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It was a day at the top of the season, mild weather and mild warmth, not too hot and not too cold, it was basically: A beautiful day. Inside the confines of a towering palace reaching far beyond the skies, it's architecture much similar to that of a cathedral however made on a towering scale beyond just that. It stood like a titan amongst ants and ontop of this grand structure sit's an eagle, an iron eagle twice the size of a double decker bus. It's wings spread, it observed the city of Thrones Keep, the Holy Scandinavian Empire's crown jewel, the capital. Made in an old roman fashion however mixed with the modern capabilities, it is also the home of the Emperor, Sigis Keep, the Imperial Palace, the seat of the Emperor.

Inside the behemoth of a structure, in the most inner halls below the ground is a beautifully constructed hall, in the very center is the Eagles Throne, the seat of the Emperor. The hall could encompass a million people at the same time, if not more and it was nearly barren, the only people in here were the Emperor himself and the Royal Guard, the best equiped and the most prestigious position in the entire empire. Six hundred and sixty six royal guardsmen would be present around this hall at any times, the reason is unknown and the Emperor himself is quite secretive, much like his own empire. On the ground, around the throne is a pentagram like symbol, it's center is the very throne. Suddenly a priest marched in, rather awkwardly and in obvious notice of the Emperor himself. ''My lord...'' He spoke, walking with small, quick steps towards the edge of the throne. ''The ceremony is about to begin..'' The priest continued, and with the priest's voice acting like a reminder Sigismund rose out of his throne, clad in the greatest robes and clothes that one could imagine, he looked godly, divine in the attire of which he was clad in. ''And so it shall begin...'' Emperor Sigismund spoke, his voice echoing the halls, and now, fully standing his lenght showed more then ever, towering above the little priest, it must've been quite the sight.

Sigismund walked casually through the endless halls of Sigis Keep, he walked as if he knew the imperial behemoth from in and out. Within ten minutes of wandering hall after hall, endless corridor after endless corridor he'd arrived at a large gate which in turn would lead to the balcony before the Parade street. When the gates opened and Sigismund walked into the sight of the millions before him endless cheers arose from the people. He reached out his arms as if he held the world within his embrace, they continued without end, to cheer and to scream of joy.

''Citizen of this glorious empire! People all over the realms of man! I greet you now!'' Sigismund spoke, his voice was picked up by the microphone next to him, the sound was played all around Thrones Keep, no one could possibly miss it. The cheering intensified and on the road itself the 1st Legion took it's notice, standing tall, 10000 warriors clad in Preatorian Armor, the newest upgrade from the Crusader armor pattern. Behind these legionaries were the 1st armor collum of the 1st legion and infront of them all was Executioner Uldrid. ''My time on this earth has now come to it's 27th year and as young I am, I have still brought you much to gain and live with, our times as an Empire are ten times greater then the days during our independence, United we shall grab glory and honor and feast upon them, bathing us in our feast!''

The speech went on for hours, the Emperor's voice ever youthful and un-touched by fatigue or tiredness. With the ending of his speech he declared. ''Together we stand tall, United we fall. The Empire shall span a thousand centuries and a hundred more, we are capable, we will survive!'' With that he waved to the public and quickly walked into the confines of his personal fortress, not to be seen again except for special occations. Recruiters for the 2nd to 20th legions now made their way to the front of the gathering. Uldrid yelled out. ''Anyone willing to serve the Emperor even in combat, gather before the legion recruiters before you! Form a line, don't disrupt order nor break the rules or law!'' He then, together with his legion marched to the First Legion's military fortress at the edge of Thrones Keep. As if on command hundreds gathered before every recruiter, and so it remained untill late at night, even.

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In the middle of a snow storm a gathering of white coated, yet lightly armored individuals stood, luckily within the confines of a wind shelter safe from the snow and wind, they lit their smokes and smoked together, all whilst discussing complex robotronics and railgun technologies and theories. When they were completely finished they all went in, using a finger scanning lock the iron door opened and revealed an entire science complex, royal guard units were scattered around the complex keeping order and remaining a controlling pressence, it was made sure that this was an important and secrete scientifical location. ''Stand still.'' A royal guard spoke to one of the scientists whom came right in from his smoke break. ''What is it now, Sigvar?'' The scientist spoke, the royal guard in turn raised his weapon to the torso of the scientist, the lightly armored chest piece would not protect against this state of the art rifle which the Royal Guardsman held with his hands.

The face of the scientist brightened up. ''I don't remember your face in this complex, you're not on the arrival list, WHO. Are you?'' The soldier said, not a single stutter in his voice, he ment buisness and the scientist was apparently unable to present it. ''I... You must've rea-'' He royal guardsman interrupted him, and the two scientists next to the man had long since walked along, not willing, nor wishing to act in defence or against the scientist. ''I know the list inside out.. You will come with me.'' He royal guard said, grabbing a destructive grip around the mans arm. The scientist tried to struggle against the soldiers brute grip of both iron and muscle.

The royal guard dragged the man through the entire complex, people gave foul looks to the scientist and once at the destination, the prison wing of the science complex the soldier threw the man into one of the cells. A few minutes passed and suddenly the soldier came out, small blood stains on the foot print from his armored boots. ''He was a rebel..'' The man told the Prison wing guard who nodded in return, they then parted ways and everything went on as if normal.