Yukawa Osamu's Story

or at the very least no one is talking to me

"Of course, we are here to make peace after all. You have my word that your borders will be respected as long as you do the same for us. If you wish to travel across our borders you may contact any Imperial in the system and request permission to travel. Your territory will be respected. If there are any more terms you would like to add, please feel free to say them all.” The Emperor spoke. He of course did not mind the leaving delegates, he was here for peace between the Imperium and the Mauhasinian Empire to focus on the greater threats that are attacking them.

Seki was rather surprised by the Emperor's response. She hadn't expected such a favorable answer. "If only your space marine commanders where as well mannered as you... We would have never needed such a meeting as this.."

Seki's ear and tail gave a little twitch as she considered her next words. "I believe it would be best to keep up the terms of the ceasefire for a few more months. Let heads cool on both sides.... then we can go to these terms... for both sides"

Seki let out a sigh and added one more thing staring right into the Emperor's eyes. Her eyes seemed to unnaturally darken as she spoke. "Only one other thing. Even when the ceasefire terms are replaced with the peace terms... No ship of the order known as Black Templars will be allowed in Mauhasinan Empire space. For no reason are Black Templars to ever enter my empire. For them to do so will be an act of war."

Seki leaned back in her seat letting the words sink in before saying. "Agree to this and I will consider our nations at peace."

The Emperor listened to the words and terms Seki had spoken. He washed of the compliment about manners before speaking. ”I hear your request, and I accept these terms. The chapter known as the Black Templar’s will never enter your space. I will send word to them after this meeting concludes.” The Imperium leader simply replied turning to Dorn with a simple nod.

”It will be done. I will oversee the chapter in person and return to our duties.” Dorn simply added.

Peter looks around. It sure was kind of those people to pick him up, but he already finds the memory of who brought him here fading, strangely.

"Huh."

He stares up at the archway, admiring it in it's grandiose size and structure.
He shakes his head. What am I thinking? I don't have time to marvel at architecture. I'm here to find somebody... If they were even real.

The memories of that vast plain of wheat or grass, he can't remember which, are already fading, and he struggles to remember.

A set of faces suddenly come into recognition, his mind remembering them, even as details have faded.

Moon... Moon something. Waves in Moonlight? Nah, wait... And the girl, Ha... Haze. Yeah.

He clutches his steel-plated temple, the leather gloves gripping firmly onto the metal surface.

Why... Why does it seem so distant? Was it even real? Or... A dream?

He suddenly finds it hard to breath, and scrabbles his hands at the seal of his helmet. As he removes it, he takes a deep gasp of breath. He's never felt uncomfortable in his armor before, but he feels very claustrophobic all of a sudden.

"F- Fuck, man. What's going on? Why-" He stutters to himself. He's never felt as out of place as he does now, with all the people around him.

The ground begins to spin around him as he turns in circles, staring at everyone around him. 30, maybe 40 people. Some of them, as he sees them dissolve into mist for a split second, then regain solidity, as if they weren't really there.

Peter shakes his head. He can't focus on this now, he has things to do. He puts back on his helmet, not bothering to seal it, and takes a deep breath of the filtered air. Lord, man. You gotta chill out. Take a step back, and let the business end take over.

He laces his fingers together and stretches out his arms, cracking his knuckles.

Alright. Time to get to work.