers. So it was that the Dominus sent forth his Emissary to bridge the gap of many years.
A humble starship danced between the stars in accordance to his will. The view from within was a blur of shimmering lights. Vynter stood, hands folded behind his back, as he awaited arrival at the destination. The reports from the Vulpes (Military Intelligence) were scarce. But what they did share was...concerning, in his opinion. In a word, those he journeyed to visit were fanatic about their cause. Devoted beyond measure. Brutal. Yet, his liege saw fit to send him into the den of lions.
Thy will be done, he mused silently.
In short order, his vessel reverted to realspace. The blur of the heavens became a tapestry of black, flecked with light. Yet the most striking sight was a world he had never visited before. Fiercely guarded by an armada he had never encountered before. The Emissary straightened his posture and waited. The hail chimed and came through on screen.
"Greetings. I am Vynter, Emissary of the Ascendancy. I have come on behalf of my liege, Dominus Isley Verd, to speak with your leader. I come in peace."
Whether decimation or approval awaited remained to be seen.