Post by Abzerute on Mar 29, 2016 10:18:16 GMT
PL: 59,887
Heavy Weights: ON
Weighted PL: 14,971.75 ~ 14,972
Suppressed Form: Active
The bronze Arcosian made his way towards Viceroy Sleet's central hub building, the guards at the door raising their weapons for a moment before recognition hit their faces and they knelt before him. Abzerute paid them no heed as he ascended the steps into Sleet's base of operations, following the signs leading him towards his target destination. Of course he knew that the minute he was out of sight of the guards they would inform their employer that he was on his way. The bronze Arcosian was counting on it, the anticipation, the mind trying to figure out what he wanted from him, no doubt coming to the conclusion of ensuring dominance, Sleet trying to no doubt figure out a way of keeping his position, or trying to usurp Abzerute's. Half of the battle of Arcosian politics was fought in the mind, and whilst his opponent was so busy trying to come up with scenarios, Abzerute had already won. Now he just had to do so in the physical.
When he reached Viceroy Sleet's office, he decided to humour the man a little by at least giving the impression of courtesy. So he knocked on the door a few times before entering. The fact that he had knocked would send a note of confusion and hesitance into Sleet's mind, and the fact that he didn't wait for a response from within the office would mix that message even further. The bronze Arcosian wanted Sleet to be on edge, to be on his toes, to be uncertain until the last possible moment. "Emperor, what can I do for you?" asked the Brute Form wearing Arcosian as he looked across his desk to the bronze Arcosian. "To truly submit this world to my rule. We both know that the display back in the council chamber with all four of you wasn't much of a submission of fealty, and I did mean every word back then about reforging the Empire. Starting with this world." he said, Sleet looking at him before chuckling.
"And why would I submit to your rule and will exactly?" he asked before his face paled as he saw the sphere forming at the tip of Abzerute's finger. "Because if you don't then I will simply destroy Yadrat and everything on it. I have no time to play games Viceroy, so the option is simple. Submit, or die. And before you trust the Scouter readings, please know that I'm wearing heavily weighted armour and am currently in my Suppressed Form." Abzerute calmly stated, knowing that he was in complete control of the situation. He could see it in the Viceroy's eyes as he tried to find some way out of this situation, some way that he could come out on top of it all. "If it makes you feel any better, you can keep your job. I still need someone to run the planet whilst I deal with the rest of these Fiefdoms and bring them to heel." he said, throwing the Brute Arcosian a bone.
Sleet considered the situation before he slowly nodded his head. "Agreed..." he said, the bronze Arcosian tutting slightly causing Sleet to raise his head in confusion before the realisation hit him. "I want you to announce it publicly Sleet. Across the entire planet, with you kneeling before me at the steps of your building. I'll be waiting outside." said Abzerute, turning and leaving the room as he dissipated the energy he'd collected for the Death Ball threat. Viceroy Sleet watched the back of the Emperor, briefly considering trying to assassinate him right here and now... but he decided against it.
A few minutes later he was kneeling before Abzerute on the steps of his headquarters, camera bots transmitting the image across all of Yardrat. "I Viceroy Sleet, do hereby submit myself and the planet of Yardrat, to the rule of our new lord, Emperor Abzerute." the Brute Form Arcosian declared, loudly and clearly. The bronze Arcosian grinned as he bade Sleet to rise. "Well done. One system down, three to go." he said before making his way towards his ship to get ready to leave for the next world. Which one to go to next he wondered...
Heavy Weights: ON
Weighted PL: 14,971.75 ~ 14,972
Suppressed Form: Active
The bronze Arcosian made his way towards Viceroy Sleet's central hub building, the guards at the door raising their weapons for a moment before recognition hit their faces and they knelt before him. Abzerute paid them no heed as he ascended the steps into Sleet's base of operations, following the signs leading him towards his target destination. Of course he knew that the minute he was out of sight of the guards they would inform their employer that he was on his way. The bronze Arcosian was counting on it, the anticipation, the mind trying to figure out what he wanted from him, no doubt coming to the conclusion of ensuring dominance, Sleet trying to no doubt figure out a way of keeping his position, or trying to usurp Abzerute's. Half of the battle of Arcosian politics was fought in the mind, and whilst his opponent was so busy trying to come up with scenarios, Abzerute had already won. Now he just had to do so in the physical.
When he reached Viceroy Sleet's office, he decided to humour the man a little by at least giving the impression of courtesy. So he knocked on the door a few times before entering. The fact that he had knocked would send a note of confusion and hesitance into Sleet's mind, and the fact that he didn't wait for a response from within the office would mix that message even further. The bronze Arcosian wanted Sleet to be on edge, to be on his toes, to be uncertain until the last possible moment. "Emperor, what can I do for you?" asked the Brute Form wearing Arcosian as he looked across his desk to the bronze Arcosian. "To truly submit this world to my rule. We both know that the display back in the council chamber with all four of you wasn't much of a submission of fealty, and I did mean every word back then about reforging the Empire. Starting with this world." he said, Sleet looking at him before chuckling.
"And why would I submit to your rule and will exactly?" he asked before his face paled as he saw the sphere forming at the tip of Abzerute's finger. "Because if you don't then I will simply destroy Yadrat and everything on it. I have no time to play games Viceroy, so the option is simple. Submit, or die. And before you trust the Scouter readings, please know that I'm wearing heavily weighted armour and am currently in my Suppressed Form." Abzerute calmly stated, knowing that he was in complete control of the situation. He could see it in the Viceroy's eyes as he tried to find some way out of this situation, some way that he could come out on top of it all. "If it makes you feel any better, you can keep your job. I still need someone to run the planet whilst I deal with the rest of these Fiefdoms and bring them to heel." he said, throwing the Brute Arcosian a bone.
Sleet considered the situation before he slowly nodded his head. "Agreed..." he said, the bronze Arcosian tutting slightly causing Sleet to raise his head in confusion before the realisation hit him. "I want you to announce it publicly Sleet. Across the entire planet, with you kneeling before me at the steps of your building. I'll be waiting outside." said Abzerute, turning and leaving the room as he dissipated the energy he'd collected for the Death Ball threat. Viceroy Sleet watched the back of the Emperor, briefly considering trying to assassinate him right here and now... but he decided against it.
A few minutes later he was kneeling before Abzerute on the steps of his headquarters, camera bots transmitting the image across all of Yardrat. "I Viceroy Sleet, do hereby submit myself and the planet of Yardrat, to the rule of our new lord, Emperor Abzerute." the Brute Form Arcosian declared, loudly and clearly. The bronze Arcosian grinned as he bade Sleet to rise. "Well done. One system down, three to go." he said before making his way towards his ship to get ready to leave for the next world. Which one to go to next he wondered...