System Roman-Sol
Beta Quadrant, Byzantine Segmentum I
The Rethast.
We thought their empire had been extinguished eons ago. We were wrong.
Long since the instigator of chaos and destruction in the galaxy, the most feared, vile beings to exist; allied with such demonic entities as the Chaos Imperium of Chronosia and the Death 'gods', they had existed as a thorn in the side of all Terrandom for centuries, and only continued to lay waste to those who they deemed inferior.
We had spent years, trillions of dollars in a mad frenzy to ensure that Rome was the most well guarded galactic entity in all of the universe. Ironiclly, we would not be destroyed from without, but from within, as our own people laid the groundwork for the invaders to come and do the unthinkable.
In 4037 Imperial Time, Rome was sacked and destroyed by a combined invasion force of Rethast and warp demons.
After nearly 5,000 years of existence, the Roman empire had fallen, and would have been permanently exterminated if not for the efforts of a single selfless ruler who left a dim hope of survival for what few lucky people might escape what has been dubbed as 'Dies Irae' -- the Days of Wrath.
Justinian sat on his throne, eyes fixed on the massive open balcony looking over the city of Rome. The sky was eerily redish-orange from the smoke and battle. The stench of death was strong, as faint crackles of artillery and bombardment could be heard. Massive Roman warships up to a Kilometer long were crashed into the city, buildings crumbling, fires overtaking.
It was over, and there was nothing he could do. The Rethast and their demonic allies had overwhelmed the planet by sheer force, unchecked. The planetary defenses were non-existant as internal power struggles resulted in their disabling. The Roman milita and planetary guard was merely ceremonial, and the palace guard was nothing more then 'look-at-me' soldiers to begin with. Rome's military was deployed all over the galaxy. The defense of the Roman Solar system depended entirely on the defenses and the moon-fortress of Luna.
Trillions had been spent on defense. Trillions! Sending the Roman government to bankruptcy many times over. And the defenses were useless, merely toys for the invaders to smash when they were not busy burning or massacring Roman civilians. It was pointless to attempt to flee-- the planet was surrounded, not so much as a piece of rubble was going to make it past the blockade. What little remained of the Imperial Navy had been used to evacuate the citizens and run through the Rethast ships to escape to the Ottoman prefectorial capital.
Lord Malachias, Head Inquisitor, had attempted to take Justinian with him to flee the planet in hopes of continuing the Imperial dynasty. It was rumored that the Inquisition was behind the coup to outse the Senate and the clerics of Rome. It was not at all a major surprise; the Roman senate was notorious for being ostentatiously corrupt, and the clerics of Rome were nothing short of elitists. It was only a matter of time before one group or another grew tired of this and attempted to cut out the fat.
While the blame certainly rested on Malachias' shoulders for allowing the invaders to enter Rome, Justinian could not at all blame him. If the Rethast didn't sack Rome, soon the over-inflated government was going to drag the nation down to its own demise. At least the Rethast had been generous enough to offer a quick and painless death, sparing them the years of economic decline, famine, and disease. For this he could at least thank his enemies, but little more.
It had been almost 12 hours, and by now the planet was all but eradicated. The faint growls and clicking of demonic teeth and feet could be heard as the jewel prize was being encroached: the Imperial Palace. Overlooking the city of Rome, the invaders having killed every living thing they could were now on their way to ensure that the man that had been a thorn in the side of chaosium for too long would either surrender a slave or die.
Slowly but surely, a group of Rethast and demons stormed into the throne room, headed by the avatar-commander of the Pathogenic forces. Justinian simply remained staring out the balcony, slouched over his throne, chain smoking as usual. A faint, deep, demonic cackle could be heard as the commander slowly approached the throne.
"What's wrong Nero? Tired of fiddling while your city burns?"
Justinian remained silent.
"Hah. A man of many words and threats, yet now as we stand before, you remain silent. Ironic and utterly delighting."
Justinian would simply extinguish his cigar as he continued to gaze out.
"The war is over, Justinian. You lost. Rome is ours. Spare what little remains of your people and Empire, and surrender. You have my word that you will continue to exist as a servant to our cause with adequate accommodations."
Justinian would slowly rise, folding his arms behind him as he faced the Rethast face-to-face, approaching him.
"Over? This war will never be over. The epoch of Roman domination in Beta is over. We are simply one piece in a larger puzzle of a greater Byzantine-- and indeed, a greater galactic community as a whole. My death-- the death of my nation means nothing. Where one of us fall, another will take our place."
"I will slit your throat and drink the blood of every last Roman and Byzantine so long as I exist, mortal. Spare your people their suffering. Surrender yourself and we can negotiate a lasting peace."
"You lie poorly. It is the nature of evil to propagate evil. To think you can assure me that a lasting peace will ever transpire is foolish."
"Then you die."
"You wouldn't dare make a martyr out of me."
"You underestimate my capacity to disregard the lives of organics, Justinian."
Justinian shook his head, looking up to a picture of his father, Constantine.
"My father swore he would wipe the stench of your kind from the galaxy. He may have failed, but I will not."
The Rethast could only burst out laughing.
"With WHAT? Ruins and dead bodies?! Idiot, look around you. I. Have. DESTROYED. You. You are nothing, Rome is a shell, dust. Soon the flame of life will be extinguished, and darkness will reign in the galaxy. The pathogen spreads like wild-fire, and you are nothing to stop us."
Justinian sighed and leaned on his throne.
"I've done alot of bad things in my life, and I know I must pay for it. I've lead Rome through more bad times then good; But, if there's one thing I will never regret, it is this."
Justinian held out a small black box.
"I may perish here on this day, but my city-- my father's legacy, the legacy of our fathers before us-- the legacy of Rome will die with me, and along with it, will you. And my death will herald an era of holy vengeance the likes of which the galaxy has never seen before."
"You wouldn't -dare-."
"Te videbo in infero."
Justinian held out his arms and looked out over the city, as the dozens of demons and Rethast instantly charged towards him, in a mad attempt to flay him into organic mesh, but it was too late. He snapped the box in two, and with that, the eternal city entered its eternal rest.