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.”
“May the gods make it be so. My name is Edhelgil Belaith Oialë, by divine right the emperor of Calerost. These are difficult times for us, but times like these are where heroes are born. We have fought the Miraline scum, born from the hubris and narcicism of my father, for a century, and now we might finally have the chance to exterminate these unholy creations. Please, walk with me”
The emperor leads the Imperö trough the garden. It was incredibly well maintained and diverse, filled with plants collected from many different worlds.
“Tell me, Imperö, about your people’s history. Ware you ever in a predicament like we are now? I doubt such a warrior culture developed in times of peace.”
“You are correct, Emperor. Some 300 years ago, our region of space experienced a calamity. Demons, krekenai, spilled open from a dimension we have yet to rediscover. They claimed trillions of lives. The estimate is that over 50% of all who lived in that era died. For Ikaranareans, that number was more like 80%.”
The Imperö stopped briefly to look at a white flower. “It is said that it was through divine intervention that we survived. That a great prophet was given a gift from the gods that allowed us to slay the beasts. That prophet was the first Imperö, Garaviö. He is the one who transformed the Ikaranarean Star Empire into Trianar. On the day that he was first declared Imperö, he stated that no demon would ever survive as long as the Imperium reigned, that Trianar was to be at war with demonkind forever, until the gods themselves declared that all demons had been eradicated from this realm.”
