Know that it is the year 2731 by the ancient reckoning.
My father, the Emperor, rules over the civilized galaxy, and His will is law.
With the fall of New Empyrea, protocol ALESIA was enacted by the Federate, and our longstanding terms for unconditional surrender were accepted. A parade the likes of which the galaxy had never before witnessed was held on the throneworld as the forces of our victorious host were celebrated in unparalleled splendor. A pyre, raised of the regimental and political standards of the Coalition, roared in the center of the Imperial Plaza, devouring too the gloves we wore to carry them.
The Interstellar Coalition - our ancient, eternal foe - had finally been crushed.
After seven centuries, we have reclaimed the homeworld.
His homeworld.
Scatter.
Now our puissant Supremacy reigns over the Garden and beyond as our mighty starfleets sail and thunder to every corner of the cosmos. Across the stars His personal guard, the sable legions of the Landwächter, enforce the rule of Tannhäuser with fire and steel, and the Seraphim, armored angels of His divine gospel, ensure the purity of hatred for the traitorous, the alien, and the demonic. Against such threats noble and common stand as legion, ready to lay down their lives for His - for our - vision.
But there are some who resist.
Coalite holdouts, defiant member-states that splintered away in the aftermath of the Federate's surrender, continue to pursue forlorn campaigns of insurgency on the fringes of the Garden. The Terrans, a backwards and quarrelsome folk, continue to wallow in the misery of the failed Commonwealth and the warlordism of the ruined Federation. The Outer Soviet Republics, once allies in our struggle against Empyrean tyranny, now stand as the only other heir to the Garden. And this is to say nothing of the alien Collective, still silent since we ended their apocalyptic foray into the Garden some three centuries ago.
Their sacred flames shall be smothered, never to be rekindled.
Their silvered promises shall tarnish, never to be restored.
Know that it is the year 683 by our reckoning.
They will all be made to understand.
We are inevitable.
So is He.
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