Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201346/@comment-1734134-20170714221110

There is no response to Verian’s message, until it is interrupted by a vox signal

“When I was a child, growing up in rural Spiuq, I had the best friend a boy could hope for -- my dear old Grox, Honey. Oh, the adventures we had! From Knob Creek to Hodgenville we roamed, carefree and courageous, irresponsible and completely inseparable. It was, for a little boy, the perfect existence. So, let me ask you, Sipuq: How many of your children can say the same? How many of this nation's youth are truly happy, truly carefree? We both know the answer, don't we? None. Spiuq’s children live a terrifying, meaningless existence. There is no hope. No happiness. That changes! Right here! Right now! From this moment onward, the children of this great nation are its highest priority! The Imperium will restore every Spiuq school, reinstate every youth program, and offer counselling and financial assistance to any family in need. We will match up the destitute, orphaned children of the wasteland with qualified, eligible adults. We will rebuild the Imperial family, as it was, as it was meant to be! The values of our past... shall be the foundation of our future.

The Officers look over you before nodding to each other, “We will take you to the governor soon, at his command, of course. He is in command here,” one of them looks to Verian, “Not you. The remaining forces you brought us have been redeployed among our defensive lines,” one of them reaches to his vox and looks to the others. A set of gates open up behind them, “He is ready, come.”

You are led through an extensive palace of marble and gold, with numerous portraits of ‘the Governor’. An aura of calm falls upon all of you, and it’s a struggle to feel anything but bask in the warm glow of the place. It’s disarming, and it becomes strongest as you enter the ‘throne room’. Alongside a massive map of the planet stands a tall figure clad in white, flanked by guards marked by the letters ‘360th’ and words ‘War-Effort’. He quietly observes the map before looking to you and offering a warm smile. He approaches you, flanked by guards carrying heavy las-rifles. An aura of friendliness seems to pervade every word he says,

“Greetings, gentlemen, I am Governor Pryce, legitimate, God Emperor appointed leader of this world. Welcome”.