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Josef Kampf

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Ottoman

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Deceased

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The minister's counterpart remained still, not seeing the need to move from his position; the Belkan having proven far too engrossed in his concentration to really mind the happenings of the church and its inhabitants. No, the obsolete establishment was of little concern to him, unlike the artifact. When Scatter was his again, when Belka once again knew the feet of her children, it would be his, and no others'. Already some part of his fair skin crawled knowing that the land, this once-holy place, was now considered the dominion of the heathen Coalition.

The Austran pondered how it would feel in his hands, to caress the crystalline form in his weathered palms, to hold the remnants of God's existence and crush it. What better way to prove his new dominion than to eliminate the old? The flames of jealousy licked at the back of his mind, the air of devotion and dedication contaminating the place about him inciting a light illness to him, akin to the smell of rotting flesh.

A light snap rung through the hall as he called without bothering to look at the man approaching over his shoulder.

"Good day, minister."

A clatter soon followed as the rosary hit the floor without a second thought from the Emperor.

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Kampf echoed the man's movements, taking a bible from the back of the pew and opening it to the first page, looking over the printing information as he answered the man. His voice seemed as monotone as usual, though an undertone of concealed irritation did linger, "... glad to be here, minister." A flip of a page, the first verses of the scripture laid out before him, his emerald gaze quickly darting across the ancient words, absorbing their message with little concern.

"No," The autocrat commented further, "I can't say it's changed since I had last seen it either." He blinked, his left hand moving to the cuff of his tunic, digging out the edge of his leather glove. "... though I enjoy it all the same." With a light effort did his pale hand come free of the dressy gauntlet, soon sat properly beside him in the pew as it returned to the book in his lap, the leather binding squeaking with the slightest noise at the pressure.

"... and thus did he fall, murdered in his prime by the one he knew as brother."

The bass voice reverberated through the hall with little effort, the finger that had traced the words on the paper soon summoning a harsh tear, ripping the page from the book and crumpling it in his fist, a single golden wedding band sitting atop it.

"The strong shall always usurp the weak..." He paused for a moment, Josef blinking for a moment as he drew his gaze from the bible below him to the man sitting opposite, pondering momentarily just how strong the minister's constitution was as he inquired of him, an eyebrow cocked in curiosity.

"... don't you think so, minister?"

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"I'm afraid," Started the Belkan, returning to the book below him only to close the cover with a light thump, like a body falling to the ground. "That my book adheres to a different gospel, minister Regievko." A finger tapped the cover for a moment, creating a slow, monotonous beat. "Weakness is nothing more than the physical embodiment of inferiority," The matter of fact tone emerged from his lips as he rested an arm on the pew's small rest. "The visual evidence of genetic inferiority."

"Strength is an attribute - a quality of character - not a tool." The Emperor's voice provided a counter-balance to the Minister's: boisterous, bombastic, but certainly no less self-righteous, if not even moreso. "A rifle, a word, a man - those are tools, means of accomplishing goals. Strength is simply a concept used to drive the means to an end."

Kampf's gaze lingered on the Hykan, watching as an example of an otherwise hardy race lay near shivering. Ironic, in a way.

"Scatter is far from weak, minister, in its own right." Josef contradicted him if only for the sake of it, abandoning the bible as a target for his tapping, instead drawing his fingers over the smooth wood of the pew's arm. "You take it out of context, like so many other things, cousin minister. Scatter has recovered, and will always recover."

Josef blinked, looking up to the statue before shifting his even gaze to the Coalition's leader again, "But in comparison to a single Scatterran, it's nothing more than a ball of dust." A light smile crept onto his hawkish features, a face seemingly perfectly controlled, abnormality absent.

"I can burn worlds as easily as bibles."

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"Because, cousin, they are not; they are vermin."

Kampf declared such a matter as fact, for it was of no doubt in his mind. "They dare to consider themselves on par with you, Regievko, you - the spawn of demons compared to a son of God." The Belkan made no move to raise his voice, rather simply placing emphasis on his words. "They can never hope to compete with you, to declare themselves your equal." There was no doubt in his mind what was meant by this statement, but whether the Coalite would know that he spoke of the abomination that now inhabited the child named Raphael McGregor.

Rogue lieutenants had no place in his Hegemony.

"I know you believe we are here to show them what it is, cousin, it is your crusade. There is no questioning you or your people's devotion to seeing it to the end, but..." Kampf raised the question, a single finger raised, "Were that they were destined to survive, to exist in the tumultuous realm that is our galaxy, why are they so easily exterminated? So simple to outwit and decimate?" The green eyes lay on the Hykan for a moment, gauging his mentality.

"I know I didn't forge the Belkan race to stand by as the proverbial uncle of incompetent, inbred invalids tarry about the stars thinking themselves the greatest gift that I or any of their heathen Gods had bestowed on the galaxy. No. Belkans, Azriks, Scatterrans exist for no reason other than to dominate; to prove the masters of these pitiful creatures."

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Josef drew an arm about him, gesturing not to the church, but the space that surrounded the two titans on the pews. "The ore lays all about us, cousin." The galaxy was there for the taking, held in the hands of incompetent and foolish races, machinations and automatons of beings long-forgotten and obsolete. "All it needs are Scatterrans hands to shovel it into the furnace of war, the crucible of conflict. Through it, cousin Josef..."

He paused, smiling as his expression softened, "... we can smelt it into something truly beautiful." A Scatterran galaxy, in their name and no others'. That was what Kampf desired, save for one detail - that it lay under his dominion alone. "There is a reason why we recovered the archives, why we are here and they are not." Kampf paused in his quiet verbal assault, sighing as he considered the state of affairs, how his nation stood ready to plunge this galaxy into the fires of war the likes of which it had not seen for millions of years.

"Then minister... where do we belong?"

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"The hands of the Empire will not take up these oars without reason, minister." Most certainly not. No God-fearing Belkan or Azrik would take up arms in a war that would see them humiliated by allowing the beings they 'liberate' to remain free. That was not the way of the universe, that was not the way of the Hegemony. "The ship would lack a Belkan wind in her sails."

The God-King paused for a moment at the mention of the creature's name, a light twitch striking his nose for a moment causing a flicker in his expression. For a moment was the calm look of professionalism and imperial regality in his eyes, instead usurped by a vision of utter hatred - the evil that festered and grew inside the man, if he even was that anymore, and his once-mortal coil. But after that moment did it vanish, the monster having regained control over his body and the composure he so often exuded. "He will pay for his insolence... it is agreed, cousin."

Kampf's steely expression made that a point never to be doubted. "We will drink their blood from the skulls of our foes."

The man allowed his gaze to linger on the other leader for a moment longer before shifting it back in front of him, to the statue that so dwarfed even he - a giant among his people. "Only we will guide this galaxy to glory, Josef, and we alone. There stands no other now who could hope to match us or our potential, not even the Terrans you so proudly tout." His Austran features looked over the avatar of justice, of nobility.

How it made him ill.

"Then why should we not consider such people as the Rakistanis? Scatterran blood, a noble birth, or the Trantor, a people powerful and resourceful?" Kampf inquired, blinking as he pondered.

"Or Deep?"

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The autocrat had insisted that his return be treated like any of his other small diplomatic trips to the great houses of the empire - nevermind the fact that it lay in another galaxy, with the Coalition of all people -and so the citizens of his beloved capital thought it of no importance that he had returned. Of course, they would remain suitably ignorant until the time came to reveal the plans as they stood - to claim their home galaxy in the name of the Empire, not Scatter.

But such thoughts were of little concern to him at the moment, the man dressed again in humble-yet-commanding trappings, his feet pacing the halls of the palace that he shared with the one for whom he searched. Given three common locales exhausted, Kampf quietly peered through the door to the library once he arrived there. She always was taken with the place.

The Emperor soon moved well inside, displeased with the line of sight such quiet observation imparted him.

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The Empress' sigh, though as soft and gentle as her own self, rang out like a gunshot in the library, the room as quiet as a tomb. Josef moved, deliberately, as quietly as he had in the chapel not but days prior on Scatter, walking through the many shelves and display cases that lined the place, nearing the chair she did so inhabit. Already could one see her brown hair, the low but warm light of the room casting a subtle sheen upon it, stylized as usual; Kampf smiling as she ran a hand across it.

He had chosen wisely.

Josef looked over her shoulder, down to the book below before lightly placing his hands on the shoulders of his wife, gently kissing her ear before asking, face pressed beside her own, "What are you reading, meine Blume?"

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Accounts from the Exodus? Well, perhaps he would have to take her to Scatter once the reclamation began in earnest - once Belka was restored to its proper masters. Josef remained smiling, pulling back slightly so that she could rise, approaching again to take her hand and impart a gentle kiss upon it before speaking. "They went well enough, Linde dear," He paused, drawing close enough as to be improper in public; one hand drifting down her side as the other lightly held her neck, his thumb drawing across her cheek. "The Coalition has accepted peace on our terms."

The statement was both true and untrue at the same time, but for the moment it worked more in their advantage than not. "I've missed you too." He admitted, caressing her nose with his. "... Scatter was just as beautiful as I remembered it, my Empress." Such words now were no lie, no half-truth. To have seen Scatter again...

"Just as beautiful as you."

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"I admit," He started, a light shrug to his shoulders as he did, still smiling to his counter-part and lover. "They weren't the most favorable terms, but our terms, nonetheless." There was no doubt how he, or likely she, would have liked to see the Coalition utterly crushed beyond a chance of recovery, to avenge the shame and defeat they had suffered six hundred years ago. "I will take you to see Belka, my love, and your Azrica." He promised her, pulling her close as he did.

The Emperor held the woman's smaller frame with gentle ease. "Good, love. They have a galaxy to wipe clean." There was no questioning that Kampf intended to reject the terms proposed by the Coalition's minister - instead embarking on a campaign of genetic and cultural genocide.

"I compliment you, my Linde," The man spoke, looking to her eyes as he did, "Because you are greater than any other, my love, my Empress." He returned to pressing his cheek against her own, lightly moving to peck at her neck afterwards.

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"As do I, my love." The two would have their own residence on the world, that he would make sure of. He returned the kiss, drawing back to both listen and admire his wife as she spoke. Already had she adjusted quite well to the Imperial role whilst still remaining a definite, constant factor. Nevermind, of course, her physical and mental beauty, how pure in mind and body she was.

Josef continued to smile, "I believe I can, meine Blume." He moved to place another kiss upon her lips, allowing his to linger for a moment as he savored her breath, sighing lightly as he did. "We will be the masters of the master race." He moved a hand back to the side of her face, tracing across her ear to draw it lightly over her hair. "Man and woman, husband and wife, father and mother - emperor and empress."

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Kampf smiled at that, his wife's taste for genocide already becoming as voracious as his own. A kiss soon followed her suggestion, followed soon by another, Kampf ceasing only to speak, his forehead against hers. "It's the only thing heathens are meant for love. Scatter über Alles, Kampf über Scatter." He allowed the maxim some time to sink in, the emperor simply enjoying the presence of his empress for a moment as his features began to drift back to neutrality.

"Linde." He spoke, moving to rub his cheek against hers, nuzzling her neck, taking in the scent of her perfume before whispering into her ear, a smirk creeping to the edges of his mouth. "You don't have to die, my Azrican flower."

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"Yes, my love." He spoke plainly, drawing back from her cheek to look her in the eye as he spoke, smiling, "To live forever. You might not be a goddess now, but... that can always change." The brown eyebrow that did draw her fair skin ushered a chuckle from the man, who soon moved to kiss it away, leaning back down to look at her evenly.

"My love, nothing's beyond my power." Nothing. "... time could not dare to impede our love, my empress. Not with what's at my hands."

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Josef kissed her again, lightly this time, remaining back to look her over for a moment longer. "You do want it, don't you?" He asked, checking to make sure she was serious, a dull emerald gaze digging into her own. Kampf certainly didn't want to have to muddle with a wife who changed her mind at the most inconvenient times. "It's not something... easily undone." He was certainly willing to make her his Goddess, if only she wanted it.

"Two halves to one whole, my Linde."

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Such was their reason for being, to serve the master race in whatever manner they saw fit. Whether that was to assist in the conquest and subjugation of those who dared to resist, or to build monuments dedicated to and sing praises of their masters. Josef chuckled lightly, squeezing her as he ran his hand down her side again. "... we do have each other for that." Boredom was of little concern to the God-Emperor.

He basked in the thought of her words for a moment, considering how glorious their combined existence would prove. "Kampf is mother, Kampf is father."

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Stahl smiled back to her, happy to help, standing by to make sure she got in safely before turning to leave. Of course, the naturally curious part of him glanced inside her quarters as the door opened, seeing what lavish accouterments the place enjoyed with wide-eyes. He had never seen such things, even as a noble.

And then he saw the man sitting inside, glancing to the door himself at the new arrivals.

Oh God.

Kampf glanced to the door, seeing Kerli return with a curious eye, having wondered for some time where she had been. "Kerli?" He asked, curious, rising to meet her and walking towards the door. "Where were you?" He asked, a spare glance to the rigidly saluting marine by the door coming with some curiosity.

His voice, however, bore more concern than it did irritation.

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Josef smiled as he placed his arms gently about her, briefly pressing his cheek against the top of her head before she motioned to the marine whom he had been eying. "He brought you back?" The Emperor asked, looking up to the marine again, who seemed to stiffen at the mere presence of his gaze, if at all possible.

"Thank you, soldier." Stahl threw his breast out another degree at that, proud that he was having the Emperor speak to him as he was. The marine tried his best to look the steely picture of grim determination he was supposed to.

"It was my duty, my lord." Kampf smiled at that.

"No, no it wasn't. Don't think that this will go without note, oberschutze." At first a chill ran down Stahl's spine at that, to be merely mentioned as he was... but it was a compliment, wasn't it? Only after a few moments did Nimitz dare ask to be dismissed.

"Of course." Came the Emperor's response, the marine saluting again before shuffling off. A good man, that one. He certainly wouldn't go unrewarded.

Josef looked down again to the woman pressed against him, smiling as he moved to draw a hint of her hair behind her ear. "I missed you, too."

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"Did you?" He asked, curious, moving to take a seat nearby but only before gesturing for her to do the same. The Emperor moved to close the door before returning, taking a seat afterwards and looking to her with some curiosity. "It was no trouble. I can get you something else, if you like." Though she probably didn't want to read anything else.

He looked to her, enjoying the mere sight as the two sat, across from the other over a table, Kampf smiling all the while until his eyes fell to her cheek - as one seemed a hint more irritated than the other. "... what happened to your cheek, Kerli?" He asked, concern still present in his voice.

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Josef looked to her with a smile, though he was irate, slightly, to hear - or rather see - that someone had struck the woman. Such a thing would not go unpunished. He would have this investigated. Oh yes. Someone would pay for striking his gift.

His Kerli.

But, she didn't seem to want to dwell on it, his smile growing at her new suggestion. "Then a game." He responded, scooting forward in his seat as he glanced to his side for a moment before asking, "What kind of game?"

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Josef Kampf spewed a bit of his drink on his lap at that, unable to resist a chuckle to himself at the implication that some automated toasters were evil. They were machines. Machines only had whatever ethical alignment their creator imparted them, and no matter what one might try and argue, a machine didn't have a soul.

At least he had yet to find one in his rather extensive experience. Still, Josef giggled lightly.

Evil toasters.

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Light murmurs could be heard emanating from the table of Imperials, light conversation from two men and a woman dressed in, what seemed to be, casual clothing. The details of their conversation remained privy to the party as it stood, though surely it couldn't be of too great import - they were on Terra, and in a bar, after all - but still they spoke, seeming to enjoy themselves as time went on.

Of course, the one that seemed the leader of the small group, sitting in the center of the curving seat of the booth, tilted his head along with Aiyanna, examining the being with some curiosity. Only a moment or two after she spoke did he so respond, tossing back the words, whether she wished to hear any in response or not.

"I'm not sure if I'd call it that, though..." He chuckled lightly, glancing to Matthias, who didn't seem to notice, "I've seen worse."

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Josef Kampf grinned at her idle speculation, looking again to both Laura and Matthias, who certainly didn't seem too eager to comment. "We... have our ways." Or rather him. The rank and file might have better luck using annexed or reverse-engineered Erutin technology, that was usually the trick. "A wise stance, in a place like this." Where the wind might blow you one way or another, easy to shift your loyalties were one faction to soon find itself not in the favor of the pubic eye anymore.

The Belkan Emperor soon reclined, slightly, leaning back in his seat as he moved to steeple his fingers in his lap before interlocking his fingers - an act all made for naught as he gently gestured to the open space Aiyanna approached. "Please. Have a sea-" Josef paused at her mention of God, eyes narrowing slightly as an amiable expression remained on his face.

"... I haven't seen him around for a long, long time."

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Josef Kampf nodded, "Of course, logic would say so." And any who thought a place secure from infiltration in such a matter was either confident in their internal security or, well. A fool. A simple matter, of course, one that didn't really demand his attention, not like others.

Or such curious conversation as this.

"... and here I was thinking we were no longer on speaking terms." Came the Belkan's reply, humorous, if quiet, eyebrows raised as he let her play her little game. Scripture, whether universally accepted or self-penned, always did have a rather righteous tone to it that just... grated on his nerves, somehow, somewhere. He couldn't quite pin it down. A light sigh preceded a shake of his head, however slight. "Perhaps we are." Was what he left that matter at. Plans or no plans, either way the rebellion was his victory, not God's.

But soon came another smile to the Emperor's face, an amiable expression best described as accepting, lips pursed slightly as they remained together.

"It's been some time since I drank Ori tears."

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Josef Kampf moved to steeple his fingers again, glancing idly to the table for a moment in thought. Neither Matthias or Laura seemed to be paying attention, much less sentient, for the time being, and Kampf paid them little heed as it stood. He shrugged at her inquiry.

"No matter how I might judge him, I am guilty of the same thing." As annoying as it was to admit. The very same thing: form, air, name... but these made it all the more easy to do. "Aside from the impostor's blatant impudence, and claiming a thing that neither he, nor his people, know anything about..." He glanced to Aiyanna, "What reason do I have to declare war on the Ori rogues? Why do playthings deserve my attention?" Unreliable playthings, at that.

Oh, he wasn't one to forget. Especially not the Constructs.

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"Do enjoy yourself." Came Josef's reply with a light wave, part of him wondering just what Ancient snare she had been unfortunate enough to fall into. None on his radar, at least. Perhaps a rogue... yes, perhaps that was it. It made more sense than the other choices. Whoever it was had enough power to fiddle with the innards of a cyborg and proclaim themselves to be God.

Cute. Just like this Ori insurrection.

Perhaps it might be better to hold off on the invasion, to let these creatures destroy themselves for a time. It would certainly make usurping them a great deal easier. Galactic ambitions were so... narrow in scope.

And so did the other patrons find there to be little amiss with the vacant booth Aiyanna had just visited.