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The Council is Summoned

The Council is Summoned

In the city now known as Evacuation, many buildings could have been built in any corner of the Peripheries. Few details on the outside of those buildings would have been out of place in Yank or any number of starbases on a myriad of worlds.

But one in particular stands out. This is the building from where the desperate defence against the Flagritz was orchestrated. Further back in time, this is the building where Marshal Leonis declared himself to be the first Tyrant. Go back yet further and this is the building where once Matriarchs gave a thin veneer of civility and politics to an internecine cluster of wars between each matriarchal clan. Matriarchs could sit and debate in politeness while at the same time their armies were still continuing raids against each other’s fortresses.
This is not the time of any of these historic perspectives, yet the nature of the building is derived from each. Not a stone is wasted, yet every curve and corner speaks of power and strength. In addition to the shielding above the city, this building has its own shield generators, more powerful than many front line warships. It is rumoured that more than fifteen nuclear missiles penetrated the city shielding, yet were turned by the shields surrounding the building.


Over time, the building has had several names. Once it was the Matriarchal Palace. Then it became the Capitol. Now it is formally known as the Council of Prides – although many still refer to it as Capitol.

Inside the Great Hall has seen almost as many changes. In the Matriarchal times, each clan had a place of Honour determined by a complex order of precedence – part of the cost of advancement was to demolish the
Place of Honour of the clan which had been overtaken and to build a new one befitting your own clan in its stead. Each Place of Honour was richer and more opulent than the last. Leonis swept all this away and the Great Hall became a stronghold, barracks to the Tyrannic Guard.

Now the Great Hall is the chamber for the Council of Prides – but with none of the ostentation that the Matriarchs felt was needed. The only decoration comes from the banners bearing the sigil of each Pride. Other than this, the smooth walls are the purest white with the exception of two areas. One section near the back bears red walls. This is where the banners of the Prides-which-have-fallen hang. On the opposite side, the wall section is black. The banners there are torn and hung upside-down, to denote dishonour. These prides are also no more.

Most of the hall is an open floor, where PrideLeaders and PrideSeniors mingle freely. A small dais bears a simple stool – once used by Leonis. Sometimes, Mrrshan can be seen there when the council is not in session, musing on the future path of the Tyranny. Right now though the stool is empty, despite the presence of just about every feline who has the authority to be in the hall. Some figures display the telltale sparkles of holo projections, but most are present in person, as news of the reclamation of Skye and Winter has mingled with rumours that there was another announcement to come.

Quietly, Mrrshan emerges from an antechamber, flanked by his two Avatars. As he sits gently on the stool a hush descends upon the hall.

“This stool has three legs. So does the society which we have built for ourselves. As with the stool, a failure to have balance between the three legs leads to instability and the chance of failure of the whole.

“Unlike the stool, our society’s legs have names. Honour. Tradition. Necessity. If we neglect any of these three, we risk calamity. Sometimes it is necessary to forge new traditions when old ones become incompatible with reality. Sometimes it is necessary to apply the principles of Honour to a new situation, where none of our accepted definitions of Honour could be deemed applicable.

“The universe is not as simple as any would like. Thousands of felines have given their allegiance to other governments. Many more ply their trades without loyalty to any other government. In the same way we have non-felines working tirelessly amongst us, sharing our ideals and our vision of the future.



“Amongst the Prides-which-have-fallen are several proud names, where a Pride has been decimated beyond its ability to be a cohesive entity. Survivors petition for adoption into other prides and are thus scattered. The Pride’s holdings are allocated in consideration of the greatest needs of the Tyranny. To this date, such Prides have been considered dead from this point.

“Today in the Eyes of the Great Mother, I say we have arrived at such a time where necessity must be considered. For amongst us is an individual who has shown his worth, his loyalty and his Honour. Had this person been feline, he would long ago have stood amongst you as a PrideSenior in our long-standing tradition of choosing the most capable for a given role. But this person is not a feline and so I am not in a position to do so – if we stick blindly and rigidly to the premise that all positions of authority must be filled by one of our species. Furthermore, this person has not yet been granted entry to a Pride, yet has been given authorities of high standing in our Navy and holdings in many of our systems. It is not a complete co-incidence that many of these holdings belonged to a single Pride once – for as a collection they bring synergy to each other. Yet this Pride fell several seasons past.

“In order to hold true to the principles of Honour, it is time to return to the original essence of what a Pride is. A Pride is a grouping of capable individuals and material holdings which exist in a co-ordinated way to provide the maximum benefit to the Tyranny and to itself. Under this definition, I say that we should consider a fallen Pride to have returned.

“Enter this hall, Chamiah, most Honourable Human of the Tyranny. Take the Banner of Pride Karlosse from the place of the Fallen and present it here today to us all. Then take your place amongst my Council with the rank of PrideSenior with all the Honours and Duties which the rank entails.”




 
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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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