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[u][b]Between the Sarmakth Dominion and The Musashi Empire in unclaimed space.[/b][/u] 

High Lord Jarshen slammed his fist atop the council table. The balding man's head was drenched in sweat, and his eyes were wide with disbelief. "What the fuck do you mean, they've taken sector 5?" he demanded. Apart from his High secretary, no one else was in the room except the holograms of the planet's council. Usually there were 8 members, but 4 had gone silent the past hour. Now there was just Lord Seltun from sector 6, Varsen from sector 3, and Hektun from sector 7. High Lord Jarshen commanded from the North pole of the planet Elsian, formerly known as Hexana millennia ago. 

How were they doing this? How did they get into the system so quickly, and through Second Imperium space? He had merely thought there was a paltry force of them at that, but somehow they had effectively managed to- 
"No! Get Harkem in here!" the High Lord demanded, referring to General Harkem of the PGF (Planetary Ground Forces). He had been visiting on a routine yearly meeting with High Lord Jarshen when these Hexanagallions had shown up. Almost in a flash, as if he was having a near death experience, he recalled the message given an hour previous. 

[i]Humans, this is War Commander Valten of the Honored Resurgence Forces. You stand upon the precipice of annihilation. Even now our ships encroach upon your system. Our reason is to take back the planet we called home many years ago, and to liberate the non-human species you use as servants and beasts of burden. However, we are not without mercy. Our terms are simple. Leave within a galactic standard year, and agree to free all slaves within 4 weeks from today. We will allow free passage for you and all of your civilians. Comply within the hour, or be exterminated.[/i] 

High Lord Jarshen clenched his teeth. He'd hoped to stall for more time! Replying back an hour later and trying to negotiate had been what all the other lords had advised him. What kind of creatures would do this!? Unbeknownst to him, another Councilor Seltun from Sector 6 behind him disappeared during that brief flashback interval. He wouldn't have this! "DAMMIT. I SAID GET HARKEM IN HERE NO-" 
The council doors burst open from an unknown explosion. A force knocked the High Lord into the wall, and sudden heat and fiery light filled his vision and senses. He hit the floor hard, crumpling and grunting. His leisurely lifestyle had made him weak and fragile. 
His eyes barely opened, and he saw a Sauren image standing before the flames of the entrance like an apparition. The image began to stride into the Council room, followed by others as well. 
Jarshen was lifted up effortlessly by a 3 fingers hand, and he gazed upon a face that was utterly Alien. "Do you comply now?" it asked, its voice deep and grating. 
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[u][b]Near the Border System of Fel'blade.[/b][/u][@Sigma] 

Warmaster Daixanos stood tall as he passed his planning room. Smooth Xarkonian metal from his home system covered the oft visited room, and in fact was the main material for building this artificial world. This world, known as Raulek, was one of the first and oldest 'Space Stations' the Hexanagallion's had made when their population had exceeded what their first system, now known as Hexa 1, could sustain. It was built for mostly military purposes, though, all space stations and planets had many areas and components strictly military.   
Still, he was not going into the room yet. Only to meet his fleet commander down the hall, Commander Krux. With heavy footsteps befitting his great stature (even among his own kind), Daixanos strode into the Commander's quarters. "And why have you called me?" the red armored Warmaster asked. Krux's back was turned as he was in the middle of speaking to his generals until they were interrupted. Krux spoke bluntly, as was his usual manner. "We've received word from our outposts that a large incursion of enemy ships are approaching our System, Warmaster." Krux wore his orange body armor, with custom scythe like spikes along his arms that Daixanos had seen him use to devastating effect in melee combat.
"From where?" Warmaster Dax asked. 
"Probably a retaliation from the machines of Agonis." 
"Defilers" one Hexanagallion General muttered. 
"It matters not I suppose. Mobilize the navy." The Warmaster ordered.
"It is a large force. Here's hoping this gives us a good fight. Killing all these humans has left me wanting to face a real enemy to test my mettle." 
"Don't let your excitement override your good sense." 
"Of course not. It's why I am where I am." 
"Good luck, old friend." 
Krux grinned. "Tell that to those who dare attack."