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There it is. Brought up from deep storage, the DEATH-MASK stares up at you from its special sealed container. Sealed away for seventy years, and a thousand years before that, its empty eyes glare up at you with its cultural significance and power. Exactly the same as the one worn by Akule at the foundation of the Hegemony.
“I am your master. I wear you. You do not wear me.”
You slip the cold metal onto your face and buckle the strap. In that moment, you feel your disposition and mood change to ice. Your administrators and elite guard suddenly become much more steeled, their posture snapping to perfect salute. No more warmth. You become the third UNSPEAKABLE.
Immediately, the public reacts. Not with a wave of fear or sadness, but a nostalgic sigh. Their belts are tightened. There is no need for great public displays of punishment or cruelty, there is no need for threats, as it was only in living memory another Supreme donned this mask. Instantly, as soon as the news breaks and the first image of your masked face is broadcast, the Hegemony slips comfortably into the routine of absolute submission to your will. The lack of dissidents means that very few Jaxtians will be included in this purging, except those genetic and foolish dregs who ignore the significance of the nobility and importance of this mask.
The military is readied for your surprise attack, the Hazaar still bickering among themselves as who will pick up the pieces of what appears to be your pulling back from their space. How foolish they truly are for not seeing what is coming. With your fleet still in a state of repair, it will not be instant, and with so many worlds inhabited by Hazaar in the HVS, this will be nothing like Wrix's genocide crusade.
