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Samuel - First Stellar Caliph

Samuel - First Stellar Caliph
His new robes are a mixture of styles, blending traditional Brotherhood habit and the flowing light garments rapidly becoming fashionable as the masses adapted to the sweeping changes heralded by the formation of the Caliphate. His hood remains up, concealing most of his face. Despite recent surgery, the habit of concealing his face following his torture and disfigurement is proving harder to fix.

If he is uncomfortable on his throne of pillows he does not show it. The large chamber is carefully designed so that his immediate area is kept relatively cool while only a few metres away the temperature is a slightly higher, sufficient to cause some degree of discomfort at least to non-military. His personal guards standing in the many alcoves around the hall in their full battle-armour have their own internal environment controls.

As the orator drones on, occasionally trying to blink sweat back from his eyes and various dignitaries await to be introduced, Samuel recalls a very different meeting not so long ago.


"How is he?"
"Strong."
"And his mind?"
Silence.
Samuel was blessed with vastly superior hearing, something that early training in the cavernous halls of the Brotherhood taught him never to reveal. It had stood him in good stead over the years. The stranger was talking to his warden. He may go by the title estate manager or some such but Samuel was in no doubt as to his role, ensuring that he had no contact with anybody not on the accepted viewing list. He knew he was supposed to be dead. He had seen the media reports released by the Inner Brotherhood fanatics of Glory a decade ago. They showed his lifeless body at rest. They had pumped him with so many drugs that he was in a deep coma, blue lips and a slow pulse so weak as to be virtually undetectable. Even now his mind rebelled from recalling the endless days of torture both psychological and physical. He forced himself to look down at his fingers, as always surprised to see perfectly manicured nails and not suppurating stumps.

They said that they tortured him for more than eight months and for three reasons. First and foremost as punishment for his rejection of the Inner Brotherhood and their interpretation of the True Ones will; second, to have him step down as High Lord, Prophet of the True One and ruler of the Stellar Empire and third, to recognise Mark Eaton as Pope and representative of the True One in the material universe. He believed it was simpler than that. They tortured him because they wanted to as even after he was officially dead and they no longer needed either his confession or agreement to anything, the torture continued. He knew that behind those placid masks and despite their protestations that they were unhappily carrying out a necessary duty in the name of the True One, they always seemed so eager to hear him scream. By the end of a session, they were never disappointed. The nature of fanaticism is that it often justifies and even rationalises succumbing to base desires. He remembered the bloody fights on Sparta and how in revenge for stories heard third hand, his forces hacked down surrendering imperial troops and attacked convoys escorting civilians fleeing from the city. Did he court marshal them for war crimes? No, he promoted them. Viciousness, selfishness and self-righteousness, in essence the monsters of the id win wars.

Does he hate the Inner Brotherhood? It is a question he has asked himself time and time again. They raised him, taught him and made him the man his was. He admires them certainly and in his bleak moments wishes to rake out and murder every last one of them; from the highest cardinal, now posing as minor official in civilian government to the acolytes once dreaming of executing heretics and now working as lowly farmer hands. At others he simply doesnt care, individually even the worst have accounted for the deaths of dozens, maybe even hundreds. His rebellions cost the lives of millions no matter how justified it was AND IT WAS. He sighs. He understands fanaticism all too well even now after they have taken everything from him.

"High Lord?" the inflection at the end of lord catches his attention. How long had they been standing there? The one that had spoken had the air of somebody repeating himself. He looks up at the man, meets his gaze and holds it without blinking until the other sought to disengage with a bow. Clearly this was a man used to dealing with power, knowing the cusp between asserting it and arrogance.

"Mr Tweedale, could you be so kind as to call for tea, it seems I have an unexpected guest," he found himself saying. Today looked like it was going to be a rational day. He gestured to one of the settees by the window, watching the back of the stranger as he moved towards it before standing and joining him. The estate manager, his warden paused for a moment before retiring to seek the refreshments though Samuel was in no doubt that he was being left alone with this newcomer.

"A thousand apologies sire, it was rude of me intrude upon you uninvited but it is a matter of some urgency that only you can resolve." After saying this, the man sank back into the settee, relaxing and running his hand down his shining black beard. The gesture, like the oiled beard was an affectation belonging to a different era if Samuel was not mistaken. Here was a self-styled enigma. The statement, as intended was sufficiently phrased to both capture his interest while still avoiding the question of the strangers identity. Clearly this would only be revealed if Samuel's response was to his liking. He expected that if this scenario played out otherwise, the stranger would depart and the meeting would never have happened. He wondered how many similar meeting had occurred only to be obliterated in a nightly regimen of drugs ostensibly to hold back the nocturnal demons.



The seconds ticked away as Samuel digested the statement while viewing the grounds and the stranger surreptitiously watched him. Eventually he nodded, indicating the spring growth.

"It was a hard winter on this continent. We lost most of the northern wood. Those trees have stood since the early days of settling. They were originally from Earth. Everything has its season. Those that pulled through are even now putting out more shoots than I have seen in two decades. Sometimes a cruel frost is needed."

"I did not know that though I take your meaning. Yes indeed, the matter is one that should it come to pass will indeed be compared to a cruel frost by some. Afterwards I foresee green shoots of recovery and then, the True One willing it will flourish as never before. We are of course referring to the fate of the Confederacy."

"Has Spacewall sent you?" He already guessed the answer.

The tea was cold and untouched and the light failing before the stranger departed many hours later.

No drugs were administered that night or any night since. The demons were once again caged as Samuel dreamed of a new empire, not an empire, a caliphate, the True One willing.






 
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***** 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

 
***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** Imperials Declare War Against Flagritz ***

A declaration of war came last week after an unsatisfactory reply to Imperial ultimatums that the FLZ accept resolution of the previous war. J. Jones issued the following proclamation, "We hope this reminder will prompt them to rethink the status they removed them selves from and come back to more peaceful co-existence.” Doublegood, Viceroy, doublegood!

More on this story inside this issue of the SSS along with: * Species Guide * FEL Barter With GIants * High Times &etc

 
***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** Orion Spur Special Edition ***

Explorers of the galaxy rejoiced as knowledge of a new periphery became common knowledge, revealing charts to forty star systems. The Orion Spur is connected to the massive Coreward Arm with rumours that the locals of the Monument system at the heart of this new periphery may have been responsible for the collapse of the HarCorp civilisation.

We have in-depth analysis and information about the new periphery inside this special issue of the SSS.

Also inside this issue of the SSS: * Naplian Liberation Front Reality Show * FLZ v FEL * Mercs in Graydown * DOM Scare Stories * &etc

 
***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** Hoedown in Graydown ***

Wimbles in the Graydown system have come under repeated attacks by mercenaries. The Wimbles having already lost two outposts have had their ships come under attack by boarders. The Wimbles are pointing a hairy finger at the GTT whilst the DEN are itching to get their paws in.

Pleasantly rotund Wolf Lord Lyceum reported the destruction of one mercenary ship, a Corsair class explorer called "Eye of the Chosen" which had earlier dropped off ground forces flying the banner of "God Hates Wimbles.” Which God and why he or she hates Wimbles has yet to be revealed. We suspect its corporation-loving Mammon.

Inside this issue of the SSS: * Sargasso Update * Wakerians * Naplian Liberation Front * &etc

 
***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** Breaking News: Caliph Samuel Assassinated ***

The nominal head of the Caliphate, Samuel has been murdered in broad daylight at the starbase CAL Sidon in the Fortress system. The allegedly mad zealot was on his way to meet representatives of various civilian factions when a shadowy figure *cough*CIA agent*cough* shot him dead.

The CIA issued the following statement to the SSS with a customary nudge and a wink: "In these difficult times, as we come to terms with the loss of Samuel, we are taking things one day at a time.

"Samuel was not only our Caliph, but our leader during the Second Civil War which laid the foundations for the Confederacy after he left the Human Empire and settled in the Darkfold. It is truly a sad day and one that will be marked in history as one of many great leaders who were cut down in their prime.

"We will strive now to look to the future, whilst remembering our past”

Speculation is rife that this is the first step towards a unification of the two-halves of the Stellar Empire. Others are more hopeful this is a return to the Confederacy or the mark of greater separation with the Imperial bloc. Time will tell what nebulous motives the shadowy puppet-master Laton turned out to have had and which alien faction will be blamed for the Caliph’s murder.

Inside this issue of the SSS: * HEX / FET Invade Sargasso * Magnus v Nevets Fight! * Dewiek Black Hole Disaster * FLZ Correction * &etc

 
***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** STOP PRESS: Felini Victory ***

In an unexpected development, the FEL have scored a decisive victory against the FLZ. Destroying or maiming some 20 Flagritz Baseships in the Onwards system.

What is more remarkable than the victory was there was no subsequent comment by Crazy Uncle Flagritz. We might need to have a lie down now.

Inside this issue of the SSS: * DEN and FEL * Valhalla Fighting Pits * RIP smacked * &etc


 
***** Christmas Special Edition *****

*** Ho Ho Ho ***

Welcome to the SSS Christmas Special Edition! We the Editors have put together a nostalgic pudding treat intended to delight and tickle even the scroogiest megacorp executive. So gather your cubs, squidlets and larvae for some silliness and song. Time to catch up with some classics from years gone by, raise your glasses and drink your gluttony and shame away!

Wishing you all a merry Christmas free from Krampus Jones's invading armies!

The Editors


 
***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** Claws Out in Valhalla ***

In a bold rebuke of Crazy Uncle Flagritz’s attacks in the Avalon system, the cunning Felini Nevets ordered a hit on a FLZ outpost in the Valhalla system. Claiming miscommunication with his warships, the mischevious Avatar cocked a snook at the washed-out Dewiek warrior in charge of the system whilst claiming an important victory in the often one-sided conflict against the FLZ.

This isn’t the first time the foxy Feline has masked daring-do in the shroud of incompetence. It remains to be seen whether this turns out as disastrously as the time when the FEL had to pay the costs of a war started by Prince-turned-meklan LiQuan.

Meower-in-chief Chamiah apologised for the incident in a public address laced with snickering subtext and unconcealed laughter when she got to the bit about the unfortunate loss of “5 FLZ Warships in Onwards.”

A second incident in Valhalla was reported the next day with mardy Magnus complaining he wasn’t getting his claws in on the action. Could this be the pithy ploy that puts the cat on the mat?

Inside this issue of the SSS: * Merc-y Wimbles * Valhalla Fighting Pits Get Weird * Profile of Lyceum Amaguk * &etc


 
***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** Nun on the Run ***

Alleged cosplayer Carmilla D’Morenta got the vicars in the Brotherhood all hot and bothered when she made a run for it. Possibly tired of being tied up by the reverends and denied the love that dare not howl its name. With a sizeable, almost unbelievable, bounty on her head, the barking sister took refuge with the Dewiek Elder Nation.

In possibly the shortest chase in history, the BHD managed to strike a blow for oppressed collars everywhere when they squared off with the naughty doggy-wannabe at the Valhalla stargate. The cheeky chaplains blew their hyperdrive at close range and both the BHD and DEN flagged ships were reported to be lost in space.

Inside this issue of the SSS: * DEN Ban BHD * Ulian * FLZ in Avalon * Valhalla Fighting Pits * Interview with Carmilla * And more


 

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