The Ark of War (Crossover x Emperor male reader)

The Debate (Politics . . . Ugh.)

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Y/n's POV, Imperial Hover-limo (With the custodes escorts)

I am currently in my "Hover-Limo" with Robin, Ercaine, and Relenor. I was fast asleep earlier and almost forgot about the Diet I had asked the UN council for, Robin was fast asleep in the bed while I was in my floating semi-sentient Warp-Cushion. That was, Until Tala literally broke the door down, making Robin Jolt awake, and somehow jumped on my cushion . . .

And began jumping up and down, with her shoes on to wake me up.

*Flashback*

Tala: *Breaks down door with a kick* Dad! It's me! Wakey wakey!!! Dad! Dad! Dad!

Robin: *Jolts awake, still in Pajamas* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! WE'RE GONNA DIE MONARCH!!! 27 BANDITS ON OUR TAI-ala? it's just you? I'm not in N/n's fighter? We don't have 27 other aircraft on our tail?! The sky isn't orange?! Crimson one isn't here?!

Tala: Mo-I mean, Ms. Robin, I have no idea what you're talking about. Crimson one? Orange sky? What the warp? I came here to WAKE UP DAD!!!

Tala then jumps on Y/n's warp-cloud cushion and begins to jump on him.

Y/n: *Snoring*-W-wait what?! Tala! stop! I'm up! Tala! stop! I was having a nice dream about my Baneblade, Fafnir (one of Y/n's dragons), and some Krieg trenches!

Tala then stops and looks at her father

Tala: Dad, no offense, but no sane person dreams of war and thinks its a nice dream?

Y/n: You mean dreaming of me killing the Chaos gods again and Horus isn't normal?

Tala then leaves the room, with a disturbed expression on her face. The joy of her Mischief drained from her face.

*Present time*

And that is how I found out that maybe I do need to take a break . . . and also that the Diet (not Die-et, pronounced Dee-ay)  was today. Time to argue . . . about something undoubtedly idiotic and outright retarded.

Our convoy was followed by Eagle Union law enforcement, my limo's escorts themselves escorted by Eagle Union S.W.A.T. Vehicles. SWAT is apparently their version of the Arbites. Interesting. It seems like the the UN don't want anything going wrong, I would ask why, but considering the power rift between my 'Empire' as they call it, and themselves, and also the amount of unknowns in our own culture to them. I already sent datapack loaded with information on our culture to make things easier during this political intercourse I'm about to take part in, otherwise known in Imperial culture as an argumentative cluster-f*ck.

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After avoiding paparazzi and getting lost within all the different corridors, I was found by my personal Guard, Rith'Volir, and my best friend other than Robin and Avery (Johnson). At first I had no Idea why he was here, but he said he was informed by Mordred of my current situation and came himself to ensure I don't kill anyone . . . without his approval, at least. He's also here to make sure I don't wander off and get lost, like I just was. I'm not going to tell him I was lost though, because I'll never hear the end of it from Avery and Mordred. Robin is already used to it though.