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Dawn of a New Era

Lord Yaziid Tamir stared out into the cold, black sea, devoid of all light bar a pair of small buoys that marked the entrance to the harbour. He slowly spread his wings and stretched them to their furthest extent, allowing the wind to flow between his silver feathers. He audibly groaned as he held his wings fully stretched, and the feeling reminded him how old he felt. It didn't help that the wind was bitterly cold and chilled his entire body.

The air was colder here than the mild, coastal thermals of Shiloh that he was used to, and certainly much colder than the Allsky of his home world, though these days he struggled to recall his memories of Falconia. He knew this was due to the years spent away from the place and not his age - his body may be old, but his mind was still sharp.

And it was this sharp mind he now turned to an issue that had puzzled him since he and his Clan had left Shiloh; as he stepped onto the ship that would propel Clan Dragon into a new era, he felt a noticeable pang of sadness, as if he would miss the small, watery rock. But why, he thought to himself? Yes, he had spent nearly half of his life living there, but why should he have any sentimental feelings toward it? It was a grubby little place, deep inside the ugly melting pot that was Yank, and he and his Clan had picked it dry of any morsel of substance.



It was a puzzling issue, but not one that would trouble him, however. Instead, he turned his mind to the future of Clan Dragon, and the reason he had brought them to the even uglier and seedier place that was Agripeta. No longer would they be imprisoned by the bonds of an atmosphere, destined to scavenge morsels from weaker sentients. No longer would they accept being the outcasts of Falconian society. Clan Dragon would break its bonds and take its proper place. It would show the galaxy that not all Falconians would be weak and kneel as vassals to Dewiek oppressors, and most importantly, it would atone for the shameful betrayal of the honourable Felini by the so called 'Republic'.

But before any of this could happen, Clan Dragon needed the means to break its bonds, and it needed a new home. This forsaken place was most certainly not it, nor could it be found anywhere else in Halo. They would need to spread their wings further afield in order to find the location that the Clan would call home.

Yaziid came out of the stretch, lowering his wings slightly and shaking them out before folding them and returning them to his sides. As he did so, he heard a scrape of talons behind him and turned to see a Falconian, much younger than he, approach. Even in the darkness devoid of even moonlight, Yaziid could clearly make out the deep green plumage flecked with golden streaks and glint of the traditional Clan battle armour, and recognised the younger Falconian immediately.



'Khabul, you made it!'
'My Lord' Khabul replied, with a short bow. Yaziid was irritated by the overly formal gesture, but ignored it for now.
'You bring news?'
'All transactions are complete - the ship is ours, my Lord.'
'Excellent. Come.' Yaziid said as he gestured with a nod of his head for Khabul to follow him as he began to walk toward the sea. As Khabul came alongside him, Yaziid continued.
'These last few nights, I have deliberated long and hard over who shall command this ship, hopefully the first of many. We have many suitable for the task and the decision was not an easy one...' He paused to turn to face Khabul.
'...I have decided that you shall command this vessel - you will be the first of Clan Dragon to break our bonds and soar in the vast, black Allsky.'
It seemed to take a moment for the young Falconian to register what had just been said, but when he did he immediately bowed again, much more elaborately than before.
'My Lord, I am honoured.' The irritation was too much for Yaziid this time.
'Stand up Khabul' he chided 'There is no need for that - you are my son, not my servant.'
Khabul rose and, for the first time since he had approached, made eye contact with Yaziid.
'Sorry...Father'
'Come my son, let us soar together, we have much to discuss...'




 
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***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** Falconians Saved ***

The Imperials have cunningly saved the Falconian Republic from being consumed by the Dewiek Elder Nation and at no small cost to the DEN either. Whilst the new pro tem Consul crowed about the “victory”, all former FCN systems besides Acropolis have been taken over by the two warring Empires - Human and Flagritz.

Was it all worth it? For the IMP / GTT it clearly was, for the movement of a few hundred thousand troops is surely nothing to the cost they endured trying to and failing to knock the DEN out of Solo after the fact. The FCN now plucked off most of their navy and wider assets are a tiny nothing of their former self. The DEN may have resorted to some dirty namecalling but can the costs endured to save an enfeebled FCN have really been worth it? Time will tell.

Inside this issue of the SSS: * INDignation * FELicitous Caribbean * Nah Plan for Naplia * Mercs Trouble DEN * &etc

 
***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** Acropolis Now ***

The IMP and GTT have brought peace and stability to Acropolis.

 
***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** Goodbye Falconians ***

The galaxy bid farewell to the Falconian Republic as the Human Empire subsumed them into their expanding territories. This marks the second death of an alien civilisation at the hands of the IMP / GTT in recent years. Like the extinguishing of the nearby Ulians, no voices of opposition could be heard from other quarters. This marks a long-period of appeasement by the Detinus Republic and Dewiek Elder Nation.

Inside this issue of the SSS: * DOMination * &etc

 
***** Inter Galactic News *****



 
***** Inter Galactic News THE MUSICAL *****

*** Norozov, No More ***

Kantner: No more do I see the starlight caress your cyclops eye
No more feel the tender kisses we used to share
I close my fists and clearly my heart remembers
A thousand goodbyes could never put out the embers

Chulainn: Oh the power is mine now!

Kantner: Norozov, I love you so, and my heart forever
Will belong to the memory of the love that we knew before
Please, come back to my arms; we belong together
Come to me; let's be sweethearts again and then let us part no more

Chulainn: Oh all the Stellars mine now!

Sylvansight: I will have his eye!

Kantner: No more do I feel the touch of your hand on mine
No more see the love-light making your dark eyes shine
Oh, how I wish I never had caused you sorrow
But don't ever say for us there is no tomorrow

Chulainn: Oh all the ladies mine now!

Sylvansight: I will have his eye!

Chorus: The power is in the eye!

Kantner: Norozov, I love you so, and my heart forever
Will belong to the memory of the love that we knew before
Please, come back to my arms; we belong together
Come to me; let's be sweethearts again and then let us part no more

Sylvansight: I will have his eye!

Chulainn: Oh the power is mine now!

Chorus: The power is in the eye!

Kantner: Norozov, I love you so, and my heart forever
Will belong to the memory of the love that we knew before.

Lanner: So, old cyclops has finally met his comeuppance
Maybe its time for a comeback

Chorus: No, no one wants you back!

Lanner: I always did like that chair of his…

Chorus: The power is in the eye!
The power is in the eye!
The power is in the eye!

Continued in this special edition of the SSS...

 
***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** ALIEN CRIMINALS BROUGHT TO JUSTICE ***

FILTHY AND DISHONOURABLE Dewiek mercenaries have dared to attack HONEST AND HARDWORKING GTT warships in the Coptuv system.

THEY HAVE BEEN BROUGHT TO JUSTICE. LONG LIVE THE EMPEROR!

The Dewiek commander’s lengthy response was appreciated by xenophile and philanthropist HQ Manager Tom Krieger but this does not change the facts.

FURTHER JUSTICE IS EXPECTED AT THE EMPEROR’S PLEASURE. LONG LIVE THE EMPEROR!

Inside this issue of the SSS: * SEDITIOUS FET CHARGED * LIES OF THE FAILED REBELLION * TERRORIST PLOTS FOILED * ENEMY OF THE PEOPLE CRITICISED * &etc

 
***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** Voice of the Naplian Liberation Front ***

We are the Naplian Liberation Front. We have commandeered this station to bring you important and vital deprogramming. You are a slave of the Galactic Trouser and Tussles Imperium of Unspecified Services! We have witnessed the press ganged upon by Imperial thugs. Rounding up reporters by the thousands and throwing them in weasel dens. Mocking the Great Uncle of the Flagritz. Manufacturing consent out of a lust for imports of wheat cereals! We poor Naplians(*) are given no training and substandard equipment when preparing your nutritious breakfasts. We are sent forward by the Imperial snack commissioners with threats of triple-filing tax returns on unreasonable deadlines! Death would be preferable. We are allegedly paid a wage but have you ever tried to buy anything with just $1? Strangely none of those politicals earning $10,000 or more a week seem to care about our plight. Not to mention that the Imperials throw perfectly good meat into the grinder instead of slow cooking it in black bean sauce. They have no respect for a classic burrito! We are left grieving for young families who have never tasted quality ranch sauce. You don’t need to be a dead Naplian to know the value of a good guacamole.

* No actual Naplians included.

Inside this issue of the SSS: * GTT vs USN * GTT vs NLF * GTT vs IND * GTT vs KAS * GTT vs FET * GTT vs SSS * &etc

 
***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** Stellar Empire On Warpath ***

The newly re-united Stellar Empire continued to wage war against the Flagritz Empire to bring about galactic peace and freedom for all. The latest system to fall to the inevitable tide of history was Morroglyph in the Coreward Arm. Dewiek intransigence reached fever pitch as the FLZ facilities changed to DEN paws and subsequently became targets of Imperial truth and justice. Despite putting themselves between the past and the future, the DEN seemed to lack much will for an actual fight with Dewiek military commanders adopting “meh” as their watchword.

Inside this issue of the SSS: * GTT smacks NLF * DEN whack MRC * Slaves Liberated * FLZ Retreat * ARC in Orion Spur * &etc

 
***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** Stellar Empire Re-United ***

Celebrations were held across the vast territories of the Stellar Empire as the two-halves represented by the governments of the Imperials and Caliphate determined to unite. This followed almost inevitably from the assassination of the Caliph, a crime that has gone mysteriously unresolved. The old Caliphate ministers were ‘retired’ and at first it seemed the Imperials had managed what had alluded them for decades.

However, just as orders to claim systems for the IMP went in some places, conflicting orders to claim for the CIA came from Laton. In other systems, it seems overwhelming civilian support lies with the defunct CAL government and there are a number of CIV and CAL bases that seem to have not heeded the CIA nor IMP orders. With all the Caliphate's armaments now in the CIA’s hand and no political leadership in the old government, it seems inevitable that the civilians will be dragged kicking and screaming into the future.

A muted and cautious response from the rest of the galaxy was only to be expected given the formation of a new unrivalled superpower. The chilling effect on public discourse as the Imperial war machine taps into the substantial, if stunted, economies of the former Caliphate will surely be felt for years to come. Does this mark the 'end of history' as we know it?

More on this story inside this issue of the SSS along with: * KAS v IMP/GTT v FLZ * DEN v MRC * FOCed by IMP * BHD v DEN * &etc

 

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