[center][color=ed1c24][h2]The Gashathi Rule[/h2][/color][/center]
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[b]Cygnus Arm, Unknown Sector, Planet FH-K2L3[/b]
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[i]From deep below the crust of the barren planet, sounds of great machinery emerged through a wide hole. Few hundred miles below the ground level, one of the planet's Lokhar colony could be found. Responsible for the production of the Gashathi Armada's flagships, the Lokhar would work day and night to serve their gods in a fast manner. But it wasn't the usual workday for the 8 legged workers. Two Gashathi Seers have arrived on a visit, bringing a commando of Gensathi with themselves.[/i]

Seer Kindal'Q trained his eyes at the darkness. His hyperactive pupils adapted to the dimensions of the cavern and observed every inch of it through the mask. Lokhar rushed to their business on all sides of the colony, carrying materials and tools to the construction site. In the middle hung the enormous skeleteon of a ship, barely a frame yet, but soon the pride of the Gashathi First Armada. The ship was too big to be built in any other colony, and special suspensions had to be made in order to begin production without causing colleteral damage to the shipyard. Somewhere on the other side a machine began working and let out a ghastly scream that echoes true the chamber's walls. The Seer waited for the sound to fade before turning his attention to the other Seer. It seemed like his partner was lost in thoughts as he observed a chart handed to him by a Lokhar administrator. It was a collection of materials needed for the second stage of construction, and a statistical overview of the ship's construction. In order to finish this gem of the Gashathi fleet, many years would have to pass, even with the godlike speed of the Lokhar engineers. Impressive. Seeing that his accomplice couldn't be bothered, Kindal'Q turned back to the ship and imagined it in it's completed stage. A ship that would bring fear to their enemies heart, and bring destruction to their heretic planets. A tool to spread the will of the Gods, the Gashathi Rule, and to eliminate all those who would oppose it. The true gem of the First Armada, and a wonder of engineering, one matching the pride of the Great Empire's ships. The Seer's thoughts drifted off to more statistics and details as he continued observing the slow growth of the ship.

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[i]Since the few years the Gashathi had awaken, their empire spread silently, under the nose of the known races of the galaxy. Preferring to stay hidden until matching the power of those that have lived here for millions of years, the Gashathi had made sure that their expansion would meet no boundaries. It seemed like their empire would rise again, but there was yet to be evidence of any other Gashathi colony awakening. It seemed unlikely that any of the colonies were found, but without solid resons to beleive otherwise, there was no time and resource to spent on scouting operations. But most worringly, a single Hirule went missing from the homeworld of the Gashathi, Genfti'eL and it's massive cryopod colony.[/i]

The current ruler of the Gashathi, the giant compared to it's kind, Kel'thaN struggled to sit straight on the Grand Throne which wasn't as big as the name suggested. His patience slowly going out the window as he struggled to make himself comfortable, the Council of Elders silently listened and observed. Their short thempered ruler was unlike any other Gashathi. Down to the ground, observant, and straight forward, he was fir to be the leader and one of the ruler candidate's for the new Gashathi empire. Now only controlling a fraction of his nation, he was doomed to sit in a throne not befitting of his size. Once his anger reached it's climax he grabbed the throne with 4 arms and crushed it to powder. He looked down from the top of the stairs, and observed the stunend council members on either side of the [url=http://i.imgur.com/XSF5KIh.jpg]gigantic room[/url]. His voice deep, and eart shaking, bommed from behind his mask for all to hear. "The Gashathi have ruled the universe for billions of years! Yet you cannot make a chair right! If you canoot handle such simple task, how can I expect you to find me a missing Hirule? Are you aware of the danger that it can do to our legacy?" The 3 Hirule in the back of the room started muttering to each other before taking a good look at Kel'than then leaving the room silently. The Ruler looked back at them, and waited before the grandiose doors came shut behind them. Once again he turned his attention to the Council members. "Maybe it is time to reform our empire again! Sit here, letting our timeless pride and legacy fade away, as lesser beings like those we face gain the upper hand. Genetical trash, miserable execuses for a lifeform, that are able to overcome us simply because the Council couldn't find a Gashathi!" 

One of the Elders stood up, two of his hands folded, and the other two making a wide gesture. He spoke with a calm voice, and even the blind could see that behind the mask was a sly person. "The Council is aware of the danger High One. But must we worry ourselves, and redo our priorities for the sake of one measely Hirule? Don't we have greater issues? We can't find suitable planets for the Kaalispar to live on, and the Sankar might find out about their barbaric bretheren." The Council muttered as one, only to fall silent again as Kel'thaN looked at the Elder standing. "Yes, tell the Council of the inner dangers we face, Elder Kel'frO! It seems that we have misjudged your words importance. Surely the Kaalispar are more important than our empire. Surely, a Sankar uprising is too much to handle in comparison to an assault by teh resident species." The gigantic Gashathi raised a single hand, and the Elder raised with it. It seemed to struggle, but his hands wouldn't move from his body, as if he was entangled in a gigantic grasp. "Elder Kel'frO. Your words are imbecile, and your thoughts are heathen. You may leave the council by free will, or we will make sure your Rehabilitation goes well." His words shook the room's walls, and left the Council in silence. For some time only the sound of the Elder's struggling could be heard. Then he gave up, and used his psionic powers to make sure every Gashathi would know that he retired from active duty in the Council. Kel'thaN let him go and sat down on the rubble that once used to be his throne. After observing the silence of the Council for a second too long he started shouting furiously. "Do your job you joke of a Gashathi! You are not in the Coucnil to waste my time! Find that Hirule now!" After a short break he added "And someone bring me a throne befiting my statue!"