The Trianarö were eager to make an impression on their potential new allies, and even more eager to showcase the might of their nation.
A fleet of nearly 20,000 massive ships came bounding down on Gil Mira, with an additional several hundred Flagships, all of them stretching well over 20 kilometers long. The largest of those Flagships, 30 km long, held the Imperö, who entered the Throneship.
Despite the large show of force, the Imperö did not come onto the Throneship with an exceptionally large group of soldiers. He was respectful of his new potential allies, and did not want them to feel as if they were being invaded. He took 8 solders with him: One human, Sycriûn, Kanareö and Mekanakûl, and an additional 4 Izarattikai- the Ikaranarean War-priests- who accompanied him at his sides. He walked in with his head held high, the white Safarkran crystals imbedded in the skin of his face contrasting with his dark skin.
As the imperiö exists his shuttle the royal guard raise their ceremonial swords in a solute. Halchanar bows his head to the imperö and speaks:
“glory to you, imperö of trianar. May the stars shine on the place of our meeting. I am prince Halchanar, son of the emperor. He is waiting for you in the garden. Please follow me.”
After a short elevator ride and some walking, they reach the garden. Acers in size, one would be fair to see it as ridiculous. But personal gardens ware commonplace on starbreakers, and this one was the largest. Close to the entrance, under one of the many holy golden trees planted there, stood the emperor
“In kind, Emperor. It is rare to see a foreign people so honorable and civilized among these stars.” He then did something that would have been unthinkable a few months ago. He reached his hand, and, outstretched, he shook the hand of the Emperor, treating him as his equal. For the Imperö, the one above all- the closest emissary to the gods- to treat someone as his equal was a development unpredictable. But, before him, stood a man, pious in his own right to his own gods, leading his nation against demons as the Imperö would have. In every thinkable regard, this Emperor was the Imperö’s equal, and he was not so prideful a man to not respect him as such.
“I have heard much about you in the small time I have known of your existence. I am Imperö Seraian of the Holy Imperium of Trianar. I hope that we will be able to grant glory to both our gods on this day, and to forge a future bereft of demonkind.”
