Entering the highly contrasted and dimly lit hall, is a highly esteemed diplomat from a planet on the outer most reaches of Brocov's domain.
Diplomat Varnon - "Hail lord Brocov!" he exclaims proudly.
Acknowledging he was now in the presense of a superior being.
Brocov rises from his bold throne of peuter and ivory. He steps down and walks towards Varnon with a pleasent look on his face.
Brocov - "Ahh Varnon, how goes the..?" Brocov looks down as he loses his memory of what he was about to ask about. Looking back at Varnon.
Diplomat Varnon - "The graviton inversion generator?.." he assumes.
Brocov - "Yes, how does the project fair?"
Diplomat Varnon - "Oh quite well actually, thanks to the protection of your jaffa and the technology recently made available to us. I believe that it should be completed in roughly a few months time. An should be fully operational for your new shipyard within days after completion."
Brocov - "Splendid! I have invested a lot in my mother ship. I would hate to think it was all for nothing." says with an evil grin.
As Brocov finishes saying that, his Lo tar walks in escorting the First Prime of Ra and five of his royal guard. Brocov feels himself stiffin up and changes his demeanor entirely. With a serious face of confusion he addresses the First Prime of Ra.
Brocov - "What is the meaning of this?"
Ra's First Prime - "We come at the will of lord Ra. He requests your presense immediately." he barks as if in complete control of the situation.
Diplomate Varnon - "I see you have other things to attend to my lord Brocov. I will return to Warenus until we can continue this at another time." he says with mild aprehention in his voice. Bowing as he takes his leave.
Brocov curls his lip at the presence of Ra's royal guard.
Brocov - "Very well..." his eyes glow in silent contempt.
Ra's First Prime - "Very good lord Brocov, follow us please."
His underlings surrounding Brocov, aggressively escorting him to the stargate in which they travel back to their point of origin. Ra's home world.
Brocov, as always is astounded by the grandeur of Ra's capitol city. Horus guards at almost every corner and Death Gliders wizing too and fro almost at all times. Flying inbetween the large structures which surround Ra's palace.
The royal guards escort Brocov directly to Ra's grand hall, in almost pantheon magnificence. They approach the throne where Ra sits and bow. His first prime rises.
Ra's First Prime - "My Lord, I present you, lord Brocov."
Brocov then rises and looks deeply concerned at Ra awaiting some kind of explanation.
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