Thread:High Prince Imrahil/@comment-26210095-20170116180110

(Thought it was past time the Templar meet the 'Corp.)

Meanwhile, on a small monastary, on an uninhabited planet, Brother John was tending the gardens. He looked up at the convent, a small structure of stone where brothers led a secluded, religious life worshipping the Christian God, one of the few in these days of space-travel. It was good, honest work, gardening.

Brother John looked up at the sky. He could see faint in the distance a small craft entering the atmosphere. Very queer, the convent was only visited very infrequently by Templar Ships, and this was no Templar ship. To Brother John's horror, the ship's lasers began bombarding the monastery as serveral smaller craft landed, packed with mercenary soldiers bearing the symbol of the Iron Corporation, the most powerful company in the Galaxy.

"Run! Call the Templar! We are under siege!" 