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Blog of the Week - The birth of an Elder

The birth of an Elder - Frang Kafga

Saznakan smashed his fist on the arm of his throne, denting the ancient alien Oak, whilst his scarred and cracked lips pulled back over his fangs.
“Why am I expected to even accept the existence of this half breed”, he spat. “The nation should eliminate any impurities in the blood line”, he tapped his claw and attempted to make eye contact with his advisers.

“Would the high lord Magnus himself not vomit if he knew of even the existence of such an abomination?”.

His council of war looked at each other and suddenly found the Kastorian engraved bone tankards they were drinking from fascinating.
The Dewiek elder’s eyes bulged and suddenly he smashed his ceremonial claw mace onto the table, splintering it. “Speak!” he bellowed.

Silence and fidgeting ensued. It was not wise to raise your head above the parapet when Saznakan the Elder was in such a mood. None of the council were cowards but neither were they stupid. The first to speak may well be the lightning conductor to channel their Lord’s rage.


“I will speak lord if this pleases you?”. A young cub, stepped forward from the edge of the hall where the other junior members of the pack stood. The old wolf instinctively stood and his hand gripped his ceramal dagger. This prompted the rest of the council to murmur amongst each other.
Saznakan’s eyes focused upon the cub and sniffed the air, he could smell fear but was not sure if it was his cowardly council or this impudent but brave or stupid newcomer. He tried to recollect his name or scent but struggled with either.

The cub stopped about six paces away (a distance recognised as far enough by the Dewiek not to launch a cowardly surprise attack) AKA good manners.

The elder waved his hand, a signal for him to speak.

“You Lord with the greatest of respect are old and more than ready to suckle from a teat in the sky”, the cub said with very little respect at all.
Two particularly large body guards appeared but Saznakan waved them off.

This was really quite intriguing, who on Viciifolia would dare speak to him like this? And then the stellar dropped……..”Ahhhhhhhhhh…I see, you must be the bastard abomination Frang Kafga?”. Saznakan began to chuckle, then giggle and eventually broke into a full wild guffaw.
The slightly bewildered throng in the hall decided it best to join in, except those responsible for security who were already trying to think of excuses or who to blame for this f*ck up.

Frang stood there with his paws behind his back, and head bowed forward, a complete pose of servitude.
“I see, you are here to do the right thing, you are here to die”. The Elder raised his mace and smashed it onto the half-breeds neck but was surprised to see it pass through it, causing him to lose balance and fall onto the stone floor.

The stained glass window above which depicted The Saga of the Wolf Mother smashed as a figure came crashing through it. The figure landed heavily on Saznakan, smashing one side of his rib cage. He then stood, projected a steely gaze to all around the room and then smashed the elders head in with his own claw mace.

Frang then threw the mace to the floor, stepped over the corpse, sat on the throne and said “Now, let’s talk politics”.


 
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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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