Your talons tap on the armrest of your stone throne as you consider your options, "Did you know I've only been out of my imprisonment for a few months?" you ask to the startled looks of the two former officers then nod to the Voidsinger, "Commander?"
The osjiic steps forward, his necrotic armor leaking ripples of void light across his form, "Those that will fight will join my Necrolyte Legion. The Legion will be your new families and the Armada your only loyalty. All former allegiances and feuds between race or faction will be forgotten or dealt with forcefully. We live our new lives to serve until our deaths where we shall continue to serve in undeath. That is the way of the Necrolyte Legion," he says.
The Osjiic scowls but nods, "There is no other choice."
Dretst clicks her mandibles angrily before answering, "Fine. There really is no other choice is there?"
"There is always a choice in the Armada," the Voidsinger says, "The choice between life and death. Your life will become much simpler once you come to accept this as your fate."
The tyrre alpha snarls and thrashes against the bonds of the Dirge, "What about us!?" he demands loudly.
"I admire the ferocity of the Tyrre and I would be loathe to see that potential wasted. Very well," you jut a finger at the berserker, "You shall have your combat. A colosseum will be constructed and there you will prove the might of the Tyrre as you face my Reconstructed," you proclaim and you could feel the sudden spike of joy surging through the nearly overwhelming rage that permeated his emotions, "Prove yourselves worthy and loyal to the Wormstar and the Armada and in time you may face my enemies."
Laughing their guttural laugh the alpha strains against his bonds in excitement, "Turn us against the Ahkam and we would rip their scales from their bodies for you!" he proclaims and you join his laughing with your own booming voice
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