[u][b]Fel'blade System[/b][/u] 
Krux's ship landed within the Space Station's hangar bay, a depressurizing noise filling the air just before his ship's visor opened. His fighters entered behind him in a uniformed fashion, exiting their ships in the same fashion and grouping up in their squadrons to receive further orders. Krux gazed at them, and gave them a nod of approval. "At ease, my brethren. Go to the feast chamber and eat hearty. I would say you've earned it, but these machines hardly put up a fight. Perhaps they were humans in disguise." There was a laugh from the warriors at that, and they all dismissed, going to fill their bellies. Krux would have joined them, but he needed to see his Warmaster, who had just arrived back himself with news that was about to cause an uproar throughout the entire Honored nation. 

They met in the Raulek command room, which also served as it's war room and planning center. A table akin to an island was set within the center of the chamber, the only part of the place not made of Xarkonian metal. Daixanos was staring at the table as Krux entered, for it served as a holo-map as well as a communications device. "That was easier than humans." Krux said, striding in with his reptilian gait. "Do not underestimate their numbers." Warmaster Dax replied. "We are a moderately populated people against a galaxy of trillions. These machines just well might be the most populated nation in the galaxy." Krux stood across from him now, his bladed armor making him appear just fierce enough to carry his next words. "One rat or 500. All it means is I need to take more time in shoving them down my gullet. You are not truly worried about them, are you?" 

Warmaster Dax did not answer at first. "No." he said bluntly. "Nor am I worried about anyone out there before us. But it pays to be wise, and sometimes diplomacy is needed." Krux narrowed his gaze at his commander. "You want to break bread with machines?" Dax roared a laugh at that. "No, but I have just been in contact with Warlord Jex." The statement in and of itself held immense weight. There were only 20 Warmasters in all of the HRF, and they were 2nd only to the Warlord, who controlled all. Krux was 3rd in line, a Battle Commander that had a retainer of generals at his call if need be. "What did the Warlord want, Warmaster?" 

"Hexana is now ours once more. The word is being spread throughout the systems." Dax said, and Krux roared in joy once he had collected himself enough to be able to utter anything. "It is as the prophecy foretold! We will rip this galaxy from it's human womb and create a new era of honor and strength!" "Yes." Dax answered, his voice grating. "And I am being sent to break bread with humans." 

"...What?" Krux asked. "Explain." Dax shook his head. "We are going to cut into the machine empire, just as you said. You will do this in my stead until I return. Already now, Warmaster Gatar has successfully launched an invasion into the barbarian hordes that we so often used to test out mettle. Our hundreds of systems are mobilizing, as is the dozen vassals of the Fel'blade system. But I am to go to the nation called 'Musashi' and give them terms. Worry not though. I will not be gentle. They will bow to our wishes or feel the wrath of our race until their dying breath." 
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