The Rise of the New Sith Empire

Took five months, but he finally did it; he has gathered one thousand pony soldiers trained for war. Their armor was made from the same metal as their Emperor's; Beskar'gam, or for those who don't speak the language, Ciridium. Before the old war, they found out that there was a large mine under their city which held this material. Ever since, they've been manufacturing it to fit a pony soldier.

Necriever sat in his throne, looking down upon his battalion of one thousand pony soldiers with a smile on his face. He was going to go to war with the Crystal Empire and make Princess Cadence his prisoner of war, and they wouldn't know what hit them. This time, they wouldn't know what hit them.

Necriever stood up from his throne and put his hands behind his back. He looked around at the soldiers, all stoically looking forward with their steel swords in their sheaths. This was the moment!

"My mighty soldiers!" Necriever started proudly, "You are here because you are the best of the best, strongest of the strong! If you didn't listen to anything in briefing, let me tell you all that we are going to war with the Crystal Empire." The soldiers cheered, stamping their hooves, but stopped as their Emperor waved his hand dismissively. "Those who survive will be have the honor of being trained by me and a Medal of War. But for those who don't, you will get a place in the Hall of Fame. I wouldn't worry about that though, as the armor you're wearing is the same as mine. But don't get reckless! Otherwise you may end up dead. Anyways, can I get one more cheer for the road?" The soldiers all cheered, laughing happily.

Necriever's adviser, Ink Well, walked up and whispered into the Emperor's ear, "Your Highness, we have the emissary of the Elk waiting outside the door. Would you like me to bring him in?"

Necriever nodded, turning to his soldiers, "Alright, men, new plan for now; make a pathway that leads from the biggest doors here to the bottom of my throne!" The soldiers complied, doing exactly as he said. The lane was large enough for the Emperor to walk through with his arms spread.

Finally, the doors opened, revealing a tall, young Elk. Ink Well led the Elk all the way to the throne, bowing, "Presenting Prince Wakoyantanke of the Elk nation to Emperor Necriever of the Ostril Empire." Ink Well walked up next to Necriever, a small smile on his face.

Wakoyantanke bowed, "Your Majesty, I am Prince of the Elk, as you know, and represent them. I wish to establish relations between our great nations."

Necriever raised a brow, "What are your terms, Elk?"

The Prince stood up, "For now, I just request that we establish a trade route between our peoples, so that it would increase the economy and both of our resources. Maybe allow a few of our citizens to live here."

Necriever thought about it, but got tapped on the shoulder by Ink Well. The Emperor leaned over to hear what Ink Well was going to say to him, "This may be a trick to get spies into our city and report our defenses to their superiors..."

Necriever nodded, looking back at the Elk, "I will allow the trade routes and your people living here. But your traders will be inspected as well as the caravans. And the Elk who reside here will be punished the same as everyone else in this Nation."

The Prince looked at Necriever curiously, "And how do you punish your citizens, Your Highness?"

Necriever smirked under his respirator, "Electrocution, skinning alive, beheading, community service. You know, for thieving and all that. But if you murder the Royal Family or harm anyone in the castle, you will be tortured enough to where you can't feel pain then I will personally remove your head from your shoulders, alive, and set it at the foot of my throne as an example of what happens to rule breakers."

The Elk Prince cringed, "Isn't that a bit harsh, Your Highness?"

Necriever rolled his eyes, "Yeah, I know it's harsh, my friend, but death toll makes sure laws aren't broken, and I keep my citizens happy, so it's a win-win situation!"

The Elk Prince nodded in understanding, "I see, well then, I'll go report to my father about what we have discussed and see what he thinks. I hope to see you again, Your Highness." Necriever nodded, watching as the Elk left the room.

Once the doors closed, the soldiers formed into one big group once more, and Necriever stated three last rules before heading out, "No killing citizens unless you are attacked by one, AND I MEAN PHYSICALLY, NOT MENTALLY! I also want you to leave the Princess and Prince alive, along with any relatives, and bring them back to the Crystal Empire. Finally, I want you all to take whatever treasures and valuables you find OUTSIDE of the Royal Treasury there. If you heard me, I want you to shout, 'YES, SIR!'"

The guards shouted exactly what the Emperor ordered them to do, "YES, SIR!"