Sterbelicht - One Sacrifice At A Time Against The Galaxy (40K)

With the conclusion of the 621 Campaigns from all corners of every participant, from the Mashan Temple Authority, the Glimmering Federation itself, the Lamenters, and the Shipwright's Alliance, there comes, naturally, a lull in the fighting. At another time, with other factions and participants, this lull would be spent by the factions involved in paranoia and the re-armament of their navies and troops as eyes, sensors, and senses would be spent to see who would make the first move and re-start the shedding of blood.

This is not that time.

No, instead of paranoia and militaries drawing pointy arrows with troops and ships underneath neat timetables, delegations meet within a specially constructed building on the planet Prolurnis in the Weznicrrit System to decide the borders of Sub-Sector 621.

On one side, the stony delegations of the Mashan Temple Authority arrive from their spherical spaceships in long lines bearing standards and banners adorned with writings both sacred and whispering to the senses of those capable of channeling the powers of the Warp of the silent wards and protections against disease and tricks applied in thread and upon scrolls attached to the bodies of the Mashan themselves.

The Shipwright's Alliance descends upon the world and the meeting place with a procession of armed soldiers bearing their well-worn modified mining suits long ago turned into proper armor. Their marching delegation is bedecked not in finery but in the badges and honors of their offices and long decades of service to their people and cause.

In contrast, the Glimmering Federation has their shuttles of white wings and black accents descend in a roar unto the world, Humans, Kil'drabi, and even Yeeni disgorged in orderly ranks wearing ceremonial cloth and robes, priests walking alongside them with Techpriests humming their binharic cants to their left. At the same time, the ordinary clergy muttered prayers to their right, thuribles swinging with incense in regular intervals as an honor guard of power-armor-clad warriors of the Faith chosen for this task marched to the back of the procession.

And though there are, by technicality, two more factions involved, the Lamenters recused themselves on the grounds of being allied and honored members of the Glimmering Federation. At the same time, the people of Zetraneum did not possess the technological, political, and cultural sophistication, unity, and understanding to stand on any ground more advanced than 'Thanks For The Help, But Now Get Off Our Home.'

With that, and the delegations leaving behind their armed escorts, weapons, honor guards, and malicious intents 830 Steps from the Meeting Hall as agreed by all parties, the 621 Conference Begins.


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