Ok, special events deserve special attention, so I tried and made an attempt to write a little in-game story. I'm not a native speaker, so my English is somewhat clumsy (and full of mistakes, I guess), nevertheless, here is the first part:
Nether'noS Empire, 7th of 2409.8
Hov'gra watched as the "sun" touched the horizon. The "sun" of this system was an average yellow star, bathing the sky in a kaleidoscope of colors. Sunset on the Nether'noS homeworld was always a spectacular sight. Hov'gra stood on a platform of a tremendously high tower - the Silver Tower, residence of the Emperors of Nether'noS, seat of the imperial council, by which he ruled his empire. The tower was build on the summit of Nether'quron, a lone mountain that raised above the vast plains, on which the great capital of the Nether'noS empire, Nether'couya was build. The mountain was at the very center of the city, nearly 2000m high, and the Silver Tower itself another 1500m. But not even from this high point one could see the entire capital, buildings and structures were reaching to the horizon and beyond, buzzling with life and activity.
To the south, almost at the horizon, an especially large complex of structures could be seen, this was Boswell Interstellar Spaceport. Countless spaceships leaving and arriving appeared as tiny dots in the southern sky.
It was a beautiful and, despite all the activity, peaceful sight. As if problems did not exist here, and harm could never touch this world. But Hov'gra knew that this was not the case. He sighed. How many times had he asked himself if he made the right decision almost a year ago? And every time he came to the conclusion that it has been right, and the best for the welfare of his people. He was their emperor, he was responsible for them, a responsibility he had never felt as on that day, now almost a year ago, when he sat in his office in the Silver Tower, on his desk the latest message from Warlord Roanon of the Kilrah.
There had been much diplomatic exchange, meetings with counsellors, negotiations going on, and on that day Warlord Roanon asked for the final decision. A decision that would decide the fate of their empires, the conflict between Nyxian and ZAX, and most likely the fate of the galaxy. Hov'gra never completely comprehended why Warlord Roanon was willing to leave the final decision to him, as the Kilrah were a far more powerful empire than the Nether'noS. But Roanon has always been different, the Kilrah had a very strict codex of honor that had left a deep impression on Hov'gra, and this way Roanon had been able to overcome the deeply suspicious nature of the Nether'noS and win Hov'gra's trust.
Although Hov'gra had constantly been working toward this decision that now had to be made, and definitely knew what way he wanted to go, when he had sat there, in his office, Roanon's message before him, he had felt a heavy weight on his shoulders. After he had been sitting there for hours, he had called his secretary to send an answer.
The decision had been made. The Kilrah and the Nether'noS would form a powerful alliance with the Nyxian and declare war on ZAX. Nyxian and Kilrah would be the supreme powers of this alliance, and the Nether'noS would have to stand back, but would enjoy protection by the two most powerful empires of the galaxy. Now there was hope that the Nether'noS might survive the turmoils of war that seemed to spread more and more through the galaxy. But first they had to face war, and even with such powerful allies Hov'gra felt uneasy. War always means loss, death and grief, but if that was the price for a new era of Lasting peace and a life in safety, the Nether'noS were willing to pay.
In a few days the emperors of Nyxian, Kilrah and Nether'noS would meet on the Nether'noS homeworld to officially sign the treaties constituting their alliance. A first delegation from Kilrah had already arrived on the 5th, today the arrival of Emperor Prometheus of The Nyxian Chaos was expected in his personal vessel, The Nyx. At 7pm the Nyxian would open a warp point right above the capital, allowing The Nyx to travel right from the Nyxian homeworld to the Nether'noS homeworld. The creation of the warp point was going to be a fascinating spectacle in the night sky above the capital. People were already gathering everywhere, eagerly awaiting this event.
Hov'gra had decided to watch from the platform he was now standing on. He had already been out here for over an hour, watching the scene, lost in thoughts. It was half past six now, still half an hour until the opening of the warp point.
A servant approached him and informed him that the vessel that would take him to the spaceport where The Nyx would land was ready. Hov'gra nodded, then dismissed him. He would come after the warp point has stabilized, enough time to get to the spaceport, as the landing maneuver of The Nyx would take some time.
So he was once again lost in thoughts. The sun disappeared below the horizon, slowly day turned into night. Exactly at 7pm a brilliant flash illuminated the now dark sky, and then a incredible bright, colorful spot began to develop among the stars, growing quickly until it filled alomst one third of the sky. The colors shifted constantly, until the phenomenon stabilized and formed a blueish glowing, spiral shaped kind of nebulae, which bathed everything in a soft, blue light.
The whole spectacle had Lasted for less than half an hour. Finally Hov'gra entered back into the tower, and boarded the vessel that brought him directly to the spaceport. There the official welcome committee was already waiting, and they quickly proceeded to the landing site. There a huge crowd already had gathered, kept at a safe distance by security forces.
The Nyx appeared above the spaceport, a slim, silver ship, and slowly descended toward the landing zone. A few minutes later the ship had landed safely and smoothly. The passengers emerged, lead by Emperor Prometheus himself and the leaders of the various species that made up the Nyxian: Chronos the leader of the Titans, Hera of the Hecatonchires, and John the Cyclope. Prometheus was accompanied by another Titan, Ambassador Dionysus who had already been to Boswell numerous times, and John was accompanied by a strange peasant.
While the Titans were a humanoid race about the same size as the Nether'noS, the Cyclops and even more Hecatonchires were a impressive, not to say fearsome sight, which even the environment suits they had to wear could not hide: The Cyclops were giants, nevertheless humanoid, with one eye in the middle of their forehead, and the Hecatonchires were huge monsters with fifty heads and one-hundred hands, truly a sight one could not become used to too easily.
Prometheus himself was a strange appearance: Unusually small for a Titan, only about six feet, he looked like a child among his huge followers. But when Hov'gra stood in front of him and looked into his face, he could see stern determination in the eyes of the Titan, and feel the power of a highly intelligent mind. Prometheus definitely was a extraordinary person, well used to the exercise of power.
After the official welcome ceremony was over, the Nyxians were lead to their quarters, a specially prepared habitation area with a hydrogen atmosphere, as the Nyxians were hydrogen breathers unlike the Nether'noS, who were methane breathers, and their homeworld had of course a methane atmosphere.
After a brief meeting with Prometheus Hov'gra left for the Silver Tower. He sat for a while at a window, gazing down on his capital, and digested the events of this evening. In three days Warlord Roanon was going to arrive, then a few days of meetings and preparations would follow. On the 15th the official signing ceremony would take place, their alliance would be officially proclaimed and the Kilrah and the Nether'noS would officially declare war on the ZAX Society and their ally, the Rorg Empire. How would the emperors and governments of all the other empires react to this? Hov'gra was sure he was going to know very soon...
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Hmmm, could have been worse I think... next part coming as soon as possible
