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âThank you, Squire. â While Regievko pulled the breathing helmet from over his head, the large cold-weather coat was helped off of him by a young Scatterran garbed in the similar, but much lighter and cleaner, environment equipment before Josef looked up to see a Deacon approaching Regievko through the atrium.
âPrime Minister, so good to see you again ... your friend, the Belkan, he has arrived.â The man replied, walking to the Hykan and shaking his hand with a beaming smile before Regievko looked forward to two large doors leading to the Scripture Hall.
âVery good, Deacon. Itâs been too long.â Regievko said, following the Deacon and entering the great hall with the Deacon in front of him. As he entered, the lighting did little to reveal the true glory of the hall, great paintings of the historical foundation of Scatter lining the halls before reaching the podium set in front of a statue, a titan carrying a great blade, that rose up into the dark ceiling above.
Lightly did the cover find itself sitting in the man's lap, his left leg crossed with his right. A quick glance from one of the nearby holy men was soon silenced and sent back to its place with a cold glare, his hands concerned with drawing the cherry rosary from his mantel's breast pocket as he returned his gaze to what lay before him - an artifact of the time before. One of the many relics the churches so proudly held in the days before the Exodus, proof that God's Empire was once mighty.
Once powerful enough to rival his own.
Silently did his fingers rub the wooden beads, the gilded triangle hanging from the bottom of the cord jostling slightly with the effort.
âThank you, Squire. â While Regievko pulled the breathing helmet from over his head, the large cold-weather coat was helped off of him by a young Scatterran garbed in the similar, but much lighter and cleaner, environment equipment before Josef looked up to see a Deacon approaching Regievko through the atrium.
âPrime Minister, so good to see you again ... your friend, the Belkan, he has arrived.â The man replied, walking to the Hykan and shaking his hand with a beaming smile before Regievko looked forward to two large doors leading to the Scripture Hall.
âVery good, Deacon. Itâs been too long.â Regievko said, following the Deacon and entering the great hall with the Deacon in front of him. As he entered, the lighting did little to reveal the true glory of the hall, great paintings of the historical foundation of Scatter lining the halls before reaching the podium set in front of a statue, a titan carrying a great blade, that rose up into the dark ceiling above.
The Austran pondered how it would feel in his hands, to caress the crystalline form in his weathered palms, to hold the remnants of God's existence and crush it. What better way to prove his new dominion than to eliminate the old? The flames of jealousy licked at the back of his mind, the air of devotion and dedication contaminating the place about him inciting a light illness to him, akin to the smell of rotting flesh.
A light snap rung through the hall as he called without bothering to look at the man approaching over his shoulder.
"Good day, minister."
A clatter soon followed as the rosary hit the floor without a second thought from the Emperor.
âEmperor Kampf, glad to see you have made it.â He said while taking the last heavy article from his shoulders and putting it onto the pew opposite the aisle. While the Deacon moved forward, opening to a page in the tome, Regievko took a seat opposite Kampf and laid his hands into his lap. For a moment he was quiet, only his breathing and the coldness of the air making fog in front of his mouth.
âI was here for a few months before the Aschen had launched their invasion, and it hasnât changed since I was last here for a while twenty years ago ... it hasnât changed for six hundred years.â Regievko ended with a somber voice, a hand reaching down to one of the bibles on the back of the pew.
"No," The autocrat commented further, "I can't say it's changed since I had last seen it either." He blinked, his left hand moving to the cuff of his tunic, digging out the edge of his leather glove. "... though I enjoy it all the same." With a light effort did his pale hand come free of the dressy gauntlet, soon sat properly beside him in the pew as it returned to the book in his lap, the leather binding squeaking with the slightest noise at the pressure.
"... and thus did he fall, murdered in his prime by the one he knew as brother."
The bass voice reverberated through the hall with little effort, the finger that had traced the words on the paper soon summoning a harsh tear, ripping the page from the book and crumpling it in his fist, a single golden wedding band sitting atop it.
"The strong shall always usurp the weak..." He paused for a moment, Josef blinking for a moment as he drew his gaze from the bible below him to the man sitting opposite, pondering momentarily just how strong the minister's constitution was as he inquired of him, an eyebrow cocked in curiosity.
"... don't you think so, minister?"
âWeakness isnât a trait of the pure ... the truly, humane and just.â Regievkoâs response was calm but specific, his voice less grand and compounding but guarded with a slight consecration.
âStrengthâs a tool of wrong and right, though. Itâll say in the book right there.â
Regievko leaned back against the pew, trying for what little warmth he could find in the light coat he wore now. As he began removing large snow gloves, the Prime Minister held them both in one hand and laid them at his side.
âThis planet was weak as it was left by our kind all that time ago, and now all of humanity is broken and scattered through this galaxy fighting amongst themselves for little better than scraps.â
"Strength is an attribute - a quality of character - not a tool." The Emperor's voice provided a counter-balance to the Minister's: boisterous, bombastic, but certainly no less self-righteous, if not even moreso. "A rifle, a word, a man - those are tools, means of accomplishing goals. Strength is simply a concept used to drive the means to an end."
Kampf's gaze lingered on the Hykan, watching as an example of an otherwise hardy race lay near shivering. Ironic, in a way.
"Scatter is far from weak, minister, in its own right." Josef contradicted him if only for the sake of it, abandoning the bible as a target for his tapping, instead drawing his fingers over the smooth wood of the pew's arm. "You take it out of context, like so many other things, cousin minister. Scatter has recovered, and will always recover."
Josef blinked, looking up to the statue before shifting his even gaze to the Coalition's leader again, "But in comparison to a single Scatterran, it's nothing more than a ball of dust." A light smile crept onto his hawkish features, a face seemingly perfectly controlled, abnormality absent.
"I can burn worlds as easily as bibles."
âQuite true, though, of how much we are truly capable of. Wasting worlds of beauty and wonder for matters we only form in our ideologies ... â He began flexing his palms lightly to grant himself better heat, his liveliness beginning to return to him.
âBut not this planet, though, not us. You and me both know, as men of the same stock -- nothing about our nations and our people changes the fact we are of the same earth.â Regievko said with an almost sympathetic hint, taking his hands towards his body now.
âScatter has recovered because we have been the ones watching it recover. The Coalition has been the foundation with which the only remnants of our people in existence has remained. The Aschen ... Terrans ... these other things that call themselves human ... are not aware of what it is to call themselves man, Kampf.â
Kampf declared such a matter as fact, for it was of no doubt in his mind. "They dare to consider themselves on par with you, Regievko, you - the spawn of demons compared to a son of God." The Belkan made no move to raise his voice, rather simply placing emphasis on his words. "They can never hope to compete with you, to declare themselves your equal." There was no doubt in his mind what was meant by this statement, but whether the Coalite would know that he spoke of the abomination that now inhabited the child named Raphael McGregor.
Rogue lieutenants had no place in his Hegemony.
"I know you believe we are here to show them what it is, cousin, it is your crusade. There is no questioning you or your people's devotion to seeing it to the end, but..." Kampf raised the question, a single finger raised, "Were that they were destined to survive, to exist in the tumultuous realm that is our galaxy, why are they so easily exterminated? So simple to outwit and decimate?" The green eyes lay on the Hykan for a moment, gauging his mentality.
"I know I didn't forge the Belkan race to stand by as the proverbial uncle of incompetent, inbred invalids tarry about the stars thinking themselves the greatest gift that I or any of their heathen Gods had bestowed on the galaxy. No. Belkans, Azriks, Scatterrans exist for no reason other than to dominate; to prove the masters of these pitiful creatures."
âThis is all painfully true ... six hundred years this galaxy, the pinnacle of human existence, has been the playground of ignorance and tyranny.â Regievko said, a gesture with his hand reaching up to the statue in front of them.
âNo architecture of non-Scatterrans will last two hundred and eighty thousand years to be discovered by another generation of great ancestors. And no other race of man will say they sent brothers and sisters into the darkness of space with the home so broke around them.â
As Regiekvo played a silent tune on the leather of the book in his lap with a finger he shook his head and a sense of pity came upon him while trying to find the words and speak again. He looked to the great obelisk one more time and saw a break in the chains holding the titanâs arm.
âAnd that is why no race can be what we truly are yet, not without us realizing where we belong.â
He paused, smiling as his expression softened, "... we can smelt it into something truly beautiful." A Scatterran galaxy, in their name and no others'. That was what Kampf desired, save for one detail - that it lay under his dominion alone. "There is a reason why we recovered the archives, why we are here and they are not." Kampf paused in his quiet verbal assault, sighing as he considered the state of affairs, how his nation stood ready to plunge this galaxy into the fires of war the likes of which it had not seen for millions of years.
"Then minister... where do we belong?"
âThe Union of Prosperity will have means for war, Emperor, but we will be clear and irresolute with this military. These oars will be commanded by men of heart and thought that will see the prosperity of our cousins that are so dirty and beneath us, as you grant.â He said while he put his hands against the back of the pew in front of him, adjusting his legs while looking at a mural at a near wall of a man upon a great beach of sand; at a small plaque below, âthe Kopenhein Peninsula, 1392â was written in several different languages.
âThis McGregor ... the one youâve just so happened to have killed a while ago ... under another auspice of war ... has earned the Aschen a punishment that must be administrated, that is not debated.â Regievko remarked, a wave of his hand to the Belkan near him.
âA Scatterran galaxy is a human galaxy, and Scatterrans are the allies of people deserving a chance to redeem themselves like the Terrans. A Scatterran galaxy is where supremacy lays with a just and powerful figure.â
The God-King paused for a moment at the mention of the creature's name, a light twitch striking his nose for a moment causing a flicker in his expression. For a moment was the calm look of professionalism and imperial regality in his eyes, instead usurped by a vision of utter hatred - the evil that festered and grew inside the man, if he even was that anymore, and his once-mortal coil. But after that moment did it vanish, the monster having regained control over his body and the composure he so often exuded. "He will pay for his insolence... it is agreed, cousin."
Kampf's steely expression made that a point never to be doubted. "We will drink their blood from the skulls of our foes."
The man allowed his gaze to linger on the other leader for a moment longer before shifting it back in front of him, to the statue that so dwarfed even he - a giant among his people. "Only we will guide this galaxy to glory, Josef, and we alone. There stands no other now who could hope to match us or our potential, not even the Terrans you so proudly tout." His Austran features looked over the avatar of justice, of nobility.
How it made him ill.
"Then why should we not consider such people as the Rakistanis? Scatterran blood, a noble birth, or the Trantor, a people powerful and resourceful?" Kampf inquired, blinking as he pondered.
"Or Deep?"
3261 Kalisco Drive, Minashi Event Center,
Coalition City
Reclining in the chair slightly, Petros Zhirayr stubbed away the cigarette in the ashtray and planted his hands in front of him. The table stretched out in front of him, and his disgruntled appearance seemed to have an effect on several of the younger men seated on either side of him.
Gingerly, he leaned forward with one elbow on the table as his free hand made a simple gesture to the young Terran at the far end of the table, a brown-haired young lad at the helm of a holographic console. âSorry for the bullshit son, go on, go on.â
âSurely, Minister Zhirayr -- â
âCall me Petros, kid.â With another gesture Petros laid his hands back onto the table together. In front of him a series of images projected into the air. A world spun in the inky cosmos, other images juxtaposed alongside it. A military convoy rolled through a dense, sprawling city and vehicles sat in a motorpool beside an image of food lines: a parent stood with a blanket around an emaciated child and took a small plate of food, it if could pass for that.
â -- the consideration the Federal government is facing now is a ⊠double-edged sword so to speak. While aid and funding to the Terran government has continued weâve seen no improvement in the human development of the planet, instead ⊠â The young Terran folded his hands as an image of the TAF overwhelmed the others. âThe Terran military has been quickly modernizing, without the same considerable advancements in the civilian sector. Foreign military forces, extragalactics, like the Varden have been safeguarding the infrastructure of the government and insulating them.â
âWe poured billions into aid thatâs been squandered on a military, with the express request modernization be forgone to focus precisely on the situations the Terrans have been neglecting since they gained independence. Other foreign actors have stepped into our former position, when the Terrans realized we wouldnât arm them for a vengeance strike against the Aschen and Taiyou.â Chairman Kalimos was only a few seats away from Minister Zhirayr, fingers clutched to a cigar while he looked up from the tablet device on the table in front of him.
âBecause we wouldnât give the Terrans their shot at blood-for-blood, a less amiable group has. Now, we all know beyond the Garden things are less black and white but, simply walking on the condition that we assume these other actors will act with the same restraint as we did wonât serve us very well.â Kalimos continued as he set the cigar down to raise a glass to his lips.
âThe Chairman is correct,â The Terran remarked quietly as the images disappeared and a readout of countless report filings filled a holographic box in the air. âOf course the Federal government has acted under the auspice that, legitimately, the government in Sol has a true right to build a military and coordinate with non-Coalition states for its mutual defense.â
âAn extragalactic has no suitable reason to intervene simply âfor the sake of helping Terraâ.â The Chairman interjected as he finished the glass of scotch and placed it on the table in front of him. âIf weâre to be held in contempt for garrisoning the planet when the Sol government has a military capable of defending its territory, the other state actors can be held for empowering the Terrans to utilize their aid in contradiction to what it was provided for -- rebuilding infrastructure and sustaining their civilian population, not arming and equipping a military for a tit-for-tat war of reprisals.â
âRegardless of their wrong-doing though, the Terran military may only be used for what the Terran government decides.â The young man stepped away from the command prompt at the far end of the table. âTo quantify, itâs the Federal governmentâs obligation to suggest the Terrans use the aid they are being provided correctly.â
âSince independence, the Terrans have made it well known they will only cooperate when it suits them -- and specifically, at the expense of the Aschen or Taiyou. Unless we can convince them, in some way, it hurts the Aschen or Taiyou, the TNG doesnât buy it.â Zhirayr said with a curt shrug, before looking more intently at one of the files on display in front of him. âYou canât be angry at someone who feels disenfranchised because we havenât provided them the means to âlevel the playing fieldâ.â
âWe can be angry that they didnât rise to their elected duties, however.â The Terrans remark made a few of the other Scatterrans in the room perk at the brass words of the nameless adjutant.
âTrue kid, very true -- they had the opportunity to take the highroad and instead they choose to get even. What does this mean to us, though?â Zhirayr met with a dry statement of his own. Eyes narrowed politely and a hand dismissed the report from in front of him.
âThe Empire, plainly. As a guarded protectorate of the Coalition, and the largest UCON memberstate beyond the Garden, the consideration of Terran reprisals is a legitimate, clear and present threat.â The Terran replied.
âAffirmative, but the Empire isnât one lonely planet like Sol. They can take care of themselves, without the Apparatus even, if need be.â Zhirayr knew what the adjutant would likely say next, however.
âOf course, but when the Terrans launch a vengeance campaign and the Empire is left high and dry the Federal government will be facing an outcry from the Garden nations. No matter how far away, we protect our own.â
âI like this one, whereâd you find him Marsa?â A uniformed Lieutenant General blew smoke from his nose as he killed the cigarette into another ashtray just inches from him. âThey had balls like this back in Sol maybe the TNG would be a lot better off.â
âSo now the TNG has a crack military, falling on their obligations to the non-government sector, and isnât hiding that theyâve not buried the hatchet. What ⊠exactly are we trying to discuss here?â
As Zhirayr inquired several of the men exchanged glances with one another. Kalimos was seen rubbing the bridge of his nose before the uniformed Scatterran rose from his chair and gave the adjutant a gesture to be seated.
âWhat we would like to discuss, Minister, is the possible ⊠âmotivationâ of the TNG to back down from their aggression against not only Coalition memberstates, but states on the planet of Terra itself.â
Now Eos Paradigm was ashamed and embarrassed to call herself a Terran. Many of the Federation Terrans felt the same as well. There were countless bodies beginning to call themselves 'Edenites' due to wanting to disassociate themselves with Terra altogether after absolving into UCON.
Monika was one of them.
âI agree,â said Monika after Kalimos spoke. She stood up from her own seat and folded her hands behind her back. The focus of her eyes were on her shined boots as she paced back and forth.
âThere is an abundance of evidence that the TNG is not pressing forward with a focus on civilian sectors but rather their military. I have gotten reports of how insufficient this military is as well. Troops trained too fast or inadequately. The fear of oppression is still very strong in the Terran government and that fear alone is driving their motivations.
âThe Federation embassies have also been quiet on Terra. There has been no outreach from the TNG to the Federation for any aid whatsoever, even though we are their big brother ally,â Monika explained to the gathering of men in the room. There was a clear distaste by the expression on her face.
âAs to why the TNG has been quiet and not come seeking aid from the Federation is a mystery. There had been several reports from our embassies located in Wing City and other sectors on Terra of terrorists attacks throughout the planet. This alone shows the incapability the TNG has to even properly defending themselves despite their shiny new toys.
âSo what is the TNG doing with the billions that was sent to Terra. Are they really expending it on upgrades to their military or perhaps those new developments are a white wash? I cannot really believe that the TNG would be that wet behind the ears to waste it on militant research and testing instead of proper training and stabilizing their civilian charges while terrorists run amok in their states.â
âNow, I am no politician but a tactician,â Monika confessed to the room. âI would think that after suffering the Galatic War the TNG would want to efficiently use their new military in order to quell any uprising in their states in order to solidify the foundation that was laid by my very own hand.
âThe most alarming news from Terra sent to the Federation is how quiet the TNG has been since its establishment. There are rumors spreading that Terra is being run more by its military than by its politicians. The TNG has been silent despite the faulty activity of its military.â
Eos Paradigm stopped her pacing and sat down into her chair again.
âThat leaves us with the question of what is happening within the TNG, if it still exists. We need to know if there is someone to motivate or if the entire federation government has fallen into anarchy due to neglect of its elected officials.â
âWhoever the stupid fucks are that insist on keeping paper copies should be fucking shot.â Jacob von Rossa remarked coarsely, the Americ loosening the tie of his suit before laying the transcripts on the table. Across from him Edmund Nelson took a manila folder, clutching up the other papers as he brought them to his lap.
âHard to believe people use a pen and paper.â Nelsonâs voice was a sarcastic tone, the middle-aged administrative chairman nursing a cigar. Adjusting the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose the man used one thumb to flip through the parchments.
âSince itâs the paper this has came in on is the only reason it hasnât reached Dauch already -- â Another young suit, a Tarsan named Marshal Ellokt, shrugged his shoulders and dropped the handfuls of paper in both palms onto the table.
âDonât even get me fucking started on what Dauch will do when he sees this.â Nelson wore a sick grin on his face while drawing one paper in particular and holding it underneath a light. âIâm just glad those âemergency powersâ are done with now -- you pussies couldnât even handle any of this shit under Regievko.â
âOh yeah, thatâs great. Hark back to the old days when you could knife someone in the neck and just say he looked at you wrong when a fucking powder kegâs about to go up again.â Marshal ran his hands through the dark brown hair and held the back of his head. âFirst things first is this violates the previous protocol for the Local Region.â
âWhat, âstand back and let them all cut each other up and then we stack up the survivors and let âem do it againâ?â Edmundâs gritty tone caused Jacob to tightly close his eyes and lay his head back.
âHey look because you and those DM fucks thought it was a good idea to arm a bunch of hut-dwelling guppies against a fucking fascist empire doesnât mean weâre obligated to clean up all the other shit you did outside the Garden.â Marshal pointed with a quick finger as he came away from the projection.
âWhat you want is the verification from Supreme Command. Shit like this wonât be moving around from a bunch of junior officerâs datapads.â Edmund replied shortly, replenishing himself with a glass of water, and continued staring down his nose. âConsidering Petros was blindsided by this itâs safe to assume this idea is from the War College gameboard.â
âThe War College at Tarnasius?â Jacob inquired as he laid the chair back onto its feet and turned his torso at the table. Reaching at a stack of copies he tried to look across to Edmundâs hand before spotting the heading stamp at the top of a page. The Military War College of Tarnasius still used parchment and âthe traditional waysâ as an homage to ancestry and the past, but the ancient ways sat beside the most technologically advanced machine of war to ever fight across the galaxy.
âOne and only, the Big Five under Gold Skies. Those crackpots in the Gaming Room work from all angles though, Dauch will just be flipping at guard dogs doing what guard dogs do.â Edmund said as he brought the cigar from his mouth. Placing the sheaf of paper into the manila folder he reached across the table to hand the folder to Jacob, a disgruntled Americ rising from the chair and taking a pair of car keys. âTheyâre still probably at the event center miling off drinks to this shit, go ahead and bring this to Petros and weâll stay here keeping things on track.â
The holographic displayed more scenes of destitute civilians being uncared for by its federation government on Terra. It made Monika's teeth grit. There were times that she had to remind herself that she controlled the entire Federation Fleet and was no longer a citizen of Terra. And yet it was far too hard for the woman to sit there and watch what was happening to those that had been her people.
An idea breached her moral compass. Monika knew that Terra could be stabilized if the planetary government was overthrown. She knew she had the power to overwhelm the fat politicians that were abusing their seats of power. Each of them were turning blind eyes and deaf ears on the citizens.
If the Federation was allowed to swoop in to seize control then Terra would finally reach stabilization. That, however, was completely out of the question. UCON would never allow the Federation to pull such a move, or at least that was what Monika believed. Due to her reputation amongst the Scatterrans and various xenospecies in the Garden, she was not about to make a fool of herself in front of them all.
A decision was made inside the woman's mind despite better judgment.
There were always groups on Terra attempting to throw Terra into anarchy and chaos. If they received funding from an anonymous proprietor it could be the edge needed to tip the scales. A shadow government could be set up but if Monika was caught then she would be prosecuted and sentenced to life in the Apparatusânot exactly a Sunday picnic at the park.
But there would be no need for a shadow government if it was seen as the Sol Terrans attempting to create war with the Federation. A motive would be easy to conjure. Sol Terrans were uneasy with Edenites. The feel of abandonment could be exaggerated and used as a factor to createâ
Monika folded her hands in front of her face and stared blankly at the table in front of her. Her eyes narrowed as the possibilities rolled through her mind. What the men in the room were speaking about did not even reach her ears. She was so intent on creating this plot inside of her mind that those men were nothing but a haze in the background.
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