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[Tales of the Diarchy]

Prelude to War

Location: Dubrillion
Tags: Tashsi Qsa Darth Reign

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The table had been set. A meeting between the two most powerful warlords on the war torn planet of Bescane, and the diplomatic leadership of The Diarchy.

The location of this “peace summit” was selected as the neutral planet of Dubrillion, to avoid any potential foul play.

At the landing pad, two men stood. The first, a large brick house of a man in a pressed imperial uniform was commander Sel Draak, a former imperial officer and the man who held Bescane’s capital city in his grip.

The second, a skinny but cunning looking man, dressed in what could be considered royal robes, was Warlord Kal Voss. Voss viewed himself as the rightful ruler of Bescane and was as close to it as could be. The most powerful of the warlords, he held the industrial works and utilized them to fuel his endless wars against the other claimants.

Looking at the bigger man, Voss said with disdain “This is to be a meeting of the powerful Draak, what’s a slug like you doing here?”

Looming over him, the big man replied “exactly what you said, you sniveling coward, this is a meeting of the powerful.”

The men glared at each other for a moment, before a protocol droid beckoned them inside.

“Please gentlemen, follow me, the High Chancellor is expecting you”

begrudgingly, the two men followed, whispering while they did.
“who does this ‘high chancellor’ think he is, summoning us here. Too big for his britches I think”
“It’s a sad day when I agree with you, I’ve never heard of this ‘Diarchy’ another group wanting to take what’s mine.”

 

[Tashsi Qsa]

Prelude to War​

Location: Dubrillion
Tags: Darth Reign , Tales of the Diarchy .

The double doors were open, leading the two men to the oppressive room in front of them. The negotiations room was unnaturally darkened, only illuminated by the red fire of the torches stuck on the wall. At the center of it, a long rectangular table, a chair on each of the two further extremities. After the bickering warlords' eyes were able to adapt to the cold, silent ambient, they could see a third person, already in the room, sat on a chair placed in the middle of the other chairs' relative position. The High Chancellor, no doubt, covered by a obsidian-black puid cloak in such a manner that only the glowing of his green eyes could be seen. At his right hand, a Speaker's Staff from the days of the Old Republic, still pristine, marked by the Chancellor's skelectical pale fingers.

"Greetings, Commander Sel Draak, Warlord Kal Voss. I am High Chancellor Qsa, representative of The Diarchy", the cloaked figure slowly gave a nod to both men, his rusty voice echoing through the room, ever-present, calm as if a powerful thunder conceded into being turned into a leaf. No matter how it appears, the essence still remains. The permissive, light, even sympathetic tone of the negotiator hides the demanding, powerful and cynical mannerisms of an ancient Lord. "Please, take your seats. We have much to discuss".

"From what I understand, both of you gentlemen have been waging a planet-wide war where no one's truly the victor. Every territory or benefit one takes is respectively lost due to the other's retaliation. Meanwhile, while the war is waged and thousands of lives are lost, the people grow discontent. You see, your species has a natural instinct claiming for order, for control over their destiny. And this is what we're offering you. Order over chaos. Control over the imminent rebellion that will take place when your subjects finally realise the enemy soldiers fighting the war aren't so different, in truth. Control over the planet, together. As a Diarchy, under our protection. We can, and we will offer you the means to exert everlasting change over the planet. Technology, achievements beyond your comprehension. A way of making the populace eternally loyal to your Diarchy. Immortality", the last word was enforced, passing slowly through the High Chancellor's tongue, an affable smile on his face. He took a pause, looked deeply into the eyes of each man, and then continued.

"We only ask a humble favour in turn: cease the war, and accept The Diarchy's sovereignty."

"Well, what do you think?"​

 

[Darth Reign]

Darth Reign had many preparations to make, so while he sat in the command center on The Dominus, he observed High Chancellor Tashsi Qsa at work. The Anzat was an advisor to his father, for as long as Reign could remember, and while there seemed to be something lurking beneath the surface, Reign trusted the other man.

The Diarch tried to get a read on the two men in the negotiations, however, all he felt was pride and anger. Unsure how the negotiations would go, he set about preparing his forces for a potential assault on the planet.

Tales of the Diarchy Tashsi Qsa

 

[Tales of the Diarchy]

The two men entered the darkened room. Taking their seats at either end of the tables.

They listened to the odd “High Chancellor’s”demands. Each of the Warlords faces growing hard at the mention of the loss of sovereignty.

“Let me understand this plainly” Voss said, his tone practically a snarl “you want me to give up MY claim on Bastion, a world that is rightfully mine, to ‘rule’ side by side with this cretin? And I use RULE sarcastically. We would subject to you wouldn’t we?”

he surveyed the room. Glaring daggers at the ancient High Chancellor, and smirking at the Imperial officer opposite him.

Draak for his part, slammed his large hands on the table. Saying “Me and my men would be dead in the ground before we would submit to some far
off Lord and his lackey. Besides that, what need do I have to listen to this? It’s offensive that you think I would bow to you. Especially just to rule side by side with this conniving worm”

Tashsi Qsa

 

[Tashsi Qsa]

Prelude to War​

Location: Dubrillion
Tags: Darth Reign Tales of the Diarchy


The Anzat smiled. Not a cordial smile, but merely a curious one. The arrogant insects deemed themselves superior. Relevant. They were clueless to what was in front of them. If only they knew, if only they had any idea of what the High Chancellor is. He, who controlled the shadows. He, who woke up the galaxy's most unnerving, sadist beasts. His pale right hand forced its grip on the Scepter. Tahshi Qsa got up, and looked right to the Warlord's eyes. If he only could, if the Diarchs permitted him, he could vaporise them. Such insignificant people wouldn't even deserve to be preyed upon. But of course, Kakus' curse once more limited him to insignificance.

The Warlord, though... He was, no doubt, the one with the most ego. His laughable clothes showed this clearly to him.

"Warlord Kal Voss, you're a man of taste. A sensible man. I can respect that. Your royal presence gives us much to ponder, while the brute on the other side disgusts me. I believe we may come to an agreement", the Jester said, making his way to reach the Warlord. His black robes reach the ground, and the old Anzat seemed as if he was floating on the ground, instead of walking. With a wave of his hand, the Imperial Commander froze, stuck there, unable to resist the Sith Magic of Mind Control. "The Diarchy's army has the ability to put an end to this war. We won't ask of you to join us in our war effort against the Imperial cretin. No, what we offer is much more than that: retreat. The Diarchy will take care of this war for you, and when it's finished, the planet will be yours to rule. You may be free to enforce your order, which is what we sincerely want the most. You may even kill the -oh so disciplined- commander right now: the boy can't even move. But I beg of you: accept our help"

The High Chancellor approached the Warlord, raising his pale left hand, waiting for his handshake to seal the pact. Through the dark robes, the Warlord finally could see the parasite's face, his wide smile, his gentle, caring look. "It is the best offer you have ever received, and you know it".

 

[Tales of the Diarchy]

Draak was besides himself, though he couldn’t move, his mind worked frantically at what he was hearing. That worm Voss was being offered outside help! If he could move right now he would strangle them both! If he made it out of here alive, he would need to fortify that much more. Make them bleed for every foot they gained.

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Voss looked at the decrepit being in front of him, looking more like the specter of death than a high chancellor of anything.
Looking at his rival frozen there, eyes wide, an idea formed in the Warlord’s head. He could let Draak run, he’d fortify his position, and give this “Diarchy” a fight. While his enemy was engaged, he could sweep in, and destroy them both! Let the Diarchy be weakened and then he’d have sole control of the planet!

Looking at the outstretched hand, he shook it, saying “I will take your offer High Chancellor, but no, let us not kill this relic of the past. I want him to see each block taken, each one of his men that falls. And at the end of the day, I want him to know it was me who took it from him”

Tashsi Qsa

 

[Ryu Jung]

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Tashsi Qsa Darth Reign

Ryu wanted it on record that he was the one who proposed the plan to Darth Reign before calling the meeting. Sure the Lord High Chancellor is an old associate of his master who was responsible with high-end administrative duties who also knew his master's father and yes it was his master who even had the resources to organize the meeting in the first place, but Ryu insisted that he take part alongside the High Chancellor.

Rather than lead the 'negotiations,' Ryu was given command of the security detail. In reality, his authority was decorative, a title that made him walk around the facility without needing to be hassled by personnel while giving him a courtesy befitting of his efforts. Ryu was angrily walking from the security center down to the meeting to make his presence known and see if he could find an opportunity to insert himself into the 'negotiations.' To see if there was any chance that he could take part.

The reality was, no not really. But he really wanted to feel included. The doors opened to the negotiations and Ryu had walked in on the High Chancellor playing with his food. The young sith didn't know why they didn't just kill them right here and now. it's not like anyone would find out for a while, their forces would have enough time to prepare. He stood beside the door with an upright posture but dissatisfaction was written across his face for all to see.

 

[Tashsi Qsa]

Prelude to War​

Location: Dubrillion
Tags: Darth Reign Tales of the Diarchy

Oh, how foolish they were. Not only both of them, for not using the superiority of the Diarchy at their will, then to subvert it in the future, but the Diarchy itself for not making a surprise attack, without apparent motive or time to prepare. They were all moved by the rapid, desperate perspective of humans, not of other, more wise creatures. Not of Anzati -not of gods. As all human thing, imperfect as they all are, their action must be inherently flawed, as was Sith Lord Kakus' plan to imprison the High Chancellor. This was a reminder for the Anzati to be very patient, more than he can ever afford to. Humans, after all, can't possibly see through one or two generations after their death, and Anzati -Anzati are immortal. He will be the Anzat Victorious, the Emperor of a new era of darkness and comsumption, even if it is, as it most certainly will, the last thing the galaxy will see.

"Very well. Even when peace was at the grasp of your little hands, you still chose war, Commander Draak, you still chose war. War is what you will get, and I will not stop until your name is forgotten by this sad, insignificant planet. Your people will understand true power, and once they see how their Imperial Warlord can be transformed into a million grains of salt by a single, angry gesture, then they will have a grasp of one percent of the Diarchy's unlimited, undisturbed, unforgetable power." what begun in a calm tone, rapidly converted itself into a preaching of despair. The Anzat's voice gained the grandeur and sovereignty of a true god, and became as strong as thunder, echoing through the room. The candles were extinguished one by one, as if by magic, until there was nothing but cold darkness surrounding the two warlords.

"After we're done, you will never forgive yourself for not giving peace a chance" , and the High Chancellor disappeared, leaving the two men to reflect about what he said.