Alnabil looked out of the massive bridge window at the agricultural world that her small fleet was now in orbit of, her Tomb Frigate's red glow more than likely being enough to alert the planet's human population of their presence, if they hadn't detected the massive gravitational fluxes left by them already.
The great queen sat and waited for hours, her hands clasped below her chin as she stared at the planet. Suddenly a small, miniscule human craft was detected upon the ship's radars. It looked to be a corvette of sorts, something humans would use to guard settlements from pirates and small ork incursions. It looked primitive and worn, like it had been neglected for generations. Alnabil noticed it was trying to contact her command ship using its primitive radio technology, luckly, she knew how humans used short range communications, and adapted her communication array to accept human frequencies accordingly. She told one of her many warrior servants to answer the call.
"Foul xenos! Give me one reason why I shouldn't fire every gun I have on this ship and the planet below on you, you trespassing scum!" A human male barked over the command speakers of the ship, this was presumably the leader or governor of the planet below.
"I can give you multiple, human. First of all, you are outnumbered, 5:1, our forces are far superior to your's and from the looks of it if we really wanted to we could simply rip your entire defense force apart without even blinking. Our weapons are easily eons above your simple projectile and light based weapons. Second of all, we don't wish to attack, we come with a deal for you." Alnabil said, calmly, her fingers tapping on the armrest of her command throne.
"A deal? What kind of deal would you want to make with us, I know what your kind does, you'll stab us in the back given the opportunity." The man barked into the comms link.
"There is a greater threat on the way to your system, a threat that outnumbers you even above our own number advantage, while you may have thousands of men, and we may have a few ten thousand of our own warriors, this threat has at least a hundred thousand cultists strong, that if left to their devices without our protection, would steamroll over your world in a hurricane of flesh and blood." The Phaerakh said calmly, her eyes locked on the ships within sight of her's. "It appears, through your pleas of help and reconnection, you have accidentally attracted this threat, and this threat is agents of the malevolent force you fleshlings call 'chaos.' However, this is where we come in, in return for your loyalty to us, we will assist you in dealing with this threat."
"And what does this loyalty imply?"
"Simple, you become employed by my larger empire, do as you normally do for your imperium, farm and give 90% of the planet's production to us, and, in return, we offer you protection from all threats that may enter into your realm, and you will gain full representation in our empire." She then leaned back in her throne, happy to see where negotiations were going.
"And if we refuse?" The man barked.
"Simple, we leave you alone to weather the storm yourself, and for the reasons we stated before, we wouldn't advise that you allow that to happen."
The man stayed silent for a period of time, seeming to complemplate his odds.
Arruns Ontho stood at his command bridge aboard the corvette, sweat beading down his face as the last few tech priests of the planet prayed to the machine spirits to not fail their ship in this incremental time of need. Beside him stood his second in command, the PDF commander-general, her name Annis Kadolvarn. She stared angrily at the governor, her decorated hat and uniform giving off so much authority that to the passer by she would have seemed to be the one with absolute authority, not Arruns himself.
"With all do respect, lord governor, we should open fire on these xenos, they are trespassing in our space, they pose a threat to our people just by existing here, and like you said even if what they say is true what says that they will not stab us in the back as soon as this supposed threat has left?" She said, biting her lip as if to hold back yells of anger.
"Commander Kadolvarn, what choice do we have in the matter?" Arruns said, wiping sweat from his brow.
"Pray to the emperor. We have too, he will send his angels upon us to save us from both the scourge of these xenos and the heretics that are coming to wipe us out." She stood tall next to the worried governor.
"Even if he hears us, it will take months for them to come, months we do not have, Commander. They haven't been here for centuries, if you haven't been paying attention it appears…" Arruns cut himself off, he knew what he was going to say next would get his head on even the most progressive of worlds placed on a stake for heresy.
Kadolvarn got up next to the governor's face, the rage in her eyes clear as day. "It appears what, lord governor?" She placed her hand on the holster on her side, unclipping the top strap to reveal the bolt pistol within.
"... That our world has not been loyal enough to his majesty."
"That's what I thought, lord governor." She said, the rage left her eyes leaving a sense of disappointment in the near heresy her superior had just committed. She placed the strap back over the pistol to then dart her head towards the tech priests aboard the bridge.
"Begin battle procedures, get these aliens out of this system."
"As you wish, commander-general."