Battlefleet Firesturm's Story

The Prince offered a soft smile to Avantia, and he inclined his head only slightly. However his father looked worse for wear, with pale skin, much of his hair having fallen out, of course that wasn't evident, as a wig adorned his head, a short cropped haircut.

Nobuo remained mostly silent, whispering in Taiyou to Yamamoto, while Shimizu cleared his throat.

"By the grace of heaven, we have come here to demand the total and unconditional surrender of the Cybran Empire. If you refuse these demands, our campaign will continue until total national dismantlement has been achieved." Shimizu explained, before he presented a document.

"Surrender to the Taiyou Empire and abdicate your throne, we will then establish a provisional government."

The Cybran Emperor swallowed slowly, "I will only abdicate my throne if my Daughter is allowed to carry on leading my people. You can set up your government and I will give up the powers of the throne, but give my people someone to look up to. I do not lead the Nation; I let the people get what they want..." He looked at Shimizu and raised his head slightly.

"Let me tell you something, all of you. All your nations were founded by your forefathers; Yes? How do you think the humans discovered fire? How to make it? Nothing is an accident, unless you leave your Military generals to do their jobs. The Generals have to be lap dogs to the supreme leader. I know I have made this mistake, and the people before me. Yet, you must have to understand that once a Nation begins, it will always crumble somehow. Let it be the fault of you, your fathers before you; your generals; your children, but one thing is always for sure, everything crumbles. I will surrender, but I can not say all my people with surrender. Do you want planets to be destroyed just because of what you did? Do you think that the Cybran people will not continue on. And let me assure you; if your provisional government does not succeed, there will be hell everywhere."

"What you say makes no difference, Emperor, in the fact that by failing to heel your own problems, you find yourself in this room right now. What is to say that the lack of strength on your part, isn't also an issue with your daughter? Even installing her as the figurehead on a provisional government, what is to say your rogue elements won't cause issues like this ever again?"

Rebekah leaned forward, unclasping her hands. "Sanctioned or not, military forces under the Cybran name assaulted the Volarian Nation on foreign soil. To keep that from happening again, as part of any surrender conditions, I would demand at least a seventy percent reduction of your military forces, including every single other dreadnaught you may possess. What little that remains intact will pose little capability to threaten the stability of the provisional government, much less any foreign nation that crosses their fancy."