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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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Crowe Coups Self

The IMP Viceroy Tiberius Crowe has finally achieved something in his unremarkable tenure by relinquishing even the semblance of wearing big boy pants and instead, appointed Jack Jones as Patrol Commissioner, salty spokesperson and policy maker for the Empire. Crowe will now join CIA Director Laton in riding the special bus to work where the two of them will enjoy long pleasant afternoons sipping cups of tea. Actually, just tepid fruit-scented water as neither of them can be fully trusted with a hot kettle. Occasionally, they might be visited by equally dynamic war “veteran” Admiral Bridge to enjoy mimes presenting the latest comics from the Howl. Meanwhile, Jones is putting pressure on the FET and will soon no doubt find a pretext to deploy his vast mercenary forces against anyone else who is seen working too closely with his most hated of enemies, the HEX.


 
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Highlord Aadolf Loses Control As Dewiek Break Peace Treaty

Around one hundred DEN warships have launched an attack on a small GTT destroyer squadron of forty ships in the Daggern system. Two GTT ships were destroyed and another fifteen suffered noticeable damage. CEO Xavier Fox issued a restrained but angry statement demanding the DEN explain themselves. Highlord Aadolf’s buffoon-like response amounted to “Dewiek be Dewiek, let’s drink and forget about it.” Cold comfort for the dead crew onboard the GTT ships and their families. Especially, as seems likely at this time, the Empire will settle for some bloody money instead of retribution.


 
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The Worm Turns

The FET have reduced relations with the IMP to neutral. Sneezy boss Cu Chulainn took the bold step of putting 1 and 1 together by linking recent mercenary attacks in their systems with the IMP scouts seen loitering for some time and refusing to move. Even bolder, hints that they believe “a certain Imperial citizen” is responsible for Edward Lowe’s entire underhand operation were voiced loudly enough that the handsome but hard of hearing Tiberius Crowe had to take note. He was seen grappling in trademark fashion with his skin tight jacket, pulling it down over his partially concealed middle-aged girth, as he sat to issue a terse public statement. Exactly who this citizen may be was left unnamed and no news channel subject to Imperial laws would dare unmask the villain. Luckily dear readers, we are not subject to phony Imperial laws. It’s Jack Jones everybody. Jack Jones, butcher of Naplians and fancier of silver long johns.


 
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”Necessity hath no law”

Lord Cromwell of the DOM slapped a fleet of privateers, on charges of "knavery", "bad manners" and "poor sportsmanship." Such offences carry the death sentence in the Dominion, a nebulous territory neither part of the Empire nor apart from it. At least thirteen Armadillo class ships, typically sold by the DOM, were destroyed at a location Cromwell was unwilling to disclose publicly. Bloodthirsty Dewiek as well as "prince of peace" Yahn Wodenzoon were quick to congratulate the DOM for their merciless carnage. It seems the consensus in the galaxy’s ruling class is that not presenting valid identification is a crime worthy of the murder of dozens, perhaps hundreds, of unfortunate crewmen. This is all just another indicator that the political elite are far removed from the lives of ordinary people who are seen as little more than meat inventory. It is telling so-called “man of the people and the downtrodden” Wodenzoon so readily aligns himself with this grisly concord. Meanwhile, the archaic elocutionist Cromwell further establishes the recent trend of mild exertions of power by the cold-blooded DOM.


 
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Return of the Fox

The galaxy is still digesting news of the return of Xavier Fox to the boardroom of the GTT. The ailing corporation's share price began a sharp rally after a six month downward spiral under Ike Krieger, credited with being the worst CEO in the megacorporation's history. The only surviving board member from Fox's initial tenure as CEO, and perhaps across the entire GTT board, is Antt Tilton the Research Director. The reclusive Tilton is the brains behind the ascension of GTT technology, particularly in the field of antimatter weapons and super-heavy dreadnought size ships, Tilton offers a small measure of continuity during this tumultuous time. Mr. Fox has therefore resorted to a broad appeal for new blood to join the ailing firm. So far, the result has been a number of two-dimensional "Yes" persons being promoted to the C-suite. Still, key stakeholders were upbeat with one commenting, "Fox is the man to turn this bloody disaster around. He knows how to put a great team together and where to bury the bodies of the non-performers."


 
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