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[b]Relica[/b]
High-Temple of the Seeder-Gods, High-Prophet Office
13:06 Relica Central Time

[b]14 hours since Etheain accident.[/b]

The door slam open, and 6 marines in full power armor entered the room. They took positions on both sides of the door, their weapons at on their chest, ready to fire any time. Then a tall man in an Imperial uniform walked in, and the marines closes to the door closed it shut. The man approached the High-Prophet who was sitting behind his desk. As he reached the desk he pulled out a tiny terminal from his uniform which quickly unfolded intself into a full sized device. [color=f26522]"Please to meet you Yuïn. Please, don't stand up, I won't be here for long. I am Militiantus Maximilian, and you might've heard of me as the man who is keeping this troublesome sector in check. I am terribly sorry we couldn't meet before, but as you know Relican space is filled with pirates, and I was preoccupied with chasing them down. I am glad to tell you that you won't be having problems like those lunatics anymore. As we are speaking the 203th and 417th fleet are taking positions in orbit, and joining up with the local garrison forces."[/color] Maximilian stopped for the effect, and sat down on the edge of the desk. He scrolled through a few pages of reports on his terminal and then stopped at a report that was relatively new. He tapped a few buttons on the screen, and the translucent glass turned back. He slid the terminal on the desk, right in front of the High-Prophet. A video was playing on the device: it showed the events that occured 14 hours ago on the mountain top of Etheain. The battle of the meditation chamber from the helmet visor of a soldier, which abruptly ended as a large rock smashed the camre into pieces. Then the picture switched to the 360 optics of a tank that fired 2 shells at the enemy before it was thrown down from the hill. Finally the picture settled on the footage that showed the betrayal of Master Torgha, a clip recorded by the retinal implant of a surviving scientist. It continued for a good 5 minutes from the perspective of the other scientists that also survived, and the screen always showed the same event.

[color=f26522]"You must've been informed of this event long before I was. About10 hours ago I received an order from high comamnd to mobilize a task force and take orbital positions around Relica. You can understand that my forces are preoccupied most of the time, and joining forces with two fleets on different sides of a sector is a pretty time consuming task. But it wasn't until about 2 hours ago that I receieved the reason behind my mobilization: these, and many more video footages about the incident that involved Relican rebels."[/color] Maximilian sighed and shaked his head. He picked up his terminal from the desk, and started messing with it yet again. [color=f26522]"I am sure you can understand that such event will only worsen the trust put into your species. And I can tell you, the high command is very displeased with this event. But I am not high command, I couldn't care less for a few tanks."[/color] The terminal switched to a Relican news channel, and showed news about a pirate attack somewhere in the sector. No casualties, and the pirates weren't caught. [color=f26522]"What surprises me is that I found no record of this action in your logs. I took the time to search through your database for any information about the incident, but I found nothing. No sign of any public announcements, nor any steps taken to apprehaend the perpetrators. It seems like you are taking this incident very lightly. Especially in the light of more than two dozen EOM officals dead, and at least another dozen Relican rebel corpses that litter the mountain side."[/color] Maximilian slammed the terminal on the table in anger, and leaned towards Yuïn.

[color=f26522]"You will sign this contract on the Terminal right now. Your governement will pay for any broken or lost equipment, for the stationing of the 3 fleets currently in orbit, and all the Militia members who will reside on the planet from this point on as peacekeepers. You will also agree to EOM officals questioning any person on the planet, including high ranking governement officals like you. You will also agree to EOM Militia members conducting a search in any properties in the case of suspicious activities, without the needing an approval. You will allow the EOM to monitor any signals entering or leaving the planet, and other communications inside settlements."[/color] The terminal layed silently on the desk, showing the contract to the High-Prophet. The Empire finally slapped them back for all the disgrace caused by the Relican people. It was nothing short of martial law, and it wasn't negotiable either. Maximilian put down a pen in front of Yuïn, the kind that you can use to sign contracts with on terminals. [color=f26522]"You can take your time signing the document. We have all the time in the world."[/color]