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“In times of war and in times of peace, the Imperial Army serves me loyally.” Emperor Olan said, voice picked up by the microphones and reverberating around the stone hall. The soldiers before him kneeled reverently at the close descendants of their creators that he was. An ancient act that melded those that gave them life and the capacity to fulfill it with self-awareness.
The emperor continued, “We have many things that we owe them. Our safety, our freedoms, and the ability to progress our mission to standardize the galactic form. In these acts, there are millions of things that we, from lowly commoner to senator to court members all over, do every day to progress the ideas we hold dear.” Emperor Olan paused, letting those words hang in the air, the crowd looking toward the, the light glimmering off their eyeless faces as they took in his words.
“Yet some rise above and beyond mere simple deeds. In them runs the blood of determination, bravery, and honor. Determination to persist through the utmost of challenges. Bravery to press through the greatest of trials. Honor in protecting those of our subjects that cannot protect themselves” The emperor looked out onto the long red carpet before him, the lone common soldier standing there with the utmost of attention. His commander and select compatriots behind, kneeling with incredible reverence.
“Ensign Estanses, your actions on Yonlab have reached my ears, your actions have touched countless lives and have compelled me to do the same to yours. Your deeds helping to shape our empire. It is not often one can say that about a commoner.” Emperor Olan smiled, a hand sliding to the hilt of his sword as he carried his speech, “The skills you brought to bear as an engineer to find a means to delay multiple advances of enemy troops threatening to stop evacuations of civilians when no one was close in the chaos was in keeping with the highest traditions of the Imperial Army. A soldier that, with clever use of tactics and disregard of his own safety, called orbital and artillery barrages on not only enemy but his own position, forcing them to regroup multiple times over the next couple of days. Each time the enemy attacked it was just like the first."
Emperor Olan pulled out his sword, the composite blade glimmering in the light. For swords of an empire as galaxy spanning as there was, it a rather plain but angular representation of his imperial power. His boots thudded as they descended his throne’s steps, “An act of courage such as this means the best of what we’re made of flows through you. Your blood, your genetics, your essence is something that goes beyond a mere promotion but that can only be rewarded by the highest of honors.” The emperor’s boots against the ground gently stepped toward the soldier, sword at his side as a pair of arms offered a hand, “Kneel before me, my subject.”
Estanses nodded and with the straightest breath he could give, took the emperor’s hand, fell to a knee as his heart pounded in his antennae. The blade closed to his shoulder as the emperor sliced swiftly from the left to the right along his shirt. The sound of metal clinging to the floor as his silver officer’s epaulets rested unceremoniously and unworthy on the floor. “Rise.” Emperor Olan commanded as Eslass stood to his feet, trying to suppress a grin. The emperor nodded at him with a grin before stepping back and standing still to the sound of arising progenitors filled the stone hall. When the noise settled, Emperor Olan stood at attention and bowed to him, his Imperial Majesty’s highest honor he could give to anyone.
Estanses nearly fainted, his knees shaking in his pants as the closest he’d ever be to the descendants of the Gods bowing to him. The room doing the same, barring the soldiers that were still bowed to the emperor, remaining still for the entire process. The gesture though only lasted a few seconds before the other two soldiers stood up, only when clasping epaulettes of gold and platinum were strapped to the Ensign’s shoulders that the weight sunk in at his accomplishment and reward.
“Lieutenant Commander Baron Estanses. I welcome your house and its descendants and all that it will offer to my court. May your estate forever shine bright until the end of time.”
The now Lieutenant Commander Baron Estanes bowed, no longer a commoner but a noble of the highest court in the empire. “Thank you, your Imperial Majesty. Long live you and long live our empire.” Estanses replied magnanimously, bowing again before saluting a perfect salute. He about faced right and, with perfect unison with his cohorts, parted the guards into the imperial palace gardens and out into history.
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Epic illustration done by
themefinland. Wanted something like this of the Progenitor emperor awarding a medal to a subject of his. Never thought it'd be this good though! Thanks man!
Also felt good to write again.
The emperor continued, “We have many things that we owe them. Our safety, our freedoms, and the ability to progress our mission to standardize the galactic form. In these acts, there are millions of things that we, from lowly commoner to senator to court members all over, do every day to progress the ideas we hold dear.” Emperor Olan paused, letting those words hang in the air, the crowd looking toward the, the light glimmering off their eyeless faces as they took in his words.
“Yet some rise above and beyond mere simple deeds. In them runs the blood of determination, bravery, and honor. Determination to persist through the utmost of challenges. Bravery to press through the greatest of trials. Honor in protecting those of our subjects that cannot protect themselves” The emperor looked out onto the long red carpet before him, the lone common soldier standing there with the utmost of attention. His commander and select compatriots behind, kneeling with incredible reverence.
“Ensign Estanses, your actions on Yonlab have reached my ears, your actions have touched countless lives and have compelled me to do the same to yours. Your deeds helping to shape our empire. It is not often one can say that about a commoner.” Emperor Olan smiled, a hand sliding to the hilt of his sword as he carried his speech, “The skills you brought to bear as an engineer to find a means to delay multiple advances of enemy troops threatening to stop evacuations of civilians when no one was close in the chaos was in keeping with the highest traditions of the Imperial Army. A soldier that, with clever use of tactics and disregard of his own safety, called orbital and artillery barrages on not only enemy but his own position, forcing them to regroup multiple times over the next couple of days. Each time the enemy attacked it was just like the first."
Emperor Olan pulled out his sword, the composite blade glimmering in the light. For swords of an empire as galaxy spanning as there was, it a rather plain but angular representation of his imperial power. His boots thudded as they descended his throne’s steps, “An act of courage such as this means the best of what we’re made of flows through you. Your blood, your genetics, your essence is something that goes beyond a mere promotion but that can only be rewarded by the highest of honors.” The emperor’s boots against the ground gently stepped toward the soldier, sword at his side as a pair of arms offered a hand, “Kneel before me, my subject.”
Estanses nodded and with the straightest breath he could give, took the emperor’s hand, fell to a knee as his heart pounded in his antennae. The blade closed to his shoulder as the emperor sliced swiftly from the left to the right along his shirt. The sound of metal clinging to the floor as his silver officer’s epaulets rested unceremoniously and unworthy on the floor. “Rise.” Emperor Olan commanded as Eslass stood to his feet, trying to suppress a grin. The emperor nodded at him with a grin before stepping back and standing still to the sound of arising progenitors filled the stone hall. When the noise settled, Emperor Olan stood at attention and bowed to him, his Imperial Majesty’s highest honor he could give to anyone.
Estanses nearly fainted, his knees shaking in his pants as the closest he’d ever be to the descendants of the Gods bowing to him. The room doing the same, barring the soldiers that were still bowed to the emperor, remaining still for the entire process. The gesture though only lasted a few seconds before the other two soldiers stood up, only when clasping epaulettes of gold and platinum were strapped to the Ensign’s shoulders that the weight sunk in at his accomplishment and reward.
“Lieutenant Commander Baron Estanses. I welcome your house and its descendants and all that it will offer to my court. May your estate forever shine bright until the end of time.”
The now Lieutenant Commander Baron Estanes bowed, no longer a commoner but a noble of the highest court in the empire. “Thank you, your Imperial Majesty. Long live you and long live our empire.” Estanses replied magnanimously, bowing again before saluting a perfect salute. He about faced right and, with perfect unison with his cohorts, parted the guards into the imperial palace gardens and out into history.
----
Epic illustration done by
themefinland. Wanted something like this of the Progenitor emperor awarding a medal to a subject of his. Never thought it'd be this good though! Thanks man!Also felt good to write again.
Category Artwork (Digital) / General Furry Art
Species Alien (Other)
Size 2000 x 920px
File Size 184.5 kB
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