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Galaxiki Community BlogSubscribe via RSS El PresidenteAugust 17, 2008by danansan The Dark House was an impressive building. Faced with black stone, and covered in gargoyles and ominous looking spikes, it looked more like a Gothic Cathedral than the residence of the President of the Confederation. But if you looked closely, there were clues. The AA guns discreetly hidden behind gargoyles were one, and the logo of a weapons manufacturer could be seen on some of the ominous spikes. Also, around the left of the building, some of the stone facing had come off, and you could just see the Tritanium that the building was actually made of through the gap. There were other things that you couldn't see from a distance as well - the layers of Admantium and Alliance Steel that made up the inner layers of the building, the two thousand elite troops that filled the building, the missile jamming field around the building, and, last but not least, the massive nuclear bunker under the house. It was from here that President Munri co-ordinated the battle that was going on up in the city. Things were going well, relatively speaking. Military units hadn't been that common on Karasonte, and many of the ones that had been on the planet had declared for the President. What ones that were left had been outgunned by a mix of their former fellows and the Herreni and Bixian Senatorial guards. The Zionite guards had been wiped out before they had got a chance to take sides. Munri had thought that there was too big a risk of them joining their errant General. The Zionite Senators had been taken into custody, but they were proving resistant to interrogation. They were not the only ones being held, the Mananian, Awanaese and Gan Gung Senators had also been taken into custody, 'for their own safety'. Munri would have taken the Reeal Senators in too, but he couldn't get to them. It was probably best to let them fight it out for the moment. Only the Itnhaelan Senators had been allowed to leave, with their troops, as Munri saw little threat in them. President Munri looked down at the diagram of the city that was on the screen in front of him. It showed the forces of each side - Loyalists in green, Militaries in red, and neutrals in blue. Only a few areas of the city were still under Military control. He smiled. The Army had attempted to pull several thousand men off the planet, but the transports had been shot down in a heated battle over the Emperor Spaceport, their escort having been forced to withdraw. Perimeters had been set up around Neutral forces, as well as the Reeal Senate offices, in which the Reeal were fighting each other. Munri reached down and tapped the screen three times, at different places. Up above the bunker, another missile dropped it's disguise as a spike, and went flying across the city, eventually detonating in an Army strong point. Munri gave a satisfied grunt as the concentrated area of red dots disappeared, and green dots swarmed through the area where they had once been. Another small victory. Beside him, a phone rang. Munri picked it up. After a brief conversation, he put it down again. The Militaries attack on the Presidential Offices had been beaten back, and Basg'Ruth was being transported to the Dark House for questioning. Munri thought for a moment, then picked a phone up again. He dialled the number of a tavern in the city. Once he was through, he talked for a short while to the owner of the pub, a friend from the old days. In the city, Military forces found themselves under attack from another group. Seemingly random civilians drew weapons and attacked them, before disappearing up alleys. As these attacks began to take their toll, the order was given to kill any civilian out on the streets. This was not a wise move, as several innocent passerbys were killed. This led to outrage among the civilian population, and several riots took place in Military controlled sectors. The massacre that took place as a result of this led to more outrage, and more riots. The Military were eventually forced to withdraw from the city, out into the farmland surroundings. As the last of the red dots left the city, Munri chuckled. His gambit had worked. He picked up one of his phones, and made a call to the commander of the Karasonte air defence, who had mercifully remained Loyal. In a few minutes time, squadrons of fighters and bombers flew out over the city surroundings, dropping fire from the skies on the Military forces. Munri sent a few of his Dark House missiles out as well, for good measure. After a few flybys, Munri's phones began to ring, bringing reports of the Military forces surrendering. Munri moved away, letting subordinates deal with it. He made his way into a lift, which took him back up into the Dark House. There, he headed for the Presidential rooms, where he went over some paper work for a while, then went to get some sleep. Getting in the double bed, he felt the familiar presence of his wife, already asleep. He would have to send her and the children away, as soon as the spaceways were free. So far there had been very little fighting up there, but the Military had the upper hand, for now at least. He would have to concentrate his efforts on those later. But he was tired. He'd get some sleep first. Bookmark This 
permalink | 0 comments Reeal SenatorsAugust 17, 2008by thegreatpl Greeow looked over the desk he was hiding behind, and then ducked again as a burst of laser fire shot over the desk. Greeow gritted his teeth. If they thought they would lie down easily, then they had another thing coming. Greeow picked up his rifle and returned fire. He then ducked again. Those traitors to the Confederation would die. Beside him, Preeow picked up the anti-tank rocket, aimed and fired. The rocket screamed forward and detonated amongst the traitors. The blast decimated and gutted the other end of the office. Greeow and his squad leapt up and began to charge toward the opposite end of the room. They then proceeded onwards. Behind them, they left the broken remains of a major structural support. * * * Leeero looked left. He then waved his senatorial troops forward. They advanced down the corridor cautiously. They were halfway down when another squad came out of a side corridor. “Halt, for or against the Confederation” demanded Leeero. “Erm, I think we are for” replied the officer. Behind Leeero someone asked “Which are we?” “We are for aren’t we?” asked another. “No, no, we are against” said yet another. “We are whatever senator Jreeowin is for anyway” said yet another. “Senator Jreeowin? We support Senator Hreeow” said someone from the other squad. Both squads stared at each other for a few more seconds. Then theuy both simultaneously decided that whatever they supported, the other senator didn’t, and so those in front of them were the enemy. Five minutes later a Clerk walked down the corridor carrying some paperwork. He stepped over the remains of both squads, who had both retreated. The Clerk went on, he knew his duty was to get all the paperwork out he could before both sides destroyed the building. Bookmark This
permalink | 0 comments Tancerdi the ProphetAugust 17, 2008by wert The sun rose over the gothic marble towers of Novargrod palace as a new day dawned. Tancerdi sat on the huge basalt throne in the palace's main hall guarded by the best of the best. His personal guard stood either side of the throne their bodies totally covered by long flowing black robes and battle-armour. Tancerdi looked up puzzled as a man was hauled before him by the guards. The man was chained and his eleaborate clothes were torn. Tancerdi looked down contemptuously at the messanger as the guard knocked the bedraggled man to his knees with a hefty blow. The messanger looked up terrified at Tancerdi tears rolling from his eyes. Tancerdi began to speak his voice boomingly loud, enhanced by numerous cyberenhancements. "I know why your here boy" said Tancerdi "You are here to ask me to resign" Tancerdi smiled. "You probably know the ansewer to that already" he said. "I'm not going to, and to risk sounding like a tyrant, I'm going to stay and become president for life". "Ans as I'm not a tyrant" continued Tancerdi looking down at the boys face, "I won't kill you. Go back to Munri and tell him. His time has come. He and all will be jusdged by me. As was fortold in ther stars by the Prophet Sailiah before the mount". Munri will be judged as you have been, and tell him boy, I will not be so merciful to a sinner like him!" Tancerdi had been almost scraeming but now his voice returned to normal as he woke as if form a dream of rage. The boy was hauled away and Tancerdi settled back down on his throne silently. He closed his eyes and dreamed of things to come. Bookmark This
permalink | 0 comments The New Age of Piracy, part oneAugust 16, 2008by danansan Yutza Zekan observed the small hunched up figure with interest. It was a Vike, a species that Yutza didn't like much. Normally, he wouldn't let one into his palace, but these were exceptional circumstances. The commander of the large pirate fleet that had docked at the outside of his system had sent this one as an emissary. Yutza had been a pirate himself, back in the old days, and he could guess at what this pirate leader would want. He'd want the system, something Yutza wasn't prepared to give. The only reason he was talking to this emissary was to buy his fleet time to prepare to attack the pirates. The longer he could drag this out for, the better. He glanced back down at the monitor that showed what was going on in the waiting room. The Vike was getting impatient. Yutza pressed a button on his desk, and the door to his office swung open, emitting billows of smoke as they did. Yutza knew the part that show would play in these negotiations. As she hobbled in, Lezita Von Reedo barley noticed the look on Yutza's face. She had seen that look all to many times for it to make much of an impact. That look of pity, mixed with a faint disgust. She laboriously walked towards a chair on the opposite side of the table to Yutza. There, leaning on the table with one hand, she pulled he chair out, and slowly sat down. She was playing up her disability, as she usually did at this sort of meeting. She found that it distracted the opposition. She didn't pull the chair back in: she wanted Yutza to be able to see her legs. As a final touch, she leaned her hardwood walking stick on the table, making sure that Yutza could see her doing it. Yutza tore his gaze away from the twisted legs of the Vike, and began proceedings. "Hello miss," he said, "I am Yutza Zekan, the ruler of this system. Firstly, what's your name?" "I am Lezita Von Reedo," replied the Vike, "Acting on behalf of Turen Wutta, the commander of the ships that are currently parked in your metaphorical back yard." "Can I get you a drink, miss Von Reedo?" asked Yutza, rising from his elaborate throne. "No thank you, mister Zekan." "Please," said Yutza congenially, as he poured himself a glass of Kafika, "Call me Yutza." "I'd rather not," said Lezita simply, "Is that Sejooksons Kafika you're drinking, mister Zekan," she added, changing the subject. "Yes," snapped Yutza. He wasn't used to people disobeying him. "I thought it was," continued Lezita lightly, apparently unaware of Yutza's annoyance, "One of my cousins owns the brewery." "Really," said Yutza through gritted teeth, "How fascinating." "Yes it is. But now," declared Lezita, suddenly serious, "To business." Lezita watched Yutza's face carefully as she outlined the proposals. She had succeeded in annoying him, which was good. An annoyed mind wasn't a focused mind. And he was staring openly at her mangled legs now, showing that they were also distracting him. "Absolutely not," said Yutza dismissively when she had finished, "Give me one good reason why I should give up my system to your master." "Perhaps," said Lezita levelly, "you misunderstood me. I don't want you to give your system to my 'master', I want you to give it to me." "You?" Yutza laughed, "You couldn't rule a pirate haven. You're a cripple, for the gods sake." "I may be a cripple," retorted Lezita, "But at least I have a brain." "Well it's irrelevant. I will not be giving my system up to you." "Well then," sighed the Vike, "I guess I'll have to kill you then." Yutza laughed again, "And just how are you going to do that, little Vike? You were searched at the door. You don't have any guns." "Everyone," stated Lezita, "Is so obsessed with guns." And with that, she picked up her walking stick, jumped forward with surprising speed and agility, and smashed Yutza on the side of the head. The Hardwood stick sent him sprawling, stunned. Lezita went to the floor too. With her stick hitting Yutza, she had had nothing to help her legs keep their balance. Pulling herself up, she went round the table as fast as she could. When she reached the place where Yutza was sprawled, she leaned on the table with one hand, and raised the stick above her head with the other. "Cripples have feelings too," she said brightly, then brought the stick down on his head with all her strength. When Yutza's guards finally arrived, they found Lezita sitting on the table, wiping Yutza's brains from the end of her stick with a part of his clothes. "You're a bit late," she said to them severely, "Zekan is dead already." "You killed him," said their captain in a shocked voice, "You killed Yutza!" "Yes, well done for working that out," replied Lezita sarcastically, "Top marks for observation." "You killed uncle Yutza!" cried the captain, fumbling for his gun, "I'll kill you!" "Please Sergeant," Lezita addressed to the guard behind the captain (who was still trying to pull out his gun), "help this man deal with his grief." The sergeant hesitated for a moment, then pulled out his own gun and smoothly shot the captain in the head. "Well handled," said Lezita, "Now, I have to leave the planet for a few hours. While I'm gone, here's a list of people I want dead by the time I get back," she handed a small piece of paper to the sergeant, "you, my fine sergeant, will be in charge of this," she turned and began to walk out of the room, plucking a gun from one of the guards as she went, "Don't let me down, Captain." The Sergeant smiled as Lezita left. He had noticed the change from sergeant to captain. As her shuttle took off from the surface, Lezita prepared herself to meet her master. Bookmark This
permalink | 0 comments And to peace pt2August 16, 2008by thegreatpl Serwen came out of the conference room in which he had talked to his old mentor Narrsan Ferer. He had been discussing the war, and suggesting what they should do next. He had finally convinced the president to negotiate for peace. In fact, he believed it would assist in the Ale-Turan Diplomatic policy of making other cultures more like themselves. He had finally convinced him that the best road to that would be to set up a trade agreement with the Ale-Turans, and let companies from both sides in to the other territory. He felt confident that the loss of life in this war would not continue, and from what he had learned from talking to all those POWs had changed his understanding of the enemy. They were not all that different. They were more warlike, yes, and arranged in clans. But they did have a large economy that had hundreds of companies, the biggest of which was Yepto. Serwen firmly believed that they could be brought around to become a more capitalist culture given the chance, and once they had done that, the Children would be easier to convert. And then, the rest of the galaxiki. Bookmark This
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