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The Baron

The Baron


He looked across the void to judge the trajectory before launching himself out from the airlock. His aim was perfect, not that he had doubts it would be anything else. Doubt was not a concept the Baron was familiar with. While the scale on the helmet hud indicated the size of the alien vessel it was only as he drifted closer that the full magnitude of it registered. Refusing to be awed by such a thing he imagined the living vessel breaking wind. By the time he passed into the shadow of the alien ship he was laughing uncontrollably and holding his stomach, threatening his perfect transition.

Back on the bridge the sensor officer looked up from the display.
‘He’s aboard sir, now what?’
‘We have orders to wait’
‘Sir, the ship, it’s firing its engines. The Baron has not returned.’
‘Damn, I warned him, I bloody well warned him. Defence report!’
‘Our weapons won’t even scratch it.’
‘Stand down,’ and quietly to himself, ’I hope you know what you are doing.’


Later, looking years older though only a few hours had passed the captain sat back in his private quarters. A large bottle of expensive spirit stood unopened. The baron had promised to share it, convinced that a short dialogue with the alien vessel would be tantamount to his crowning glory. He laughed at the comment, clearly entertained by his own cleverness though he declined enlighten the captain. Baron, a title he still called himself by habit, as he had been titled prince for a few years. He would say that prince is good for the table but for skulduggery baron is much better suited.

He had served the baron for decades and knew well his reckless streak. He led a charmed life, favoured by the True One, some would say, including the baron himself, at least in public circles. In private his views on the True One and those that served was anything but reverent. Despite this seeming whimsy the baron was always pushing in a single direction – power. He recalled schooling the lad at a young age in politics. How the child had become quiet for the first time in lessons following the revelation that his father, the most powerful man on the planet was in fact just one of many governors and a governor of a world distant from the centre of the Empire and probably unknown to the vast morass of humanity. Within a day the baron had changed subtly. He remained seemingly carefree but underneath the first flames of ambition took hold. He would question at length the historical line of the Emperor, the alliances between the various noble houses and governors of the newly founded colonies beyond Earth. By the age of twenty he had spent a year at the Imperial palace though from all accounts he left disgraced. While the nature of the disgrace is unknown, it is in all likelihood that the rebellion of the Tate and Detinus along with disintegrating relations between outer worlds and those closest to Earth played a big part. From Earth he toured the other outer colonies where he spent a fortune of his father’s money though in truth all was investment for the future and the coming civil war.

It seemed like only a few days ago, though it was decades, at the other end of the galaxy. It was the closest he ever came to leaving the baron. The robed priests had just left having finalised a secret treaty to build a warfleet to challenge the Emperor.

‘But why Samuel, he’s a raving nutter?’
‘Sparta. It should have been mine. Jasil has awarded the contract to one of his mega-corps.’
‘If you side with Jasil, Samuel cannot possibly win and the Emperor will reward you.’
‘Really, and you was the one lecturing me on politics only a few years ago. No. I side with Jasil, Samuel and the other outer worlds are easily defeated, then despite the fact that they needed my ships to win the war, do you honestly think they will overlook that they were made illegally? I side with Jasil and I will have my shipyards torn down and ships confiscated. I am sure that they will flower it up. No need for a second shipyard, better that the ships were in the Imperial Service and we don’t want to risk and Tate. They may even save themselves compensation and simply arrest me.’
‘You risk the lives of millions for your own ambition.’
‘Yes, who more deserving?’



What the baron was not prepared for was the squandering of his superior ships ‘in the name of the True One.’ Trust in the True One but choose which battles to fight. He may not be on the side of the Imperials but it’s pretty certain that he also no time for idiots.

Still, the subsequent defeat and exodus brought the Baron a lengthy period of peace as his power put him equal to the titled High Lord Samuel in all but name.
With the discovery of a new route to the Empire, the smouldering coal of ambition once again began to flame and the Baron returned to active politics. His goals were simple, regain his ancestral home and tie his family to that of the Emperor.

Within a few short years he had achieved all this, claiming under his dominion not only his own ancestral worlds but those of the other nobles, dispossessed during the rebellion.

For all intentional purposes he should have been content in his twilight years. Born a glorified farmer on a backwater world, he had risen to become a prince and trusted advisor to Emperor Lysander. Why then did he infect his own body with nanites created by an alien species and what was his purpose for venturing aboard the sentient alien ship?

The captain’s thoughts returned to the present. What was the baron offering them and what did he want in return? The words ‘crowning glory’ returned to haunt him. He slowly leaned across the table, reaching for the bottle, though not to celebrate.

‘My baron, what have you done?’




 
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***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** To Ur Is Dewiek ***

Dewiek forces had a hefty smackdown against the mysterious living ships known as the T’Cath (TCA). Seven adult TCA 400 hull capital ships, each firing eight of their notorious plasma cannons, were killed by a DEN and DOM fleet of some 700 ships.

Of the minimal losses suffered by the DEN / DOM, one-eyed Magnus and Nevets Motnhap of the FEL were amongst the dead.

Inside this issue of the SSS: * Caribbean Congo Continues * Ur Witness Report * * Hive Briefing * &etc

 
***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** The Long Quiet Season ***

Listen…
There’s no sound of anger or of annoyance,
There’re neither cruisers racing on the jump lanes
Nor there jump lanes for them to race on,
There’re neither monks chanting on the battlegrounds
Nor bells calling us to the True One.
There’s neither the lightning cracking of the sky
Nor the persistent Naplians pattering on my roof.
There’s no Dewiek arm in arm to admire the magnificent view
There’re no war drums to feed Human ears
Nor Hive sirens to steal the boredom away
There’s no unfamiliar wing creeping underneath the Falconian sun
Nor floods to enshroud the Aquaphid grounds
The land lies lonely out here
On this lazy summer’s day
There’s no pollution to poison the airs of Inversion
Nor forests to give them life
All I hear is the hushing sound of the wind
Assisting the sand to fall into beautiful undulations.

Whilst we’ve been away: * Operation Giantslayer * Naplian Liberation * Back in the DTTR * &etc

 
***** 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

 

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