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       Elsewhere across Trekylon and the nonaligned nations
       By: MichaelH23 Date: February 23, 2015, 12:48 pm
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       OOC: This thread will describe events in other colony-systems of
       Trekylon, the capital city, Imperiopolis, and several of the
       independent and nonaligned systems that are connected in some
       way to the Civil War. Events depicted here could shift the
       fortunes of the ongoing conflict one way or another, could
       influence how the eventual peace talks evolve, and even affect
       the future fortunes of both Trekylon and the rebels. Anything
       can happen. Because of the uniqueness of the many plot twists
       that can happen, this thread will be broken up into mini-threads
       with brief backstories...and it will also be locked.
       Chapter One: Interstellar Mercantile Republic of Mediterra
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       St Mark's City, on the capital planet of Mediterra
       The civil war raging in nearby Trekylon had proven to be a major
       financial bust to the economy of the young republic. Stocks
       crashed, sending prices soaring into the thousands. Even the
       wealthy landowners of the machanti were soon feeling the strain
       from the economic recession. In an emergency meeting of the
       Senato, the legislative body of the Republic, the machanti and
       pedestro, the respective middle- and lower-class of the republic
       pressed the Doge, the ruler and executive of the nation, to make
       a decision regarding Mediterra's future role in the civil war.
       But even as the middle and lower class representatives pressed
       the Doge for help, he and the tiny group of Concilios or
       ministers of State, remained divided on the issue. It was then
       that a middle-class duke with allies among the pedestro, named
       Enrico Vandeo, rose to address the Senato. He was thirty-two
       years old, with an impressive physique, bright clothing that
       showcased his wealth, and a goatee that was articulately
       trimmed. He made for a very impressive speaker from the planet
       of Tauro, one of the outworlds of the Republic that linked it to
       Trekylon.
       Vandeo - "If I may address the Senato?"
       Doge - "You may speak but make it brief."
       Vandeo moved away from his seat, where he had risen to seek
       permission to make his address. Law required that anyone wishing
       to address the Senato had to rise from their seat and be called
       upon by the Doge. No one was allowed to speak unless they had
       risen from their seats, but even this did not silence the
       murmured protestations and whispers among the delegates. Doge
       Amadeo Razollo constantly fought the urge to have the Senato
       Praetori, the special Guard that surrounds and protects the
       Senato Palazzio, arrest the violators. But he knew that many had
       such diverse and vast connections that to do so would provoke
       demonstrations, boycotts, and in extreme cases, even riots. Thus
       he held his tongue and growled mostly to himself. Vandeo
       ascended the semicircular stage with grace and dignity, ignoring
       the whispers from among his fellow delegates.
       Vandeo - "My fellows in the Senato...this is an uncertain time
       in our history, as our number one trading partner has fallen
       into division. Trekylon's civil war has already impacted many of
       the nonaligned systems, and yet we sit and do nothing. The
       Traylax have lost 600 cargo ships and 17,000 crews...and yet we
       do nothing. I know that our policy in regard to Trekylon has
       been to keep them as trade partners only, but if this civil war
       continues, how long will it be before our own space galleys come
       under attack from their rebel elements?"
       Razollo - "What do you propose we do, Signor Vandeo? Form a
       military alliance with Trekylon and jeopardize our nonaligned
       status?"
       Vandeo - "Sooner or later, our status as a nonaligned power will
       be threatened anyway. Tis it not better that we choose to end
       our nonaligned status?"
       Signor #2 - "I agree with Signor Vandeo. The sooner we align
       with Trekylon's rightful government against the rebels, the
       easier it will be to return to our nonaligned status later."
       Signor #3 - "But what makes you think that once the Trekylon
       Civil War is over, we will be able to wean ourselves of the
       alliance with them? They may decide to expand on that alliance
       by building military outposts on our worlds?"
       Vandeo - "Because, my friend, we would hold out as a condition
       for our temporary alignment the promise that no Trekylonian
       military presence of any kind would be established within our
       sovereignty unless by the expressed and united agreement of the
       Doge and Senato."
       Razollo - "If......IF....I consent to this course of action, be
       aware, Signor Vandeo, that should it fail, you will have your
       titles, lands, wealth seized. You will become
       reietto...outcast."
       Vandeo - "Since I have been presented with the costs of failure,
       I shall be the one to assume responsibility for contacting the
       Imperial government."
       Signor #4 - "We need to cast a vote before committing to this
       insanity."
       Signor #5 - "I agree. Let us vote on the matter now!"
       The calls for a vote grew in numbers and in volume. Vandeo said
       nothing, still standing at the podium, but merely glared at the
       Doge. Once again, the Doge was tempted to call in Senato
       Praetori and break up this rabble, but once again restrained
       himself. Finally, however, it became too much even for him to
       bear. He rose from his regnal throne and threw his voice across
       the whole of the Senato Palazzio
       Razollo - "Enough! Call the vote already and get it over with!"
       Vandeo - "All those in favor, raise your hands."
       As both men watched, several dozen hands went up in the air. The
       consternations began to build as those whose hands were raised
       now fell victim to the scorn and ridicule of their peers. Vandeo
       nodded, acknowledging the raised hands, which came down almost
       simultaneously. Razollo, still standing, now called the next
       vote.
       Razollo - "All who are opposed to the Vandeo Plan rise from your
       seats and be counted."
       As before, several dozen signors rose from their seats and
       received condemnation from their fellows. A few even flung
       condemnations at Vandeo, who remained unaffected by the insults
       thrown at him. Razollo motioned for the men to be seated, and
       they did so, making a few more insults at Vandeo as they did so.
       Razollo - "Be seated, Signor Vandeo."
       Vandeo left the podium, descended from the platform, and
       returned to his seat. A low murmur of insults and appraisals
       followed in his wake. Vandeo simply straightened his robe and
       resumed his seat. Razollo remained on his feet, looking down at
       the assembly from his loft above the platform.
       Razollo - "Signor Vandeo, you will depart from here at morning
       sun tomorrow, aboard the galley Benevento. You have three days
       to make your case before their government, after which..success
       or failure..you will return here. If you are successful, you
       will be given the title of Signore Ambassadore. If you fail, you
       will not be welcome here again."
       Vandeo - "I understand, My Doge."
       Razollo - "This decision made, let us no longer speak of it
       again. Call upon new business or adjourn."
       Even as the other signores began squabbling over what new
       business to bring to the table, and Razollo was forced to return
       to his chair, Vandeo relaxed in his own seat, knowing that he
       had an opportunity.
       [hr]
       Imperiopolis, the same day as the Senato meeting in Mediterra
       A stormy Saturday afternoon greeted Imperial Chancellor Tora
       Ziyal as she made her way to her private office. She had assumed
       the day-to-day operations normally associated with the Imperial
       Court ever since Drake I left for New Columbia. She was
       scheduled to meet with the Gorn Imperator, the Cardassian
       castellan, and the Kotei of the Greater Empire of Showa later in
       the evening. She needed to review the latest tactical reports
       from the frontiers of the empire so she could be ready for those
       meetings. Lightning cracked the sky open and a cacophonous
       thunder blasted the ground as she stepped inside the Parliament
       Dome. She had an office in the Imperial Palace, as well as her
       own, more modest palace in the heart of the city, near the area
       called Diplomats Square. She chose the Parliament Dome simply
       because it was the one place she was less likely to be
       interrupted. She entered the main gallery and was relieved at
       how much quieter the interior was compared to outside, where the
       raging thunderstorm was about to pour its energies down upon the
       city. Choosing to use the stairwell, Ziyal made her way to the
       third floor, where her office was located.  She entered the
       Receptionist's Office, where her secretary, a 135-year-old
       Vulcan woman named T'Sel raised her head and regarded her with a
       raised eyebrow. T'Sel was a typical Vulcan in that she often
       made obvious statements, but she also tended to act brazen about
       her dismissive attitude toward anyone or anything remotely
       related to the office of the Chancellory.
       Ziyal - "T'Sel, I'll need you to set up the meeting with the
       Gorn Imperator and Kotei of the Greater Showa Empire for later
       this evening, and set the meeting up with the Cardassian
       castellan tomorrow morning."
       T'Sel - "Yes, Madam Chancellor, though you may want to set some
       time aside for an impromptu meeting with the Mediterran emissary
       Signor Enrico Vandeo."
       Ziyal - "Impromptu?"
       T'Sel gave her that
       'I-don't-believe-you-never-heard-that-word-before' look by
       lowering the spectacles on the bridge of her pointed nose. This
       was one of her many perfected looks she would often deliver to
       her boss, with cold intensity. Ziyal had learned to tolerate
       that from her Vulcan secretary.
       Ziyal - "When does he want to meet?"
       T'Sel - "Apparently in 22 minutes. His transport landed an hour
       ago at Great Michael's Airport."
       Ziyal - "When were you going to tell me this?"
       T'Sel - "I'm sorry, I thought I had just now?"
       There were times when T'Sel's arrogant, snobbish remarks reached
       their limit, and this was clearly one of them. Ziyal shot her a
       look that would've made a Ferengi cower. T'Sel gave her the
       eyebrow raise but wisely backed down and held her tongue. Ziyal
       released a breath, knowing she had bested her Vulcan opponent
       again, even if not by much.
       Ziyal - "Have him brought straight into my office the moment he
       arrives, I don't care if the Gorn has to wait an hour or two."
       T'Sel - "The Gorn Imperator might try to eat him."
       Ziyal - "Then we can deny knowledge of such an incident and let
       their governments hash it out."
       Ziyal ended the banter before the Vulcan could make a smarmy
       retort by walking into her office and closing the doors behind
       her. She could hear T'Sel muttering to herself about how
       half-breed Bajorans could use the same lessons in logic Humans
       desperately needed. On the one level, T'Sel did have a point.
       The last few months had been hard on everyone thanks to the
       Exodus and the resettlement of the population in a new galaxy
       farther from the home galaxy, and now the civil war was raging,
       making things more difficult. Ziyal wondered why she retained
       the office of Chancellor when Drake I became emperor,
       considering that he was trying to usher in a new age for the
       empire by being the first emperor not of the noble classes. She
       was a holdover from the Great Michael's earlier-and
       first-government. Aside from Odan, who replaced Curzon Dax as
       Foreign Minister due to Curzon's own wish to retire while he
       could still enjoy his life, no changes were effected on the
       ministeriate while at least three new proposals were made into
       law which finally curtailed the military spending at the
       terrible cost of the fracture of both the Parliament and empire
       by the Imperialist Party senators-turned-rebels.
       A buzz at her terminal alerted her to a bulletin from T'Sel. She
       still had the smarmy streak to her voice, which prompted an
       eyeroll from Ziyal.
       T'Sel [voice] - "Signor Enrico Vandeo has arrived in the
       building, surprisingly dry considering the driving rain
       outside."
       Ziyal - "Have the galley bring up some hot tea. I'm sure he
       could still use something warm to drink. Allow Signor Vandeo to
       enter my office."
       T'Sel [voice] - "I'm glad I don't have to order a cake for him.
       Out."
       Ziyal brushed aside the remark and called on the files on
       Mediterra. Minutes later, a waiter came in, carrying a tray with
       two cups and a steaming teapot, a sugar bowl and a tiny pitcher
       of cream. He set the tray down on the desk, then bowed to Ziyal
       before making his way out of the office again. Ziyal watched the
       steam rise from the spout of the teapot wondering when Vandeo
       would come in. Her wait was rewarded when the double-doors
       opened and Vandeo walked in briskly, his bright yellow, red, and
       orange suit gave a slight headache to Ziyal as they were too
       bright. He came to the chair directly in front of her desk, then
       stood in front of it waiting for permission to sit.
       Ziyal - "Have a seat, Signor. Would you like some Bajoran tea?"
       Vandeo - "Thank you."
       As he seated himself, Ziyal poured a cup of tea for him, then
       another for herself. She pushed the tray with the sugar bowl and
       creamer toward Vandeo.
       Ziyal - "Feel free to add sugar and/or cream to your tea."
       Vandeo shook his head.
       Vandeo - "I'm willing to try tea without all that extra
       flavoring."
       Ziyal poured her tea, and reached for the creamer. Pouring it in
       delicately, Ziyal kept her attention on Vandeo, who was bringing
       the steaming cup to his lips. As she set the creamer back on the
       tray, Vandeo sipped his Bajoran tea, then brightened and made a
       sound of satisfaction before setting his teacup down.
       Vandeo - "I would like to bring some samples of this tea back to
       Mediterra. I believe there could be a market for it there."
       Ziyal *smiling* - "Of course. I can have Vedek Rusten meet with
       you to establish a trade agreement focused on our tea. But I
       don't think the tea is the real reason you've come here today."
       Vandeo - "Quite so. I am here because my government is growing
       concerned with the attacks by your rebel elements. The Traylax
       Incident has scared our merchant-class or machanti into mooring
       their ships in port."
       Ziyal - "I understand that. There is little we can do right now,
       due to our fleet being spread thin. The Founder Races have
       either sealed their borders or declared neutrality, so you won't
       get help there either. Plus there's the rebuilding of Caledonia
       II straining our resources."
       Vandeo - "I understand, and I believe there is a solution that
       would benefit both of us. I am proposing a realignment of
       Mediterra with Trekylon."
       Ziyal looked incredulous. Vandeo had just delivered a gift to
       the empire by proposing an alliance. Mediterra had not been hit
       by the rebels' pirate attacks, and as the closest nonaligned
       power to Trekylon could offer bases for the defense of the
       western region. But even as those thoughts rolled through her
       mind, Vandeo's facial expression delivered a deathblow to that
       idea.
       Vandeo - "This alignment would be temporary and with a
       condition. No Trekylonian military personnel, equipment,
       starships or bases will be established in Mediterran territory
       without the expressed agreement of both the Senato and Doge."
       Ziyal felt as though she had been kicked in the gut. All her
       expectations and hopes had been dashed in an instant.
       Ziyal *visibly disappointed* - "How will this realignment help
       us, if we can use some of your worlds to help bolster our
       defenses in the western region?"
       Vandeo - "You say Caledonia II is in need of infrastructure
       restoration. I imagine Nihal II and Hellonde could also use some
       material assistance. My government is willing to deliver
       technicians and materials to aid in the rebuilding efforts."
       Ziyal thought about this for a moment. She knew that Caledonia
       II and Hellonde were especially in need of technicians, as those
       who were on the planets had either been scattered by the rebels,
       joined the Imperial Liberation Forces, or had been executed. She
       also knew Drake I would welcome the assistance provided by
       Mediterra.
       Ziyal - "What can Trekylon provide you in exchange?"
       Vandeo - "Three things. One, a trade agreement which will cover
       certain fruits you grow that we need. Two, the establishment of
       banking facilities in five of your star-systems. And three, the
       establishment of a military exchange between our forces. Our
       troops could learn how you drill and train, while select members
       of your military could receive training in Mediterran combat
       tactics."
       Ziyal - "This will have to be discussed with the Council of
       Ministers, but I believe we can come to an agreement. How long
       can you stay on Gaia?"
       Vandeo - "I have three days, including this one. Then, whether I
       receive an answer or not, I must return."
       Ziyal - "Very well. As we do not yet have an embassy with your
       government, the best I can offer you is the Nations Hotel. Its
       about four blocks from here, and I'd suggest having an
       umbrella."
       As if to underscore her words, a loud crash of thunder made the
       teacups rattle on the tray. Vandeo looked as though he had been
       shocked by the sound, and even Ziyal was rattled by the thunder.
       Vandeo - "I think I will use the taxicar, but I will definitely
       look into that hotel."
       Ziyal - "I can have my secretary call ahead and make the
       reservation for you, if you'd like."
       Vandeo - "I am honored, Madam Chancellor."
       Ziyal hit the buzzcom. When T'Sel answered with her usual
       sarcasm and wit, Ziyal instructed her to call the hotel and
       place the reservation. It took only seconds, during which time
       Vandeo sipped his tea again.
       T'Sel [voice] - "The room has been reserved, Madam Chancellor.
       Does the emissary also require the key to the adult room for
       private use?"
       Vandeo's face reddened in embarassment. Ziyal's reddened in
       anger.
       Vandeo - "No thank you, Madam. I appreciate your help with the
       room, however."
       T'Sel [voice] - "I am..pleased that someone appreciates what I
       do here. I--"
       Ziyal cut off the buzzcom before T'Sel could go into her speech
       about how Ziyal never appreciated her efforts. Ziyal had heard
       that speech many times and it was now past the point of being
       insubordinate.
       Ziyal - "I'll have my secretary provide you with some small
       samples of the tea to enjoy at the Hotel. And before you leave,
       I'll put you in touch with Vedek Rusten about taking some back
       with you."
       Vandeo - "Thank you, Madam Chancellor."
       He rose from his chair and bowed formally to the Imperial
       Chancellor, who bowed as respectfully in return. Vandeo curtly
       turned and walked through the double-doors, which opened for
       him. When the doors closed again, Ziyal breathed a sigh of
       relief.
       cont'd >
       #Post#: 45--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Elsewhere across Trekylon and the nonaligned nations
       By: MichaelH23 Date: March 3, 2015, 5:50 pm
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       < cont'd
       Chamber of the Ministeriate
       Ziyal had left an hour after Vandeo departed, making her way to
       the Chamber of the Ministeriate in the driving rain. The thunder
       and lightning had ceased, but the storm was not quite done with
       the Imperial capital. Fortunately, Ziyal's driver was very
       efficient, maneuvering the hovercar through the storm with the
       deftness of a skilled pilot. Ziyal took the time to prepare
       herself for the meeting with the other ministers. She had not
       expected Vandeo to be so forthright, but then in her experience,
       she never expected anyone to be so forthcoming. The hovercar
       entered the parking deck, where it latched onto umbilical
       fasteners. This would allow the hovercar to lock down until the
       passengers and occupant returned. Ziyal emerged from the back
       passenger area, using a ramp to make her way to the dock of
       turbolifts. Stepping inside, she gave the command that sent the
       turbolift moving to its designated deck. Minutes later, the
       doors opened to a wide corridor, well-lit by windows reaching
       from the floor to the ceiling. Here, she could see the cityscape
       spreading out beneath the building's expanse. She walked along
       the corridor, until she found the doors that led to the meeting
       room. As the doors opened before her, she could see that the
       major ministers were already present: Odan the foreign minister,
       Martok the war minister, Deanna Troi the interior minister,
       Luther Sloan the intelligence minister, Rom the finance
       minister, and Garibaldi the director of industry.
       Ziyal - "I see that you are already present here, so I won't
       waste time with pleasantries. I have been approached with an
       offer of a realignment in relations with the Stellar Mercantile
       Republic of Mediterra. It would seem that the recent Traylax
       Incident has frightened the Doge enough that he sent an emissary
       to Gaia."
       Odan - "I was just given the report. Emissary Vandeo is very
       eager, yet also inexperienced. I'm surprised that the Doge would
       even send him."
       Ziyal - "They must've become so worried about the rebels that
       the Doge felt desperate enough."
       Martok - "Do the Mediterrans have a spacefleet that could even
       hold up against a rebel skirmish?"
       Sloan - "No, Martok. Their spacefleet is incapable of standing
       up to a rebel raid without a significant upgrade to their
       technology."
       Ziyal - "Is there anyway we can assist their industry?"
       Garibaldi - "Not unless they're willing to update their
       equipment. Right now they're using technology whose equivalent
       existed in 19th century Europe during the so-called Industrial
       Revolution."
       Odan - "Madam Chancellor, might I suggest that we should accept
       this realignment with the Mediterrans, in order to facilitate
       updating their equipment and technology?"
       Martok - "One problem with that, minister. They have expressly
       stated that no military outposts would be welcome in their
       sovereign space. Blasted independent nations and their need for
       self-preservation."
       Rom - "If I may, Madam Chancellor. I propose that we could also
       extend a monetary loan in addition to the technological upgrades
       Odan has suggested."
       Odan - "I concur."
       Martok - "Perhaps I can arrange a meeting with my counterpart in
       Mediterra and discuss military upgrades."
       Ziyal - "So do I take this as a sign that the Council of
       Ministers will support this realignment with all the
       stipulations as laid out by Signor Vandeo?"
       Odan - "Yes, at least for the duration of this civil war.
       Afterwards, any further discussion of extending and expanding on
       this realignment will require not just their senate's vote, but
       also the full Parliament."
       Deanna - "I do not understand why the Parliament would need to
       endorse such an extension. After all, Drake I's main mission is
       to expand our diplomatic reach. Would this not fit with his
       mission goal?"
       Odan - "You forget that we would need to fill in the posts
       vacated by the 'blue-bloods' when they split off to form the
       rebel movement. This could take time."
       Ziyal - "We'll worry about that after we end this war. Thank you
       ministers."
       Odan - "One more thing, Madam Chancellor. I received a message
       from Praetor Kamemor of Romulus. She said that her military
       force has built up sufficient numbers to begin working with the
       multinational forces. And she also said that a battlegroup
       operating near the Traylax systems have captured a rebel
       starship with survivors. They'll be turned over to our custody
       by the end of the day. The Klingons are also prepared to begin
       operations in collaboration with the forces. The Gorn, Kinshaya,
       and Cardassians will be ready by the end of the week."
       Ziyal - "I will be seeing the Gorn Imperator tomorrow. So who's
       the holdout?"
       Martok - "Those crystalline bugs, the Tholians. They remain
       stubborn, refusing to end their isolation until the end of the
       war. They also refuse to speak with anyone else about their
       decision. Not even the Gorn emissary is welcome in Tholian space
       anymore."
       Ziyal - "Guess I'll need to clear my schedule Monday for an
       impromptu meeting with the Tholian emissary, talk sense into
       her. Thank you again."
       They rose as one, and bowed together. Ziyal turned and withdrew
       through the double-doors, feeling as though a weight had been
       lifted, even if only temporarily.
       #Post#: 97--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Elsewhere across Trekylon and the nonaligned nations
       By: MichaelH23 Date: August 1, 2015, 2:18 am
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       The next day. Office of the Imperial Chancellor
       Ziyal had indeed cleared her schedule for the meeting with the
       Tholian ambassador, Avelene. Having the Tholians onboard for the
       multinational fleets as they brought the fighting to the rebel
       outposts was of vital importance, yet their Conclave remained
       stubborn ever since they arrived from the Milky Way galaxy.
       Partly, Ziyal couldn't blame them, especially after the
       Unprovoked War with USOA and the sneak attacks on Earth II and
       Panthera. But she also knew that Tholian xenophobia would end up
       costing more lives than should be allowed. Drake I had given her
       considerable leeway in her dealings with the Tholians, advising
       only to be cautious and polite with them.
       Troubles with the Tholians had been on the increase since just
       before the outbreak of the Civil War, when pirates struck three
       Tholian deep-range outposts. But with the Civil War raging,
       rebels proved to be a bigger menace than the pirates. Tholian
       xenophobia, which had been on the decline for the last eight
       months, came roaring back with a vengeance, costing the Klingons
       three freighters, and a major diplomatic incident. Only the
       intervention of Drake I prevented both races from slugging it
       out at a critical time when, on the other side of the empire,
       the rebels had seized Caledonia II. The fact that the Tholians
       had only allowed a Gorn emissary to visit them shortly after
       seemed to show promise, but now the most recent raid by rebel
       ships had scared the Tholians into sealing their borders
       completely, not even allowing the Gorn emissary to return, and
       almost starting a war with the Romulans because of it. Ziyal
       knew that it was vital to steer the Tholians' collective
       paranoia away from self-imposed isolation if there was to be a
       chance to finally force the rebels to the negotiating table.
       Ziyal had been waiting 25 minutes past the time she had
       designated the Tholian ambassador arrive. This was typical
       Tholian tactics at play, demand foreign embassies arrive on time
       or face consequences, yet delay deliberately when themselves
       meeting foreign envoys. Ziyal was prepared for this tactic to be
       used, but it nevertheless annoyed her. Finally, T'Sel's voice on
       the intercomm provided welcome news.
       T'Sel - "Madame Chancellor, Tholian Ambassador Avelene has
       arrived. She appears to be in a most disagreeable state and is
       giving me the evil eye."
       Ziyal - "T'Sel, you wouldn't know evil if it walked up and shook
       hands with you."
       T'Sel - "Madame Chancellor, Tholians do not have hands, not in
       the same sense you and I have."
       Ziyal - "Just show her in, please."
       Ziyal allowed the moment of annoyance with her secretary pass as
       the door to her office opened. Dressed in shimmering silk,
       Avelene stalked into the office, looking like an oversized Earth
       mantis. She walked right up to the desk without offering any
       preamble or greeting, and locked her crystalline eyes on Ziyal.
       Avelene - "You have no right to summon me here. Our nation is
       isolated from your problems and will remain so until you either
       destroy them or they destroy you."
       Ziyal - "So you will continue to open fire on any ship that
       violates the jurisdictional boundaries of your nation, no matter
       their origin?"
       Avelene - "We gave you and all fair warning of such a punishment
       when we announced the border closing. It is not our fault your
       people continue to disregard it."
       Ziyal - "Setting that aside for the moment, I called you in here
       to....plead with you to join our fight against the rebels. With
       your ships we can finally neutralize the rebel threat we both
       share, and you will again have security."
       Avelene - "The Conclave has already made its decision. We will
       not join your war. We have little to gain and all to lose if we
       do. Our border policy will also not change for the foreseeable
       future."
       Ziyal - "That policy has already offended the Klingons and
       Romulans. The rebels don't care about it, and the non-Imperial
       powers who help us will likely also disregard it. How do you
       expect to take them on?"
       Avelene - "If they intrude, they will die. They have all been
       warned."
       Ziyal - "What if we made it worth the involvement of your
       fleets? What if in return, you could claim any Class-Y and
       Class-J worlds scrubbed of the rebels?"
       Avelene - "We would still not change our border policy until the
       conclusion of the war."
       Ziyal - "I am not asking you to. But this way, you would help
       play a part in securing the empire, and still be protecting your
       own nation."
       cont'd>
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       Re: Elsewhere across Trekylon and the nonaligned nations
       By: MichaelH23 Date: August 1, 2015, 2:28 am
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       <cont'd
       Avelene's rigid, nearly threatening stance relaxed a bit as she
       entered a silent communion with the Entire. Ziyal was amazed at
       how far Tholian telepathy could range, even at the distance
       between Gaia and Tholia. Avelene's red aura shifted toward a
       more neutral yellow as she remained in communion. Finally, the
       color shifted again, gradually turning first green, then blue.
       Avelene blinked her eyes twice as if coming out of a spell.
       Avelene - "It has been debated and agreed. We will send
       sufficient number of ships to assist you while keeping enough to
       maintain our isolation. However, if the Klingons and Romulans
       intrude on our space again, we will consider it an act of war
       and withdraw our support. This is our only warning."
       Ziyal - "Will you allow a Gorn emissary to enter your space, as
       a liason between your High Command and the Imperial High
       Command?"
       Avelene - "We will allow him and him alone access to our space.
       Anyone else attempting to enter will be killed, as will the
       emissary."
       Ziyal - "Very well. We have a deal, Ambassador."
       Avelene turned and stalked toward the door, which opened for
       her. Before she exited the room, however, she turned back to
       Ziyal.
       Avelene - "Because you served the Noble Michael, we will honor
       this agreement. If you should break it, however, you will
       forfeit any support you have within the Conclave. Do not forget
       this."
       With that, Avelene departed the room, her clicking legs fading
       into the background.
       [hr]
       Later that same day, Romulan Outpost K-15
       Gell Kamemor walked the decks of the Warbird Dremmix, side by
       side with Commander Aexcerv. He had been tasked with forming the
       coalition fleet that would join the Humans in freeing their
       colonies from the rebels. Aexcerv had an excellent service
       record and was the epitome of the ideal of Greater Empire. His
       hair, cut in the severe military style, was showing signs of
       greying, yet he retain the vigor of his youth. As they passed
       the viewports, they could see the other D'deridex-class and
       Mogai-class ships docked and orbiting the station. They were on
       their way to the airlock, where just two corridors ahead in the
       station, the Praetor's shuttle was docked.
       Kamemor - "Chancellor Kurn has informed me that two Klingon
       fleets of 250 ships will be arriving within the hour."
       Aexcerv - "I was just informed that Gorn, Kinshaya and Breen
       ships will be here within minutes. Once the Tholians and
       Klingons arrive, we'll have the fleet the Humans will need for
       their fight."
       Kamemor - "I have always been puzzled by Humans and their
       occasional and bloody strains against authority."
       Aexcerv - "Personally, I do not understand why Drake I doesn't
       simply execute all the rebels and their families. Its something
       that all major powers have since time immemorial."
       Kamemor - "Perhaps our association with the Humans is meant to
       show us a different way, a better way."
       Aexcerv - "It is something to ponder."
       They reached the airlock, where the double-doors had already
       opened to allow station techs to leave the warbird. Kamemor
       watched them leave, then turned to face Aexcerv, her robes
       swirling gracefully.
       Kamemor - "I will soon be meeting Imperial Chancellor Ziyal on
       matters of supply. I wish you and your fellow commanders
       godspeed."
       At that, a voice, that of Subcommander Rekar, cut through the
       low hum of the station and the low buzz of the ship.
       Rekar [voice] - "Commander, sensors have picked up several
       wedge-shaped ships coming out of warp. It appears the Tholians
       have arrived."
       Aexcerv - "Thank you, subcommander. I'll be back on the bridge
       shortly. Aexcerv out."
       Kamemor - "I shall leave you to make your final preparations,
       Commander."
       Aexcerv watched as Kamemor turned gracefully and made her exit
       back onto the station. Behind her, the last group of techs also
       departed for the station. Aexcerv turned and marched back toward
       the turbolift, passing the viewports as he did. He caught
       glimpses of Gorn and Tholian ships intermingling with the other
       Romulan ships. He smiled, knowing that soon the united fleet
       would be fighting alongside the Humans. He expected to hear
       about the Klingons arriving by the time he walked on the bridge.
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       By: MichaelH23 Date: August 1, 2015, 4:59 pm
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       Hekla Squadron approaching Outpost K-15. I.K.S Tovargh
       At any other time, an approach to a Romulan outpost would be
       considered rather unusual, unless it related to the Remans. But
       Commodore N'Brasho was eager to join the coalition fleet. He
       knew he would lose his commodore rank once his squadron arrived
       at the station, but he had already studied Commander Aexcerv's
       record and knew him to be a cunning warrior worthy of the praise
       of even Kahless himself. From the Tactical station, K'Gara
       informed him that the Tholians had just dropped out of warp
       close to the station.
       N'Brasho - "Soulless bugs. They demand everyone be punctual yet
       are late themselves."
       K'Gara - "With respect, we're also late, sir."
       N'Brasho - "That does not matter. We are late on occasion. They
       are late all the time."
       First Officer D'Laga grunted and the other Klingons chuckled
       brusquely. N'Brasho couldn't fault them. He had dealt with
       Tholians before and knew them very well. His twenty years of
       experience had given him insight into every alien species
       encountered. He was about to retell the story of his first
       encounter with the Gorn when the communications terminal buzzed.
       Treqa reached over from his chair and touched the control, then
       rotated his chair to face N'Brasho.
       Treqa - "I think Captain Ho'Ta would like a word, commodore."
       N'Brasho - "Probably to tell me to salute the new commodore. Put
       him on."
       Treqa touched the controls again. A second later, the image of
       Captain Ho'Ta appeared. His beard was flecked with bits of racht
       and his hair was an unruly mane. N'Brasho couldn't help but
       suppress a chuckle at his comrade's barbaric appearance.
       Ho'Ta [voice] - "Hope you enjoyed your title of commodore, my
       old friend. Now the Romulan has it."
       N'Brasho - "I know. May he have better luck with it than I did.
       "
       Ho'Ta [voice] - "Have you seen the number of ships already
       holding station?"
       N'Brasho - "The Kinshaya will be arriving soon and we'll have
       all the ships."
       K'Gara - "Just picked up the Kinshaya fleet coming into range
       now, sir."
       Ho'Ta [voice] - "Those spheres they call ships are quite
       impressive, even if primitive."
       N'Brasho - "Never confuse primitive for effective, captain. They
       can be quite lethal."
       Ho'Ta [voice] - "We shall see if they live up to that
       reputation. Ho'Ta out."
       Treqa - "The station has greeted us in our language and assigned
       us coordinates."
       N'Brasho - "Helm put us at those coordinates. Signal Dremmix
       that the flag is transferred to Commodore Aexcerv."
       Treqa - "Message transferred and acknowledged."
       N'Brasho - "Now that we have everyone here, we can begin our
       glorious campaign with the Humans. Good work everyone."
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       Re: Elsewhere across Trekylon and the nonaligned nations
       By: MichaelH23 Date: August 13, 2015, 2:06 am
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       GNN News exerpt
       "...and we just learned that at 1630 hours, or just an hour and
       a half ago, Imperial Chancellor Tora Ziyal on behalf of His
       Imperial Majesty Drake I and Mediterran emissary Enrico Vandeo
       on behalf of the Senato signed a Realignment Treaty which
       temporarily brings Mediterra into the Civil War on the side of
       the Imperial government. Mediterra would receive Imperial
       protection in exchange for the leasing of temporary facilities.
       The realignment is only for the duration of the military
       conflict and is open to dissolution or renewal on a more
       permanent basis. This news comes on the heels of news from
       Ch'Rihan about a coalition fleet comprised of Romulan, Klingon,
       Kinshaya, Gorn, Cardassian, Breen, and Tholian ships. This
       coalition task-force, commanded by a Romulan, will play a major
       role in the otherwise Earther vs Earther civil war. We'll
       continue to follow these events as they happen.."
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       Re: Elsewhere across Trekylon and the nonaligned nations
       By: MichaelH23 Date: September 28, 2015, 3:23 pm
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       Chapter Two: Greater Empire of Showa
       While the Civil War was having unsettling impacts on many of its
       neighbors, the Greater Empire of Showa, along with the United
       Tribes of Mongolistan, used the Civil War to stake claims on
       worlds which, unknown to them, were rebel bastions. Though the
       Mongols would submit any claims they made on the planets and
       systems in which the planets were located (and for the most part
       receive them) as part of the later peace treaty, Showa would not
       be denied their prizes...or their chance to shed rebel blood in
       the name of the Shogun. The new shogun, Jirihito, had already
       laid down his military roadmap to greater shogunal and imperial
       conquests, his political reform plans would shake the very
       foundation of the shogunal and daimyo powerbase upon which the
       empire had been built.....
       Kurybashi Palace, Takayama, New Edo
       Many of the daimyo were impatient for the legislative session to
       begin, having been pulled away from the various minor
       battlefields in systems well outside the Imperial combat zones
       but tantalizingly close to their own borders. They sat with
       their legs folded beneath them, on plush cushions as was the
       traditional custom, descended from their ancestral Earther
       countrymen from Japan. Many of them brandished various medals
       showing the commendations bestowed on them by the shoguns who
       until now had governed briefly and only as a means of more
       easily interacting with outlanders. The appointment of the
       newest shogun, Jirihito, was a foregone conclusion. But since
       his ascension to the shogunate, Jirihito had begun taking a more
       active than usual role in politics and military tactical
       planning. Though his new attentions did benefit them militarily,
       with the annexations of over 6 star systems with planets ripe
       for colonization, mining, and exploitation, his political plans
       had caused much unease among the daimyo, from whom Jirihito had
       been selected to ascend to the shogunate.
       While the majority of the population was Earther, there was one
       alien race which was also strongly represented among the daimyo,
       and made different from the Earthers by their various shades of
       blue to violet skin. Their eyes also varied in color, ranging
       from gold to white (unnerving to Earther daimyo) to a deep
       crimson red. This race, known to the Earthers as Navi-chan, had
       inhabited three of the original six star systems settled by the
       Humans. The Navi-chan had been nicknamed 'dark daimyo' by their
       Human counterparts. For their part, the Navi-chan took this all
       in stride. Relations between the two races was so peaceful that
       a new race of mixed Human-Navichan beings had arisen to form a
       third caste.
       Jirihito entered the chamber, his flowing robes concealing his
       own samurai armor, which was the brightest blue ever seen by
       Humans. The bright blue armor was a stark contrast to his
       slightly violet skin tone, as Jirihito was a mixed
       Human-Navichan hybrid. He was the first ever hybrid to be
       selected to ascend to the shogunate, and he made it clear from
       day one that he would treat all citizen-subjects of the Greater
       Empire with the same balance of harshness and compassion,
       strictness and amicability. As he strode into the chamber, the
       daimyo in their circle stood up and bowed to him. Jirihito, not
       wanted to waste time with protocol, motioned for them to sit
       back down. The two main rules in session were that only the
       shogun could remain on his feet, and no one was to speak until
       invited to do so by the shogun. There were no known records of
       violations of said rules, and nobody had recently dared to try.
       Jirihito - "My brave daimyo, who have come from battlefields
       near and far. I am relieved that you have come here on this
       urgent of matters."
       Takeshima Utori - "We have been waiting seventeen minutes. That
       was two minutes over the fifteen you said you needed to prepare
       your speech. You realize we have warriors under our banners who
       are dying at this moment, while we the generals who should be
       meeting the enemy in the same field as our men, sharing their
       hardships, sit here, on this cushy pillows?"
       Jirihito - "Take care with your words in future, Utori.
       Otherwise I may have to inform your warriors that their general
       will be replaced because he lost his life at the capital due to
       a slip of the tongue."
       Moritani snuffed at the statement, not really caring whether he
       died here or on the battlefield. He and Jirihito used to be
       close companions who shared the distinction of being the only
       hybrids to achieve the high rank of daimyo. The Earther class
       were basically anointed by their ancient bloodlines as daimyo,
       and only half actually had the military record worthy of the
       rank while the other half talk big but likely have never seen a
       battlefield outside a documentary film-vid. The Navi-chan had to
       work hard and win glory in order to achieve the rank.
       Moritani - "You let that shogunal robe go to your head, young
       pup. You strut like an Earth peacock while forgetting that you
       came from this number and can return to it easily, either alive
       or dead."
       Jirihito - "Our blood bond may be strong, but it would not
       prevent me from cutting your tongue out if you speak to me like
       that again."
       Jirihito waited to see if anyone else would rise to interrupt
       him or support both Utori and Moritani. When no one else spoke,
       he continued.
       Jirihito - "Our empire is growing by strength each day, and we
       incorporate more races and other scattered fragments of Humanity
       into our bosom. It is high time this legislative assembly take
       stock of this fact and accept my proposal to expand the body
       while at the same time making the office and title of shogun a
       more permanent holding."
       cont'd>
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       By: MichaelH23 Date: September 29, 2015, 1:01 am
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       <cont'd
       Matsuhiro Makenada, a young Earther daimyo of 23 years of age
       broke the tradition of remaining seated, standing up to face
       Jirihito. For what felt like eternity to everyone in the
       chamber, silence descended. Many of the daimyo expected Jirihito
       to unsheathe his katana and slice Makenada across the throat,
       bringing an end to his life before he could form a word.
       Jirihito's hand moved down toward the katana on his belt, and
       his jaw set in anger. Makenada, for his part, remained
       oblivious.
       Makenada - "You want to become dictator of the empire? Do you
       truly believe the common people will accept you?"
       Jirihito - "That brings us back to the legislative proposal.
       Expansion by inclusion. Instead of you 24 battle-drunk,
       politically incompetent men solely serving as legislators, we
       add the middle-class and plebeians to the government. This way
       they could approve my permanent occupancy of the shogunate."
       Utori - "Permanent, that is, until someone assassinates you.
       Your move will result in just that very thing. As it stands now,
       it is already a competition to acquire the shogun title. Making
       it more permanent will only open you to challenges and
       assassination attempts from those who want the power for
       themselves."
       Jirihito - "If that is a threat, Utori, then it is a mistake to
       have made it. For if something does happen to me, my own
       warriors will be certain to have you skinned alive and your skin
       put on display for all to see."
       Utori - "Have you so little trust in your own daimyo that you
       would suspect me of wanting to replace you?"
       Jirihito - "I'm a shogun. It comes with the territory."
       Moritani now rose, more defiantly than Makenada had done
       earlier.
       Moritani - "There is no way that I would support your shogunate
       as a more permanent office. Not after your disrespect for our
       blood bond."
       Several other daimyo, emboldened by Moritani's stand, also
       raised their voices in opposition. Jirihito couldn't believe how
       quickly his own beloved daimyo had turned against him. His rage
       built up to a boil, and without thinking, he unsheathed his
       katana and slashed at a bouquet of flowers on a low table near
       the Circle. Every flower blossom fell off, sliced neatly by the
       blade.
       Jirihito - "Perhaps your talents are better suited to the
       battlefield. I will take my proposal to the subject peoples with
       on additional change....replacement of you with new counsels.
       Now, get out of my sight and return to the battlefields."
       The gathering remained seated, silent. Some were now furious
       over how Jirihito had casually dismissed them. Others were angry
       with their fellow daimyo for provoking their shogun. One lone
       daimyo rose from his cushion, looking ready to yield. Jirihito
       expected that the last person he counted on to rise to challenge
       was someone as liberal and naive as Fujito Ishikawa. Ishikawa, a
       25-year-old from one of the outlying planets within Showa,
       locked eyes with the shogun.
       Ishikawa - "I speak only for myself, sire. You do make strong
       arguments in favor of your plan. I remain skeptical about making
       the shogunate a more permanent office."
       This seemed to cool Jirihito considerably.
       Jirihito - "Skepticism is a healthy thing. It only becomes
       disagreeable with rhetoric. Now why can't the rest of you show
       similar backbone?"
       Utori - "Fine. We'll support your legislative expansion
       idea....provided that there is sufficient support among the
       common people."
       Moritani rose then, hand on his katana on his belt.
       Moritani - "You are a fool to support such blasphemy as what he
       is proposing. The Greater Empire has existed for almost 100
       years without a permanent executive and a small legislature. Now
       you wish to allow him to usurp the title."
       Ishikawa - "Put down your blade, half-breed, before you cut
       yourself with it."
       Moritani lunged at Ishikawa. Fortunately, Ishikawa was fast on
       the draw. His blade was in his hand before Moritani had even
       taken the first step. Their blades met in a loud cling sound
       that echoed in the chamber. The other daimyo bolted from their
       cushions and moved quickly out of the way of the two men as they
       dueled. While Moritani hacked like a madman, Ishikawa was more
       steady and relaxed in his counterattacks. Both men waited for an
       opening the other's defense so they could deliver the killing
       strike. Because of this, neither men gained any advantage until
       Moritani suddenly became distracted by the sight of a dagger in
       Jirihito's clawed hand. His lack of attention on his opponent
       gave Ishikawa the opening he needed. He brought his blade down
       on the arms of Moritani, causing a primal scream to burst from
       his lips even as both of his arms detached from his body just
       below the elbows and dropped to the floor near a fellow daimyo's
       cushion. Continuing his motion, Ishikawa drove the end of his
       other sword point-first into Moritani's now exposed back, using
       the momentum to drive his stricken enemy into the ground.
       Moritani dropped to the floor with a thud, and blood began to
       pool beneath him.
       Ishikawa looked to the shogun to see his reaction and was
       horrified when Jirihito fixed his crimson eyes on him, a look of
       pure hatred for the killing of his blood-bound comrade. Jirihito
       swung his own blade around and took Ishikawa's head clean off
       his shoulders in a near-instant.
       cont'd >
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       <cont'd
       Jirihito wiped the blood from his sword before returning it to
       the sheath on his belt. The remaining daimyo were stone silent
       as Jirihito stared them down. Finally, he motioned for an aide
       who had been located in a darkened corner of the chamber
       forward. He came quickly, and dropped to the floor in
       supplication, his head a mere inch from Jirihito's toes.
       Jirihito - "Announce that the Moritani and Ishikawa family
       estates and riches are now the property of the government, seize
       their holdings on the other worlds, eliminate any surviving
       house members who resist. Then, inform the next-in-command of
       their warriors that they are now promoted to daimyo with the
       seized holdings of these two as their award."
       The aide kissed Jirihito's toes then backpedaled while still on
       his knees, not rising until he was at the entryway, where he
       then sprinted away. The other daimyo looked horrified by
       Jirihito's command.
       Jirihito - "If their kinsmen do not resist, then they have a
       chance to reclaim what they can, and acquire what cannot be
       replaced. If on the other hand, they resist, then no mercy will
       be shown. As for the rest of you, you have a choice. Make it
       now."
       For several long minutes, nobody uttered a sound, either too
       angered by what had happened, or too fearful of the consequences
       of their choices or lack of. Nine yeard as a daimyo had
       established the impatience tendency in Jirihito. But his new
       shogunal rank intensified it to extremes. Just as he thought he
       would have to decapitate another daimyo to spur a decision,
       Utori made the announcement.
       Utori - "We will agree to your proposals....but know
       this......you have spurned any support you have in this Circle
       by shedding the blood of fellow daimyo. The office and title may
       become permanent, but your custodianship of both may not remain
       as permanent."
       With that, and without a by-your-leave from Jirihito, Utori and
       the other daimyo rose from their cushions and walked out,
       leaving a fuming Jirihito, who did nothing to stop them. After
       all, he didn't want the janitors to have to mop up the blood.
       The great political revolution swept across the Greater Empire
       of Showa and soon attracted the attention of both the
       Gaian-based Imperial government and the rebel pseudo-government.
       But while it would be Jirihito who would make contact with the
       Empire, it would be the rebels who would make contact with the
       surviving members of House Moritani and House Ishikawa, offering
       clandestine help in settling the score against House Jirihito.
       Within three weeks of holding the vote, the citizen-subjects
       unanimously supported the creation of a bicameral legislature
       giving the merchants and lower-class a voice (though the poorest
       from the lower-class were forbidden due to their classification
       as 'unclean'). The decision to make the shogunal title a more
       permanent fixture in the executive, however, was not as
       popularly accepted. Several daimyo and members of the fallen
       Houses Moritani and Ishikawa strongly opposed Jirihito becoming
       the permanent shogun, while the middle-class were unsure of the
       idea of a permanent shogun. Nonetheless, enough support remained
       to get the measure passed.
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       Re: Elsewhere across Trekylon and the nonaligned nations
       By: MichaelH23 Date: October 2, 2015, 5:31 pm
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       Kurybashi Palace, one week later
       Jirihito was drenched in sweat as he left the practice yard. He
       had been training for five hours straight with little break,
       which came as a surprise to his physicians as they monitored his
       heartrate, blood pressure, and respiration rates. Because of his
       unique physiology, they were there to record every piece of data
       they could on his body functions and reflex responses. Jirihito
       was happy that the measures he pushed hard to enact had finally
       been accepted, even if reluctantly, by the people. The few
       surviving members of Houses Moritani and Ishikawa had finally
       capitulated only after nearly all members had been executed.
       They had lost their vast treasures, almost all their lands, and
       their many titles, forcing some to start all over again to
       regain their honor. While the remnant families turned on each
       other verbally with savage excess, they still reserved their
       heated rages for the shogun. Jirihito began to feel sympathy for
       his fellow monarch, Drake I of Trekylon, as he was dealing with
       the backlash from his own choices.
       As Jirihito entered his dressing room, attended only by four of
       his personal house-staff, a courier entered the room. His head
       was down and his eyes downcast as he entered as no one except
       for concubines were allowed to gaze upon the flesh of the
       shogun. In his hand, he held a rolled up paper tied with a
       ribbon. While they relied on technology much as other nations
       did (to some degree) all missives meant for the shogun was
       brought to him the traditional way, on paper scrolls.
       Courier - "Forgive my intrusion, Sire, but this report has been
       sent to you from the Bureau of Foreign Affairs. Its a recount of
       Daimyo Koribati's battle with the Trekylonian rebels near
       Sigishina."
       Jirihito snatched away the scroll, then dismissively waved off
       the courier, who rather than seek a by-your-leave from the
       shogun, did as ordered and left the room in a hurry. Jirihito
       opened the scroll and read the report, feeling a measure of
       satisfaction. Two days before, a rebel squadron had conducted a
       pirate raid on shipping lines between Sigishina and Nayota, two
       heavily agricultural worlds on the outliers, which was their
       designation for the borderlands. Daimyo Koribati, who was a
       staunch ally of Jirihito's, pursued the rebel squad with a dozen
       cruisers and defeated them with the loss of only two cruisers to
       their 27 frigates. Jirihito tossed the scroll on a nearby table,
       then gestured for his attendants to bring a fresh set of robes.
       Fifteen minutes later, Jirihito was on his way to the Main
       Audience Room, where three daimyo stood uneasy. One of them he
       recognized as his second closest ally, Fujimori Osake. Osake and
       his companions, Takeda Matsu and Yunijiro Nokoshimi were
       middle-aged men with medals bedecking their samurai armor,
       streaks of grey in their beards and hair, and a somber look on
       their faces.
       Osake - "Sire, I bring grave news. It relates to the Houses of
       Moritani and Ishikawa."
       Jirihito - "What news? The surviving family members have
       submitted rather than continue their foolish House Heads'
       decision to oppose my plans. What could they be doing now?"
       Matsu - "There is a rumor which is being looked into that they
       may be seeking outside assistance in raising a revolt against
       you. Only one other House has sided with them as of now, but if
       they get outside help, they could attract more."
       Jirihito - "What House could be foolish enough to side with the
       renegades?"
       Nokoshimi - "House Taeda, Sire."
       Jirihito couldn't believe what he heard. House Taeda had been
       the strongest proponent for his elevation to the shogunate,
       aside from House Moritani. House Taeda's head, Tomojiri Taeda,
       did not speak against Jirihito during the discussions leading to
       the vote. Jirihito was heartbroken and angry at the same time.
       Osake - "There is more, Sire."
       cont'd >
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