The Galactic Imperialistic Legions [IC/All-Tech/Signup]

[Pax Cybertronian]

Upon the formation of the Cybertronian Empire in the early 22nd Century – that of the merging of the Decepticons and the original Cybertronian Empire, Megatron originally sought to create an empire without the assistance of any allies, be they mechanical or organic. However, after the Empire defeated the Autobots on Cybertron and forced them to New Iacon and planets such as Caminus and Gigantion, and with the formation of interplanetary organisations such as the Anti-Democratic League and the UNASAA-IA, the High Lords of Cybertron saw it fit to form their own galactic-wide organisation: one that, for one reason or another, focuses on the ultimate conquest of the galaxy; which will, one day, rival the other two prominent organisations. The first ever meeting of the GIL will initially take place in the Harbinger, flagship of the Cybertronian Defence Fleet, currently orbiting Cybertron. The Cybertronian Navy is continually monitoring the meeting and are ready to strike against dissidents and terrorists and other threats at all times. President Starscream has ordered that, while foreign powers may display their power, they shall not bring them their armies to the meeting for safety purposes. A phobia shield has been placed around Cybertron, alongside the blockade. It is with great pride that I can now announce that the meeting has commenced, and with it, Cybertron shall show its dominance to the rest of the Milky Way!

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Rules:

1. Events from the GIL may become canonical to their Nation if their Leader(s) so desire.
2. As OP and Leader of the Galactic Imperialistic Legions, I heavily condemn brigading and raiding other
threads. I don’t want this place to be shut down because of a few hooligans.
3. No Godmodding or Metagaming.
4. Don’t act like an arsehole in the OOC thread; in the IC thread, you can behave how you like within reason.
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6. You may have a maximum of twenty guards available, and maybe a few squadrons.
7. If you are a member of a different organisation such as the ADL, you are welcome to join.
8. If you wish, you can add a message on your signature that mentions that you're a member of this alliance.

Here's the OOC and Signup thread for the Galactic Imperialistic Legions.

[Pax Cybertronian]

The Harbinger shoots through space, passing by countless other spaceships and planets. Alongside it, thousands of corvettes and dreadnoughts pass beside it, dedicated to protecting the flagship from extra-terrestrial threats; ready at all times to strike. It was one of the newest constructed vessels in the Navy, and now it was ready to serve; to defend Cybertron and to become the home of the first ever GIL meeting. The Harbinger finally finishes its voyage, above the planet Cybertron: a humungous metallic planet home to the indigenous Cybertronian race, currently under the fascist leadership of the High Lords of Cybertron.

In the High Pavilions, Megatron sits upon a huge red and gold throne, befitting of that of the Supreme Commander. Iacon, former base of the Autobots, had fallen to the Decepticons at the culmination of the Great War, and the Autobots were forced to be scattered to the colonies. It was such a testament to the Decepticons’ victory that Megatron’s base of operations was operated here. This showed everyone that the Decepticons were in control, that the Autobots had become the petulant underdog who were forced to the stars. He chuckled to himself. This was a fate that all dissidents and anti-Decepticons would face. All hail Megatron. All hail the Decepticons. All hail the President. All hail the High Lords. Suddenly, President Starscream appears on a hologram. “I suppose the Harbinger’s here?”

“It’s in orbit, Megatron. How many soldiers will you send there?” Starscream inquires.

“The corvettes and dreadnoughts surrounding it should be enough. However, we do have several Geobombs hidden away just in case,” Megatron responds, thinking about a factory in Kaon that produced them. Planet-destroying bombs, they were alleged to be. Either that or they just killed off any inhabitant son there. Who knows? They haven’t been tested; the blueprints were copied from the Galactic Council.

“Anyway, Megs... As Supreme Commander of the Decepticons on Cybertron, I’ve made it mandatory that you attend. You’re one of the hosts, of course,” Starscream says, scrolling through the datapad.
Megatron chuckles. “Really? I was going to attend anyway!” Megatron stands up and places his legendary Fusion Cannon on his left arm. “Well? Anything else?”

“Um... I’ve placed five members of the Decepticon Guard to defend us. Oh, and I’ve forgot to mention that, obviously, the High Lords of Cybertron will be attending as well. If the Harbinger gets too crowded, I’ll have the meeting moved to the High Pavilions.”

“Understood. Megatron out.” The hologram turns off and Megatron begins to walk towards the space bridge. “Soundwave, turn on the space bridge and send me to the Harbinger. As a High Lord, I expect you to arrive there. The rest of them have already turned up.”

“Of course, Lord Megatron,” Soundwave obeys. The space bridge is activated, and Soundwave, Lugnut and Blitzwing all walk through it.

[Arkeyana]

A diplomatic ship dropped out of FTL, sliding a bit before the braking thrusters stopped it. The ship then sent a hail to the harbinger "this is the ADV dragon, is this where the diplomatic meeting will take place?" on the bridge, a man with red eyes and sharp teeth gave the man who sent the hail a disapproving glare. "obviously this is Cybertron" he growled, "where else would you find a planet made of machinery, Adams". " There's no need to be sarcastic, Alexander" said a female who walked onto the bridge, she would have looked human, if she weren't 7 foot 2 and had two metallic bird wings sprouting from her back. They waited on the bridge for a response.

[Pax Cybertronian]

A diplomatic ship dropped out of FTL, sliding a bit before the braking thrusters stopped it. The ship then sent a hail to the harbinger "this is the ADV dragon, is this where the diplomatic meeting will take place?" on the bridge, a man with red eyes and sharp teeth gave the man who sent the hail a disapproving glare. "obviously this is Cybertron" he growled, "where else would you find a planet made of machinery, Adams". " There's no need to be sarcastic, Alexander" said a female who walked onto the bridge, she would have looked human, if she weren't 7 foot 2 and had two metallic bird wings sprouting from her back. They waited on the bridge for a response.

"Bring them in," Gigatron orders. "Send out a squadron to prepare for arrival."

"Yes, sir," Drench says. "Drench of the Harbinger to the ADV Dragon, you are correct. The first diplomatic meeting of the GIL will take place here. A squadron of Vehicons are awaiting you for your arrival in the bay. After you arrive and are checked by the Vehicons, you will be escorted to the Conference Hall. Please dock your ship in the docking bay."

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Megatron sits silently on a humungous grey and black steel throne, his Fusion Cannon lowered on his lap. Beside him are Starscream, Soundwave and Shockwave, who sit on equally large thrones. The rest of the High Lords - Blitzwing, Lugnut, Gnashteeth, Scorponok, Tripredacus, Contrail, Xeon, Mindgame, Gnashteeth, Ratbat, Legonis, Octus, Seizer and Thunderwing - sit on slightly smaller red and yellow thrones. Laserbeak and Buzzsaw perched on Megatron and Starscream's left shoulder pad's.

"When are you going to de-combine, Tripredacus?" inquires 'Icy' Blitzwing.

"Later. I'm practising the gestalt process, Blitzwing," Tripredacus retorts. "As you should know."

Suddenly, a Decepticon courier interrupts their conversation. "My Lords, the first of our organization have arrived."

"Ah, company. Bring them in." A small sliding door on Starscream's throne opens, revealing a button. Starscream then presses the button on his throne, opening up a huge hologram of multiple planet. Beside the table full of holograms is a humungous oval table, multiple chairs lined up neatly.

"Of course, Lord Starscream. I'll fetch them." The courier bows to him and walks off to the docking bay.

[Arkeyana]

Senator adams typed some commands into a holographic interface, the ship scanned the harbinger's docking bay and plotted a route. The AI subsequently took over and maneuvered it in before letting out the landing gear and maglocking onto the floor.

[Pax Cybertronian]

Senator adams typed some commands into a holographic interface, the ship scanned the harbinger's docking bay and plotted a route. The AI subsequently took over and maneuvered it in before letting out the landing gear and maglocking onto the floor.

"Number of occupants?" Gigatron inquires.

"Thirteen, I believe," Bitstream responds.

"So... Are the Vehicons with them?"

"Yes. They're with them now." Bitstream says.

"Good, good..." Gigatron walks through an automatic steel door, presumably to his office.

Bitstream places two middle and index digits to his helm, contacting a Vehicon. "Search them for anything. They may keep their weapons. Then bring them to the Conference Hall. Tell them that this Doomsday-class warship is about as long as an Executor-class from the Human Confederacy, so it may be tiring."

"Yes, sir," the Vehicon replies, who then walks up to Senator Adams, Senator Aranis, Senator Rek and their guards.

[Nocvep]

Mikhail Molotov walked swiftly down the halls of the Red Capitol. Last night's news was still shocking, and he had no chance to talk with the General Secretary since then. As he turned down a long corridor, he stopped at an ornate door- a door to the General Secretary's personal suite in the Capitol. He knocked on the door.

"Come in," a voice came from inside. Molotov turned the knob and the door opened with a creek. The General Secretary, Ivan Odnoletkov, stood in his military uniform at a mirror, fastening medals and symbols to his chest. He turned around to look at the newcomer. "Molotov? I'm not even going to bother asking what you're doing here. What is it?"

Molotov stepped into the room, the wooden floor creaking beneath his fancy shoes. "Well, Comrade Ivan, it only just dawned on me that you want us to meet with extraterrestrial entities for a diplomatic meeting," he replied, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

The General Secretary sighed, "I don't understand you. You've seen the evidence, the research department even showed you the radio logs personally. This is big- we can't let disbelief hold us back from the greatest discovery of the century. What's the point you're trying to make with this?"

"Funny you say that, didn't you order the Internal Commissariat to bury all evidence of this from the public?" smirked Molotov.

"We will reveal this at a more opportune moment," Ivan replied quickly, turning to the mirror to fasten another medal, "we cannot let the populace start having an existential crisis because we found aliens. We need them in the factories, industrializing the country. Diplomacy and deception are the cornerstones of a civilization, my friend."

"Even then, wouldn't it make more sense to have the Central Committee organize a diplomatic team to-"

"The clowns at the Central Committee couldn't even organize a child's birthday party if they tried," interjected Ivan coldly, "This decision had to be thought out thoroughly and made quickly. If it were up to them, we'd be 90 by the time they decided to send a delegation." Molotov chuckled. The Central Committee wasn't very popular around the halls of the Red Capitol. "Go and get ready, a transport craft might be here by nightfall," Ivan continued, "No more questions. You can discuss all you want with the aliens once you're there."

With that, Molotov left the room. He knew there was nothing more to gain from the General Secretary, now all he could do was wait for a transport craft to arrive from the supposed aliens. Maybe he'd have time to get some borscht from the place down the street...

[Pax Cybertronian]

Mikhail Molotov walked swiftly down the halls of the Red Capitol. Last night's news was still shocking, and he had no chance to talk with the General Secretary since then. As he turned down a long corridor, he stopped at an ornate door- a door to the General Secretary's personal suite in the Capitol. He knocked on the door.

"Come in," a voice came from inside. Molotov turned the knob and the door opened with a creek. The General Secretary, Ivan Odnoletkov, stood in his military uniform at a mirror, fastening medals and symbols to his chest. He turned around to look at the newcomer. "Molotov? I'm not even going to bother asking what you're doing here. What is it?"

Molotov stepped into the room, the wooden floor creaking beneath his fancy shoes. "Well, Comrade Ivan, it only just dawned on me that you want us to meet with extraterrestrial entities for a diplomatic meeting," he replied, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

The General Secretary sighed, "I don't understand you. You've seen the evidence, the research department even showed you the radio logs personally. This is big- we can't let disbelief hold us back from the greatest discovery of the century. What's the point you're trying to make with this?"

"Funny you say that, didn't you order the Internal Commissariat to bury all evidence of this from the public?" smirked Molotov.

"We will reveal this at a more opportune moment," Ivan replied quickly, turning to the mirror to fasten another medal, "we cannot let the populace start having an existential crisis because we found aliens. We need them in the factories, industrializing the country. Diplomacy and deception are the cornerstones of a civilization, my friend."

"Even then, wouldn't it make more sense to have the Central Committee organize a diplomatic team to-"

"The clowns at the Central Committee couldn't even organize a child's birthday party if they tried," interjected Ivan coldly, "This decision had to be thought out thoroughly and made quickly. If it were up to them, we'd be 90 by the time they decided to send a delegation." Molotov chuckled. The Central Committee wasn't very popular around the halls of the Red Capitol. "Go and get ready, a transport craft might be here by nightfall," Ivan continued, "No more questions. You can discuss all you want with the aliens once you're there."

With that, Molotov left the room. He knew there was nothing more to gain from the General Secretary, now all he could do was wait for a transport craft to arrive from the supposed aliens. Maybe he'd have time to get some borscht from the place down the street...

A Cybertronian spacecraft landed above the Capitol. Master Megatron - a clone of Megatron and a Phase-Sixer who became one of the Decepticons' Grand Generals, and a member of the Military Conclave - knew that they had to be discreet; they had intercepted communications with Ivan and Molotov communing with the discovery of aliens and why they will reveal their whereabouts at a more opportune time. Master Megatron had a diplomat by the name of Skyscrap fly to the ground and in front of the Red Capitol.

[Arkeyana]

Senator adams typed some commands into a holographic interface, the ship scanned the harbinger's docking bay and plotted a route. The AI subsequently took over and maneuvered it in before letting out the landing gear and maglocking onto the floor.

"Number of occupants?" Gigatron inquires.

"Thirteen, I believe," Bitstream responds.

"So... Are the Vehicons with them?"

"Yes. They're with them now." Bitstream says.

"Good, good..." Gigatron walks through an automatic steel door, presumably to his office.

Bitstream places two middle and index digits to his helm, contacting a Vehicon. "Search them for anything. They may keep their weapons. Then bring them to the Conference Hall. Tell them that this Doomsday-class warship is about as long as an Executor-class from the Human Confederacy, so it may be tiring."

"Yes, sir," the Vehicon replies, who then walks up to Senator Adams, Senator Aranis, Senator Rek and their guards.

Senator Rek, who decided to forgo the new life training protocol, jumped back. "WHAT IN THE BLAZES IS THAT" ?!?!?!?!?! he shouted. "that's what the cybertronians call a "vehicon", Rek" said Senator Aranis, turning to the vehicon. "I'm sorry for his reaction, he decided to forgo the New life Protocol, I assume that you were assigned to escort us to the Conference room.

[Pax Cybertronian]

"Number of occupants?" Gigatron inquires.

"Thirteen, I believe," Bitstream responds.

"So... Are the Vehicons with them?"

"Yes. They're with them now." Bitstream says.

"Good, good..." Gigatron walks through an automatic steel door, presumably to his office.

Bitstream places two middle and index digits to his helm, contacting a Vehicon. "Search them for anything. They may keep their weapons. Then bring them to the Conference Hall. Tell them that this Doomsday-class warship is about as long as an Executor-class from the Human Confederacy, so it may be tiring."

"Yes, sir," the Vehicon replies, who then walks up to Senator Adams, Senator Aranis, Senator Rek and their guards.

Senator Rek, who decided to forgo the new life training protocol, jumped back. "WHAT IN THE BLAZES IS THAT" ?!?!?!?!?! he shouted. "that's what the cybertronians call a "vehicon", Rek" said Senator Aranis, turning to the vehicon. "I'm sorry for his reaction, he decided to forgo the New life Protocol, I assume that you were assigned to escort us to the Conference room.

"By Bitstream, yes. Come with us. It's at the other end of the ship." The Vehicon then walks off with the Senators and their guards towards the Conference Hall. "Bitstream also told me to mention to you that it'll be a bit of a walk; it's around the same distance as it would be in an Executor-class spacecraft from the Human Confederacy. The High Lords - the ones who are hosting this meeting - are in there."

[Arkeyana]

"Ok, let's go" Said Adams, following the vehicon. "It won't be too tiring for me, I sered four years aboard a federation dreadnought, and those outsize this one by several miles.

[Pax Cybertronian]

"Ok, let's go" Said Adams, following the vehicon. "It won't be too tiring for me, I sered four years aboard a federation dreadnought, and those outsize this one by several miles.

The Vehicons walk across the interior of the ships, passing by prisoners being carted into cells for "interrogation" and military exercises. They pass by Cybertronians and organics undergoing scientific experiments and even what seems to be some executions. At one point, everyone passes some propaganda posters displaying "The High Lords Are Watching You" and "Destroy Autobot Tyranny!", along other slogans. A Decepticon fanatic can be seen in the Assembly Hall giving out a speech on the inferiority of sub-sapient species and how they must be exterminated since they are incapable of perceiving the fact that mechanoids are, by nature, superior.

Finally, everyone reaches the Conference Hall. "Here's the Conference Hall," the Vehicon says. "The High Lords are inside."

The Vehicon opens the door, revealing the High Lords of Cybertron, all sitting on thrones. In the centre of the Hall is a long circular table with what seems to be hundreds of chairs and smaller thrones aligned against one another in a darkish room.

[-The Eurasian Empire-]

Showing Dominance


A screaming would shatter through space and time with an adnormality of a grim north light kind of effect happening in a shunning fashion with a thunderous roar following with an epic explosion of a wormhole opening emerging with giant planetary size vessel, which would be the flagship, Eurasia first, the most powerful world class dreadnought in the Nationalist Armada barely touching the nose of the Cybertonian spaceships, intentionally with Grim Reaper class battleships exiting from warp space in the millions these would be reaper-like mechanical beings created by the Naval Science Unit in experimenting on nanobots to have a remote controlled invasion force in the Federation's galactic conquests in the universe to save money and resources with these ships able to multipling by duplicating feeding on asteroids, entire stars and inhabited worlds and other things to remain active to serve the Emperor's will.It would be a menacing sight to see, organics ruled by a Demon Lord to achieve so much in such few years.Though this was a standard and egotistical way of showing the power of the Federation in every affair they take part with diplomacy with extraterrestrial civilizations."We have arrived, my Lords." Said Grand Admiral with his body riddled with wires and tubes, with metal boxes that show his life signs and bodily functions that keeps dissent from happening in the Federation with propaganda always showing in their cybernetic brain to ease independent thoughts to prevent thought crimes from happening, but with military officials it would be repeat of strategies created by artifactual intelligence controlling the soldier or commander, with them permanently becoming one with the Emperor in transhumanist definition that every citizen is educated to worship and wish to become one with the Emperor to hear his visions and thousands of statism to be the ideal servant to the Government by the Imperial Cult.The Emperor would give permission to contact the Cybertonians to ensure them they were friendlies here for the meeting to insure that this wasn't a signal of war with other classes of federated warships coming out of warp and hyperspace.

Our dearest apologies, Cybertonians, but you must understand the absolute protection of the Emperor is our highest priority, we mustn't dare he light on his Majesty's safety, even towards those who have spoken to him at the Banquet in the old century.The Imperial Armada will remain orbiting around your fleet until the summit is over, we are not keen on trusting extraterrestrials with the Emperor and the Grand Marshal's protection.Now we request permission to broad your flagship.

Commissar of the Armada, Vtyex Kazius.

The Federation would be figured to be overzealous on guarding their Divine Emperor through this was justified as Xavier Vonstein is the only one to keep the Federation united by his blessings or it would fall into the eternal flames of civil war that would spread like lightning throughout the stars and dimensions with warlords battling for the Silver Throne that commands all the Armada and the millions of terminator class droids that make up the majority of the Nationalist Armed Forces, but even with this power they were looking to further develop it with combining Cybertonian technology with theirs for classified reasons.

The Emperor, standing looking out the window of the Bridge, wearing his occasional uniform that he is seen wearing when he is commanding the dominion allowing the party members of the Eurasian National to take a relaxing vacation from the stressing of working in the government dealing with domestic and external business of the state daily for the survival of the utopian viewed in the eyes of the monarch."We will receive permission to broad their flagship soon, m'lord." Said Grand Marshal Lucius, a wicked man dressed in a leather nazi-style overcoat with a black armband with a yellow star representing the ruling party, with his hair in an edgy side shave hairstyle that has been dyed purple-ish black color."We should be cautious on these metallic freaks, your majesty." He said coldly."Already having a bad opinion on them, are we? How not surprising with you hating everything you see in sight.We should stay open-minded towards these sentients that believe they are God of all things, which if a High God was to show up.They'll know there place in the universe, deities and demons are the masters them the slaves." Said the Emperor, jokingly.The Grand Marshal would just grin, with them waiting for a response by the Cybertronians.

[Pax Cybertronian]

Showing Dominance


A screaming would shatter through space and time with an adnormality of a grim north light kind of effect happening in a shunning fashion with a thunderous roar following with an epic explosion of a wormhole opening emerging with giant planetary size vessel, which would be the flagship, Eurasia first, the most powerful world class dreadnought in the Nationalist Armada barely touching the nose of the Cybertonian spaceships, intentionally with Grim Reaper class battleships exiting from warp space in the millions these would be reaper-like mechanical beings created by the Naval Science Unit in experimenting on nanobots to have a remote controlled invasion force in the Federation's galactic conquests in the universe to save money and resources with these ships able to multipling by duplicating feeding on asteroids, entire stars and inhabited worlds and other things to remain active to serve the Emperor's will.It would be a menacing sight to see, organics ruled by a Demon Lord to achieve so much in such few years.Though this was a standard and egotistical way of showing the power of the Federation in every affair they take part with diplomacy with extraterrestrial civilizations."We have arrived, my Lords." Said Grand Admiral with his body riddled with wires and tubes, with metal boxes that show his life signs and bodily functions that keeps dissent from happening in the Federation with propaganda always showing in their cybernetic brain to ease independent thoughts to prevent thought crimes from happening, but with military officials it would be repeat of strategies created by artifactual intelligence controlling the soldier or commander, with them permanently becoming one with the Emperor in transhumanist definition that every citizen is educated to worship and wish to become one with the Emperor to hear his visions and thousands of statism to be the ideal servant to the Government by the Imperial Cult.The Emperor would give permission to contact the Cybertonians to ensure them they were friendlies here for the meeting to insure that this wasn't a signal of war with other classes of federated warships coming out of warp and hyperspace.

Our dearest apologies, Cybertonians, but you must understand the absolute protection of the Emperor is our highest priority, we mustn't dare he light on his Majesty's safety, even towards those who have spoken to him at the Banquet in the old century.The Imperial Armada will remain orbiting around your fleet until the summit is over, we are not keen on trusting extraterrestrials with the Emperor and the Grand Marshal's protection.Now we request permission to broad your flagship.

Commissar of the Armada, Vtyex Kazius.

The Federation would be figured to be overzealous on guarding their Divine Emperor through this was justified as Xavier Vonstein is the only one to keep the Federation united by his blessings or it would fall into the eternal flames of civil war that would spread like lightning throughout the stars and dimensions with warlords battling for the Silver Throne that commands all the Armada and the millions of terminator class droids that make up the majority of the Nationalist Armed Forces, but even with this power they were looking to further develop it with combining Cybertonian technology with theirs for classified reasons.

The Emperor, standing looking out the window of the Bridge, wearing his occasional uniform that he is seen wearing when he is commanding the dominion allowing the party members of the Eurasian National to take a relaxing vacation from the stressing of working in the government dealing with domestic and external business of the state daily for the survival of the utopian viewed in the eyes of the monarch."We will receive permission to broad their flagship soon, m'lord." Said Grand Marshal Lucius, a wicked man dressed in a leather nazi-style overcoat with a black armband with a yellow star representing the ruling party, with his hair in an edgy side shave hairstyle that has been dyed purple-ish black color."We should be cautious on these metallic freaks, your majesty." He said coldly."Already having a bad opinion on them, are we? How not surprising with you hating everything you see in sight.We should stay open-minded towards these sentients that believe they are God of all things, which if a High God was to show up.They'll know there place in the universe, deities and demons are the masters them the slaves." Said the Emperor, jokingly.The Grand Marshal would just grin, with them waiting for a response by the Cybertronians.

"Lord Megatron," a loyal Decepticon courier states, "The Imperial Fleet have sent us a message. Shall I display it to you?"

"Of course. Show it now."

Our dearest apologies, Cybertonians, but you must understand the absolute protection of the Emperor is our highest priority, we mustn't dare he light on his Majesty's safety, even towards those who have spoken to him at the Banquet in the old century.The Imperial Armada will remain orbiting around your fleet until the summit is over, we are not keen on trusting extraterrestrials with the Emperor and the Grand Marshal's protection.Now we request permission to broad your flagship.

Commissar of the Armada, Vtyex Kazius.

"Grant them access to board the Harbinger and allow them to orbit the fleet to defend their Emperor. They don't display any present danger to us and they seem to be loyal to their Emperor. Something that some of us lack. When they dock in the bay, they will be greeted by a squadron of Vehicon soldiers upon their arrival, who will guide them through the flagship to the Conference Hall," Megatron orders.

"Of course, my Lord," the courier says. He then transforms into a fighter jet and flies down towards the docking bay, gives the message to Gigatron and awaits their arrival.

"Have you seen the starship, Megatron? To be fair, you'd be deaf not to; everyone heard the ship's scream. Well, at least they seem to be technologically advanced... for organics," Starscream notes.

"For organics, of course." Megatron responds, flicking through his datapad.

"I think that they're led by a Demon Lord or something like that," 'Icy' Blitzwing responds.

"Yes, that's what I'm looking for. I want to see this person, this "Xavier Vonstein" in person. Perhaps we'll be well acquainted..." Megatron says sinisterly, tapping his Fusion Cannon.

[-The Eurasian Empire-]

The Shuttle would extraordinarily large for an average fleshling, when landed smoothly in the Harbinger, following the Emperor would step standing 29 feet tall, walking towards Megatron.As his body would be crawling with nanobots that have duplicated in the millions to allow the Emperor to be at his abnormal height from his original that was 7'1 inches in height.It would be same with the Grand Marhal with his original being 6'5 inches."Greetings, Lord Megatron, all is well I presume?" Xavier said, with relaxed voice.Lucius Wolfgang would be skeptical of the transformer through would remain silent until the meeting."And don't mind, my marshal, he has a tendency to hate everything and everyone for occasional good reasons for whatever that might be in his thoughts." Added Xavier, same tone of voice.

[Pax Cybertronian]

The Shuttle would extraordinarily large for an average fleshling, when landed smoothly in the Harbinger, following the Emperor would step standing 29 feet tall, walking towards Megatron.As his body would be crawling with nanobots that have duplicated in the millions to allow the Emperor to be at his abnormal height from his original that was 7'1 inches in height.It would be same with the Grand Marhal with his original being 6'5 inches."Greetings, Lord Megatron, all is well I presume?" Xavier said, with relaxed voice.Lucius Wolfgang would be skeptical of the transformer through would remain silent until the meeting."And don't mind, my marshal, he has a tendency to hate everything and everyone for occasional good reasons for whatever that might be in his thoughts." Added Xavier, same tone of voice.

"Ah, of course, Xavier, of course. As you can tell, these 'bots here are my fellow High Lords: Starscream, Soundwave, Shockwave, Blitzwing, Lugnut, Gnashteeth, Scorponok, Tripredacus, Contrail, Xeon, Mindgame, Jhiaxus, Legonis, Octus, Seizer and Thunderwing," Megatron states, waving his extended arm over to the rest of the High Lords. "The one of most importance is, of course, President Starscream, the 'bot who set up this meeting in the first place." He points to Starscream, currently swiping at a datapad, presumably looking at either how the Badgeless are keeping down dissent, who's won the Games or what technology that they've cooked up.

Starscream quickly looks up and says, "Please, take a seat at either one of the thrones or one of the chairs. Whichever you prefer."

[Arkeyana]

Showing Dominance


A screaming would shatter through space and time with an adnormality of a grim north light kind of effect happening in a shunning fashion with a thunderous roar following with an epic explosion of a wormhole opening emerging with giant planetary size vessel, which would be the flagship, Eurasia first, the most powerful world class dreadnought in the Nationalist Armada barely touching the nose of the Cybertonian spaceships, intentionally with Grim Reaper class battleships exiting from warp space in the millions these would be reaper-like mechanical beings created by the Naval Science Unit in experimenting on nanobots to have a remote controlled invasion force in the Federation's galactic conquests in the universe to save money and resources with these ships able to multipling by duplicating feeding on asteroids, entire stars and inhabited worlds and other things to remain active to serve the Emperor's will.It would be a menacing sight to see, organics ruled by a Demon Lord to achieve so much in such few years.Though this was a standard and egotistical way of showing the power of the Federation in every affair they take part with diplomacy with extraterrestrial civilizations."We have arrived, my Lords." Said Grand Admiral with his body riddled with wires and tubes, with metal boxes that show his life signs and bodily functions that keeps dissent from happening in the Federation with propaganda always showing in their cybernetic brain to ease independent thoughts to prevent thought crimes from happening, but with military officials it would be repeat of strategies created by artifactual intelligence controlling the soldier or commander, with them permanently becoming one with the Emperor in transhumanist definition that every citizen is educated to worship and wish to become one with the Emperor to hear his visions and thousands of statism to be the ideal servant to the Government by the Imperial Cult.The Emperor would give permission to contact the Cybertonians to ensure them they were friendlies here for the meeting to insure that this wasn't a signal of war with other classes of federated warships coming out of warp and hyperspace.

Our dearest apologies, Cybertonians, but you must understand the absolute protection of the Emperor is our highest priority, we mustn't dare he light on his Majesty's safety, even towards those who have spoken to him at the Banquet in the old century.The Imperial Armada will remain orbiting around your fleet until the summit is over, we are not keen on trusting extraterrestrials with the Emperor and the Grand Marshal's protection.Now we request permission to broad your flagship.

Commissar of the Armada, Vtyex Kazius.

The Federation would be figured to be overzealous on guarding their Divine Emperor through this was justified as Xavier Vonstein is the only one to keep the Federation united by his blessings or it would fall into the eternal flames of civil war that would spread like lightning throughout the stars and dimensions with warlords battling for the Silver Throne that commands all the Armada and the millions of terminator class droids that make up the majority of the Nationalist Armed Forces, but even with this power they were looking to further develop it with combining Cybertonian technology with theirs for classified reasons.

The Emperor, standing looking out the window of the Bridge, wearing his occasional uniform that he is seen wearing when he is commanding the dominion allowing the party members of the Eurasian National to take a relaxing vacation from the stressing of working in the government dealing with domestic and external business of the state daily for the survival of the utopian viewed in the eyes of the monarch."We will receive permission to broad their flagship soon, m'lord." Said Grand Marshal Lucius, a wicked man dressed in a leather nazi-style overcoat with a black armband with a yellow star representing the ruling party, with his hair in an edgy side shave hairstyle that has been dyed purple-ish black color."We should be cautious on these metallic freaks, your majesty." He said coldly."Already having a bad opinion on them, are we? How not surprising with you hating everything you see in sight.We should stay open-minded towards these sentients that believe they are God of all things, which if a High God was to show up.They'll know there place in the universe, deities and demons are the masters them the slaves." Said the Emperor, jokingly.The Grand Marshal would just grin, with them waiting for a response by the Cybertronians.

"well they don't know the definition of subtle" said senator Aranis, covering her ears. "ah there they are" said Senator Adams, walking into the meeting room. "mr megatron, it is a pleasure to meet you in person".

[Pax Cybertronian]

Showing Dominance


A screaming would shatter through space and time with an adnormality of a grim north light kind of effect happening in a shunning fashion with a thunderous roar following with an epic explosion of a wormhole opening emerging with giant planetary size vessel, which would be the flagship, Eurasia first, the most powerful world class dreadnought in the Nationalist Armada barely touching the nose of the Cybertonian spaceships, intentionally with Grim Reaper class battleships exiting from warp space in the millions these would be reaper-like mechanical beings created by the Naval Science Unit in experimenting on nanobots to have a remote controlled invasion force in the Federation's galactic conquests in the universe to save money and resources with these ships able to multipling by duplicating feeding on asteroids, entire stars and inhabited worlds and other things to remain active to serve the Emperor's will.It would be a menacing sight to see, organics ruled by a Demon Lord to achieve so much in such few years.Though this was a standard and egotistical way of showing the power of the Federation in every affair they take part with diplomacy with extraterrestrial civilizations."We have arrived, my Lords." Said Grand Admiral with his body riddled with wires and tubes, with metal boxes that show his life signs and bodily functions that keeps dissent from happening in the Federation with propaganda always showing in their cybernetic brain to ease independent thoughts to prevent thought crimes from happening, but with military officials it would be repeat of strategies created by artifactual intelligence controlling the soldier or commander, with them permanently becoming one with the Emperor in transhumanist definition that every citizen is educated to worship and wish to become one with the Emperor to hear his visions and thousands of statism to be the ideal servant to the Government by the Imperial Cult.The Emperor would give permission to contact the Cybertonians to ensure them they were friendlies here for the meeting to insure that this wasn't a signal of war with other classes of federated warships coming out of warp and hyperspace.

Our dearest apologies, Cybertonians, but you must understand the absolute protection of the Emperor is our highest priority, we mustn't dare he light on his Majesty's safety, even towards those who have spoken to him at the Banquet in the old century.The Imperial Armada will remain orbiting around your fleet until the summit is over, we are not keen on trusting extraterrestrials with the Emperor and the Grand Marshal's protection.Now we request permission to broad your flagship.

Commissar of the Armada, Vtyex Kazius.

The Federation would be figured to be overzealous on guarding their Divine Emperor through this was justified as Xavier Vonstein is the only one to keep the Federation united by his blessings or it would fall into the eternal flames of civil war that would spread like lightning throughout the stars and dimensions with warlords battling for the Silver Throne that commands all the Armada and the millions of terminator class droids that make up the majority of the Nationalist Armed Forces, but even with this power they were looking to further develop it with combining Cybertonian technology with theirs for classified reasons.

The Emperor, standing looking out the window of the Bridge, wearing his occasional uniform that he is seen wearing when he is commanding the dominion allowing the party members of the Eurasian National to take a relaxing vacation from the stressing of working in the government dealing with domestic and external business of the state daily for the survival of the utopian viewed in the eyes of the monarch."We will receive permission to broad their flagship soon, m'lord." Said Grand Marshal Lucius, a wicked man dressed in a leather nazi-style overcoat with a black armband with a yellow star representing the ruling party, with his hair in an edgy side shave hairstyle that has been dyed purple-ish black color."We should be cautious on these metallic freaks, your majesty." He said coldly."Already having a bad opinion on them, are we? How not surprising with you hating everything you see in sight.We should stay open-minded towards these sentients that believe they are God of all things, which if a High God was to show up.They'll know there place in the universe, deities and demons are the masters them the slaves." Said the Emperor, jokingly.The Grand Marshal would just grin, with them waiting for a response by the Cybertronians.

"well they don't know the definition of subtle" said senator Aranis, covering her ears. "ah there they are" said Senator Adams, walking into the meeting room. "mr megatron, it is a pleasure to meet you in person".

"Same to you, Adams. Please, take a seat," Megatron responds, with a perhaps falsified sense of politeness. "Here you can see the rest of the High Lords; you should know President Starscream and myself: Soundwave, Shockwave, Blitzwing, Lugnut, Gnashteeth, Scorponok, Tripredacus, Contrail, Xeon, Mindgame, Jhiaxus, Legonis, Octus, Seizer and Thunderwing. Gigatron will be here in a minute, I presume."

"I swear I remember him from somewhere... Von Braun... We held the meeting after an Earth was destroyed," Starscream mutters. "Was he on the guest list?"

"Yes."

"Right... So, Senators, I must ask: why are you here?" Starscream inquires, datapad still in hand.

[The Normandian Empire]

A few light years away from the Harbinger, a slipspace portal opened with the ISS Cerberus, flagship of the Normandian fleet, warping out of it. Five minutes later the ISS Eagle's Wing in hangar bay 3, tasked to bring the delegation to the GIL meeting, was ready to take off.

"Sir, the Eagle's Wing is ready to take off, captain." the bridge officer said, "Can I give permission?"
"Permission granted." the captain replied.
"This is the ISS Cerberus to ISS Eagle's Wing you have permission to take off."
"Copy that, Cerberus, we're plotting course to the Harbinger."

The large Anaconda-class ship left the hangar bay of the ISS Cerberus escorted by five Longswords. The Eagle's Wing switched to main thrusters and opened it's windows in front of the the observation deck where the diplomatic delegation was sitting and the bridge, allowing the crew to see in the endless void of space.

"Annexing the galaxy... That's going to be fun." Emperor Sebastian Harrison said while watching the endless darkness in space.
"I'm certainly looking forward to it..." General Wolffe replied. "Think about it, the entire galaxy would know how we look like, how our flag looks like, how our anthem sounds like, how our great army is feared... But what about revolutions from colonists who want independence?"
"I'm quite sure our army and the Royal Imperial Guards can stop them before they grow larger threat ."
"Plus, we've got ANI on our side, they eliminate those types of threats before they even exist." Royal Prince Sebastian Harrison JR.
interrupted.
"Or so you thi-"

The intercom interrupted Wolffe with an announcement.

"This is your captain speaking, we'll be at the Harbinger in 5 minutes, prepare to land. All Royal Imperial Units suit up and prepare to escort the Emperor and the diplomatic delegation."

"Mmmph, Let's make a nice beginning with these Cybertronians, everyone." Emperor Sebastian Harrison said.
"Yeah sure, making contact with an extraterrestrial robotical species that can transform into cars, helicopters and bikes... What could possibly go wrong?" Harrison JR. replied.
"Let's keep it positive here..."

While the eight Imperial Guards were suiting up in the Armory. The Eagle's Wing was approaching the Harbinger and the communications officer started to hail them.

"This is the ISS Eagle's Wing to the Harbinger, requesting permission to land in a hangar..."

[Pax Cybertronian]

A few light years away from the Harbinger, a slipspace portal opened with the ISS Cerberus, flagship of the Normandian fleet, warping out of it. Five minutes later the ISS Eagle's Wing in hangar bay 3, tasked to bring the delegation to the GIL meeting, was ready to take off.

"Sir, the Eagle's Wing is ready to take off, captain." the bridge officer said, "Can I give permission?"
"Permission granted." the captain replied.
"This is the ISS Cerberus to ISS Eagle's Wing you have permission to take off."
"Copy that, Cerberus, we're plotting course to the Harbinger."

The large Anaconda-class ship left the hangar bay of the ISS Cerberus escorted by five Longswords. The Eagle's Wing switched to main thrusters and opened it's windows in front of the the observation deck where the diplomatic delegation was sitting and the bridge, allowing the crew to see in the endless void of space.

"Annexing the galaxy... That's going to be fun." Emperor Sebastian Harrison said while watching the endless darkness in space.
"I'm certainly looking forward to it..." General Wolffe replied. "Think about it, the entire galaxy would know how we look like, how our flag looks like, how our anthem sounds like, how our great army is feared... But what about revolutions from colonists who want independence?"
"I'm quite sure our army and the Royal Imperial Guards can stop them before they grow larger threat ."
"Plus, we've got ANI on our side, they eliminate those types of threats before they even exist." Royal Prince Sebastian Harrison JR.
interrupted.
"Or so you thi-"

The intercom interrupted Wolffe with an announcement.

"This is your captain speaking, we'll be at the Harbinger in 5 minutes, prepare to land. All Royal Imperial Units suit up and prepare to escort the Emperor and the diplomatic delegation."

"Mmmph, Let's make a nice beginning with these Cybertronians, everyone." Emperor Sebastian Harrison said.
"Yeah sure, making contact with an extraterrestrial robotical species that can transform into cars, helicopters and bikes... What could possibly go wrong?" Harrison JR. replied.
"Let's keep it positive here..."

While the eight Imperial Guards were suiting up in the Armory. The Eagle's Wing was approaching the Harbinger and the communications officer started to hail them.

"This is the ISS Eagle's Wing to the Harbinger, requesting permission to land in a hangar..."

"Permission granted. Come on in," Bitstream responds, observing the ISS Eagle's Wing in space.

Hotlink walks over to a chair and leans over the comm. "Lord Megatron, the Normandian Empire are docking in the hangar. We've got another one joining us. Yes, led by Emperor Sebastian Harrison Sr. of the Normandian Empire. Understood, I'll tell Commander Gigatron."

Hotlink transforms into a Cybertronian fighter plane and flies down towards Gigatron's office. After a few seconds, Bitstream sees Gigatron transform into a bat and fly down the hallway towards the Conference Hall. "So, what do you say to him?"

"That he's needed for a meeting."

Bitstream leans over the comm and says, "Vehicon CM-3412, to Hanger Twelve."

[Arkeyana]

"well they don't know the definition of subtle" said senator Aranis, covering her ears. "ah there they are" said Senator Adams, walking into the meeting room. "mr megatron, it is a pleasure to meet you in person".

"Same to you, Adams. Please, take a seat," Megatron responds, with a perhaps falsified sense of politeness. "Here you can see the rest of the High Lords; you should know President Starscream and myself: Soundwave, Shockwave, Blitzwing, Lugnut, Gnashteeth, Scorponok, Tripredacus, Contrail, Xeon, Mindgame, Jhiaxus, Legonis, Octus, Seizer and Thunderwing. Gigatron will be here in a minute, I presume."

"I swear I remember him from somewhere... Von Braun... We held the meeting after a Earth was destroyed," Starscream mutters. "Was he on the guest list?"

"Yes."

"Right... So, Senators, I must ask: why are you here?" Starscream inquires, datapad still in hand.

"oh yeah, he sends his regards, he couldn't come because well, someone had to take our places during the meeting". Senator Adams said. "and we are here to establish trade, colonies, and inviting new species to the federation".

[The Normandian Empire]

A few light years away from the Harbinger, a slipspace portal opened with the ISS Cerberus, flagship of the Normandian fleet, warping out of it. Five minutes later the ISS Eagle's Wing in hangar bay 3, tasked to bring the delegation to the GIL meeting, was ready to take off.

"Sir, the Eagle's Wing is ready to take off, captain." the bridge officer said, "Can I give permission?"
"Permission granted." the captain replied.
"This is the ISS Cerberus to ISS Eagle's Wing you have permission to take off."
"Copy that, Cerberus, we're plotting course to the Harbinger."

The large Anaconda-class ship left the hangar bay of the ISS Cerberus escorted by five Longswords. The Eagle's Wing switched to main thrusters and opened it's windows in front of the the observation deck where the diplomatic delegation was sitting and the bridge, allowing the crew to see in the endless void of space.

"Annexing the galaxy... That's going to be fun." Emperor Sebastian Harrison said while watching the endless darkness in space.
"I'm certainly looking forward to it..." General Wolffe replied. "Think about it, the entire galaxy would know how we look like, how our flag looks like, how our anthem sounds like, how our great army is feared... But what about revolutions from colonists who want independence?"
"I'm quite sure our army and the Royal Imperial Guards can stop them before they grow larger threat ."
"Plus, we've got ANI on our side, they eliminate those types of threats before they even exist." Royal Prince Sebastian Harrison JR.
interrupted.
"Or so you thi-"

The intercom interrupted Wolffe with an announcement.

"This is your captain speaking, we'll be at the Harbinger in 5 minutes, prepare to land. All Royal Imperial Units suit up and prepare to escort the Emperor and the diplomatic delegation."

"Mmmph, Let's make a nice beginning with these Cybertronians, everyone." Emperor Sebastian Harrison said.
"Yeah sure, making contact with an extraterrestrial robotical species that can transform into cars, helicopters and bikes... What could possibly go wrong?" Harrison JR. replied.
"Let's keep it positive here..."

While the eight Imperial Guards were suiting up in the Armory. The Eagle's Wing was approaching the Harbinger and the communications officer started to hail them.

"This is the ISS Eagle's Wing to the Harbinger, requesting permission to land in a hangar..."

"Permission granted. Come on in," Bitstream responds, observing the ISS Eagle's Wing in space.

Hotlink walks over to a chair and leans over the comm. "Lord Megatron, the Normandian Empire are docking in the hangar. We've got another one joining us. Yes, led by Emperor Sebastian Harrison Sr. of the Normandian Empire. Understood, I'll tell Commander Gigatron."

Hotlink transforms into a Cybertronian fighter plane and flies down towards Gigatron's office. After a few seconds, Bitstream sees Gigatron transform into a bat and fly down the hallway towards the Conference Hall. "So, what do you say to him?"

"That he's needed for a meeting."

Bitstream leans over the comm and says, "Vehicon CM-3412, to Hanger Twelve."

"Copy that, Harbinger" the pilot said. "Docking now..."

The ISS Eagle's Wing descended on the landing pad of the hangar, later the main door in the middle opened with the delegation and 8 Royal Imperial Guards escorting them to the Vehicon.

"Ah, Mr..." Emperor Sebastian Harrison then whispered in one of the Imperial Guards. "Who's this again?"
"It's a Vehicon, sir." The Guard replied.
"Ah, Mr. Vehicon it's a pleasure to meet you, can you please lead the way to the meeting area?"

[Pax Cybertronian]

"Same to you, Adams. Please, take a seat," Megatron responds, with a perhaps falsified sense of politeness. "Here you can see the rest of the High Lords; you should know President Starscream and myself: Soundwave, Shockwave, Blitzwing, Lugnut, Gnashteeth, Scorponok, Tripredacus, Contrail, Xeon, Mindgame, Jhiaxus, Legonis, Octus, Seizer and Thunderwing. Gigatron will be here in a minute, I presume."

"I swear I remember him from somewhere... Von Braun... We held the meeting after a Earth was destroyed," Starscream mutters. "Was he on the guest list?"

"Yes."

"Right... So, Senators, I must ask: why are you here?" Starscream inquires, datapad still in hand.

"oh yeah, he sends his regards, he couldn't come because well, someone had to take our places during the meeting". Senator Adams said. "and we are here to establish trade, colonies, and inviting new species to the federation".

"OK... What is the Federation?" inquires Soundwave.

"A pan-galactic organisation to establish... peace and trade, I think," Starscream replies. "So, from the message you sent to us, we hear you're interested in technological trade?"

"Permission granted. Come on in," Bitstream responds, observing the ISS Eagle's Wing in space.

Hotlink walks over to a chair and leans over the comm. "Lord Megatron, the Normandian Empire are docking in the hangar. We've got another one joining us. Yes, led by Emperor Sebastian Harrison Sr. of the Normandian Empire. Understood, I'll tell Commander Gigatron."

Hotlink transforms into a Cybertronian fighter plane and flies down towards Gigatron's office. After a few seconds, Bitstream sees Gigatron transform into a bat and fly down the hallway towards the Conference Hall. "So, what do you say to him?"

"That he's needed for a meeting."

Bitstream leans over the comm and says, "Vehicon CM-3412, to Hanger Twelve."

"Copy that, Harbinger" the pilot said. "Docking now..."

The ISS Eagle's Wing descended on the landing pad of the hangar, later the main door in the middle opened with the delegation and 8 Royal Imperial Guards escorting them to the Vehicon.

"Ah, Mr..." Emperor Sebastian Harrison then whispered in one of the Imperial Guards. "Who's this again?"
"It's a Vehicon, sir." The Guard replied.
"Ah, Mr. Vehicon it's a pleasure to meet you, can you please lead the way to the meeting area?"

"Roger that. Follow me."

The Vehicon walks down the Doomsday-class warship, passing by barracks, medical facilities, science facilities, torture centres, etc. At one point, they even reach the Assembly Hall, where they see a Decepticon delivering propaganda about the "glory of the High Lords" and their rule. Finally, they reach the Conference Hall and CM-3412 opens the door, revealing the representatives inside.

"Here it is. The High Lords and representatives from the Federation and the Eurasian Empire are inside," the Vehicon states.

[The Normandian Empire]

"Thank you, Vehicon CM3412" Emperor Sebastian Harrison said to the Vehicon.

The Normandian delegation entered the meeting room and took their seats.

"What an impressive ship." General Wolffe said while staring at the walls and ceilings of the ship. "An incredible technological development they have."

"It sure is." Harrison JR. replied. "But once in the far far future, we'll come to this technological advancement too. And we will be unstoppable. And thanks to ANI I could possibly see that day..."

"What do you mean?!" Wolffe replied.

"Classified information, General." Emperor Sebastian Harrison replied. "Only available to the Royal Imperial Family and ANI itself..."

[-The Eurasian Empire-]

The Shuttle would extraordinarily large for an average fleshling, when landed smoothly in the Harbinger, following the Emperor would step standing 29 feet tall, walking towards Megatron.As his body would be crawling with nanobots that have duplicated in the millions to allow the Emperor to be at his abnormal height from his original that was 7'1 inches in height.It would be same with the Grand Marhal with his original being 6'5 inches."Greetings, Lord Megatron, all is well I presume?" Xavier said, with relaxed voice.Lucius Wolfgang would be skeptical of the transformer through would remain silent until the meeting."And don't mind, my marshal, he has a tendency to hate everything and everyone for occasional good reasons for whatever that might be in his thoughts." Added Xavier, same tone of voice.

"Ah, of course, Xavier, of course. As you can tell, these 'bots here are my fellow High Lords: Starscream, Soundwave, Shockwave, Blitzwing, Lugnut, Gnashteeth, Scorponok, Tripredacus, Contrail, Xeon, Mindgame, Jhiaxus, Legonis, Octus, Seizer and Thunderwing," Megatron states, waving his extended arm over to the rest of the High Lords. "The one of most importance is, of course, President Starscream, the 'bot who set up this meeting in the first place." He points to Starscream, currently swiping at a datapad, presumably looking at either how the Badgeless are keeping down dissent, who's won the Games or what technology that they've cooked up.

Starscream quickly looks up and says, "Please, take a seat at either one of the thrones or one of the chairs. Whichever you prefer."

Given the current size of the Emperor, he took a seat at a throne with Lucius taking a seat nearest to his Highness."What storm shall we discuss in this foundation of Alliance to reign monstrous destruction on our enemies.Oh, yes, and Leader, Starscream, will the slaves be delivered to Imperial custody after the meeting is over?" Asked the Emperor calmly.