by Gautier Sans Avoire

Created on: July 14, 2008

44, 877.1017."Anax" Anaximander,
Rebel-held former Imperial Colony
The Chaos Rebels' "Sublime Palace"
Gamma Dome, Upper Eighth Level.

Hypnotic Music filled the air as clouds of stimulant smoke wafted throughout the
Sublime Palace. The Executive/Chairman lounged on a silk divan, attended by
young, nubile, slave-girls. Courtiers and their "hangers-on" entertained themselves and others with wild, reckless, abandon. Suddenly, the palace doors swung open with a crash, knocking two intoxicated guards aside. A tall figure in ancient Armor walked through the smoke, straight toward the Executive's couch. The Executive/Chairman's eyes widened as he recognized the armored figure and dropped to his knees, mumbling; "Ahh, Warlord Orlock Ghaul, what an honor, what an honor"... Orlock Ghaul stopped inches from the Executive and reached down, lifting the squirming man off of the couch and raising him to helmet visor level.

A deep, unnatural voice spoke out, saying; " We make the greatest offensive by Chaos in a hundred years and you have time to sit here, pleasuring yourselves with slave girls?" The Executive/Chairman began to stammer out excuses but was cut off by the swift fall of being dropped to ground level. In his rage, Orlock Ghaul raised his hand and a glowing shaft of energy appeared in his grip. In a flash, Orlock Ghaul threw the shaft of energy, striking a
Slaaneeshi courtier who paid no attention, lost in drug usage. The shaft exploded into the courtier's chest,killing him instantly. Orlock Ghaul roared loudly as the warriors in his train clicked approvingly in an alien language. The Executive/Chairman groveled at the feet of the Chaos Warlord, pleading his loyalty and devotion to Chaos.
"I have sworn the Soul-Oath, Master, mercy, please, please"...Orlock Ghaul spoke again, saying; " I remember your Oath and it shall bind even a fool such as you, but I shall leave some of my Death Commandos here to ensure that you remember your Oath, as well"...The Executive/Chairman quailed in fear, dismissing the foolish courtiers with a terse shout; "Go, get out!" As the Chaos Warlord departed, two of the Loxatl took up position as guards,
inside his private quarters, watching him....
A group of Loxatl "Death Commandos" has become the Executive/Chairman's elite personal guards and enforcers. Those aliens have no pity and know no fear. They are not subject to bribery once their Contract is Honor-Sealed. They do not fear death and accept it as a reward of Chaotic service.

The Dwellers beneath the Domes...
The people who live in Ourenberg under Rebel occupation suffer the Rebels badly enough, but now, Chaos Aliens have come to oppress them and ensure their loyalty to Chaos. Many are too fearful to even speak of this, but some talk in
whispered tones of revenge and uprising. The Resistance uses the Alien presence as a propaganda tool to gain support among the people, but fear keeps many from action...

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