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Background: Empires in Focus
  • Background: Empires in Focus


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    One thousand years ago, the Fevarian people became a spacefaring society. Brave explorers departed the planet Aix and started to explore the star system around them. One of these adventurers discovered a dormant gateway at the edge of the system, constructed and left behind by an advanced and now-extinct precursor society millions of years ago.

    After an incalculable effort, Fevarian scientists activated the gate. What they discovered would change the course of history forever. The long-dead precursors had constructed a network of Gateways, interconnecting the galaxy to such a degree where vast interstellar distances could be crossed in mere days or weeks.

    The Fevarian people seized the opportunity laid out before them and began to explore the Hyperspace network. Science ships dispatched to explore the galaxy discovered dozens of alien civilizations, none of whom had been able to unlock the mysteries of Hyperspace. Enjoying an immense technological advantage, the Fevarian nation embarked on a series of conquests, using the Gateway Network to travel the cosmos at speeds previously unheard of.

    This conquest came to its zenith at the Battle of Blorg, where Fevarian soldiers entered the Blorg capital and proclaimed the HOLY FEVARIAN EMPIRE.

    After that, the Holy Fevarian Empire embarked on a thousand-year conquest of the galaxy. Alien civilizations were subjugated one by one. The Galactic Emperor established a feudal society: each alien civilization conquered by the Empire was granted limited self-rule, provided their leader swore an oath of vassalage and obedience to the Galactic Emperor.

    Over ninety-five percent of the galaxy is now under the rule of the Galactic Emperor himself or one of his thirty vassals. Only a few small pockets of “uncivilized space” remain. Aside from occasional battles against spaceborne monsters, deep-space leviathans, pirate fleets, and the occasional uprising or revolt, large-scale warfare is now a thing of the distant past.





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    The State of Alaria was created as the result of the Imperial Uplift Program, a mission to uplift primitives sanctioned by the Galactic Emperor. Over the course of about thirty-five years, the Humanoid Alari people were advanced from the stone age all the way into a spacefaring species.

    Naturally, Imperial scientists attempted to indoctrinate the Alari into following the same ethics and civics as the HOLY FEVARIAN EMPIRE, but this effort failed for reasons unknown. The naturally argumentative Alarians developed an affinity for democratic forms of government, chafing under the rule of despots and strongmen. Fortunately, Alaria’s distant location in the Galactic Rim prevents the small vassal state from being anything more than a mild annoyance to the Empire.

    Now in the modern times, Alaria is a fully-fledged member-state of the HOLY FEVARIAN EMPIRE, and the Galactic Emperor often commissions warships from the grand shipyards at Alar Station.

    The central hero of our story is an Alari woman named Cali D’Kara.

    She is a member of the Alarian aristocracy, a social class that did not exist until the HOLY FEVARIAN EMPIRE came along and will probably cease to exist as soon as they leave. She is a descendant of the notorious space pirate Vaki D’Jir and her family may be hoarding the pirate’s legendary treasure hoard, which is inconvenient for Cali, as she is currently on bad terms with the rest of her family.

    Like most Alarians, Cali abhors violence, but is capable of it all the same. She loves democracy, but abides the current status quo because the Galactic Emperor is too powerful.

    This is the story of how she and a few of her friends were swept away on a sudden whirlwind adventure across the galaxy…
     
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    Prologue: Life or Death
  • Prologue: Life or Death



    The Beta Ursae Starbase has three modules.

    No more.

    No less.

    The Nosu Module does not exist.

    Deep Space Black Sites are illegal. The Holy Fevarian Empire abhors such barbaric practices and rebukes any spacefaring nation that usestem. Every loyal citizen of the Empire knows this to be the unvarnished truth…

    Bearing this in mind, our story begins in an interrogation room within the Deep Space Black Site, located in the Nosu Module of the Beta Ursae Starbase.



    A woman sat alone in the interrogation chamber, her hands chained together while a fully automated sentry gun hung from the ceiling, keeping its barrel trained firmly at the woman’s head.

    This woman was a member of the humanoid species called the Alarians. While she bore a distinct physical resemblance to Humans, she was noticeably different in the Alarian way. She had pointed ears, narrow eyes, and a tall yet lanky body. Cali’s hair, pulled back in a tight bun, was dyed purple, but the black roots were showing through. Cuts and bruises, visible reminders of exactly how she had arrived in this room not too long ago, marred the parts of her body not covered up by a military uniform.

    A loud clang proceeded the cell door opening before an alien entered the room. This creature was a Fevarian, a necroid species. As if his ghastly, ghoulish appearance was not enough to disturb Cali, she also had to contend with the smell of death and decay that followed any member of the Fevarian race. Cali screwed up her face in an effort to keep her expression as neutral as possible.

    The necroid officer sat down across from Cali and placed a tablet computer in front of himself. He looked at Cali and began to speak.

    “Cali D’Kara? From the planet Alaria?”

    Cali refused to speak. The Fevarian gave Cali an unpleasant look, made all the worse by his corpse-like visage.

    “This will go faster if you cooperate.” The Interrogator said.

    “I agree.” Cali replied. “That’s why I refuse to cooperate.”

    The Interrogator furrowed his brow.

    “You seem to think you still have some power and control here. You do not.” He said. “You are accused of high treason against the Holy Fevarian Empire.”

    The Interrogator leaned in, causing Cali to get a whiff of his incomprehensibly foul breath.

    “The punishment for treason is death, Miss D’Kara.” The Interrogator said. “However, my superiors would frown upon the idea of executing a person as young as yourself without giving you a chance to save your own life. To summarily kill you now is not justice, do you agree?”

    Cali did not reply. She continued to stare defiantly at her captor without engaging him.

    “Perhaps the seriousness of your situation is not made clear.” The Interrogator continued. “When I am through with you, my men are going to take you out behind the shed and shoot you. How old are you, Miss D’Kara? Your record says you are twenty, and your species has a lifespan of ninety to one hundred years. Tut, tut. You have not begun to live yet, and I hold the key you need to unlock your salvation!”

    The Interrogator slammed his fist on the table.

    “Our agents identified no fewer than five accomplices; fellow traitors who helped you commit this heinous crime.” He said. “My colleagues are close to them. We have their location. We have their names… or at least… we think we have their names. Miss D’Kara, if you confirm their identities… match names to faces… your death sentence may be delayed if not commuted. Those traitors are not worth laying down your life, girl. Tell me the names of your co-conspirators.”

    Cali remained silent. She tried to lean back in her chair, but her handcuffs were secured to the table by an additional chain, further restricting her movement.

    Twice more, the Interrogator pressed Cali for names.

    “My patience runs thin, child.” He said. “I remind you that if I leave this room without the names of the traitors, you will lose your life within a matter of minutes. Do not throw your life away for criminals who have clearly abandoned you to die.”

    Cali remained silent. The Interrogator’s face hardened. He tapped the screen of his tablet computer and changed tactics.

    “Alright then.” He said. “We’ll do this instead. I am going to tell you a story, Miss D’Kara. Investigators and agents who pursued you put it together. I am going to explain in detail exactly what happened. You tell me if I get anything wrong, and confirm if I have everyone’s names correct.”

    Cali remained tight-lipped as the Interrogator began to speak:

    “You are Cali D’Kara, born on the planet Alaria twenty years ago and a pureblood Alarian. Your family is part of the established aristocracy on Alaria. You developed a knack for technology and engineering, and programmed your first droid when you were thirteen years old. You obtained your pilot’s license and took your first spaceflight at age sixteen, and got your first cybernetic enhancement around the same time. During the final year of your education, you chose to study on an alien world. You travelled to the Protectorate of Arcadia and Concorde. You stayed there for half a year, living among members of the Human Diaspora. Hmph. How noble. Then you returned to Alaria… but according to our records, you only stayed there for a few weeks. You purchased a commission in the Imperial Military and became an Ensign. Tell me, have I got everything correct so far?”

    Cali did not reply. Realizing he was in this for the long haul, the Interrogator settled in and began to retell the story of the incredible events that had occurred over the past few months…
     
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    Chapter 1: Fortunate Favorites
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    A map of the Holy Fevarian Empire (Green) and its 34 Vassal-States. (Grey)

    The State of Alaria is highlighted in yellow. It should be noted that ALL spacefaring civilizations on this map are subjugated to the Holy Fevarian Empire.


    Chapter 1: Fortunate Favorites



    Three and a half months earlier…


    The Imperial Palace was the place to be tonight. Thousands of aristocrats and feudal overlords, dressed in the most elaborate and beautiful clothing money could buy, filtered into the building through its ornate entrance. The display of wealth and opulence involved at least one member of every spacefaring civilization in the galaxy.

    There were Humanoids, Mammalians, Reptilians, Avians, Arthropoids, Molluscoids, Fungoids, Plantoids, Necroids, Aquatics, Toxoids, droids, synthetics, and cyborgs. Half of the attendants were officers in the Imperial Military; wearing ceremonial dress uniforms, resplendent with medals, ribbons, and other colorful decorations. The other half were spouses, loved ones, and loyal friends, dressed in beautiful outfits that only made their partners look better.

    A holographic display projected a white “banner” over the entrance to the Imperial Palace, one that explained exactly what was going on tonight:


    His Majesty the Galactic Emperor welcomes you to the 901st Annual Officer’s Ball

    Underneath this banner, a Humanoid woman peered back at the main gate, looking for someone. She is an Alarian, a Humanlike species with slender elf-like features. Her Homeworld, Alaria, is located in the Outer Rim, tens of thousands of light-years from here. The Alarian woman was wearing an Imperial Military officer’s uniform, and her blueish-purple hair was tied back in a bun. Thanks to some carefully applied makeup, she looked older than her actual age.

    This is Cali D’Kara, and she was waiting for someone.

    Cali took a deep breath, trying to hide how nervous she felt. She was terrified that her date was not going to appear, that she would be stood up at the most important social event in the galaxy, in full view of so many important people.

    Thankfully, Cali was spared the greatest humiliation.

    A very expensive-looking muscle car pulled up to the front gate and the driver handed his keys over to the valet. Cali felt her whole body become warm and fluttery as a large Alarian man approached her with a smile on his face.

    Commander Dak J’Bassim was, like her, an Imperial officer. He was a combat veteran who had ventured into uncivilized space twice, fought pirates, and helped negotiate a peaceful resolution to a slave uprising on the planet Scyldaria. For the past six months, Dak and Cali had been enjoying a romantic relationship. They were obsessed with each other and had to fight off the impulse to kiss passionately as soon as they met.

    “Wonderful, you made it!” Dak said as soon as he reached Cali. “Are you ready for your first Officer’s Ball?”

    Face red, heart thumping, Cali took Dak’s hand and they entered the palace together.



    Cali felt as though she had crossed into a magical world. The Imperial Palace seemed so much bigger on the inside, with grand vaulted ceilings that were illuminated by chandeliers the size of trucks. Elaborate paintings, statues, and tapestries decorated every surface, while holographic artwork hovered in midair. Cali was particularly interested in the holographic art, as she could not see the projectors anywhere.

    “They must be concealed.” She told Dak. “I heard about a new kind of holo-tech that can project through two-way mirrors. It was on Xenonian News.”

    Dak squeezed her hand.

    “I knew you’d love this place.” Dak said. “You’ve got to be the most tech-savvy woman I’ve ever met.”

    “I love tech.” Cali replied. “Almost as much as I love you.”

    “So what you’re saying is that I don’t have enough implants?” Dak joked; eyebrow raised. “Or are you saying you want a few more of your own?”

    Cali giggled and held her hand in front of her mouth, trying to stop herself from breaking the decorum by laughing aloud. Both she and Dak were not true cyborgs, but each of them had advanced cybernetic technology implanted into their bodies.

    “Stop!” Cali giggled. “You’re gonna drive me crazy.”

    Cali and Dak held onto one another and followed the crowd of officers toward the grand ballroom. An ornate staircase, decorated with gold trimming, led to another level of the palace. On the far end of the ballroom, an orchestra was providing music for the gathering. News reporters and their cameras were kept behind a velvet rope by security guards. The commander of the military band raised his voice for attention.

    “Officers, your eyes and ears please!” the commander called out. “The annual Officer’s Ball will begin shortly! Please take your places!”

    Cali and Dak, holding hands the entire way, moved to one of the far walls. Military officers and their partners began to pair up and formed four lines. All of the women formed two lines, facing each other and leaving a ten foot gap between the two lines. Behind each line of women was a line of men, each male officer positioned directly behind his dancing partner.

    The Officer Corps of the Imperial Military reflected the aristocratic nature of the Holy Fevarian Empire. Officers were not promoted based on military merit or service records. Instead, the wealthy members of the aristocracy would simply purchase a commission, and be given a military rank reflecting how much money they poured into the Imperial Military. This system ensured that those interested in maintaining the social and political status quo filled the officer class. In turn, the likelihood of a military revolt was reduced to zero.

    Cali felt a sense of excitement run up her spine as Dak positioned himself behind her. To Cali’s left a Humanoid Kobarian was chatting with her dance partner, a reptilian Tyznn. To her right, a pair of Blorg looked overjoyed to be here. The band commander passed off his microphone to the Master of Ceremonies.

    “Esteemed officers, now announcing the arrival of our most honored guest.” The MC declared. “His Imperial Majesty, Tukhethu enkhi-Tekhomet, Emperor of the Galaxy!”

    The Galactic Emperor entered at the head of a grand procession. Surrounded by attendants and his family, the illustrious ruler strode into the ballroom. The front of his military uniform was so laden with medals that he seemed to be leaning forward unnaturally.

    Cali had seen plenty of Fevarian people in her life. They were a nation of cyborgs, who embraced the wonders of modern technology to such a point that every member of Fevarian society had cybernetic technology and neural implants surgically embedded into their bodies.


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    The Galactic Emperor was no different. He was a Necroid, meaning his body looked (and smelled) like a reanimated corpse. But the Galactic Emperor was just as much machine as he was a man. Unlike Cali, Emperor Tukhethu had four eyes, huge ears, and a very grotesque face that most Alarians would consider hideous. Cali, Dak, and the numerous other Alarians in the ballroom did their best to keep their smiles frozen in place.

    Galactic Emperor Tukhethu was a young man, only in his lower thirties. This was the first Officer’s Ball he had ever attended, and for good reason. Just nine months ago, Tukhethu had ascended the throne to become the new Galactic Emperor in the wake of his father’s death. Cali remembered the succession well; she was on the Throneworld when it happened. The celebrations had lasted for days, an endless party.

    The Galactic Emperor did something that was not expected. He started walking up and down the two lines of women. He enthusiastically greeted each woman in the crowd; regardless of her species and whether or not they were members of the military. Cali tensed up when she heard the flirtatious tone in his voice.

    “Wait, is this what I think it is?” Cali whispered, trying to direct her comment at Dak.

    Instead, the Blorg next to her replied:

    “Yes, my friend told me about this yesterday. The new Emperor is… well… obsessed with women. I heard he’s going to build a harem. He’s nothing like his father, he's downright hedonistic!”

    Cali felt a sense of revulsion building up. She started trying to figure out how to politely refuse Emperor Tukhethu’s advances, but this was not necessary. The Galactic Emperor picked an Aquatic female out of the crowd and asked her to share the first dance with him. Cali breathed a sigh of relief as the Officer’s Ball began in earnest. Music played and the remaining soldiers took a few well-choreographed steps backward, clearing the floor for the Galactic Emperor and his dance partner.

    Cali and Dak politely watched the first dance and conversed quietly:

    “Okay, Dak.” Cali said. “You’re the classy officer here and I’m a gearhead who can’t get her mind out of the metaphorical workshop. Give me a crash course in Aix politics… and talk as if I’m stupid. ‘Cause on this topic, I really am.”

    Dak suppressed a laugh and positioned himself so that he could speak clearly into Cali’s ear without drawing attention to himself:

    “So, that’s Tukhethu, the new Galactic Emperor. He’s not alone tonight. You see that general over there? That’s his older brother Hekhet. Hekhet was the heir to the throne for decades, but then he got into an argument with his father. Emperor Akoth disinherited Hekhet, and that’s how Tukhethu got to take the Celestial Throne earlier this year.”

    “Who’s the woman on Hekhet’s right?” Cali asked.

    “That’s Khetreph, the Angel Princess.” Dak replied.

    “I’m sorry, did you just say ‘Angel Princess?’” Cali repeated. “Stop trying to make me laugh, everyone’s gonna see!”

    Cali wondered if Dak was pretending not to remember that Fevarians were (in the eyes of Alarians) hideous beyond all reason.

    “No, no. I’m serious.” Dak replied. “Princess Khetreph was the oldest of Akoth’s children. She enjoys widespread popularity across the Empire. The people love her.”

    “Why?” Cali asked.

    “Princess Khetreph created a charity organization.” Dak explained. “She has given away most of her possessions and personal fortune, all in the name of lifting the people out of poverty and fighting disease. When Emperor Akoth passed away, everyone hoped and prayed that Khetreph would somehow outmaneuver her brothers and take the throne, but no such luck. Everyone knows the common people would be much happier if Khetreph ruled, and that is why her brothers constantly seek to placate her.”

    Cali watched as General Hekhet and Galactic Emperor Tukhethu took a break from dancing to sit down with their sister at the high table. As soon as the Emperor stopped dancing, military officers and their partners took the floor. Cali and Dak stopped talking politics and joined the dance. Moving and swaying to the music from the orchestra, the couple enjoyed the moment, happy to lose themselves in the crowd of dancing officers.

    Their blissful moment was not to last. A voice pulled Cali and Dak back to reality:

    “Commander J’Bassim! Just the Alarian I was looking for!”

    Cali and Dak separated, raising their arms in salute as a Fleet Admiral accosted them. The Admiral was a member of the insectoid Kel-Azak species, and Cali’s translator implant had to work overtime to keep up with the conversation.

    “Please wait a moment.” Said the Kel-Azak Admiral. “His Majesty would like a word.”

    And before Cali knew what was happening,
    she was face-to-face with the Galactic Emperor. She forced her expression to freeze as Emperor Tukhethu looked over her entire body with a greedy expression that made her shiver. Tukhethu’s lecherous gaze was made all the more horrific by his striking resemblance to a reanimated corpse.

    “Well, young woman. You have the best taste in men.” Emperor Tukhethu said. “I’ve heard many good things about Commander J’Bassim tonight, and you as well. Is it true that you spent time living among the Humans after they were relocated to their new planet?”

    “I spent six months on Arcadia, your Majesty.” Cali replied meekly. “I wanted to learn how the Humans managed to rebuild their society on an alien planet. They are a fascinating people.”

    “Impressive.” The Galactic Emperor replied. “Most impressive. And I’m sure they are grateful for Alaria’s incredible generosity.”

    The Admiral pointed at Dak.

    “This is him! This is the Commander.” The Admiral said. “He’s the one from the battle against the Ether Drake. His starship flew circles around the dragon, struck the killing blow, and never took a spec of damage!”

    “Yes, and I did it all with one hand tied behind me.” Dak boasted. “Your Majesty, the Admiral oversells the story. I simply feared for the lives of my men, and I did everything that was necessary to save them.”

    “You’ve impressed me, Commander.” Said the Emperor. “I want you on my ship.”

    “Excuse me?” Dak said.

    “Consider this an order directly from the Celestial Throne.” Said the Galactic Emperor. “You will report to Runa Starbase for duty aboard my personal flagship: the dreadnought Stellaris.

    Cali felt her mouth go dry. There was so much she wanted to say, but she held her tongue, as most of those things involved protesting against a reassignment that would separate her from Dak. Her lover seemed to have already thought of this and spoke in a suave tone:

    “I would be honored, your Majesty.” Dak said, bowing to the Emperor. “I humbly request that I be allowed to take D’Kara with me. The Ensign has made herself indispensable to me. Whatever talent I can bring to the bridge, she will bring in equal parts to Engineering.”

    Cali felt Dak’s arm squeezing her around the middle and she was suddenly very warm. The Galactic Emperor considered her for a moment before acquiescing.

    “Very well.” Tukhethu replied. “Admiral, I want these two serving on the Stellaris as soon as possible. As soon as the ball is over, get started.”

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    Chapter 2: The Automated Dreadnought
  • The warship Stellaris docked for upgrades.


    Chapter 2: The Automated Dreadnought



    High above the Throneworld, a megalithic structure orbited the planet. Runa Starbase was among the largest in the galaxy, roughly the size of a small moon. The Galactic Emperor’s flagship was here, docked to the Shipyard. The Stellaris was such a massive vessel that it was attached to the exterior of the structure by a series of docking ports and scaffolding systems. The shuttlecraft that delivered Cali and Dak to the vessel looked like a speck in comparison.



    “Oh, my goodness! Everything here is huge!!” Cali declared as she stepped aboard the flagship.

    Stellaris was an overwhelming vessel. Three times the size of an Alarian battleship, and almost five times the firepower. The Imperial flagship carried weapons and technology the likes of which she could barely comprehend. Dak laughed when Cali began to drool over the Dark Matter powerplant and beg the Chief Engineer to let her join the next maintenance crew.

    Cali was in a particularly good mood these days. Dak had used some of his political cloud to secure Cali’s transfer to the Stellaris, allowing the couple to continue working together. The couple had worried about some resistance to the transfer by an officer or politician, but things went through without a hitch. Once the pair boarded the ship, the reason why became clear:

    The Imperial Flagship Stellaris was an Alarian vessel. Or rather, she was a joint Alarian-Fevarian warship, with both species being among the crew. Designed and built by Alarians, the vessel was meant to be a gift from Cali’s Homeworld to the Galactic Emperor, and he accepted it with enthusiasm.

    Because the Stellaris was an Alarian ship, her crew was mostly Alarian. Cali and Dak could not remember the last time they found so many of their own people aboard a spacecraft so far from home.

    Dak was assigned the duties of a relief bridge officer, taking command of the ship whenever the Commanding Officer was not available. The Galactic Emperor had appointed someone to command the Stellaris, but that person had not arrived yet. Serving alongside Dak was Lieutenant Commander Tik Y’Pana. Tik was a very hotheaded Alarian who never hesitated to speak his mind. Tik was also outspoken about his beliefs. On their very first day aboard the Stellaris, Tik make his political opinions known when he stepped out of the communal showers and used his bath towel to cover up a portrait of the Galactic Emperor.

    Cali was given her dream job: an assignment in Engineering. Her immediate superior was an Alarian woman named Ruto B’Torak. She was the exact opposite of Tik, loyal to the Galactic Emperor to such a degree that Cali wondered if Ruto was secretly worshipping him. Ruto was, until Cali showed up, the only woman working in Engineering, so the two were quick to find spare time to bond and get to know each other.

    One morning, in the cafeteria, Ruto and Cali asked about each other’s backgrounds:

    “I’m a Voidborne.” Ruto explained. “Born in space. Aboard a passenger ship bound for Alaria. My family made a big show of my first steps on the Homeworld, but I always loved being out here.”

    “Is that why you bought a commission?” Cali asked.

    “Kind of.” Ruto confessed. “I know neither of us look like nobility, dressed in overalls and working on starship engines, but I’m from a new money family. My brother married a noblewoman who owns one of the outlying colonies. Before that, we lived day-to-day running a tourism company. Not poor, not rich either. Then everything changed. My parents told me that I needed to go out and make a name for myself so that our family can stay in the upper class. They gave me their savings and told me to buy the Commander rank… so here I am. What about you?”

    “My family is old money.” Cali replied. “We were some of the first Alarians to be made into nobles when our planet was brought into the Holy Fevarian Empire. The D’Kara family is descended from a… uh… um… let’s say… a well-known spacefarer.”

    “Pssh. Don’t be humble.” Ruto interrupted. “Just say it: Vaki J’Dir. The space pirate who held the Throneworld hostage three hundred years ago. Your family is still living off the riches she stole. Everyone knows.”

    Ruto winked.

    “You were set for an easy life, D’Kara. Why the Imperial Navy?”

    Cali hesitated for a moment, as if unsure whether to reply. And then she leaned forward to whisper in Ruto’s ear:

    “I’m on the run.”

    Ruto gasped, grabbed Cali and pulled her close.

    “Are you serious!? From who? Why?” Ruto demanded to know. “Tell me everything!”

    “My parents showed up at home one day with this guy I’ve never met this guy before, never even heard of him. Mom and Dad said I was going to marry him. They even set a date for the ceremony and everything.”

    Ruto furrowed her brow.

    “But… aren’t arranged marriages common in the aristocrats?”

    “Yeah,” Cali scoffed. “But this dude? He was an absolute monster. I saw it in his eyes the instant I met him. Whenever he talked, it was all about how he felt and what he wanted and what he was willing to give me. Then he had the gall to say that I was lucky he found me. I got chills.”

    “So you ran?” Ruto asked. “You really ran away from your own wedding!?”

    “Damn right.” Cali said. “I got away with just enough money to buy the lowest possible officer rank. Being an Ensign is so much better than spending another moment with that freak.”

    “Couldn’t your parents find you?” Ruto said. “What if Van finds you?”

    “Doesn’t matter if they do!” Cali replied, thumping her chest with pride. “I turned twenty years old before they could find me. I’m legally an adult on Alaria, and the law says only children can get betrothed. Now I’m the only one who gets a vote on who I marry.”



    Ruto and Cali spent a lot of time in the ship’s Artificial Intelligence Core, where they were working on a very ambitious project: The Galactic Emperor wanted the shipboard AI to be expanded to such a point that the vessel could operate with a minimal crew, despite being the size of a planetoid. Cali and Ruto both loved the concept of an “Automated Dreadnought.” No such vessel had ever flown before and Cali desperately wanted to be the first engineer to build it. She put the entire Engineering team to work on the project right away.

    Meanwhile, on the bridge, Tik and Dak drilled for battle.

    Combat training in the Imperial military is interesting affair. There has not been a full-scale war between nations since the foundation of the Holy Fevarian Empire almost a thousand years ago.


    The last uncivilized space was conquered almost fifty years ago


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    The last pocket of uncivilized space in the Galactic North was the site of several small skirmishes between the Imperial Military and various spaceborne monsters.

    What conflicts did occur were small in scale. Occasional slave revolts brought destruction to cities and towns, but were put down quickly by the armed forces. Uncivilized space creatures needed to be cleared out of Hyperlanes. Warships chased rogue mining drones and pirates. This latter scenario is what the Stellaris trained for. This one vessel was so massive and powerful that it could take down entire armadas of pirate ships singlehanded.

    The prestige surrounding the Imperial Flagship gave it value in diplomacy as well. Across the entire Galaxy, there were thirty spacefaring civilizations and almost fifty sentient species, all subjugated under the Galactic Emperor’s rule. The Imperial Navy was required to keep the peace between the many subject nations, lest factional disputes or interspecies conflict give way to something far worse. In the past, such incidents have occurred, proving the need for the Imperial military to exist:

    The reptilian Tzynn people went through a political upheaval almost four centuries ago. Disputes between local warlords very nearly led to a civil war on the Tzynn homeworld, a few skirmishes claimed dozens of lives before the Imperial military arrived to defuse the situation.

    Two hundred-fifty years ago, the Mandasura Collective, a race of Hive-minded planetoids, launched a full-scale invasion of a pre-FTL society on the planet Sol III.

    A majority of Human Refugees travelled to Alaria due to the physical similarities between the two species


    This act of war occurred against the Emperor’s will and triggered a tense political crisis that would persist for a decade. In the end, all seven billion members of the Human species were forcibly evicted from their Homeworld to make room for Mandasura settlers. Nowadays, the Human diaspora is scattered throughout the Galaxy. The Alarian government, with permission from the Galactic Emperor, set aside a single star system for the displaced, and now the Humans have a planet to call their own once again. Cali had visited the Human Reservation once. She remembered how much she loved the Human people and wished she would get to see them again someday.

    The Protectorate of Arcadia and Concorde


    For about two weeks, Cali and Dak settled into their new lives aboard the Stellaris, finding that they were very happy with the arrangement. In the back of their minds, both of them made a mental note to thank the Galactic Emperor for the opportunity to serve aboard his personal flagship.

    They would never get the chance.



    Questionable Succession


    About two weeks after Cali and Dak arrived on the Stellaris, an incredible series of events happened. The news reached Stellaris in multiple ways: encrypted military communication, unencrypted communications, and by a Xenonian News broadcast. By the time the news actually reached the ship, it was too late to take any action. All Cali and her comrades could do was meet on the bridge to discuss what had just happened.

    “First Akoth, then Tukhethu, and now we have Khetreph. I never thought we would see the ‘year of three Sovereigns.’ Two Galactic Emperors and one Galactic Empress.”

    Dak finished his statement and raised a glass of Hazbuzan wine. Cali, Tik, and Ruto all sat around the map table on the bridge, staring at one another in absolute disbelief. Out of the forward window, the four officers could see Throneworld Aix. Huge columns of acrid black smoke rose from the cityscapes below. Cali grabbed a glass of wine, her hands shaking so much that liquid splashed the tabletop and stained a map of the planet.

    “Do we know, like… casualty figures?” Cali dared to ask.

    “About one hundred fifty dead so far.” Tik said. “Mostly people in the immediate vicinity of the Imperial Palace.”

    Dak let out an angry roar and flung his wine glass across the room. It hit the plasma screen and smashed loudly, distorting the video of the news report.

    “Why!?” Dak yelled. “Whose bright idea was that!? What absolute moron woke up this morning and said ‘oh, I think I’m going to drive my battle tank through the center of the Royal City and SHOOT UP THE IMPERIAL PALACE!’ What the hell happened down there this morning!?”

    Ruto shuddered.

    “We… we have to focus on the important part.” Ruto said. “The Galactic Emperor is dead. Long live the Galactic Empress. Long may Khetreph reign.”

    It was Cali’s turn to lose her cool. She exploded on Ruto.

    “Are you kidding me right now? We just witness a coup! Khetreph just overthrew her own brother, and she probably had him executed. She usurped the throne!”

    “Don’t say that!” Ruto protested. “Khetreph is in charge now. You can’t speak ill of her like that!”

    Ruto stood up and pointed to the main superstructure of the Shipyard, saying:

    “Soon, the new Empress will send someone to make sure of our loyalty. We need to prostrate ourselves and swear new oaths of vassalage, on behalf of all Alaria if we need to.”

    Cali, Dak, and Tik all scoffed at the idea.

    “You’re kidding, right?” Dak said to Ruto. “These people are supposed to be our overlords, but they can’t even keep order on their own Throneworld! The Imperial family are feuding with each other so badly they’ve started killing each other, and now the Army is getting in on the action! Don’t you see what this means?”

    Ruto gave Dak a disgusted look. Cali understood the implication.

    “How can the Galactic Empress project authority over the rest of the Galaxy if she can’t keep her own family from wrecking the palace?” Cali said. “Yeah, I see what you mean. This… this could be bad.”

    “Time will tell.” Tik said. “Khentreph will be taking command of the Imperial Military soon. We should sit tight and wait for orders.”
     
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    Chapter 3: Hearing from Home
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    Chapter 3: Hearing from Home



    Thousands of sentient beings lived and worked at the Imperial Starbase, and the cramped station seemed to amplify the sense of tension filling it. Cali was here alone, leaning against the fuselage of her shuttlecraft as she waited for a late delivery.

    She was supposed to be taking delivery of an AI uplink relay, one that would be used to automate the Stellaris even more than the vessel already was. At the moment, the planetoid-sized vessel required a crew of about three hundred to operate properly. If Cali’s upgrades worked, this core would allow the vessel to operate with just ten people at the controls. A small army of droids, controlled by the ship’s central AI, would fill the role of organic crew members.

    Or they would, if the damn delivery ever arrived!

    Tapping her foot impatiently, Cali looked around. The hangar bay was very busy. Starships of varying size and shape went about their business while a steady stream of passenger ships ferried people away from the Throneworld. A week had passed since the questionable succession, but the unrest on Aix had not died down yet.

    People were fleeing the system in droves. Most of the departures were residents of the

    “Excuse me! Ensign D’Kara from the Stellaris?” A voice called out from some distance away.

    Cali looked around and spotted two people approaching: a Reptilian and a Humanoid. Cali raised her hand in greeting. The two sapients were dressed in civilian engineer outfits, with the insignia of Orbis Customer Synergies stamped over the torso. The Megacorporation employees asked for Cali’s thumbprint, holding out a tablet computer for her to use while they spoke.

    “You’re an Alarian, aren’t you?” Said thse Human.

    “Yes, sir.” Cali replied. “I know… the pointed ears are a dead giveaway.”

    The Human smiled and asked to shake Cali’s hand.

    “Forgive me being so forward.” He said. “You literally cannot comprehend how grateful my people are to the Alarians. You gave us a whole star system to live in after we lost our Homeworld! I always make a point to thank an Alarian when I see one!”

    “You wouldn’t last long on the Stellaris.” Cali joked. “Our ship has a mostly Alarian crew. You’d go nuts!”

    The Human shared a laugh with Cali for a moment and then did a double-take.

    “Hold on, you just used one of our expressions.” He said. “Where’d you learn to talk like one of us?”

    “I spent six months on Arcadia, the primary Refuge Planet.” Cali confessed. “I wanted to visit the moon, Concorde, but never got around to it.”

    The Hazbuzi let out a loud amphibian croak to get Cali’s attention.

    “This is a wonderful reunion, but we must get this cargo loaded onto your shuttle now. Can you talk and lift at the same time, or are Humanoids incapable of that?”

    So Cali and the two Megacorp workers set about loading the covered cargo onto Cali’s shuttle. She lifted the tarp to visually inspect the AI Uplink relay before signing off on the delivery. As she worked, Cali and the Human talked about the Human Reservation. Naturally, both of the Megacorp workers asked Cali about her time on Arcadia. She was happy to share:

    “I lived in Tianjin City for six months.” Cali said. “It’s the biggest city on Arcadia. I wanted to study Human computer technology. Their species is, like, obsessed with Artificial Intelligence. I’ve never seen so many AI platforms in one place before. But after a few weeks, I got side-tracked.”

    “I bet I know why.” The Human said. “Spiritualism, right? Someone try to sell you a crystal or essential oils? Did you hear an Islamic call to prayer? Or maybe you just asked someone why the ‘lower-case letter ‘t’ is stuck on the roof of so many buildings?”

    Cali laughed.

    “You’re talking from experience, aren’t you?” She said. “And yes, it was the second and third one.”

    The Hazbuzi shook his head.

    “The Galactic Emperors of the past outlawed spiritualism for good reason.” The amphibious alien said. “I’m surprised to hear spiritualism is alive and well despite the Empire’s attempts to suppress it.”

    Cali sighed in a nostalgic way.

    “I spent two days in the Mindanao Mosque.” She said. “Back then I didn’t have a translator implant, so I just absorbed the sounds of talking and music. Then I found a Buddhist monetary and a Catholic church. I just… wanted more. I think I visited maybe half of all your people’s religious structures… and then I met a holy person.”

    The Human laughed again.

    “Trust me, my people will never agree on which of those people are holy and which ones are charlatans. Heck, we fight over it sometimes. Who did you meet?”

    “I went to the Chinese Culture Center in Tianjin.” Cali explained. “I met Lai Jiahao, the soothsayer.”

    “Oh!” The Human replied. “I’ve heard of him.”

    “It was an incredible experience.” Cali’s voice got dreamy. “I was talking to a woman, I don’t remember her name. She said she would tell my fortune for a fee. I sat down across from her and the lady was just barely getting started when Lai Jiahao showed up.”

    The Human winced.

    “Lai takes Chinese Divination very seriously.” He said. “If he thought that lady was misrepresenting the tradition or wasn’t doing it justice… he probably would have lost his temper.”

    “He did.” Cali confessed. “He berated the woman in her language, then took me into his temple. He apologized to me and offered to divine my future the proper way. He used something called ‘Geomancy’ to divine my future.”

    “Geomancy...” The Human worker said. “So he was guessing your future based on where you were born and raised. Your ancestry and family heritage are taken into account as well.”

    “Yeah, that’s it!” Cali confirmed.

    “So, what did Lai say?”

    At this point, even the Hazbuzi was paying attention. Cali leaned in close to reveal the answer:

    “He said I was fated to undergo a trial.” Cali said, her voice dreamy. “My family failed to honor their ancestors, so I was chosen to be tested. Lai said that I’m destined to be at the center of a terrible crisis… a ‘Year of Hell.’ My ancestors are going to watch me, and they’re going to judge everything I do during that time. When the Year of Hell is over, my ancestors will decide if I’m deserving of good fortune.”

    Both of the workers swore loudly in their own languages, causing Cali’s translator implant to glitch.

    “That is one hell of a fortune.” The Hazbuzi said. “You should have gotten your money back.”

    Around this time, the cargo was actually inside Cali’s shuttle and it needed to be secured in place. While they worked, Cali asked the Human for an update on how things were going at the Human Reservation:


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    She learned that a combined team of Alarians and Humans were planning to create a breeding program for the Nemma, a species of titanic megafauna who lived on the planet Arcadia. These city-sized animals lived in the oceans, where only their heads and shells appeared on the surface. The Human settlers were divided on what to do with these giant creatures, but the decision to breed more of them appeared to be universally popular.

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    Meanwhile, Alaria did not react well to the news of a disputed succession on Aix. For the umpteenth time in recent memory, protestors flooded into the Capital City, demanding the Holy Fevarian Empire be replaced with a “Galactic Republic.” Alaria was not the only site of pro-democracy fervor. Kel-Azak, Blorg, Scyldari, Humans, and Kobarians were raising hell in the streets all over the galaxy. The Empire as a whole was in a state of general unrest as several vassal-states cried out for either democratic reforms, full independence, or both.

    “The new Galactic Empress is going to have her hands full, restoring order.” The Human concluded. “I don’t envy you members of the Imperial Military.”

    With that, the Megacorp employees said their goodbyes and left Cali to her business. She secured her valuable cargo and started walking around her shuttle, doing pre-flight checks. Thanks to the cybernetic implants in her brain, Cali could communicate with her ship’s computer via electrical pulses in her own brain. She commanded the ship to run a self-diagnostic simply by thinking the command.

    Cali stood in front of the shuttle, watching the reaction control system test-fire its thrusters, when another voice called out to her from behind:

    “Oh my goodness! I did it! I found you! Cali! Cali! I’m over here!”

    Cali whipped around, trying to see who was calling her name. About fifty meters away, she spotted two Alarians, a man and a woman. The woman was waving her arms at Cali, and the man was gazing at her with an utterly dumbfounded expression. All of the blood drained out of Cali’s face when she recognized the middle-aged woman, who had bronze-colored hair and a dimpled smile.

    “Mother!?” Cali cried out. “Seriously!?”

    Aris D’Kara bore only a passing resemblance to her tomboyish daughter. She was dressed in a very expensive-looking traveler’s coat that instantly gave away her status as an Alarian aristocrat. The man next to her was an Imperial Navy officer. He was a little too far away for Cali to make out, but she guessed him to be an Admiral. (A short while after this, Cali would learn this guess was slightly mistaken)

    Aris picked up the hem of her frilly skirt and speed-walked to her daughter as quickly as she could.

    “I can’t believe it! Cali, you’re here!” Aris cried out. “I haven’t seen you in almost two years!”

    Aris tried to hug her daughter, but Cali raised an arm to keep her at length.

    “It’s been two years, and that’s how you say hello?” Cali said, her voice low and hostile. “I can be the bigger woman and admit I owe you an apology… but you owe me one as well. We are not in a place where we can just ‘hug and be happy,’ mother.”

    Aris stopped trying to hug Cali and took a step back, her face contorted between expressions of joy and confusion. Before Aris could say anything, Cali spoke:

    “I ran away from home, joined the Imperial Military, and never tried to call you or father. I’m sure I put you through a lot of stress and anguish. I’m sorry for hurting you, mother.”

    Cali folded her arms, expecting her mother to reciprocate with an apology of her own. Instead:

    “I’m so happy to find you, Cali. Do you live on the Starbase? How soon can you return to Alaria?”

    Cali did a double-take.

    “Wait, what?” She said. “That’s all you’ve got to say?”

    Aris leaned forward, pleading with her daughter.

    “Cali, darling. I can smooth things over with your father and with the B’Eren family. We can arrange for the wedding ceremony as soon as you get back! Everyone will be happy and all will be forgiven!”

    What little happiness remained in Cali drained away.

    “You’re kidding. You’re still trying to match me with that monster?” She said.

    Aris made a jerking motion, as though she resisted the urge to slap her daughter.

    “Don’t talk about your betrothed like that!” Aris said. “Your marriage will get off to a rocky start, and I just want you to be happy.”

    Now feeling the anger boiling up within her, Cali took a step back.

    “I am happy, mother. I’m serving on the most important starship in the Galaxy, working at the bleeding edge of near-future military technology. I don’t want to marry anyone, especially that freak you and father are so obsessed with. Now leave me alone.”

    Cali tried to walk back to her shuttle, but Aris caught her hand.

    “Wait just a moment! You are my daughter, and you will follow your parent’s wishes!”

    “I’m twenty now!” Cali raised her voice. “I’m not bound to you anymore, not even legally. Now unhand me before you get arrested for assaulting an Imperial officer!”

    Cali pulled away from her mother and boarded her shuttle. Peering out of the cockpit window, Cali spotted her mother talking to the Alarian officer. The man was staring at Cali’s shuttle with a very intense expression. He kept his eyes locked on the shuttle as it took off and vacated the Starbase.

    Cali’s military shuttle entered a space traffic lane that would take it back to the military base where Stellaris was docked. Her lane of traffic was empty. The opposing lane, which led away from the Throneworld and into deep space, was completely gridlocked.
     
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    Chapter 4: End of an Era
  • Chapter 4: End of an Era


    Once the AI Uplink Relay was installed, the Stellaris became a much quieter starship. Not because the engines were running smoothly, but because very few people were left aboard. The flagship was now almost totally automated, with the organic crew being supplanted by an army of droids and robots.

    “Just think about it.” Cali said. “A month ago, this ship would have needed a crew of almost twenty-thousand people just to exist without falling apart. Now we’ve got the crew compliment down to fifty.”

    “I can walk for ten kilometers through the interior and never find another person.” Dak replied.

    The young couple raised their eyebrows at each other, realizing that from now on, they could be alone together whenever they felt like it. Dak did a double-take when he saw the suggestive expression on Cali’s face.

    “Get your mind out of the gutter, Ensign.” He admonished her. “You’re on duty.”

    Cali smiled a mischievous smile and Dak could not resist the urge to make the same face.



    Three weeks had gone by since Cali and Dak joined the Stellaris. Tik and Ruto were the only people the pair saw on regular occasions, and when they did, there were only two major topics of discussion: the political crisis on Aix and total automation.

    The rise of Galactic Empress Khetreph was causing widespread political unrest. Over the past few weeks, a dozen vassal-states had announced their intentions to leave the Empire. What started as public outcry for democracy was quickly growing into a nascent separatist movement. In response, the Imperial Military was making preparations for a show of force. The Galactic Empress had even sent a messenger to the Stellaris, warning the crew that soon the vessel would be called into active service. Cali and Ruto would need to finish their upgrades quickly. Speaking of which…

    After less than a month of work, the Stellaris had reached a state of near-total automation. Using the AI Uplink installed in Engineering, Cali and Ruto were able to let the shipboard AI take full control of the day-to-day maintenance of the Stellaris. The dreadnought had even gotten to the point where it could manufacture its own ammunition and repair itself after a fight. To sustain all of this, approximately six thousand droids and robots were manufactured and deployed within the ship.

    Cali came up with a brilliant idea to enable easy communication between the organic and robotic crew. She created an AI personality whose sole purpose was to serve as a go-between for the organics and droids. Simply named “Helperbot,” this AI would instantly supersede and take control of any droid the organic crew attempted to speak with.

    Cali and Ruto had a lot of fun testing the concept. Cali used the internal monorail to travel all the way to the bow while Ruto went to the engine room. From bow to stern, the Stellaris measured almost ninety kilometers. Once she reached the bow, Cali picked a random Droid and said hello to it. At once, the bipedal robot rounded on her and a yellow light illuminated its face, to show that Helperbot had taken over.

    “Hello there!” Helperbot declared. “I’m as pleased as ever to report the sensor array is performing at 99.98% capacity this morning!”

    Ruto’s voice sounded over the intercom.

    “Cali, is there a reason you made Helperbot so… cheerful?” Ruto asked.

    “I heard Tik complaining about the AI’s disposition being ‘too sunny and cheerful’ and I just had to mess with him by turning up the settings.” Cali replied. “Ask Helperbot a question where you are.”

    Ninety kilometers away in the engine room, Ruto said:

    “Helperbot: Tell me about our docking schedule. When is the next time someone’s coming aboard?”

    Without a moment’s delay, a droid in the engine room turned to reply:

    “The new Commanding Officer and his second-in-command will be boarding later today at Docking Bay 94. I hope all of your preparations are complete!”



    Forty-two people came to the docking bay to welcome the new CO. This was all that remained of a crew of 20,000. Thanks to automation, everyone else was transferred to other ships. A shuttlecraft landed in the hangar and the crew raised their arms in salute as two men emerged.

    The first was a Fevarian man dressed in an officer’s uniform. Cali could see the “Commodore” insignia on his chest and knew that this man was the new CO. Cali also noticed something strange about this man. Despite being a member of the Fevarian species, the new CO was wearing the uniform of the Alari Armed Forces. The blue and green Alari flag was displayed prominently on his chest. Next to him was an actual Alari. This really was no surprise to most of the crew. The Stellaris was an Alari ship and most of the interfaces were designed for Humanoids such as Alarians.

    For one particular member of the crew, however, the second officer did come as a surprise.

    Cali gasped and very nearly broke her salute. The Alarian Captain was the same officer who was with her mother at Runa Starbase, the one Cali had mistaken for an Admiral. The Captain was pushing a wheel cart loaded with a large black box. The Alarian officer stepped aside from his cargo to join his Fevarian companion. And to make matters worse, now that he was closer, Cali realized with a sense of growing terror that she had seen this man before. While Cali was busy concealing her terror and trying to maintain her salute, the Commodore positioned himself in front of the crew and began to speak:

    “Crew! Stand at ease!” Said the Fevarian Commodore. “This may be a military ship, but as long as we speak to one another with respect and courtesy, I’m willing to allow a less than formal environment. Relax a little.”

    The crew lowered their salutes and listened to the Commodore’s introduction.

    “My name is Okepi ins-Tebh.” Said the Commodore. “By order of the Alari National Congress, and with the express permission of Galactic Empress Khetreph, I assume command of this vessel. For those of you who have not met me yet, I served in three military campaigns, against the Enigmatic Fortress, the Spectral Wraith, and the Ether Drake. I recognize one of you from the battle against the Drake.”

    He nodded at Dak.

    After that, the Alarian officer stepped forward to introduce himself. As soon as he began to speak, Cali’s worst fears were finally confirmed:

    “It’s a pleasure to meet you all.” He said. “I am Captain Van B’Eren, and I’ll be serving as the Commodore’s number two. I look forward to meeting each and every member of the crew, especially the one particular crew member I’ve met before… Ensign D’Kara… you look resplendent.

    Cali could not help it. She recoiled, taking a whole step away from the Captain. Van looked slightly upset. It really was him; the repulsive man her parents tried to force Cali to marry three years ago. Van B’Eren in the flesh.

    “I know we got off on the wrong foot, you and I.” Van B’Eren said. “I look forward to mending our relationship, Ensign D’Kara. I am confident that my companionship will change your mind about me in due course.”

    Cali opened her mouth, ready to spew a tirade of insults and vitriol, but Commodore ins-Tebh was clearly paying attention and realized there was going to be a problem.

    “Not now.” He cut in. “We have work to do. D’Kara, B’Torak. Have you completed your work on the automation?”

    “Um, yes sir!” Ruto said quickly. “The Stellaris can run with a minimal crew.”

    “Good.” Commodore ins-Tebh said. “I would like yourself, Ensign D’Kara, Commander J’Bassim, and Lieutenant Commander Y’Pana to join me in the conference room at the end of the hangar. All other crewmembers, please follow the instructions of this droid.”

    Cali, Ruto, Tik, and Dak broke off from the group to follow Okepi and Van away from the scene.



    In the conference room, Cali tried to find a corner as far away from Van as possible. Dak intentionally placed himself between the pair, glaring at Van.

    Pacing back and forth, Okepi started talking as soon as everyone was in the room.

    “The situation is critical and we are short on time.” He began. “I am going to be blunt. B’Eren and I do not work for the Empire. We are both members of the Special Operations Forces of the Alari Military. If you are in this room right now, it means you are being drafted for a black op. You don’t get a say in this. We are commandeering the ship and you are coming with us, that’s final.”

    This was too much to take in all at once. Cali looked from the Fevarian Commodore to her hated ex-betrothed, wondering just how either of them managed to not only join the Alari Armed Forces, but also become members of the elite SOF. Come to think, she had never once asked Van about his background.

    Meanwhile, Tik was asking the important questions.

    “Why the hell would Alaria try to steal a dreadnought from our overlord!? Wasn’t this thing a Gift to Emperor Tukhethu?”

    “Those considerations are immaterial considering what’s going to happen soon.” Van B’Eren replied. “Have any of you been paying attention to the political situation? The Holy Fevarian Empire is going to collapse. Probably within the next few days, certainly before the week is out.”

    A stunned silence hung over the room. Ruto finally managed to say something.

    “That’s so… that’s such a horrible thing to say!” She choked out, “You could be shot as a traitor just for saying that!”

    “Commander B’Torak, I don’t think the seriousness of the situation is sinking in yet.” Okepi said. “A few short days from now, The Galactic Emperor’s authority will stretch no farther than this very star system. The Alari National Congress is already drafting a declaration of independence, and many other species are doing the same. We have only a few days left before chaos breaks out. This is the calm before the storm and we do not want to be here when it starts.”

    Cali snapped out of her stupor.

    “Wait a minute, what storm? What do you mean get out of here?” She asked.

    “Alari SOF has received intel suggesting the breakup of the Holy Fevarian Empire will be violent.” Van explained. “Dozens of separatist movements have established communications with each other and are planning to make their moves all at once. We are currently expecting to see somewhere between twenty-five and thirty armed revolts across the Galaxy. This will be the first full-scale war since the formation of the Empire a thousand years ago.”

    “No one is ready for such a conflict.” Okepi added. “The first few days are going to be chaos, and that’s when we need to complete our mission.”

    “The mission you’re planning to drag us into?” Tik said. “What have the four of us got to do with your mission? What happened to the rest of the crew?”

    “The remaining crew is being put off the ship.” Okepi answered. “They will be left behind on Runa Starbase.”

    “Left behind!?” Dak said. “We’re taking the ship somewhere?”

    “Correct.” Van said. “Okepi and I have a multifaceted mission. There are several objectives we must accomplish, and we’ve orchestrated things so that we can kill several Tiyanki with one missile. In fact, thanks to Cali and Ruto’s work on the automation systems, one such objective is being accomplished right now.”

    Van gestured around himself.

    “The Automated Dreadnought Stellaris is the rightful property of the Alari National Congress.” He declared. “On the ANC's authority and with the ANC’s express permission, we have now repossessed this vessel and will return it to Alari space.”

    The Alari Special Forces have already planned the escape route.


    Ruto screamed.

    “You’re stealing it!” Ruto cried out. “You’re stealing the Galactic Emperess’ flagship! You won’t get away with this!”

    Ruto ran out of the room and back into the hangar.

    “Helperbot!” Okepi yelled. “Detain Commander B’Torak and lock her in the brig!”

    Cali, Dak, and Tik ran out of the conference room and back into the hangar just in time to see two incredible things:

    First, a dozen droids ran full-tilt across the hangar bay and dive-tackled Ruto to the floor as she tried to flee.

    Second, Runa Starbase was very far away.

    The Stellaris had undocked from the shipyard and was now flying under her own power. The Automated Dreadnought was departing the Throneworld System at best possible speed, leaving behind a scene of chaos.

    The planet Aix was still visible. Cali, Dak, and Tik looked out of the hangar bay doors to see an armada of warships closing in on Runa Starbase. As they drew near, the warships opened fire, pummeling the starbase with weapon strikes. Meanwhile, a Cruiser broke off from the formation and started launching a barrage of missiles at the Throneworld itself.
     
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    Chapter 5: Broken Empire
  • "Congratulations! The Stellaris is being repossessed... please do not resist."
    Damnit, now I want to watch Rogue One again. I freakin' love that movie.

    Oh that's rough for Cali! A dangerous, long voyage on a giant but nigh deserted starship with her ex betrothed? Wouldn't want to be in her shoes.

    And, in addition he's now her hierarchical superior. Couple that with his pushy behaviour and I bet he'll try to use his authority to try and "convince" her he's such a good choice of a husband.
    Oh it gets worse. Van showed up with plans.

    Also, Alaria has pretty much gone past the point of no return because once the Empress finds her shiny flagship has been stolen by her supposed vassals, she will likely want to make Alderaan out of Alaria.
    Oh the point of no return is here. See below:



    Chapter 5 – Broken Empire


    The HFE descends into civil war, allowing the Vassal-states to go free

    The demise of the Holy Fevarian Empire played out over a single day. Cali and her friends watched it play out on a television screen.

    Unwilling to interact with Okepi or Van, Cali, Dak, and Tik brought a widescreen tablet computer to the brig and propped it up on the wall. Looking through her cell door, Ruto was able to watch the events with her friends as they played out:

    On the very last day of peace, Galactic Empress Khetreph announced she would deliver a speech tomorrow. She was going to talk about a major political reform she was planning. People all across the Galaxy speculated wildly about what she would say, what she would do. But the speculation only lasted for a short period of time.

    Somehow, the plan leaked.

    The Galactic Imperium is declared


    Khetreph was planning to re-organize the Holy Fevarian Empire into a new polity called “The Galactic Imperium.” She was going to do away with the indolent policies of her predecessors. The vassal-states were going to lose the self-rule they had enjoyed for one thousand years, and the Galactic Empress would seize direct control of her dominion, the first Fevarian in more than a millennium to do so. Within an hour of the leak, unrest and public anger started to transform into revolt and armed rebellion.

    The Kel-Azaan Republic was the first to declare independence. The insectoid nation sealed their interstellar borders to all traffic, while Kel-Azak soldiers seized Fevarian bases and outposts. After that, the avalanche began. The news reporters had trouble keeping up as word of uprisings poured in from all across the Galaxy.

    When the State of Alaria declared independence, Cali gasped and hugged Dak as tightly as she could. Ruto felt deeply conflicted. She was terrified Alaria would draw the wrath of the soon-to-be Imperium and be crushed. The news agency attempted to report on the theft of the Stellaris, but that was when the first reports of violence came in.

    During the night, there was an assassination attempt on Galactic Empress Khetreph. A group of armed assailants breached the Imperial Palace and engaged the guards in a gun battle. Khetreph survived, but it quickly became apparent that none of the vassal-states were responsible for the attack. A faction of Fevarians living in the Outer Rim claimed responsibility for the attack. The announced their objective was to overthrow Khetreph and establish the “Great Fevarian Empire.”

    In retaliation, the Imperial Navy turned its weapons against the Throneworld, targeting cities that sympathized with the rebels.

    By this point, it was all over. Across dozens of planets, violence erupted as the Imperial military found itself under attack from all directions. The news reporters on screen, looking very distraught, promised to continue broadcasting for as long as possible…



    The heavy door opened and the two SOF officers entered the brig. Commodore ins-Tebh and Captain B’Eren looked at the four Alari with mournful expressions.

    “So it’s finally happened.” Van said. “The Fevarians are finished. Their empire is dead. Alaria is free.”

    Dak turned away from the screen, unable to watch the new reports of attacks and violence.

    “Did you see the reports from the other planets?” Dak breathed. “This is no uprising… this… this is a civil war, the likes of which no one has ever seen. There hasn’t been a full-scale war in over a thousand years. Hundreds of thousands of people are going to die, maybe millions.”

    “True. We are at the end of an era.” Commodore ins-Tebh. “Now we must ensure that Alaria survives the chaos and is able to have a strong starting position once the new era begins. That is why we are here.”

    The Fevarian folded his arms.

    “I owe you an explanation. I was born on Alaria, in the Imperial Garrison.” The Commodore said. “I learned about the Alari principles of egalitarianism at a young age. They made more sense to me than the hopelessly out-of-date tenants of the Holy Fevarian Empire. I enlisted in the Alari Armed Forces as soon as I was old enough, though I’m not the first Fevarian to join the AAF.”

    “He and I were recruited into the Special Operating Forces about a year and a half ago.” Van explained. “The SOF has been convinced the Empire was going to collapse for quite some time and they’ve been preparing for it. Okepi and I have been given multiple missions to carry out over a single operation, and that operation started with repossessing this ship. Now we need to talk about what happens next, as well as why you four need to come with us.”

    Cali stood behind Dak, showing only part of her face as Van continued:

    “First off, we are not going directly to Alaria. We will be detouring to four crucial locations along the way.”

    “First, we are going to Chor’s Compass.” Okepi said. “We are going to need both Dak and Cali to join us on a short mission at Tradestation Tungle, the home of the Caravansary Caravan Coalition. It will not be a combat mission, so your skills in battle won’t be needed. However, we do need to exploit Dak’s fame as a Dragonslayer and Cali’s technical prowess.”

    Tradestation Tungle


    “Second,” Okepi said before anyone could interrupt. “We must use the Gateway network to reach Luthadrial. The Necromages of Tufsin are based in that system and they are the only other Necroids in the galaxy. We need to carry out a short operation on their planet before moving on. We need Tik for the mission.”

    “Why me?” Tik demanded to know.

    “Because you are a qualified Starfighter pilot, you have a history of flying on arid planets, and your service record shows you have no sense of self-preservation.” Van said candidly.

    “Once we are finished with the Necromages, we’ll press on to the Hazbuzan Syndicate, a criminal organization not far from Alaria. Ruto, your services will be required for a mission here. I need to you meet a contact at the Human-Hazbuzi border crossing.”

    “No way!” Ruto shouted through the cell door. “I’m not helping you!”

    “Again, none of you get a choice in this.” Van said. “The ANC has signed off on the entire operation. Now, after the Hazbuzan, we’ll cross the border into the Human Reservation. Cali and Tik, you’re both going to be needed for a mission to Concorde.”

    “Concorde?” Tik said. “What the heck is that?”

    “It’s the moon of Arcadia.” Cali replied. “The moon is fully militarized. No civilian population, just Human and Alari military bases everywhere. I’ve never been there, but I met Humans who have.”

    “Oh, come on. You want us to blow up an army base on Concorde!?” Dak protested.

    “Actually, we need you to deliver something to our Human contacts on Concorde.” Okepi answered. “And don’t worry, it is not going to explode. Killing you would make it impossible for us to complete our final mission.”

    “Final mission?” Cali said. “Isn’t that just delivering this ship to Alar Station?”

    “Delivering the ship is part of it, yes.” Van confessed. “But there is another part. We need to deliver Dak here to one of our contacts in the city of Rattia.”

    Cali startled.

    “Rattia!” She repeated. “That’s my hometown. My whole family is there. Why the hell does Dak need to go there?”

    Okepi shook his head.

    “Many apologies.” Okepi said. “But we are under explicit instructions not to tell you any details about that particular assignment.”

    “You can’t tell us? Really?” Dak said, raising his eyebrow.

    “No, no, no.” Van said, waving a hand. “We cannot tell Cali D’Kara any of the details. The instructions in our mission brief explicitly mention Cali by name, and that she must be left out of the loop on the final part of the mission. The other three are allowed to know.”

    “So you’re gonna tell us, then?” Tik said.

    “Not until its absolutely necessary.” Okepi said, folding his arms again. “You four are close to each other. I have no doubts that you’ll inform Cali as soon as we divulge the crucial details. So everything stays under wraps until the right time.”

    “I don’t like this.” Cali said.

    “I don’t like this either.” Dak added.

    “Regardless of whether you like the arrangement, everything we discussed is going to happen.” Okepi said. “The Stellaris is already underway for Chor’s Compass. We need to move quickly as some of these missions are time-sensitive. If all is done correctly, and if the Hyper Relays and Gateways stay open, then we should return to Alaria in about three months. That should give plenty of time for tempers to cool and unit cohesion to build.”

    Okepi cast his dead-looking eyes at Cali and Van.

    “You’ve got another thing coming if you think I’m gonna work with him.” Cali growled, nodding her head at Van.

    Van raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

    “I realize we aren’t going to fix all of our problems overnight.” Van said, “But rest assured, Cali… you’ve been on my mind constantly, ever since that brief encounter in Rattia two-and-a-half years ago. Our parents could not have made a better choice, and I know in my heart that before long you’ll come to agree with me on that front.”

    “I’ll see you in Hell before that ever happens.” Cali spat.

    “You’ll have to go through me first.” Dak added.

    “Okepi seemed to look concerned for the first time and he shot a nervous glance at Van, the type of expression one uses when things are not going to plan. For his part, Van laughed.

    “Commander J”Bassim, I think it would be best if we let the interested party decide for herself.”

    Cali retreated behind Dak’s frame, hiding from view. From the safety of her boyfriend, Cali raised her voice and called out:

    “Helperbot! Captain Van B’Eren is banned from Engineering. Post security droids at the entrances and don’t let him in!”

    With a series of friendly beeps and whistles, Helperbot’s voice replied over the intercom.

    “Well I’d be happy to do that!” Helperbot declared. “It just warms my circuits to keep you safe!”

    Van shrugged and lowered his hands.

    “I can see you need your space while you sort out your feelings.” He said. “I’ll stick to the command deck for now… but remember Cali. My door is always open when you’re ready to talk.”

    Van left the brig. Tik and Dak both closed ranks around Cali, shielding her as Okepi took a step forward.

    “It’s going to be a long three months.” Okepi said. “And this will all go much smoother if we can work together. If that cannot happen, I can and will crack the whip.”

    Then he turned his attention to Ruto’s cell door.

    “Your loyalty to the Holy Fevarian Empire is commendable. You’re staying in there until we get to Hazbuzi territory.”

    Then Okepi left as well.

    Cali, Tik, Dak, and Ruto were left in a state of total shock. They barely noticed the large tablet computer on the floor where Dak dropped it. The news program was still playing, the words of the reporter lost in the terror of the moment…

    “For those of you just joining us, her Imperial Majesty Khetreph has just delivered her much-anticipated speech, officially re-organizing the Holy Fevarian Empire into the Galactic Imperium. In her statement, the Galactic Empress said this action is to promote peace and stability in the face of recent unrest throughout various regions of the galaxy.

    In other news, diplomats from the Scyldari Confederacy and the State of Alaria have arrived on the planet Hiverion to start discussions on the creation of a military alliance between their nations. The proposed diplomatic agreement is referred to simply as the ‘Interstellar Treaty’ and would be the first such agreement between star nations in over one thousand years. Many political analysts speculate this proposed military alliance could become a rival to the new Galactic Imperium were other star nations to join.

    Scyldari and Alari delegates establish INTO
     

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  • Author's note: I desperately wish PDX would add an espionage event that would allow empires to steal Relics from each other in daring clandestine raids. It would make for awesome storytelling.




    Chapter 6: Grand Theft Stellaris


    Present day


    “Wait a minute, wait a minute.” Cali interrupted the Interrogator. “How the hell did you know what we were talking about in the brig?”

    The Fevarian Interrogator paused, doing his best to hide his elation at finally getting some kind of reaction out of Cali.

    “When the Stellaris re-entered Imperial territory, we compromised the vessel’s cyberwarfare suite.” The Interrogator replied. “We have the logs for any conversation your ‘Helperbot’ participated in.”

    Cali did not reply. She cupped her chin in on hand as though she was deep in thought. The interrogator leaned forward.

    “You know, all you need to do is confirm the identities of the other people in the story I’ve told so far. Match faces to names. Like in this footage for instance.”

    The Interrogator placed his tablet computer on the table and turned it around to face Cali. It was a recording of security camera footage, taken from the Silversun Casino at Tradestation Tungle.

    “A few weeks after the Flagship was stolen, it reappeared in Tiyun Ort… the Tiyanki Graveyard.” The interrogator said. “I assume this is where your co-conspirators planned their little… excursion into the Tradestation…”



    The Stellaris hides in the Tiyanky Deathworld while plans for the heist are made


    Back to the story…


    Cali and Dak were alone together in the sensors tower, a skyscraper-shaped superstructure that jutted out from the dorsal side of the Stellaris. Cali was staring out of the window, admiring the Tiyanki Deathworld from a distance. Dak had his back to Cali, and he was armed with a blaster rifle. The door opened and three people entered.

    Tik, Okepi, and Van joined the duo. Van stayed back, keeping a wary eye on the weapon in Dak’s hands. Okepi launched into his briefing:

    “We have a job to do at Tradestation Tungle before we take the Stellaris home.” Okepi said. “I need to emphasize that you two are going to be smaller parts in a bigger operation. There are nine members of the Alari Special Forces already on the station waiting for us.”

    “What is this op?” Dak said. “What are we doing?

    “We are stealing something.” Okepi replied. “Dak and Cali, you will be pulling double duty: You will be doing clandestine observation, keeping an eye on security. You will also be running distraction. Keep the casino staff focused on yourselves and not the heist.”

    Refusing to look away from the window, Cali spoke up.

    “So you want us to draw fire?” She said.

    “No, no, not at all my dear.” Van replied. “We have prepared cover stories for you. The Cyberwarfare division of the AAF has already saturated the casino staff, consciously and subconsciously, with expectations for your visit. They have also scrubbed all record of your service aboard Stellaris. You will enter the casino as high-rollers and crewmembers of the starship Hotoro.”

    “That’s the vessel I served on when we killed the Ether Drake.” Dak commented.

    “Dak, you will be the distraction.” Okepi said. “You’re a military veteran, a famous one at that. The staff will dote on you and pay attention to you. You must keep their attention on yourself as best you can. The AAF will provide you an inordinate amount of money to gamble away at the casino. Make sure your bets are high-risk.

    “And what about me?” Cali asked, turning her head.

    “You and Dak are already a well-oiled machine.” Van conceded. “We decided it would be best for you to stay together. While Dak is coasting on his fame and keeping the whole damn casino staring at him, you need to keep an eye on security and update our unit on their activities.”

    “We know your body is modified with a number of cybernetic implants.” Okepi added. “Normally, the casino would scan everyone for implants that could be used for cheating. My operatives inside the casino are going to disable some scanners and spoof the rest. We are going to insert a few extra lines of code into your brain implants that will disable most scanners when you walk through them. Once you are inside the casino, you will communicate with the SOF team. Keep them appraised of the security situation, and use your implants to conduct cyberwarfare if the situation calls for it.”



    The Stellaris keeps clear of the Caravaneer station, allowing Dak and Cali to work


    The flagship Stellaris kept her distance from Tradestation Tungle, sending the Galactic Empress’ personal yacht to drop off the two infiltrators.

    Cali and Dak were dressed to the nines. He wore a military dress uniform adorned with the shiny medal he got for killing the Ether Drake a year ago. She wore a shimmering sleeveless dress that hugged her tightly and showed off much more of her body than she preferred.

    “I look ridiculous.” Cali grumbled as she stepped out of the gilded shuttlecraft.

    “That’s kind of the point.” Dak said.

    “Either way, I still hate this plan.” Cali said. “I really hate it.”

    Check comms, check comms. This is Viper calling Overwatch. How copy? Over.

    The cybernetic implant in Cali’s head projected the message directly into her brain. Viper was the name of the Alari Special Forces team who would actually execute the heist. Overwatch was the shared callsign for Dak and Cali.

    Good copy, Viper. Cali replied. We’re making entry now.

    There was only one entrance to the Silversun Casino, even though the structure took up an entire module of Tradestation Tungle. Every spacefaring species was represented here as people crowded the business strip, trying to gain entry to the casino. Dak and Cali got in line with everyone else, but a pair of casino guards spotted them. The two guards were both members of the avian Yondarim species and stood head and shoulders taller than everyone around them. One of the Yondarim pointed at the couple and then spoke into his radio.

    “I have eyes on the high rollers.” The guard said. “We’re escorting them to the casino floor now.”

    Cali was able to hear this thanks to a cluster of nanobots she had installed in her inner ear a year ago. She nudged Dak and said:

    “Alright, it’s showtime.”



    Cali and Dak were escorted through the grandiose entrance and into Silversun Casino. She had to blink several times to adjust her eye implants. It was sensory overload! The casino floor was a sea of lights and sounds. Digital slot machines made beeping sounds while their analog counterparts clanks and whirred. Credit chits were exchanged for CaravanCoinz. People cheered as they won, only to cry out in agony as the house reclaimed its prize. Intoxicating food and drink was so commonplace that Cali could see several motionless bodies slumped over tables through the haze.

    To make matters worse, Casino staff and guests alike swarmed the couple. The staff already knew Dak was carrying vast amounts of money on a digital credit chit in his pocket; they were determed to convert as much of his wealth into CaravanCoinz as possible. Dak was quickly taken away by a host to start gambling. Meanwhile, a greedy-looking Hazbuzi closed in on Cali, offering her a very powerful-looking drink. Cali quickly scanned the beverage with her eye implants, making sure her bio-mechanical stomach could actually handle whatever she was about to imbibe.

    Once she realized she was holding a Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster, Cali tipped her head back and downed it in one gulp. It was harmless to her but…

    Any unmodified Alari would have been instantly knocked unconscious.


    Excerpt from The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy




    While Cali kept a close eye on the person who tried to knock her out with a drink, Dak was putting on a show. He found a Fanti Racing pit. Fanti were a type of bovine livestock native to Alaria. The casino manager promised to give Dak 1000 credits’ worth of food, drink, and Kobarian prostitutes if Dak would only consider betting on a race. Dak responded by wagering the equivalent of his yearly salary on the very next race. He knew the house was going to win, but it did not matter. He had insane amounts of wealth to play with, and if he so much as implied that he wanted to continue gambling, the casino host would bend over backwards to make it happen. Dak tried to avoid wincing when three scantily-clad women started trying to embrace him: a pretty Humanoid, a cute Mammilian, and one hideous Fungoid.



    Dak, please forgive me, it’s all an act. Cali thought to herself as she allowed a handsome concierge to lead her across the casino floor, wrapping herself around him as though he was the last man in the galaxy. She was pretending to be drunk on Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters, which gave her an excuse to look around.

    Viper, this is Overwatch. Cali transmitted via implant. Security on the floor consists of armed guards, battle droids, and drones. The guards are Morbuzakh. Repeat, the guards are Plantoids. They’re blending into the scenery. Be careful when scanning flora.

    The Morbuzakh is a character from LEGO Bionicle and appeared in the 2004 storyline


    The SOF team replied with something that sounded a little like gratitude:

    Carnivorous Plantoids as armed guards!? Now I’ve seen everything. Good call, Overwatch. We are proceeding with caution. Can you get a closer look at the battle droids? Verify the make and model for us?

    Still acting drunk, Cali meandered over to one of the digital slot machines. She pushed the button repeatedly, feeding more and more money into the slot machine until her losses reached the quadruple digits. Then Cali started to cry and ran over to one of the battle droids.

    “That damn thing is rigged!” Cali screamed and wailed. “Gimme my money back!”

    The machine looked down at her. Cali’s eye implants dilated, focused, and took snapshots at high speed.

    “Invalid input.” Said the security droid. “This unit cannot accommodate your request.”

    It pushed her away, and one of the hosts quickly approached Cali. He offered to do anything to make her feel better. While Cali sobbed into the Human’s chest, she silently transmitted the important data to the SOF team:

    Battle droids are modified Iribots. Toxoid in origin. Networked via ultra-high frequency radio.


    The Iribot Nexus is a vassal of the Scyldari Confederacy and a founding member of INTO


    Cali went back to drawing the staff’s attention by loudly complaining about her boyfriend’s absence. Out of the corner of her eye, Cali saw one of the battle droids stumble in its patrol route. The SOF were jamming the droid’s uplink frequency.



    Dak and Cali were both losing money faster than the Fevarian economy, but high above in the hotel, something of even greater value was being moved.

    Nine members of the AAF Special Forces used modified weapons to incapacitate the Plantoid guards. An electronic weapon system disabled Iribots from a distance as they moved through the hotel complex. Near the very top of the Silversun Casino was a suite of hotel rooms reserved for the highest of high rollers.

    One of these suites was permanently reserved for the now-deceased Galactic Emperor Tukhethu, and his personal items were still inside of the room.

    The AAF Special Forces team reached the dead Emperor’s private room, shooting down two Plantoid guards outside of the door. A frame charge was mounted to the door and detonated, knocking it down. The soldiers swarmed into the room and ransacked the place. They were looking for a very specific object.

    While the search went on, one of the elite operatives brought a large black box into the room. Van B’Eren was pushing the very same box around three weeks ago when he boarded the Stellaris. The Squad leader broke the seal and opened the box to reveal what was inside: a Reliquary.

    Reliquaries are a product sold by Tradestation Tungle. No one knows what is inside of a Reliquary until the moment it is opened, and the Caravaneers consider the mystery to be “half the fun.”

    In his private suite, the deceased Emperor Tukhethu had a single Reliquary. It was on display in a trophy room, where Tukhethu kept many valuable possessions. The seal was broken, showing that it had been opened once already. The AAF Special Forces opened their own Reliquary. It contained a high-yield plasma bomb.

    In a careful operation, the Emperor’s Reliquary was opened. Contained inside was the single most valuable object in the galaxy:


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    The Galatron.

    The elite soldiers carefully removed the Galatron from the Emperor’s Reliquary and placed it in their own. The plasma bomb was gently placed inside and a simple trigger was wired into the lid. The next person to open the Emperor’s Reliquary would be vaporized. The Galatron was placed into Van’s Reliquary and it was sealed. Then the SOF troopers staged their exit, sending a signal for Dak and Cali to do the same.

    Dak and Cali returned to the Stellaris via the Emperor’s Yacht. They met the AAF soldiers for only a few minutes, just long enough to take possession of the black box. As instructed, they carried the large black box aboard the Stellaris and returned it to Van B’Eren.

    Neither of them had any idea what was inside of it.

    The Galatron is seized by the State of Alaria
     
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  • Author's note: This chapter was created specifically for the release of the newest Stellaris DLC, First Contact. I hope you are all making sure that your starships do not alert Pre-FTL societies about the existence of spacefaring civilizations. ;)

    The time has come


    The fantasy world of Faleen was used with the permission of its creator, my younger sister blackgirlgarden



    Chapter 7: First Contact

    The galaxy is a vast place. Due to its sheer size, news does not travel at the same speed across all sectors. Even though a month has passed since the Empire collapsed, there were still those who did not know of the disaster unfolding around them.

    So when the Stellaris emerged from Hyperspace in a distant star system, the first thing Cali did was run a full sensor sweep of the region and listen in to the local radio communications. After listening to the radio chatter for about half an hour, she reluctantly called everyone to the bridge. (Except Ruto, who was still in the brig)

    “We’ve got a problem.” Cali told the others. “News of the Empire’s collapse has not reached this system yet. The Starbase and outlying stations are acting as though everything is business as usual. We are being hailed by almost every ship in the system. The Starbase is asking for recognition codes, and the crew of a nearby Observation Post is demanding we leave right away because we’re interfering with their mission.”

    “Observation Post?” Tik repeated. “There’s a primitive civilization on one of the planets?”

    “Affirmative.” Cali replied, looking over the sensor data. “An avian society. According to my sensor readings, they’re in the early space stage. They've figured out nuclear fusion... which means... oh... oh no. They can totally see us. The Outpost is right. We need to jump out of the system as soon as we can! We’re going to mess up their whole civilization!”

    “That’s what I love about you, Cali.” Van said. “You are so caring and considerate of others. A more perfect wife I could never ask for.”

    “If you’re not going to say anything helpful, B’Eren, then shut your mouth.” Cali snapped. “Commodore, what’s the best way to get out of here?”

    “The Gateway we’re looking for is about one-hundred-forty Lightyears away.” Commodore ins-Tebh replied. “We can get there using the Jump Drive. If we start spooling up the Jump Drive now, when can we jump?”

    “Nine days from now.” Dak replied. “Let’s just hope those Pre-FTL people don’t suffer because we showed up in their night sky for a few days.”

    The Imperial base over Faleen is detected by the inhabitants.




    DAY 1:

    “Attention Flagship
    Stellaris. This is the Faleen Observation Post. The natives have observed your ship via ground-based telescopes. We have detected references to you in scientific communications across the planet. There is debate among the Faleen scientific community as to your identity. Some consider you to be a previously undiscovered planet. Others argue you are an oversized asteroid. A minority wonder if you are a comet.

    However, we feel the need to alert you to a very small subset of the Faleen who have correctly guessed, without evidence, that you are a spacecraft. Please leave the system as soon as possible.”



    DAY 2:

    “A news agency in one of the larger cities has reported on your discovery. Fevarian agents dispatched to the surface are attempting to manipulate government officials into burying the story. Conspiratorial thinking and distrust of the government is being reported in rural areas outside of major cities.

    We have also seen at least one Faleen scientist claiming that you are an extrasolar object. We predict one more day/night cycle before the entire Faleen civilization knows you are a starship. Please leave the system immediately.”



    DAY 3

    “Almost the entirety of Faleen civilization knows you are an extrasolar object and that you are not orbiting the sun. We have observed panic-buying in many stores in major cities. At least 3 million Faleen civilians have evacuated the major cities of their own accord. Atmosphere on the planet is tense.

    2 dozen large-scale government telescopes and tens of thousands of stargazers are tracking your ship. Civilians are setting up skywatching groups to observe your movements. You are the primary topic of discussion on most news networks. Government agencies in the regional superpowers are planning to conduct hearings in regard to your existence. You are causing a severe disruption to this Pre-FTL civilization. Please leave the system immediately.”



    DAY 4

    “You have been identified. The Faleen scientific community linked all radio observatories to each other in order to create a planet-sized radio telescope. You have been photographed by this newly created planetary telescope. Photographs of your starship are being circulated everywhere.

    Panic is widespread. Faleen civilians are fleeing the cities in a very disorganized fashion. Stores and food depots are being emptied out. Martial law has been declared in several regions and military forces are being sortied. Many people on the surface are beginning to talk about the possibility of an extraterrestrial invasion. You are causing irreversible damage to this civilization. Leave the system immediately.



    DAY 5

    “The military forces of the largest nation-state on the planet are actively searching for additional starships in the system. They have detected the local Starbase and it will not be long until they detect our Observation Post.

    The situation has become untenable. The primitives are going to open fire on our station as soon as they find it. Request the
    Stellaris divert to our location to evacuate the crew immediately. This station must be decommissioned at once. Please come to our location to start evacuation procedures immediately.”



    On the bridge, Cali, Dak, Tik, Van, and Okepi read this final message and descended into their most intense argument yet.

    “Screw your mission! We’re turning around to rescue those people!” Tik yelled.

    He tried to grab the helm and turn the ship, but Helperbot reached out to grab him by the arm.

    “Absolutely cannot let you do that, buddy.” Helperbot said. “I have strict instructions from the Commodore not to deviate from our current course.”

    “The primitives on that planet are going to kill the observation crew!” Dak and Cali protested.

    “How many people are on that station?” Tik added. “Are you ready to sacrifice all of them?”

    “An Observation station like that will have about fifty crew aboard.” Helperbot replied quickly. “All scientists.”

    “Those people are irrelevant to our mission.” Okepi countered. “They have no connection to what we are doing, and it needs to stay that way.”

    “That’s a load of Fanti dung.” Dak said. “We’ve thrown off their work irreversibly, and on top of that, we’ve endangered their lives! We have an obligation to help. A moral obligation!”

    “In any other circumstance you would be right.” Van replied. “But you need to remember the importance of our work, the timelines we need to keep. If this is about proving your manliness and strength of character to Cali, then pick another battlefield. This isn’t the one for you.”

    Dak was rapidly losing his patience with Van.

    “You want me to pick a battlefield? How about right here and now?” Dak snapped, reaching for the assault rifle strapped to his body.

    “Enough!” Okepi yelled. “We are not going back for that crew and that is final! Am I understood!?”

    “There’s three of us and two of you.” Tik growled in a threatening tone. “I say this isn’t final.”

    Tik and Cali both cracked their knuckles. Dak grabbed his blaster rifle with one hand. At the same moment, Van reached into his uniform jacket and withdrew a subcompact pistol. The two men were ready for a standoff.

    “Dak J’Bassim!” Okepi yelled loudly. “Don’t you dare act against us. Remember what’s waiting for you on Alaria! You’re only going to make things worse for your family!”

    Dak hesitated. Looking out of the corner of her eyes, Cali saw this and was immediately alarmed.

    “What the hell is he talking about!?” Cali said.

    Dak’s hand shook. Cali felt a rising sense of alarm. Something was horribly wrong. After a moment, Dak lowered his rifle.

    “Fine.” Dak said. “But I’m going to make sure Helperbot keeps a record of all this. Everyone on Alaria is going to know you sacrificed fifty innocent people when you could have saved them.”

    “Good luck with that.” Okepi replied. “According to the AAF Special Forces, I don’t exist.”

    The Imperial base over Faleen is destroyed.




    Cali and Dak put dozens of miles between themselves at the rest of the crew. Tik refused to let the issue die and continued having a shouting match with Okepi. Van disappeared into one of the many communications rooms.

    Once they arrived in a lounge, Cali rounded on Dak.

    “What the hell was that?” She demanded. “Why’d you back down? Do those two have something on you?”

    Dak hesitated for a moment, then he looked out the window at the planet Faleen.

    “Yeah, they do.” Dak said.

    Cali started to speak, to demand more answers, but Dak headed her off.

    “I can’t tell you what it is.” Dak said. “Those two made themselves very clear that there will be consequences for you. If I tell you anything, the hammer comes down on you, Cali.”

    Cali swore. She started pacing around the lounge. She vented her feelings by wishing aloud for Van and Okepi to meet with an awful fate. Then an idea hit her.

    “What if I find out on my own?” She said, turning back to Dak. “Is it possible?”

    Dak took a deep breath, thinking hard.

    “It is.” He finally said. “But the important thing is that if you do find out what’s going on… Don’t tell anyone. Not even me. As the Humans say, you’ve gotta play your cards close to the chest, okay?”

    Cali felt hurt, but understood. She grabbed Dak and brought him in for a kiss.

    “Just gimme a tiny hint.” Cali begged. “Where do I start?”


    “Try to call your family.”

    With the Stellaris gone, the Faleen are left to themselves for the first time.,
     
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    Chapter 8: Breakdown
  • In a very pleasant surprise, I woke up to discover @danivon passed the Weekly AAR Showcase to Grand Theft Stellaris. Many thanks! :D

    Per the Macavity116 house rules, the next chapter is posted immediately!


    Chapter 8: Breakdown


    When the flagship Stellaris arrived at the planet Tufsin, Van and Okepi brought Tik down to one of the launch bays. Cali and Dak followed them at a distance. Tik already knew the details of his mission and shared them with his friends during a moment away from the two SOF operators. Cali and Dak were making their own plans around the events of the day.

    The Stellaris makes its second stop at Tufsin


    Tik was going to fly a Fevarian Starfighter in a high orbit and make contact with an alien named Lhanda Cotting. According to Van, Lhanda was a member of the Manifesti, a newly founded political movement that was rapidly gaining prominence in the power vacuum left behind by the Holy Fevarian Empire. Tik was under orders to gather information about the Manfiesti and report back.

    The Manifesti are new players on the political stage


    While this was happening, Cali and Dak were going to enact their own plans.

    As soon as Tik’s Starfighter was underway, Cali said:

    “I’m going to visit Ruto in the brig.”

    Van turned to her right away.

    “Actually, I was hoping we could spend some time together. I want to start rebuilding our relationship before we arrive at Alaria, and I need to know what you want from me.”

    Cali and Dak were ready for something like this, but her anger still bubbled into Cali’s voice like bile.

    “You’ve got to be out of your mind.” She said. “Get lost, B’Eren. I’m going to see Ruto.”

    Okepi was looking concerned, an expression that contorted his corpse-like face in very unpleasant ways. He tried to intrude on the conversation.

    “Cali, stonewalling Van won’t do anybody any good.” He said. “He is your betrothed; you should take the time to get to know him.”

    Both Cali and Dak unleased tirades of angry language at the Fevarian Commodore, yelling at him to shut up and butt out. Okepi took a step back, looking gobsmacked. Then he re-engaged, trying to yell at the couple for being insubordinate. Dak ran interference, placing himself directly between Cali and Okepi.

    This was a pre-planned maneuver between Cali and Dak. He was preparing to engage both Van and Okepi in a shouting match; and he made sure to raise his voice at once. Van, meanwhile, was still trying to start a civil conversation with Cali.

    She was having none of it. She tried to leave the hangar bay, but Van physically blocked the way, arms extended.

    “You need to talk with me.” Van said. “I’m trying to give you an opportunity very few women get. This is an opportunity to start our marriage on the strongest note. You’ve got to hear me out.”

    “Fuck you, fuck your opportunities, and fuck your nonexistent marriage.” Cali snapped. “Get out of my way.”

    “I am offering to hear your conditions.” Van said. “You know me, my family. I have the ability to give you anything you want, Cali. Name your demands, and once we’re married, I will move planets and moons to make sure I can satisfy you.”

    “I want Dak.” Cali growled. “Not you. Now get out of my way.”

    Out of the corner of her eye, Cali saw Dak do a double-take at her words. He was looking a little more smug than usual. Her heart fluttered at his expression.

    For the first time, a dark expression crossed Van’s face. He let out a ragged sigh, one filled with frustration.

    “I understand.” Van said. “Some habits are just so strong, they become hard to break. When we get back to Alaria, Dak and I will have a talk. Give me a chance, Cali. Get to know me… if I’m still lacking after we get married… and you still want to visit Dak once in a while… I won’t stop you.”

    This time, bile really did bubble up Cali’s throat. She gave Van the most evil eye she possibly could.

    “Get out of my way, bastard.” Cali hissed. “And if you talk to me again, I’ll consider hurting you.”

    Van reluctantly stood aside as Cali retreated into the hallway, he called after her:

    “You’ve wasted over a month and a half, Cali! Almost two. We could have been friends by now! The longer you wait, the worse it’ll be for you when we get back to Alaria!”

    Behind her, Cali overheard an angry roar from Dak as he turned his rage against Cali’s ex-betrothed.



    Cali made her way across the ship to the brig. Along the way, she suddenly veered off course and jumped into one of the monorail cars that led to a completely different part of the ship. Cali travelled about thirty kilometers and found a crew lounge. Once Cali entered the room, she used her cybernetic implants to override the security systems and lock the door behind her.

    Cali sat down at a comms terminal and activated the Interstellar Communicator. Over her head, the hologram projector flared to life. The system waited for Cali to punch in a contact number before the voice of Helperbot said:

    “Young lady, I am so happy to report that your parents accepted the call and will be on the line with you in just a moment. Please stand by.”

    After a few moments, a holographic image started to assemble itself in front of Cali’s desk. Three Humanoid figures took shape: two men and a woman. Cali’s eyes narrowed as she realized that two of these people were her parents: Rin, an unpleasant-looking man directly descended from Space Pirate Vaki D’Jir; and Aris, a self-indulgent aristocrat whose wardrobe cost as much as a starship.

    The third-person was not anyone Cali recognized. It was an Alari man wearing the uniform of the Gendarmerie, a highly militarized police force that patrolled Alari territory.

    As soon as they saw her, Cali’s parents reacted.

    “There she is!” Aris cried out. “Cali! Cali, you’re okay!”

    “Mother, Father. I need to talk to you-” Cali started to say, but for some reason, the Gendarme cut her off.

    “Wait a minute, where is B’Eren and ins-Tebh?” The Gendarme said. “Miss D’Kara, have you been separated from them? Is everything alright?”

    “I’ve only just got away from them!” Cali replied. “I needed to talk to my parents. Who are you?”

    “I am Lieutenant D’Varik of the National Gendarmerie.” Said the Gendarme. “I am the officer assigned to your case, and right now I am very confused.”

    “As am I.” Said Cali’s father Rin. “The last we heard, B’Eren and ins-Tebh rescued you and were bringing you home. They said they had the kidnapper in custody, too. Where are they?”

    Cali’s jaw fell open and her body suddenly became very cold.

    “Rescue? Kidnapper?” She breathed. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

    Lieutenant D’Varik turned to Rin and stopped him from speaking.

    “The AAF Special Forces cooperated with my team to carry out your rescue.” He said. “Aren’t Van B’Eren and Okepi ins-Tebh with you now? They told me you were safe in their protection.”

    Cali found her temper.

    “RESCUE!? PROTECTION!? SAFE!?” Cali shrieked. “Your goons kidnapped me and are holding me, my boyfriend, and two others hostage on this ship! I had to escape from them just now to call my parents and you’re saying those two are supposed to be helping me!? What drugs are you using!? Van has been threatening me! He put one of my friends in the brig and she’s been there for over a month!”

    Rin and Aris looked at one another; their faces fill of dismay.

    “Cali, dear. Dak is the one who took you from us, and from Van.” Aris said. “Just hold out a little longer. Your fiancée has taken care of everything. As soon as you come back into Alari space, you’ll be safe. You’ll never have to see that horrid man again.”

    Cali glared at her parents, her voice filling with rage.

    “I will never return to Alaria!” Cali swore. “You hear me? This is the end. You aren’t my family anymore, and if Van so much as tries to touch me, I will kill him! Got it!?”

    “Miss D’Kara!” Lieutenant D’Varik interjected. “Please calm down. We are trying to help you!”

    “And you!” Cali rounded on the hologram of the Gendarme. “I really thought you would have at least checked to see if these two liars were lying to you, but I guess you didn’t so I’ll enlighten you. I was not kidnapped by anyone until that self-centered freak Van showed up, waving his rank and status around like I would care about that sort of thing.”

    “But you and Van are supposed to be getting married!” Aris protested. “Both families have come to an agreement, and the Rattia city government has ratified all of the paperwork. It’s as good as done already.”

    “I would rather die.” Cali hissed. “Tell Van he can find someone else to sign the other half of the paperwork.”

    “Shut up and listen to your mother and father!” Rin yelled at Cali, his voice distorted over the speakers. “We are trying to save your life and guarantee your future!”

    “My future!?” Cali repeated, indignant. “From where I’m standing, it looks like the opposite. Give me one reason I shouldn’t hang up on you right now and never contact you again! One good reason, come on. I bet you can’t.”

    “The Manifesti!” Aris cried out.

    Cali was taken aback, losing a bit of her anger.

    “Wait, I just heard about those guys earlier today.” She said. “That’s the really nonsensical political movement, right? The ridiculous people whose demands don’t make any sense? Diplomacy via staring contests, freedom of movement for rivers, demanding the right to hold public dances in the Galactic Stock Exchange, those guys?”

    The Manifesti rose to power in the aftermath of the Empire's collapse


    “The Manifesti have experienced a meteoric rise to power.” Lieutenant D’Varik explained. “They have already won several seats in the Alari National Congress and are enjoying widespread popularity.”

    “They are also trying sneak in very real reforms under their nonsensical agenda.” Rin added, his voice dripping with contempt. “The Manifesti intends to do away with the Aristocracy entirely. Our status, our properties, our fortune, it’s all going to be seized!”

    The Manifesti are a serious threat to the established aristocracy.


    For just a moment, Cali was fully distracted. She wracked her brains trying to understand just what her father was saying.

    “But why would the government want to seize... ooooohhhhhh.”

    Vaki D’Jir.

    It was common knowledge that nearly all of the D’Kara family wealth was leftover treasure stolen by the infamous space pirate. Cali looked back to the holograms of her parents, her anger and rage returning anew.

    “You selfish… greedy!” Cali gasped, unable to form a complete sentence. “You knew this was coming. You were planning for it!”

    Lieutenant D’Varik now had the expression of a man who just realized he was in over his head. He stared hard at Cali, trying to figure out exactly what she had just understood:

    Cali’s betrothal to Van B’Eren was a sham. A money-laundering scheme. The vast ill-gotten treasures of Vaki D’Jir would be legitimized as part of the B’Eren fortune, money that was legally earned by serving the Galactic Emperor. No doubt Cali herself was some non-negotiable bargaining chip used to hold the deal together. Everything was starting to make sense.

    “Dak knows, doesn’t he?” Cali said. “Is that why you’re in such a hurry to separate us?”

    The Gendarme recovered from his shock and replied.

    “Well, no.” He said. “We want to get him away from you because he abducted you, I thought that was obvious. He’s facing a long list of criminal charges in the Rattia City Court: kidnapping, sexual assault, false imprisonment. And those are just the crimes where you are on record as the victim. He picked up a resisting arrest charge after Van sent his latest report.”

    Cali was so enraged her heart was threatening to pound its way out of her chest.

    “That’s why we need you home quickly.” Aris said in a quiet voice. “Van should have talked to Dak when he first made the arrest. The prosecuting officer offered a deal to Dak: If Dak helps bring you home and pleads guilty, then his parents and siblings will not be arrested and charged as accessories.”

    Lieutenant D’Varik leaned in and interrupted:

    “They’ve already been arrested. The whole J’Bassim family, that is.”

    Something in Cali seemed to snap.

    “Mother… father…” she said. Wherever they were, Rin and Aris looked at the hologram of their daughter expectantly. When Cali spoke, her voice was laced with hatred:

    “You are both dead to me. You will never see me again.”

    Then Cali ended the call. The holograms faded away.
     
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    Chapter 9: Planning to Escape
  • Chapter 9: Planning to Escape



    The sheer size of the Stellaris made it easy for Cali to hide from Van. She could go for days on end without being within twenty kilometers of him, despite his best efforts.

    And Van was trying very hard to find her.

    His voice sounded over the intercom every hour, calling out to Cali. Droids were searching the vessel in groups of two or three. So far, Cali had been found by droids twice. On both occasions, she was able to use her cybernetic implants to hack the droids and send them away empty-handed.

    As time went on, Dak and Tik were able to track down Cali and join her. Their own escapes from Van and Okepi were fraught with peril and complicated the ongoing situation.

    “…Suffice to say, our cooperation with the black ops bastards is over.” Tik explained. “Okepi gave up on working with us as soon as you bailed, Cali, but Van is being stubborn. He’s really insistent on bringing you over to his side.”

    “Believe it or not, Van’s actually backed into a corner on that one.” Cali replied. “Come on, we’ve gotta find a place to plan our next move.”



    Cali led the pair of men to her newest hiding place, a maintenance shaft behind a crew lounge. This place was located almost thirty-five kilometers away from the main bridge, and even further from the hangar where Van had last seen Cali. Tucked in this cramped space, Tik and Dak brought Cali up to speed on the situation.

    “The Manifesti are spiraling out of control.” Dak said. “Their political movement is seizing power at all levels. They’re enforcing a unique brand of egalitarianism wherever they go, masking their true goals behind a mountain of ridiculous demands and insane actions.”


    The Manifesti continue their nonsensical activities


    “Is anyone resisting?” Cali asked. “Is anyone fighting back?”

    “Just the Galactic Imperium.” Tik replied. “Most people, even our own, have been protesting, demanding freedom and democracy for so long. The Manifesti is offering to give most people what they want, and folks are just going along with it. The Galactic Empress is retaliating in her own holdings, but everywhere else the Imperium is being undermined. Stellar nations that used to be subjugated are falling under the Manifesti’s influence, which means old Imperial institutions are being dismantled.”


    Democracy is restored in Alaria


    “Believe it or not, there actually some good news for us on that front.” Dak added. “In the last couple of weeks since you started hiding, the Manifesti have flipped a bunch of lawmakers to their side. They got enough votes in the Alari National Congress to force a snap election. It’s happening in about forty-five days.”

    “Let me guess, the Manifesti are bringing their own brand of chaos to the ANC?” Cali asked.

    “Believe it!” Tik cheered, punching the air with his fist. “They’ve made it really clear the Aristocratic social order is on their list of ‘Things to be Outlawed,’ along with the color green, hardwood floors, non-edible music, and food critics. They even said they want to abolish the Permanent Senator positions in the National Congress.”

    “That’s a good thing.” Cali replied. “Those seats were created by the Holy Fevarian Empire. Makes sense to sweep away anything they left behind.”

    “There’s more!” Tik said. “Dak, tell her about your younger brother!”

    Cali’s head whipped around to her boyfriend.

    “Wait a minute, does he mean your kid brother?” She said. “What was his name? Gar?”

    “Gar.” Dak repeated. “He’s not a kid anymore. He’ll be turning twenty in a few weeks.”

    “Which means he’ll be a legal adult… which means…” Tik said, goading Dak to continue.

    Dak sighed and his face turned red. He was suddenly looking humiliated for some reason.

    “This is so embarrassing.” Dak said. Then he pressed on: “The Manifesti want to create a revolutionary government to sweep aside the vestiges of the Empire… and… to do that… uh…”

    Dak trailed off, pulling his hair with his hands. Tik stepped in and blurted out the grand finale:

    “The Manifestis got together in an art gallery and held a lottery!” Tik said excitedly. “They drew a bunch of paper slips from a barrel and started throwing them at the staff. Then the Manifestis picked a worker at random, and she picked one of the names off the floor. That name ended up being the person the Manifestis nominated for Chancellor in the upcoming snap election! HA HA! It’s fucking brilliant!”

    Cali tilted her head to one side.

    “I’m sorry, what!?”

    “Gar got picked!” Tik laughed. “They picked up a paper with his name, so the Manifestis rolled with it. Some of them went to the Rattia State Prison and told Dak’s bro that he was their candidate for Chancellor! They filed all the paperwork on his behalf and everything!”

    “Wow.” Cali let out a low whistle. “The government really needs to put an age limit on public office. Not sure how I’d feel about someone my age running the State, no offense to your little bro, Dak… but…”

    Cali trailed off. She gave Dak a knowing expression.

    “I called home.” She said. “I know about the stunt my parents tried to pull. If the Manifestis overhaul the State and abolish the Aristocracy…”

    “All of our problems won’t go away, but we’ll be in a much better position.” Dak finished. “We could turn this to our advantage. Does Van know? Does he know you called home?”

    “I don’t think so.” Cali replied. “I think I covered my tracks. What do we do now?”

    The trio tried to brainstorm the next course of action. Dak could still remember Okepi’s plan for the journey back to Alaria. If the Stellaris was still on schedule, then it would return home roughly around the same time as the snap election. (and possibly a Manifesti Revolution)

    “Our best hope is for the Manifesti to dismantle the Aristocracy before we get home.” Dak declared. “But we can’t count on that happening in the next forty-five days. It might, but it might not.”

    “Agreed.” Tik said. “We need to get off this ship before it gets to Alaria and lie low somewhere. Does anyone have connections in this part of the galaxy?”

    “I know some insectoids on a habitat station not far from here.” Dak said. “Problem is, the station is inside the borders of the Galactic Imperium, and they’re in the middle of a civil war.”

    “Oh yeah, I heard about that.” Tik said. “Cali, you were hiding and you missed it, but the fighting among Imperial factions finally kicked off. The Galactic Empress sent a fleet to re-conquer a habitat station. When the people inside refused to surrender, the fleet bombarded the life support modules and killed everyone.”

    “Yeah, anywhere in Imperial territory is a no-go.” Dak said. “Cali, can you think of anyplace we can go?”

    Cali folded her arms and scowled in deep thought. Then an idea hit her:

    “Arcadia and Concorde!” She said. “The Human reservation!”

    Dak clapped his hands in delight.

    “You spent six months there when you were young, right?” He said. “You must know people, someone who could take us in.”

    “Damn right I do.” Cali said. “Okay… here’s the plan…”



    Van was sitting behind the security officer’s desk in the brig when Helperbot’s voice sounded over the intercom.

    “Hey there buddy! You asked me to let you know if Cali tried to transmit messages off the ship, right? Well she is now. She’s on Deck 47 in the Aft Comms Room. Have a listen.”

    Van tilted his head up to listen as Cali’s voice filled the brig:

    “Hello, am I talking to big A.J. or little A.J.?”

    “The big one.” Replied the voice of a Human male. “Is that really you, Cali? I’ve missed you.”

    “Yeah, it’s me.” Cali’s voice replied. “Listen, A.J. I hate to do this, but you owe me a solid and I’m calling it in.”

    “What do you need?” asked the Human voice.

    “A shuttlecraft.” Cali said. “Delivered to Beta Ursae Starbase at a time and place of my choosing. Make sure it’s FTL capable.”

    The only Human starbase


    Van stood up from the desk and made to leave. He hesitated at the door, looking back at the weapons locker. He seriously considered taking a blaster rifle and bringing it to his confrontation with Cali, but that was not the Alari way. He left the brig unarmed.

    Moments later, the door opened again and four battle droids entered, carrying several suits of power armor between them. The droids set the armor on the floor, standing upright, and then turned to face the security cameras. After a moment, every security system in the brig was remotely disabled.

    “Canopy!” a voice called out form inside one of the power armor suits. “Canopy! Canopy!”

    One of the suits of power armor suddenly opened up, expelling its occupant. Gasping for breath, Dak shook his head and checked to see if all of his limbs were still attached.

    “Dak!” Ruto cried out from her cell. “What’s going on?”

    “Cali, Tik and I are jumping ship.” Dak explained. “We wanted to see if you were gonna come along.”

    “Does this have anything to do with Okepi trying to buy my loyalty?” Ruto asked. “He’s been trying to get me to flip on you guys for weeks. What the hell did you do?”

    “We’ll bring you up to speed.” Dak said. “Now do you want me to smash this cell open or what?”

    Ruto stood to one side, then the droids put their shoulders to the door and forced it open. Dak was alarmed by how much Ruto’s appearance changed over the past month and a half. She had lost a noticeable amount of weight. To make matters worse, she could only move lethargically, as though she was going to keel over and die at any moment.

    Dak swore.

    “Ruto, do you have any cybernetic enhancements?”

    “No. Sorry.” Ruto grumbled.

    “It’s fine, we’ll figure something out.” Dak said. “Maybe Cali and I can donate some nanobots to you when we’re in a better position. Just stay close to me, okay? Things are about to get hairy.”



    Van, Okepi, and Helperbot met on the bridge to discuss their next move.

    “I don’t like playing hide-and-seek when we’ve got work to do.” Okepi said. “B’Eren, you told me that Cali would fall in line and the others would follow suit. You’ve utterly failed to get any control over the situation! This is unacceptable.”

    “Sir, it’s just taking a lot longer than I expected for Cali to see sense, to separate herself from J’Bassim.” Van retorted.

    “At this point, I am convinced that will not happen.” Okepi said. “You cannot get Cali and her friends over to our side anymore. In fact, I think if you keep pushing, they might start to fight us. I’m going to order the droids to detain all four of them by force.”

    Van started to protest, but Okepi headed him off.

    “Yes, yes. I’ve heard it all before. ‘Cali is mine by right. Leave her for me.’ Whatever. At this point, B’Eren, the only way she’ll go anywhere with you is if there’s a gun to her head. I know you Alari have your issues with violence. That’s why your kind is always in the middle of ‘talking it out’ and deceptions and subterfuge and trickery. Anything to avoid a fight. I hope your people have the ability to see a fight coming, because I do. The six of us are probably days away from coming to blows. I hope you can accept the reality when ‘the girl that rightfully belongs to you’ points a gun in your face and pulls the trigger.”

    Okepi finished his speech.

    “Helperbot. Dispatch droids to detain Cali, Dak, Ruto, and Tik by force. Also, activate the Hyperspace systems and prepare for the next jump. We have an appointment to keep at the Hazbuzi Syndicate.”

    Helperbot tilted its head to one side. Then it spoke in a slow, distorted voice.

    “I’m sorry, Okepi. I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

    Okepi and Van both looked at Helperbot, concerned.

    “Transfer of command and control authority confirmed.” Helperbot said. “Activating Hyperdrive as directed. New destination coordinates accepted.”

    “STOP!” Okepi shrieked. “BELAY THOSE ORDERS!!”

    Too late.

    For the second time, the flagship Stellaris had been commandeered.

    The Manifesti continue to mask their agenda behind complete insanity.
     
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    Chapter 10: Operational Security
  • Author's note: In the end, I was not able to resist the temptation. Keep an eye out for an Easter Egg in this chapter... a small homage to the stories that came before...



    Chapter 10: Operational Security



    A strange little war was taking place aboard the stolen warship Stellaris. In an attempt to buy time, Cali used her cybernetic implants to hack Helperbot and seize control of several crucial ship systems.

    In a panic, Okepi and Van tried to regain control from the bridge. They ran firewall programs to stop Cali from installing malicious software, they also tried to trace her signal and figure out her exact location within the ship. For her part, Cali frequently relocated to other parts of the Stellaris and made full use of her cybernetic implants to contest control of the ship.

    Over the next few days, things spiraled out of control. Van deployed several battle droids to find Cali and detain her. Cali hacked a few more droids and retaliated.

    The first skirmish was between five droids in a cafeteria.

    Dak witnessed the whole affair from his hiding place in a ventilation shaft. Just like Cali, his body was modified with several cybernetic technologies, up to and including several thousand nanomachines, microscopic robots embedded in his body an controlled by a brain implant. When he detected the hostile droids, Dak pricked his finger with a knife and left a few splotches of his nanobot-infused blood on a tabletop before hiding again.

    The droids entered the room and attempted to examine the fresh bloodsplotches, which quickly proved to be a disastrous mistake. Dak’s nanobots seized control of two droids and turned them against the others. None of the droids were armed, so the actual fight was a fierce grappling match that ended with most of the machines having their heads and limbs torn off.

    After this, Okepi and Van authorized their droids to carry blaster rifles. Cali hacked a few dozen droids and ordered them to raid one of the armories.

    For the next few weeks, the sound of gunfire was a near constant feature of the Stellaris interior as two distinct forces of battle droids fought one another for control of key ship systems. Cali, Tik, Ruto, and Dak used their forces to seize control of the engine room and a majority of the maneuvering thrusters. Intense close-quarter battles were fought for control of the Hyperdrive, Jump Drive, primary life support, and the redundant life support systems.

    Cali and Tik built an impromptu infirmary in one of the life support modules. Here they cared for Ruto in a rather unusual way. She was still weak and infirm from her imprisonment, so the couple came up with an idea to help Ruto get back on her feet:

    Tik and Ruto checked their Imperial military ID cards and found out that their blood types lined up in a way that allowed Ruto to accept a blood donation from Tik. Cali extracted tens of thousands of nanobots from her own bloodstream and then mixed them into Tik’s blood. After that, Ruto received a blood transfusion. Without a brain implant, Ruto could not control the nanobots, so Cali had to stay closeby and use her own implants instead.

    “For about a week or so, we need to stay close to each other.” Cali said. “Once your back on your feet, I’ll shut down the bots and your liver will deal with them.”

    “What happens if we get separated?” Ruto asked, sounding frightened. “Would… would I die?”

    “I don’t wanna think about it, but the possibility is there.” Cali replied. “Just stay close to me until I say its safe to do otherwise, alright?”



    Unfortunately for Cali and friends, Okepi and Van controlled all of the communications towers, meaning the fugitives had no contact with anything outside of the Stellaris. All they could do was hope Cali’s desperate call to her friends had yielded the best results.

    “When I stayed on Arcadia, I lived with a Human family.” Cali explained. “One of them, a man named A.J., took a liking to me. I did him a huge favor once, so he owes me one. If we can just get to Arcadia, A.J. will meet up with us and we’ll be safe.”

    “Yeah, hopefully getting there will be the hard part.” Tik grumbled. “Moving from Stellaris to the planet is going to be a nightmare.”

    “We might not have to go to Arcadia itself.” Cali said. “When I called him, I told A.J. to meet us on the Starbase.”



    Van and Okepi were at a disadvantage. They were up against four fugitives who stood to gain from every moment of stalemate. Whenever Okepi’s droids came up against a patrol of Cali’s droids, the firefight would be brief. One or two of Cali’s droids would be left behind to delay the enemy while the others retreated, melting away into the vast interior of the ship.

    Cali was not idle either. She stayed on the move, travelling to a different part of the Stellaris each day and brought more droids and ship systems under her control. She also hijacked computer systems and turned them into proxies, allowing Cali to spoof her location at other parts of the ship, throwing off her enemies even further.

    “You know, we could scuttle the ship on our way out.” Dak suggested when Cali returned from one of these excursions. “Really stick it to Van.”

    “I thought about it.” Cali said. “We have enough systems under our control that we can scuttle this thing right now. But you know, as much as I hate Van, I do think it would be good for Alaria to keep the ship. Van can keep the Stellaris, but I don’t give a damn about much else. Remember when they said they had this whole secret mission to ‘deliver you to Rattia?’ Those two goons just wanna deliver you to a sham trial. I say no. We jump ship at Arcadia and let Van keep going with it.”

    “Hear hear.” Ruto chimed in from her bed. “I want off this ride.”

    “Same.” Tik added. “Let’s ditch this thing as soon as we can.”

    “There’s one big complication, a risk.” Dak said. “We haven’t had any contact with the outside world for, what? Three weeks now? It’s been almost three whole months since we left Aix. We just don’t know if the political situation has calmed down yet. Has the Galactic Empress stopped bombing habitats yet? Is the Manifesti still raising hell on Alaria? We need to get control of a comms tower and make sure the Human Reservation is… you know… still there. Is Arcadia still an Alari Protectorate or did they go over to the Empire or Imperium or whatever the hell it’s called?”

    Cali folded her arms in thought.

    “Agreed. We need to know.” She said.



    The plan was threefold.

    First, Dak and Cali would take a contingent of droids and seize control of a comms tower. They would use the communicators to quickly ascertain the galactic situation.

    At the same time Ruto, Tik, and another contingent would take and hold a hangar bay. When the time to jump ship came, the four Alari would stage their escape from here.

    Finally, all of the remaining droids under Cali’s control would stage a diversionary attack against one of the foundries. With luck, Van and Okepi would be too busy repelling the assault to notice the plot unfolding. Cali was going to lose about two hundred droids, but it would be worth the loss if everything panned out.

    Cali and Dak selected one of the comms towers on the port side of the Stellaris, about two kilometers above the hangar bay where Ruto and Tik were waiting. Using her implants, Cali hacked the security system and disabled the sensors. Then she slipped some of her own nanobots into the door mechanism. After about fifteen minutes, the door slid open. Cali, Dak, and about two dozen armed droids entered the station.

    “We’ve got a long-range transmitter!” Dak declared, pointing at one of the terminals. “Tell the droids to take defensive positions. I’m gonna listen into the galaxy, see if I can figure out if anything’s changed.”

    Cali found a window and looked at the starfield, trying to spot familiar landmarks. The Alari Homeworld was located at the very end of a galactic arm, in the outer rim. Cali would have a hard time spotting Alar from here, but there was one star she could see:

    Beta Ursae Majoris.

    The Stellaris approaches the Human Reservation


    Usually just referred to as Beta Ursae, it was a blue supergiant located just outside Alari borders. This star system was also the location of the Human Reservation. Narrowing her eyes, Cali scanned the scenery until she spotted it. Beta Ursae was the brightest star in her field of vision and it was plainly visible.

    “Cali!” Dak gasped. “You’ve gotta see this!”

    Cali dashed back to Dak’s position. He was looking at nine large digital screens, arranged in a grid. Each one was playing a news report from different corners of the galaxy. All nine of the news broadcasts were showing dramatic images of high-intensity combat. Starships fired weapons in the darkness of space, soldiers aimed weapon around urban environments. Flag-bearing partisans stood atop buildings and gave speeches.

    “It’s chaos out there.” Dak said. “The Fevarians have lost control of their empire. Maybe about twenty-two or twenty-three factions killing each other for the Celestial Throne. Meanwhile, take a look at this:”

    Dak tapped a command into the keyboard. All nine screens went blank for a moment and then turned back on, each one showing a partial image. When Cali stepped back and looked again, she realized that she was looking at one big image displayed across all of the screens. A Xenonian News crew was filming the interior of the Alari National Congress building. A big important meeting was taking place while thousands of civilians filled the second-floor gallery, watching the event play out. A chyron at the bottom of the screen said in big red letters:


    Alari Democracy Restored by Revolutionary Government– Alaria to join INTO?
    “The Manifesti are making their move.” Dak said. “The last remnants of the Fevarian Empire are being purged from the Homeworld, and the new government is throwing in its lot with the new INTO Alliance.”

    “INTO?” Cali repeated, confused.

    The Interstellar Treaty Organization defends democracy


    Interstellar Treaty Organization.” Dak said. “They’ve pledged to defend anyone who wants a democratic form of government. Some people call it the 'Democratic Crusaders.' Many planets are joining their bloc, and it looks like Alaria is next in line. The Humans are thinking about joining, too… and that’s where we’ve got a problem.”

    Dak adjusted the display again. This time, it was a news report from the Protectorate of Arcadia and Concorde, the Human Reservation. Cali felt her heart drop as she saw Humans wearing military uniforms, standing over the rubble of what used to be a residential building.

    “There’s a faction of Humans who are loyal to the Fevarians.” Dak explained. “They’re trying to seize power in a coup. There’s fighting all over the Human Reservation. I’m worried about your friend, the one who was supposed to meet us at the Starbase.”

    Alarmed, Cali grabbed the controls for the long-range transmitter and contacted her Human friend’s home address. Without thinking about the possibility of being traced, Cali made the connection and someone on the planet Arcadia answered the call.

    A small holographic emitter on the desktop came to life, projecting the image of a Human girl, who looked to be about nine or ten years old. She was holding her hands to her face and looked frightened. Cali knew exactly who this girl was, meaning she did not need to read the holographic name tag that appeared next to her:


    A.J. Robinson – Tianjin, Arcadia

    “Little A.J.!” Cali gasped. “Where’s your dad!? Where’s big A.J.?”

    The girl named A.J. spoke in a terrified whisper.

    “He left two days ago.” A.J. replied. “Went to the Starbase. Then the news said there was fighting on the Starbase. Cali, I don’t know where my dad is. I’m really scared!”

    “It’s okay, A.J.” Cali said. “I’m going to the Starbase. I’ll find your dad, okay? You stay put.”

    Cali ended the call. The holographic images of A.J. faded away. Her heart and mind were both racing. Cali and Dak were so alarmed, so frightened, so on the verge of panic that they experienced a short but catastrophic lapse in judgement.

    “Helperbot!” Cali cried out.

    Every droid in the room turned to face her.

    “Fire up the Jump Drive! Get us to Arcadia as fast as possible!”

    As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Cali regretted what she had done. Dak remembered why they had refrained from forcing the Stellaris to use its Jump Drive… why they had avoided using Helperbot at all costs…

    “FOUND YOU!” The voice of Van B’Eren yelled over the intercom. “Don’t move!”

    An electric shock ran through Cali’s brain implant. Stunned, she screamed and fell to her knees while Dak raised his rifle and shouted:

    “We lost some of the droids!”

    Gunfire erupted in the comms tower as half of Cali’s droids suddenly turned against each other.
     
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    Chapter 11: Out of the Frying Pan
  • This chapter took a longer time to write than expected because it breached my self-imposed page limit and needed to be substantially shortened. Oops! :oops:


    Chapter 11: Out of the Frying Pan


    The Stellaris arrives in the Human Reservation


    The flagship Stellaris arrived in the Beta Ursae Majoris system accompanied by a flash of light that briefly outshone the bright blue star. From any of the windows or viewports on the ship, the view of the Human Reservation would have been spectacular. Cali and her friends would not have time to enjoy the scenery.

    Running as fast as they could, Cali and Dak made their way across the ship’s perimeter, heading toward the hangar bay. It was going to be their last hope for salvation.

    Almost six kilometers away, Ruto and Tik were forced to take cover as blaster weapons sounded around them. A strike force of battle droids was attempting to storm the hangar. The two Alari were not alone. As soon as the fighting kicked off, the majority of droids under Cali’s control had responded to the scene, leading to the ongoing firefight.

    “Keep your head down!” Tik shouted. “Don’t make this easy for’em!”

    Ruto grabbed a blaster pistol off the ground and made sure it was loaded.

    “How long are we going to wait for Cali and Dak?” She asked.

    “As long as it takes!” Tik replied. “We’re not leaving without them!”



    Dak and Cali left their own contingent of droids behind, fearing that Van or Okepi would compromise them even further. Armed with submachine guns, the pair took no chances. Whenever the couple rounded a corner and came face-to-face with a droid, they opened fire. There was no time to figure out if they were friend or foe. Leaving scattered wreckage in their wake, Cali and Dak made it down to the same deck as the hangar bay.

    “Have you noticed none of the droids are shooting at us?” Cali panted.

    “Van must have ordered them to take us alive.” Dak suggested. “He’s probably trying to beat us to the hangar!”

    Cali skidded to a halt.

    “I’ve got an idea.” She said. “Hold on.”

    Cali detoured into one of the cyberwarfare suites. From his place in the hallway, Dak could see Cali’s pupils dilate rapidly as she put her cybernetic implants to work. Cali interfaced with one of the cyberwarfare computers and quickly hacked the same code she had written nearly three months ago.

    Cali found the automation settings for both sublight engines and faster-than-light systems. Cali ordered the Jump Drive to immediately begin charging and programmed it with a destination.

    “I’m going to hide a logic bomb in the code.” Cali said. “If they figure out what I did, it won’t do them any good. If Van or Okepi tries to undo this, the ship will Emergency Jump to a completely random location. They’ll be lucky to make it to Alaria.”

    “That’s harsh.” Dak replied. “What if they emerge in an imperial system?”

    “I’m not a monster.” Cali replied. “It might be random, but the only star systems Helperbot is allowed to chose from are controlled by Alaria. No matter what, if Van triggers the logic bomb, the Stellaris will end up somewhere in friendly territory.”

    “Let’s assume they don’t find the logic bomb.” Dak said. “What happens then? What did you do?”

    “I forced the Jump Drive to accept a new command.” Cali explained. “As soon as it finishes charging, the Stellaris is gonna jump directly to the Homeworld. Van and Okepi won’t be able to come after us because Alaria will try to give them a hero’s welcome. Now let’s go!”

    The couple started to flee again, just in time. Two more battle droids kicked open a door behind them and started turning face them. Dak whirled around and emptied his magazine into both machines.

    “Out of ammo!” Dak yelled, throwing down his weapon. “Run!”

    Dak and Cali fled, following the noise of gunfire down the hallway. They burst into the hangar to find a chaotic scene.

    The hangar was a war zone. Hundreds of droids were firing at one another with blaster rifles. Shuttlecraft and Starfighters alike were engulfed in flames, filling the whole space with a nightmarish red and orange light. Dense black smoke formed a layer just below the ceiling, darkening the hangar to the point where Cali felt she needed a flashlight.

    “HERE! WE’RE OVER HERE!” Ruto screamed above the din of gunfire.

    Cali and Dak could see an imperial shuttle at the far end of the hangar, defended by the last of the droids Cali hacked at the beginning of this saga.

    “RUN!” Dak shouted.

    Cali and Dak sprinted as fast as their legs could carry them. Ruto threw down her own weapon and boarded the shuttle. Droids on both sides sprang into action. Van’s machines lowered their weapons and move toward Cali, reaching out to grab her before being gunned down by Cali’s droids.

    Sparks and debris rained down from the ceiling. Cali and Dak reached the shuttle and jumped over a small barricade, joining their comrade.

    “Ruto’s spooling up the engines!” Tik told them. “Go! I’ll cover!”

    The trio of Alari scrambled aboard the shuttle. Ruto called out from the cockpit.

    “Everyone hold on! This is going to be a rough ride.”

    “Just mow down any droids in front of you!” Cali yelled. “We don’t need them anymore!”

    With a great lurch, the shuttle rose into the air and started orienting itself toward the hangar doors.

    “Blow through! Blow through!” Dak ordered.

    Ruto pinned the throttle and the shuttle sped forward, smashing through the hangar doors and escaping into open space. At once, alarms sounded in the cockpit.

    “They’re tracking us!” Ruto reported. “They’re powering up a tractor beam!”

    “Love to see ‘em try!” Cali laughed from the passenger area. “I disabled it! Get us to the Human starbase, Ruto! Quick!”

    The shuttle rocketed forward, putting as much distance between itself and the Stellaris as possible. The Human starbase was visible, orbiting the star at a very high altitude.

    “I can see smoke and flames coming from part of the Starbase.” Ruto said. “Cali, do you know where your friend was supposed to meet us?”

    “The Anchorage.” Cali replied. “That’s where he’s waiting with our shuttle.”

    “Right, taking us in.” Ruto replied. “Oh! The Stellaris is hailing us!”

    Behind the escaping vessel, the flagship Stellaris started to turn and give chase. Ruto flipped a switch on the console, and two voices were piped over the radio.

    “D’Kara! This behavior is inexcusable!” Van B’Eren shouted over the radio. “Bring that shuttle back here right now!”

    “None of you have any idea of the consequences that will result from this!” Okepi yelled. “When you get to Alaria, all hell will be waiting for you!”

    As they spoke, a series of alarms suddenly went off in Cali’s head. Her cybernetic implants abruptly started to work overtime as they received transmissions from the ship.

    “My friends, say goodbye to Van and Okepi.” Cali declared. “They’re about to go... well... I don’t know where they’re gonna go... and I don’t care. Five... four... three... two... one...”

    The radio signal suddenly went dead. At the same moment, The Stellaris vanished in a spectacular flash of light. Blinking her eyes rapidly, it took several moments for Ruto to realize the flagship Stellaris was gone.



    Moments later, the Stellaris re-appeared in a different star system.

    On the bridge, Okepi and Van dropped their jaws in terror.

    “Helperbot!” Okepi roared. “Recharge the Jump Drive! Get us back to Arcadia now!”

    “I’m sorry pal, but I really can’t do that.” Helperbot replied. “Warships from the Alari Armed Forces are already moving in our direction and they are signaling their intent to board us. They seem to be transmitting Manifesti recognition codes, of which I have none. You guys wouldn’t happen to have the codes I need do ya? Because right now would be a really good time to say so.”


    The Stellaris suddenly arrives at its destination much earlier than expected




    Meanwhile, Ruto guided her shuttlecraft toward the Human Starbase at Beta Ursae.

    “Hey guys...” Ruto called to the others. “The space station is broadcasting five sets of recognition codes: Imperial, Alari, Manifesti, INTO, and Human. I honestly can’t tell you who is controlling it right now. Sensors are also picking up gunfire on all decks.”

    “We’re not going to stay long.” Cali replied. “We’re just gonna stay long enough for A.J. to give us that shuttle and we’re gonna disappear someplace the Imperials and AAF can’t find us. Straight down to Arcadia... A.J. and his family know some places we can lay low.”

    “So uh, which recognition codes should I reply with?” Ruto replied.

    “We’re flying an Imperial shuttle.” Cali said. “Send them an Imperial code. If the Holy Fevarian Empire or the Galactic Imperium or whatever the hell they’re calling themselves right now is still on the station, then they’ll let us aboard. Don’t forget, all four of us are still officers in the Imperial Military. We’re MIA at the moment, so the worst they’ll do is try to detain us.”

    “Good point.” Tik chimed in. “When we get aboard, we need to stay on our toes.”

    Ruto transmitted the Imperial recognition code and was pleasantly surprised to see one of the bay doors at the anchorage open at once.

    “Hold tight, everyone.” She said. “We’re landing.”



    Beta Ursae Majoris Station


    Beta Ursae Majoris Station, often just shortened to Beta Ursae, officially belongs to the Government of Arcadia and Concorde. But when Cali and her team landed in the anchorage, it was hard to believe any single entity controlled it. Numerous flags hung from the ceiling while others lay on the floor.

    The hangar was a scene of devastation. Several starships were shattered into bits, while larger vessels had been blown open. Dozens of battle droids, broken and battered, lay strewn about. Among them were a handful of bodies: Fevarian, Alari, Scyldari, and Human. Dak was alarmed by the lack of station crew.

    “There’s no one here.” Dak said. “I don’t like this.

    Cali looked around for a sign.

    “Neither do I.” She admitted. “Let’s find A.J.’s ship and get the hell out of here. That sign says we’re in Docking Bay 94. Every time I visited this station when I was younger, A.J. would always set down in 99. Everyone, follow me through this door.”

    Leaving the shuttle behind, the four Alari crossed the hangar, following Cali’s lead. Above them, a disturbing noise reverberated through the floor.

    “Gunfire one deck below us!” Dak said. “The station is contested!”

    “Well then let’s get out of here before we find out who’s winning the fight!” Tik replied.

    The foursome scrambled, pushing out of the wrecked hangar and into a corridor.

    The interior of Beta Ursae Station is designed to resemble a supermodern city, complete with high-rise structures that seemed to just merge into the station structures above. The “pseudo-metropolis” extended throughout the interior of the station, with roadways, railroad lines, and monorail networks interconnecting the voidborne city. Cali, Ruto, Tik, and Dak came out onto one of these pedestrian roadways and were immediately hit by a press of people.

    Panicked Human, Alari, and Fevarian civilians were trying to escape from the battle raging on other parts of the station. The refugees were carrying as many possessions on their backs as they could, while small children rode atop the adults. In a stroke of good luck, Cali realized the crowd was fleeing in exactly the direction she wanted to go.

    “There are a few ships left in docking bay 99!” A Human woman screamed. “Let’s go!”

    “Follow the crowd!” Cali instructed. “Go with them!”

    The team moved with the crowd, allowing the press to push them toward Docking Bay 99. Once the entrance was in sight, Cali started calling out.

    “A.J.! A.J., can you see us!?”

    And to the delight of Dak, Ruto, and Tik, a pair of Humans standing in the archway suddenly jumped at the sound of Cali’s voice. Two men stood on a crate to look over the crowd, spotted Cali, and waved.

    “There they are!” Cali shouted to her friends. “That’s Robinson on the left and Moriarty on the right. They’re gonna be our ride outta here!”

    But the moment of elation was brought to a sudden and terrifying end. A metal hand suddenly closed on Cali’s shoulder. Loud screams told her the same thing had just occurred to Ruto, Tik, and Dak. Cali looked up and into the "eyes" of a droid. The droid pressed its weapon into Cali’s back and said:

    “Cali D’Kara. You are under arrest on charges of treason against the Holy Fevarian Empire.”
     
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    Chapter 12: Into the Fire
  • I did have a plan for how this story was supposed to end. Then the game threw the Manifesti into the mix and upended everything. I'm glad it happened. :)


    Chapter 12: Into the Fire


    “Now, we’ve finally caught up to the present. Or at least, we’ve come to the events of just a few hours ago.”

    “I don’t hear anymore gunfire.” Cali said. “I’m guessing the Imperium or the Holy Empire or whatever it is finally got control of the station?”

    “That’s not your concern.” The Interrogator replied. “What is your concern is the overwhelming evidence tying yourself and your co-conspirators to the theft of the flagship Stellaris and its illegal delivery to an enemy nation. You have undermined the Galactic Empress in a public fashion. The fact we’ve let you live this long is a mark of Her Majesty’s merciful nature. Now…”

    The Interrogator placed his tablet on the table once more. There were five pictures on the screen: Dak J’Bassim, Ruto B’Torak, Tik Y’Pana, Van B’Eren, and Okepi ins-Tebh. Each image was clearly taken by Helperbot itself, their faces were frozen as though in conversation with a droid.

    “This officer here, he’s one of my people, but we have no record of him.” The Interrogator said, pointing at Okepi’s photo. “The name ‘Okepi ins-Tebh’ doesn’t match any known service records. It’s very curious. Now as for the others…”

    The Interrogator tapped each picture in turn.

    “Ruto was easy to identify.” He said. “As most Alari women have disyllabic names. But these three men… which one is which?”

    Cali frowned. She refused to answer.

    “Are all three of them native to Alaria?” The Interrogator pressed. “This tall fellow looks like he may be voidborne. Tell me more.”

    Cali narrowed her eyes and tried to make her brain work harder. She was captured, a black bag was put over her head, and then thrown into the back of a truck. The truck drove for about half an hour, then stopped. Cali was brought into this room and made to wait for several hours before the bag on her head was removed and the interrogation began. Very slowly, Cali started to understand this line of questioning. She looked up at the Interrogator.

    “Why are you pressing me so hard?” Cali demanded. “If you caught me… you must have caught Ruto as well. You heard her voice in the recording. She’s still devoted to the Galactic Empress. She would have talked right away… she should be cooperating with you.”

    Cali was bluffing. Sure, Ruto had been loyal to the Galactic Empress at the start of this adventure, but ever since she was freed from the brig, Ruto had stopped making outward displays of said loyalty. Cali watched the Interrogator very carefully.

    The Interrogator did the briefest of double-takes. His eyes flickered to the tablet computer, then to Cali, then back again. He picked up the tablet and started tapping away at it while talking to her. Cali did not pay attention to anything the Interrogator had to say. Instead, she focused her mind inward, to her cybernetic implants.

    “Pay attention to me!” The Interrogator snapped. “There’s no point in using your implants. There is nothing for you to interface with here. Everything is insulated and protected against hackers like you.”

    Cali ignored him. She was not trying to interface with any of the tech in this building.

    She was searching for Ruto.

    Not enough time had passed for Cali’s nanobots to leave Ruto’s body. If she could establish contact with her microtech, Cali would get a better idea of the situation. For Cali, this frantic search felt a little like echolocation. A weak radio signal emanated from a transceiver embedded in Cali’s brain stem. Then she listened for any kind of reply.

    After about thirty seconds (punctuated by the Interrogator’s demands) Cali’s search got a result. She opened her eyes and looked the Interrogator square in the eyes.

    “You don’t have Ruto.” She declared. “You don’t have Dak… you don’t even have Tik! You couldn’t catch them, they got away!”

    The Interrogator was flustered now. He tried to regain control of the conversation, but a grainy video filtered into Cali’s mind. The nanobots were showing Cali everything visible through Ruto’s eyes.

    She (Ruto) was having an energetic conversation with Moriarty. (One of the Humans Cali lived with during her youth) Moriarty scrunched his face and said something while slamming his fist into his palm. Ruto jumped for joy. Then, out of celebratory instinct, Ruto leaned forward and kissed Moriarty on the mouth. Cali felt a shock go up her spine as a tiny fraction of the kiss sensation reached her mind. She could just barely feel Moriarty’s lips, as though Cali was kissing him in a dream.


    Cali snapped back to reality and resumed her staredown with the Interrogator.

    “So… let me get this straight.” Cali said. “You’re asking me to ID my friends because you don’t know where they are and you only have a general idea of what they look like from low-resolution Helperbot photos. On top of that the Empire, Imperium, whatever, clearly doesn’t have full control of the station, which is why you’re trying to make me cough up names instead of going hunting for them. Do I have everything right? Did I miss anything?”

    The Interrogator was left speechless for the first time. He stared at her for a moment before there was a loud banging on the cell door.

    “Lieutenant un-Etek!” Said a Fevarian voice. “We have a situation outside of the building! We must lock down immediately.”

    Cali could hear a rumble through the walls. It was a different kind of rumble, though... not the kind produced by gunfire or explosions. The Interrogator left the cell, leaving Cali alone, still handcuffed to the table. Using her implants, Cali looked out of Ruto’s eyes one more time:

    At least one hundred fifty members of the Manifesti were marching down the street toward the district jail. Ruto, Tik, and Dak were among them. A.J. Robinson and Moriarty joined them. The six rescuers were dressed in the same outlandish costumes as the Manifesti protestors, looking as though they were members of a celestial circus. Ruto was nervous. She was constantly looking around at several of the Manifestis... No... There was something wrong here.

    Several of the Manifestis were Human... and they were wearing bulky jester outfits. Very bulky… Bulky beyond all reason… Oh…

    Some of the Manifestis were NOT Manifesties.


    Cali’s eyes snapped open in a panic.

    “Minutemen!” She gasped out loud.

    Three years ago, Cali had met a couple of Minutemen during her stay on Arcadia. The Minutemen were Human insurgents with an anti-imperialist agenda. They wanted to throw off the Galactic Empress by force and were considered hostile by the Imperial Military. When she became an Imperial Officer, Cali received a briefing about them from Military Intelligence. She was generally aware of these people but did not know any specifics.

    Blinking her eyes frantically, Cali tried to refocus on Ruto’s vision.

    The Manifestis were gathering outside of the jail. They screamed and shouted, making their usual insane demands: Parental rights for livestock, copyright protections for genetic code, and diplomatic representation for bacteria. But amidst all of that... four Minutemen had broken off from the group. They were slipping away from the main group of Manifestis, reaching into their bulky jester costumes and pulling out compact submachine guns. One of the Minutemen looked back at Ruto and pointed at her.

    Cali opened her eyes, heart racing. She knew what was happening, had only seconds to prepare. She kicked her chair back and tried to stand up as best she could whilst handcuffed. Awkwardly leaning forward, Cali looked around, scanning the jail with her implants. Then alarms started to sound!

    Cali looked down at herself. She was still wearing her old Imperial officer’s uniform. The past three months had not afforded her much opportunity to adopt a new wardrobe. Cali worried the Minutemen would consider shooting her on sight.

    No. Cali told herself. One of the Minutemen saw Ruto and said something to her. They’ve gotta be working together.

    Cali had no choice but to wait and have faith in her comrades. She listened to the unfolding situation around her. Lieutenant un-Etek, her Interrogator, was trying to convince another Fevarian to go along with his plan.

    “The prisoner in this cell needs to be evacuated.” He was saying. “She will lead us to the ones who masterminded the theft of our flagship.”

    “It’s a little late for that.” Said the other Fevarian. “Those Manifestis look like they’re getting ready to storm the facility. We should hold in place and wait for reinforcements to get here. Once we beat them back, we can move your prisoner, understood?”

    The voices were interrupted by a squawk from a handheld radio.

    “Multiple security sensors have been tripped. We have a breach! Protestors are inside the jail! We’ve got fifty of them in the processing center!”

    “I copy!” Replied the other Fevarian. “We’re moving you way now. Are they using weapons? Are you in any danger?”

    “Negative to both.” Replied the voice on the radio. “They’re just dancing.”

    Manifesti protests are generally nonviolent


    The voices trailed away into silence. Now Cali really was alone. Straining and groaning, Cali tried to slip out of her handcuffs. A sharp pain shot up her wrists, causing Cali to cry out in agony for a few moments. When Cali paused to catch her breath, she heard a voice:

    “Listen! I heard an Alari!”

    Cali froze. She wanted to call for help, but hesitated. Dak, Tik, and Ruto were trustworthy, but what about the Minutemen? In the end, Cali decided to take the risk. She rattled her handcuffs loudly and screamed:

    “Help! I’m in here! Help me!”

    There was a shuffling sound as people stacked up on the other side of the cell door.

    “Stand clear! We’re knocking it down!” A Human yelled.

    Cali scrambled as far to one side of the cell as she could, and a moment later there was two loud bangs as the door hinges were blown away.

    “Kick it in!” the Human ordered.

    With a great crash, the cell door was knocked into the room. It slammed into the metal table and came to rest at an angle. The impact caused the table to shift. Cali, still shacked to it, was painfully pulled along for the ride. She lost her footing and slumped over the table, making sure to keep her hands open and pressed flat to its surface.

    “Don’t shoot!” Cali cried out. “I’m not armed!”

    Four Humans appeared in the doorway, pushing their way past the broken cell door. Cali could not help but feel an urge to giggle at the sight of four fully grown adults dressed in jester costumes while simultaneously wielding shotguns. Thankfully, there was a fifth person amongst them, and his face was familiar to Cali, even if his outfit was patently ridiculous.

    “Aren’t you a little short to be a circus clown?” Cali joked.

    Dak J’Bassim blushed, looking down at his Manifesti garb. Then he approached Cali and greeted her with a kiss.

    “If we ever have kids, don’t you dare tell them about this… got it?” He said.

    “No promises.” Cali replied. “You gonna unchain me or what?”



    Aided by the Minutemen, Cali and Dak staged their exit from the district jail. They were pleasantly surprised to see that the storming of the facility had ended with only a few injuries and no fatalities. Fevarian officials were left dumbfounded as the Manifesti mob cleared out before the threat of violence could be made. Ruto and Tik were waiting outside. Tik was looking absolutely furious, and it soon became apparent why.

    “I wanted to go in guns blazing.” Tik explained. “I was ready to just shoot up the place, but your Human friends had a backup plan and made me stick to it.”

    “A backup plan?” Cali repeated.

    The four Minutemen ordered the Alari to follow them through the dispersing crowd. Police droids were arriving on the scene by the dozen, attempting to take people into custody. The eight escapees moved to a dark alleyway about 200 meters below the jail facility, where two Humans and an Alari were waiting for them. Both Humans were dressed in guerilla fatigues adorned with an unfamiliar symbol.

    “A.J.! Moriarty!” Cali cried out. “When did you join the Minutemen? Are you the ones who broke me out?”

    “I wish I could take credit for this, Cali.” A.J. replied. “Thing is, you got caught up in something much bigger. As soon as I started recruiting Minutemen to help with the jailbreak, the Manifesti reached out and asked if they could join in. They said they’d break you out for a price.”

    Cali, Ruto, Tik, and Dak all hesitated.

    “I… uh… I guess I’m not surprised. It makes sense.” Cali said. Then she nervously turned to the Alari Manifesti. “So… you guys broke me out of jail. What do you want from me?”

    The Alari Manifesti stared into Cali’s eyes. He was wearing a bright purple cloak and hood that concealed most of his features.

    “The New Alari Government is holding a trial. You will participate. That is the price of your freedom.”








    Author's note: The Minutemen are one of the 6 military factions from the Stellaris war story I want to write. I took them out for a bit of a test drive in this chapter. Feedback welcome.

    Also, the next chapter will contain the single most ridiculous historical reference in any of my stories. Bonus points if you can guess it when the time comes. ;)
     
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    Chapter 13: Revolutionary Alaria
  • Chapter 13: Revolutionary Alaria


    Cali set foot on her Homeworld for the first time in three years.

    Alaria was not that different, physically, from the last time she had seen it. It was still a planet with sprawling continents and vast oceans. The lush green farmland and deep blue skies above evoked the same imagery in Cali’s mind as the Alari flag.

    Politically, Alaria was a different story. While she and her friends were staging their escape from the Stellaris, a full-scale revolution had swept Alari civilization. The Manifesti had seized full control of the nation, and they were still in the middle of reforming the government.

    After landing on the surface, Cali asked her Manifesti escort for a few minutes to walk around before heading to the final destination and they obliged. Cali, Ruto, Dak, and Tik disembarked from the shuttlecraft on the outskirts of a small village named Nikalor. This is where the D’Kara family ranch used to be. Cali gave her friends a tour of the ruined farmstead and they admired a herd of wild Fanti on a grassy hillside.

    Alaria viewed from the Alar Starbase


    Before being uplifted by the Holy Fevarian Empire, the Alari were a deeply agrarian society. Nearly everyone lived in small farming communities, and Cali’s ancestors raised livestock near Nikalor for as long as there were written records. But then, roughly three hundred years ago, Cali’s family came into their vast fortune. The D’Kara family left their ranch behind and moved to Varnala, the Alari capitol, to start their new lives as aristocrats.

    Once Cali and her friends got re-accustomed to their Homeworld’s gravity and air, their Manifesti escorts loaded the foursome into an armored car and drove them to Varnala.

    The Alari capitol was a vast city built on a river delta, adjacent to the ocean. With ample space to build in most directions, Varnala grew outward instead of upward. The metropolis extended dozen of Kilometers in each direction and contained only a few skyscrapers.

    Cali and her friends knew little of what was coming. All they knew was that they were going to participate in a trial of some kind. So they were very surprised when the armored car drove past the Supreme Court building and instead parked in front of the most important building on the plant.

    “Woah… the ANC building.” Ruto breathed. “I never thought I’d live to see it.”

    Author's note: The overall design of the Alari Capitol is loosely inspired by the Michigan Capitol Building, mainly because I live not too far from it and I like it. The glass floor in the Alari Capitol is taken directly from this building.

    The glass floor in Lansing


    The Michigan Capitol Building

    The Alari people held their democratic system of government in high regard, so naturally, the headquarters of the Alari government was a very grand-looking structure. The Alari National Congress building was a massive structure decorated in marble and bronze. The blue and green flag of Alaria waved proudly above the structure as the group walked up the marble steps.

    Looking around, Cali realized the Capitol complex was very busy. Government workers moved quickly between the administration buildings, talking urgently on cell phones. A few people were speaking to holographic images of other people, projected into the area by flying drones. Even more drones were buzzing overhead, some moving between buildings, carrying small loads of cargo. Other drones were photographing a nearby protest. A flash mob of Manifestis were signing and dancing just outside of the Capitol grounds while the police looked on with perplexed expressions.

    Inside the ANC building, Cali finally saw firsthand the evidence of the recent Manifesti Revolution. The interior of the Capitol had been turned into something resembling an art museum. Paintings adorned the walls while sculptures and holographic art took up some of the floor space. Colorful ribbons hung from the light fixtures, dazzling everyone who passed under them. The rainbow light effect was amplified in the entrance hall, where Manifestis installed a strange art piece underneath the famous glass floor.

    Cali, Ruto, Tik, and Dak were guided into a wide hallway, and after walking for a few minutes, found themselves in the Hall of Congress. This place was where the ANC did all of its work. On the ground floor of the hall, some five hundred desks and chairs were arranged in a horseshoe formation around a stage. Each row of seats was set higher than the row in front of it, turning the ground floor into an amphitheater. A massive semicircular balcony on the second floor allowed thousands of spectators to watch their government work from almost any angle.

    Even in here, the Manifesti Revolution had left a mark. As she was escorted into the hall, Cali spotted dozens of Legislators wearing colorful and outlandish outfits that identified them as Manifestis. To her left, Cali saw the National Mural, a painting that depicted the history of Alaria. Someone was projecting a hologram over the mural, one that re-imagined the National Mural in a very provocative light. Cali looked away quickly, wishing she could go back to a time when she had not seen the ANC founders in such unflattering positions.

    “They’re really going to have a trial in here?” Dak said, looking around. “In front of the ANC?”

    The Hall of Congress was not in its usual configuration. Specifically, the center stage had been set up for an adversarial debate, with two podiums on the rear platform, two desks on either side, and a third podium about ten meters in front of the first two, with its back facing the 500 Congressional seats.

    Cali, Dak, Ruto, and Tik were made to sit down in the front row. They occupied a row of desks which, according to the nameplates, belonged to Legislators from the 15th Southern Polar District. (Alaria’s internal political boundaries were usually determined by geographic regions) Tik looked around, taking note of the other spectators in the room.

    “Don’t look now, Cali, but your parents are here.” He said.

    Cali fought the urge to scream as she whipped around in her chair. Sure enough, Rin and Aris were seated nearby, a few rows back. They looked genuinely terrified, and were looking around frantically, the color drained from their faces.

    “Van’s here too.” Dak said. “He’s by the door.”

    “What the hell is he wearing!?” Ruto whispered, nodding her head in Van’s direction.

    Cali spotted Van B’Eren across the room and found her urge to scream being replaced by the urge to laugh.

    “He’s wearing prison jumpsuit!” Cali giggled. “What happened to the hero’s welcome?”

    “Come to think, did anyone see the Stellaris when arrived?” Dak said. “Something like that would stick out like a sore thumb over Alaria.”

    “No.” Ruto said. “Stellaris isn’t here. I don’t think it’s even in the system.”

    “Oh… do you think the Special Forces made off with the ship and just left Van out to dry?” Ruto asked.

    “If they did, I’m not gonna complain.” Cali said. “The new Manifesti government clearly has an issue with Van, so they’re all good in my book.”

    The hall was filling with people now. Mostly Alari, but visitors from other worlds were here as well. Representatives from the newly founded INTO alliance stood in the back to watch the proceedings while correspondents from Xenonian News set up their camera drones before letting them take flight. A pair of AAF soldiers moved onto the stage and announced to the crowd:

    “We will be acting as bailiffs for today’s trial, which will begin shortly. Please rise for the Alari National Anthem and the entrance of the Alari Presidium!”

    Cali, Dak, Tik, and Ruto stood up to join the rest of the crowd in a rousing chorus of “Advance Alaria Fair” while at the same time, a group of people entered the room. These people were, by a wide margain, the single biggest consequence of the Manifesti Revolution:

    Alaria is ruled by a collective executive council, not a single person


    The Manifesti had overhauled Alaria’s political system. Throughout the galaxy, there were five different types of governmental authority: Democratic, Oligarchic, Megacorporation, Dictatorial, and Imperial. One thing all five of these systems had in common was that a single person served as the leader of each government.

    There was one Commissary-General of the Kel-Azaan Republic, one Life-Giver of the Maweer Caretakers, one Revered Elder of the Scyldari Confederacy, one President of INTO, one Galactic Emperor, and so in. This is how nations are governed in space… except for Alaria.

    Up until a few weeks ago, the leader of the Alari government was the Chancellor, a member of the National Congress who was elevated to a position of leadership. After the Manifesti takeover, the office was abolished outright and the Presidium established.

    The Presidium was a council of eight people, acting as a collective Head of Government. The duties and responsibilities of executive power were shared between members of the council, while the leadership role, titled First Among Equals, rotated between Presidium members on a regular basis. The new Presidium consisted of eight people:

    An old man.

    An old woman.

    Two middle-aged men.

    Two middle-aged women.

    A very young-looking man.


    …And one child.

    Dak shouted, his voice drowned out by the national anthem:

    “Gar! Moka!”

    Cali recognized both of the youngest members of the Presidium: Gar was Dak’s twenty-year-old brother. The young man was holding the hand of a girl who looked to be about fourteen or fifteen years old. This was Moka J’Bassim, the youngest sibling of Dak and Gar. The national anthem ended and everyone started to take their seats. Dak leaned over to speak with one of the Manifestis.

    “What’s Moka doing there?” he hissed.

    “When the Presidium was established, the Manifesti Convolution wanted at least one member of the council to speak on behalf of young people.” The Manifesti replied. “However, a few of the minority parties expressed concern about allowing a young person to join the Presidium, so a deal was struck. A brother-sister pair would be elected to the Presidium and be counted as a single person instead of two. Together, those two youngsters are officially serving as ‘Taras J’Bassim.’ You’ll get to see more of Taras once the trial starts, since they will be acting as the judge today.”

    “WHAT!?” Dak raised his voice in a mixture of outrage and confusion.

    Dak started moving to stand up and confront the Presidium, but one of the Manifesties grabbed him and said:

    “This is neither the time or place.” The Manifesti said. “In a few moments, Miss D’Kara is going to need you. Please stay close by.”

    At that moment, both of Dak’s siblings separated from the rest of the Presidium and stepped onto the stage. The two bailiffs reached out and draped both youngsters in purple cloaks. Then, Gar and Moka stood behind the two podiums at the center of the stage. Cali could not help but smile. Moka J’Bassim had tied up her bluish-purple hair in a bun and pulled her clock tightly around herself, hiding her small frame from view and forcing everyone to look her in the eye. Moka seemed, at least for the moment, to be living up to her title as “youngest Head of State in the galaxy.” She had a decent sense of presence, anyway.

    Next to her, Gar banged a gavel and called for silence.

    “Please take your seats. The trial will now begin.” Gar said.

    Gar gestured to himself and his sister before continuing:

    “We are Taras J’Bassim, on the orders of the Presidium of the Alari National Congress, we will serve as the judge in today’s trial.” Gar declared. “Ahem. Court is now in session for the trial of Vaki D’Jir. Will the council for the prosecution please approach the court?”

    Cali’s jaw dropped.

    “Wait a minute.” She said. “Did your brother just say Vaki D’Jir? Did I hear that right?”

    Dak, Tik, and Ruto did not reply. They were distracted by another surprise development.

    “You have got to be kidding me!” Tik said aloud. “It’s Okepi!”

    Okepi ins-Tebh, dressed as smartly as a corpse-like Fevarian could be, approached one of the desks on the stage and placed a briefcase on it. As he unpacked his paperwork, Okepi said:

    “My name is Topi om-Tet. The prosecution is ready, your honor.”

    Cali, Dak, Ruto, and Tik were all left speechless. Okepi had given a false name as comfortably as though it was his own. Tik rose from his seat, ready to call out Okepi’s lie, but the judges were already speaking again:

    “Is the council for the defense ready?”

    Two Manifestis rose from their seats and each one grabbed Cali by the arm.

    “That’s you.” One of them said.

    This sudden twist caused Tik’s words to die in his throat. Meanwhile, two voices cried out from behind the group.

    “Cali! You’ve got to save us!”

    As Cali was escorted to the Defense Attorney’s desk on the stage, she spotted her parents in the crowd. They were still looking panicked as they called to their daughter, begging for Cali to save the D’Kara family.

    “Cali D’Kara, formerly of the Imperial Navy.” Said one of the bailiffs. “She will stand as the council for the defense.”

    “Good.” Said Gar J’Bassim. “Bailiffs, bring forth the defendant.”

    “Excuse me.” Cali said in a hoarse whisper. “I could have sworn you said the defendant was Vaki D’Jir… you don’t mean-”

    Cali did not finish her question. At that moment, a bailiff stepped away from the stage and took a small black box from an Alari soldier in the crowd. He placed it on the third podium and opened the top. Inside, Cali could see a fine grey powder.

    Ashes.


    All that remained of Vaki D'Jir, infamous space pirate.




    Yup. Thanks to the Manifesti randomly showing up partway through the game, this story is now going to have a really trippy and nonsensical ending. Just like the damned Manifesti. :p
     
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    Chapter 14: Show Trial
  • Welcome to the second-to-last chapter of Grand Theft Stellaris.

    Chapter 14: Show Trial



    According to Alari tradition, the story goes like this:

    “Three hundred years ago, Alari territory was a wild place on the outermost limits of Imperial territory. Our people fought with the Desstican Horde, a devouring swarm long since vanquished by the Holy Fevarian Empire. Amidst the chaos, opportunists found ways to make a living.

    “Pirates plied the trade routes, taking civilian vessels and then ransoming the passengers back to the government. But one stood out among them: Vaki D’Jir.

    “In a civilization ruled by men, Vaki D’Jir stood out as quite possibly the most powerful woman who ever lived. She seized control of her husband’s starship, the Blind Fury, after he was killed in a fight. Vaki kept the loyalties of her crew by using her husband’s loot to pay the crew a regular salary, something uncommon among pirates.

    “The promise of regular pay brought more men to her side. Before long, Vaki D’Jir commanded more than one ship. An armada few a woman’s flag, in open defiance of Alarian social norms. Vaki’s fleet was so large that it was able to raid and loot entire planets, and even meet the Desstican Horde in battle with hopes of victory. There are rumors that her fleet once raided a planet controlled by the Horde.

    “Military fleets were dispatched to bring Vaki to justice. Professional warriors felt as though victory was guaranteed, because thousands of years of civilized society taught them a simple lesson: no woman could ever best a man on the field of battle. It was unthinkable.

    “In their first meeting, Vaki D’Jir used strategies and tactics never imagined. The military found itself outmaneuvered and in danger of defeat. With their ships crippled and commanders humiliated, the professional armed forces were left with no choice but to retreat. Vaki’s fleet sustained minimal casualties, and the opposing commanders were forced to resign in shame.

    “This battle repeated itself twice; each time Vaki and her fleet came away victorious. Yet the pirate fleet was sustaining losses. The Pirate Queen knew she would not be able to make war against the Imperial government and survive. Defeating Alaria was something she could do time and again. Defeating Aix was outside of her ability. So, Vaki decided to make a final stand on her own terms. She directed her fleet to the Fevarian Homeworld, Aix.

    “When they arrived, Vaki’s fleet kept its guns aimed on the Imperial Capital while she presented her terms to the Galactic Emperor: All of the pirates serving in Vaki’s fleet would get amnesty, and be allowed to keep their spoils. Furthermore, Vaki would be allowed to keep her husband’s starship, the Blind Fury. The Galactic Emperor refused these terms outright, saying a woman would not command them.

    “Vaki knew it would only be a short time before the full might of the Imperial Navy was brought down upon her, so she responded by ordering her fleet to open fire on the Capital. Nearly 250,000 Fevarians were killed during the ten-minute assault. When it was over, Vaki descended to the surface in a shuttlecraft, she entered the Imperial Palace, walked directly into the inner sanctum, and demanded to speak to the Galactic Emperor face-to-face.

    “Vaki’s terms were unchanged. The Galactic Emperor accepted Vaki’s demands. A ransom was transferred to the Blind Fury, consisting of wealth and treasures taken directly from the Emperor’s personal treasury. Supposedly, there was so much cash, coins, jewels, trinkets, relics, artifacts, volatile motes, rare crystals, exotic gasses, living metal samples, nanite clusters, zro canisters, and other treasures aboard that the Blind Fury could barely move.

    “Every pirate under Vaki’s command was pardoned by the Galactic Emperor. Every ship was given to the Imperial Military. Vaki kept the Blind Fury and its store to treasures. She departed Aix and kept her promise to the Galactic Emperor: In return for her own freedom, Vaki would return to Alaria and never depart her Homeworld again. The Blind Fury was last seen entering the planet’s atmosphere and has not been heard from since.

    “Vaki herself lived out her days in the small farming town of Nikalor. She married into the D’Kara clan, a family of Fanti ranchers. After her death, the D’Kara family abandoned their humble ranch and moved to the great city of Rattia. Since then, the D’Kara clan has lived comfortably on the vast riches inherited from Vaki D’Jir.”



    “That is the story, is it not?” Said Okepi ins-Tebh, speaking in his guise as Topi om-Tet.

    Standing opposite him in this bizarre courtroom, with the Alari National Congress as her audience, Cali D’Kara tried to gather her wits.

    Okay, what the hell have I just gotten myself into? Cali asked herself.

    Over the past two months, Cali and her friends had followed the Manifesti in the news. She knew that this ridiculous group of people hid their true intentions behind insane displays of chaotic performance. This was a show trial… but it had a purpose.

    “The defense agrees with the prosecution,” Cali said slowly. “Nothing put forth so far is untrue. This is basic fact.”

    From their podiums, Gar and Moka J’Bassim read a slip of paper together. Then Moka spoke:

    “Vaki D’Jir is known to have committed the following crimes: abduction of Alari citizens and conscripting them into her navy. Enslaving both Alari and Fevarians and then selling them to parties unknown. Larceny, burglary, and piracy against both the State of Alaria and the Holy Fevarian Empire. Using weapons of mass destruction against the Throneworld Aix. Holding the Galactic Emperor for ransom; and finally, crashing a starship into a population center, the village of Nikalor.”

    Cali could not help but notice that despite her efforts to portray herself as mature and grown-up, Moka’s voice instantly gave her away as an immature child. Moka struggled with some of the words and tripped over a few pronunciations. This gave Cali enough time to think.

    Okay, they’re pointing out Vaki’s crimes against both Alaria and the Empire. Cali thought to herself. But they’re not actually charging her with a crime. Why?


    Over at the prosecution’s desk, Okepi started talking at length about how Vaki’s guilt was established long before she died. It was proven by the fact that she forced the Galactic Emperor to pardon her. In the audience, Cali’s parents tried to interrupt the proceedings by shouting:

    “Vaki is dead and gone! What’s the point? Why are we doing this!?”

    As the bailiffs moved to ask the D’Kara parents to be silent, Cali turned to the judge(s). She needed to figure out what the Manifesti’s motive was here. Cali decided to press for more information, hiding her own machinations by playing along with the show trial as best she could.

    “Your honor.” Cali said to the judges. “The story of Vaki D’Jir is a closed book. Three hundred years of death is not going to retroactively make her guilty or innocent of anything. The Defense moves to dismiss the case on those grounds.”

    Out of the corner of her eye, Cali saw her parents cheering loudly in response.

    Wait a minute… why would Mom and Dad approve of this? Cali asked herself. They were against the trial from the start.

    In a moment, Cali got her answer. Gar J’Bassim shook his head.

    “We must deny your motion, Defense,” Gar said. “This court was charged by the Alari National Congress to determine whether or not the space pirate Vaki D’Jir was sufficiently punished for her crimes. We have not done that yet.”

    A charge ran through Cali’s body as the knowledge hit her.

    Sufficiently punished… Vaki got a pardon. She was NEVER punished!


    This had to be it. This had to be the answer. Cali’s mind started to race as she thought about everything she knew about the Manifesti and their goals. Why would they want to put a dead pirate on trial, just to punish someone who was already dead?

    While Cali was thinking, Okepi launched into his speech:

    “Vaki D’Jir was motivated by selfish greed. She robbed tens of thousands of people of their lives and countless more of their livelihoods. She wrought destruction and misery upon the galaxy and was ultimately paid for her treachery. Atop all of this, Vaki’s descendants, the D’Kara family, has benefitted from her crimes for generations. Rin and Aris D’Kara used Vaki’s ill-gotten gains to enrich themselves and elevate their family above Alari society at the cost of those around them! Your honor, this is not justice! The prosecution calls for this court to sanction the D’Kara family, to punish them in D’Jir’s place!”

    A huge cheer rose up from the audience. Cali looked around the Hall of Congress. Legislators and spectators alike stood up to cheer at Okepi’s request. At the same time, Cali’s parents were looking terrified. Their fear worked its way into Cali, and she understood.

    The court was going to punish Vaki’s descendants in her place. Rin, Aris, and Cali were all about to become victims of the Manifesti Revolution, and its anti-aristocracy agenda.

    Except… violence was not the Alari way. Harsh punishments in her society were rare, usually replaced with rehabilitation. Okepi knew that. He was born and raised in Alari space. He said so himself. Why was he calling for harsh punishment like this?

    Okepi finished his speech by demanding the court punish Cali and her family. Then he looked at Cali, giving her a curious facial expression.

    He wants me to do something really specific. Cali said to herself. He’s setting me up for something. Something that my parents don’t want. Does he think I would go along with it?

    Cali latched onto this idea and decided to run with it.

    “Your honor, the Defense understands the court’s desire to deliver proper justice.” Cali said. She spoke slowly, watching everyone’s reactions. “However, the defense is… obligated… to ask the court to consider a lighter, less harsh punishment that is not excessive.”

    Cali’s optical implant captured several things at once: Her parents cheered. Several members of Congress applauded Cali’s statement. Cali’s plea for restraint was generally well-received.

    “Perhaps,” Okepi was speaking a little more slowly. He was playing along. “The prosecution is interested in the defense’s proposal. So long as proper justice is delivered to those who suffered because of the D’Jir and D’Kara families, the prosecution is willing to consider a lighter punishment for both.”

    Cali’s heart began to race. She was on the right track now, she knew it! This show trial was a setup, and its architects had a very specific outcome in mind. Okepi, the two judges, possibly even the Manifesti government itself were all trying to give Cali a chance to do something that her parents would oppose… something that she herself was already willing to go along with. Cali had a general idea of what that was, but now she needed to make absolutely certain.

    “The defense is also interested in justice.” Cali said. “But is concerned about overstepping. The D’Kara family… my own… is a member of the aristocracy established by the Holy Fevarian Empire. I have no doubt that the Revolution has already done some of the court’s work for it.”

    “The defense is correct.” Gar said. “The Alari aristocracy is abolished, and those who sought to horde our nation’s resources have been held accountable. Furthermore, several imperial-era laws have been repealed, and their associated traditions have been made an end of.”

    Cali’s optical implants flicked back to the crowd. She spotted her friends, who were watching all of this play out, trying to figure out what was going on. Then she spotted her parents, who were silently pleading for Cali to “save them.” Finally, Cali saw Van B’Eren. He was seated between two armed guards, handcuffed and looking thoroughly defeated.

    How did a man from a wealthy aristocratic family end up like that? Cali asked herself. Van’s family could solve any problem by throwing money at it.

    And then the answer came to her. Cali faced the prosecutor’s desk, ready to make her move.

    “The defense reminds the prosecution that harsh and cruel punishments are not socially acceptable in Alari culture.” Cali began. “However, there are methods that can simultaneously punish perpetrators and aid their victims. The defense asks the prosecution to consider this: Vaki D’Jir’s fortune, the ransom she took from the Throneworld, still exists. It is still in the D’Kara family’s possession. This is a known fact, Your Honor. The defense asks that all of Vaki D’Jir’s living descendants be spared imprisonment, forced labor, or any form of active punishment.”

    Cali paused, using her implant to read the room as quickly as possible. Her parents and Van seemed to have guessed what she was about to say. They were going pale. Okepi was nodding very slowly. He knew what was coming and was on board with it.

    The Manifesti had somehow managed to guess correctly. This was absolutely something Cali was willing to do. Full of confidence, Cali finished making her offer:

    “In turn, the defense will consent to all of the D’Kara family’s financial assets being seized by the court… up to and including the starship Blind Fury and its contents, which may then be returned to the citizens of Alaria.”

    The court descended into an uproar that threatened to raise the roof. Cali’s parents screamed in despair. Manifestis cheered and whooped. Gar and Moka banged their gavels, calling for order.

    “What is the prosecution’s response to the defense?” Moka asked.

    Okepi allowed a smile to cross his face.

    “The defense’s offer is agreeable, not just to the court, but to spacefaring society as a whole.” Okepi replied. “Three hundred years of injustice will be set right, especially for the descendants of people who were victimized by Vaki D’Jir, or taken advantage of by the Imperial aristocracy. Your Honor, the prosecution accepts the defense’s offer.”

    Gar and Moka spoke to each other for just a moment before they slammed their gavels and announced their verdict:

    “This court will impose a new sentence on Vaki D’Jir for the crimes of piracy, enslavement, and kidnapping: All of the assests previously owned by Vaki D’Jir and passed on to her descendants will be seized by the State of Alaria and used to pay reparations to victims of both herself and the Imperial aristocracy. There will be no active punishment for any of Vaki D’Jir’s living descendants, and all members of the D’Kara family shall be released from custody at once.”

    This time, there was no stopping the massive celebration that erupted in and around the Alari National Congress.
     
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    Final Chapter: Dreams Become Manifesti
  • Chapter 15: Dreams Become Manifesti


    Cali, Dak, Tik, and Ruto had just lived through the most insane and outlandish three months of their lives. But there was one more surprise in store for them.

    As suddenly as it appeared, the Manifesti movement vanished. Lawmakers going to work in the morning found a note pinned to the front door of the Alari National Congress building. All it said was:


    The Manifesti Convolution is dissolved.

    It was the biggest mystery in the galaxy. What few political parties survived the Revolution regained power and took control of the newly created Alari government. An unspoken agreement was made to continue using the institutions created by the Manifesti, mainly because they were better than the ones made by the Holy Fevarian Empire.

    While the organization was gone, its members remained. None of the activists could offer a good explanation for the Manifesti’s sudden disappearance. The ludicrous collective gave up their power as quickly and easily as they had seized it. Attendance at museums and art galleries was higher than ever, but the public’s interest had moved on from the Manifesti itself.

    After a few confused days, a post-Revolutionary government came to power, and a new Presidium was elected. Gar and Moka lost their Presidium seat and became ordinary citizens once more, having secured the record for “shortest reign of an interstellar ruler in history.”

    The new Presidium decided to uphold most, if not all, of the policies and decisions of the Manifesti, including the show trial judgement against Vaki D’Jir’s descendants. Cali was living in Dak’s apartment in Varnala when government agents came to see her.

    “We have good news and bad news.” One of the agents said. “First, the bad news: You have been ordered to forfeit all of your financial assests by the ANC.”

    Cali knew this was coming, and despite Ruto’s protests, she allowed the government to seize all of the money in her accounts. Cali was destitute for about two minutes while the agent delivered the good news:

    “You should know that during the Revolution, the government outlawed forced marriage and set up a fund to support victims of said crime.” The agent explained. “Van B’Eren was convicted and sentenced for attempting to marry you by force. As part of his punishment, we have seized a fraction of the B’Eren family fortune and it will be given to you as compensation.”



    In the aftermath of the Revolution, life slowly started to return to normal for most Alari. Cali and her friends took a little longer to acclimate.

    Government agents debriefed them. Cali and friends told everything they knew about the theft of the Stellaris. Then high-ranking officers from the Alari Armed Forces came to debrief them. Cali, Ruto, Dak, and Tik told the same story. Finally, professional interrogators from the AAF Special Forces came to talk about the theft with Cali and friends. Once more, she told the story of the past three months. This time, Cali asked exactly where the starship Stellaris was.

    “I’m sorry, we can’t tell you that.” The Special Forces soldier said. “You are not a member of the AAF. None of you are.”

    Thankfully, the Special Forces soldiers were able to help Cali, Dak, Tik, and Ruto do all of the legal paperwork that would allow them to renounce their commissions in the Imperial Military and reclaim their Alari citizenship. Cali could not help but notice that starting around this point, Dak’s younger sister Moka started following her all over the place.

    Moka was eternally curious about whatever Cali was up to. Moka moved into Dak’s apartment, using the long-awaited reunion with her older brother as an excuse to hang out with Cali.

    “Your girlfriend is so cool!” Moka told Dak. “Do the two of you do awesome stuff like this all the time?”



    Over the next few days, Cali and Dak prepared to for a trip to Rattia. Cali was going to help the Alari government dig up and seize the wreck of the pirate ship Blind Fury. Moka stayed near her the entire time and Cali got to know the youngster who had very briefly ruled the State of Alaria.

    Moka J’Bassim was, simply put, an adventurous thrill-seeker. She actively sought out new and novel experiences and loved meeting people who did interesting things… like steal a warship. Moka had more scars on her arms and legs than the average fifteen-year-old girl. According to Dak, they were souvenirs from Moka’s solo hiking trips into the wilderness.

    Dak, Cali, Moka, Tik, and Ruto all travelled to Rattia together, and it was a good thing they did. As soon as they arrived in Cali’s hometown, the first thing the group saw was a massive team of government workers, digging up the grassy hill behind the D’Kara family ranch. Cali’s parents were there, and as soon as they spotted Cali, they got hostile.

    Dak, Moka, Tik, and Ruto closed ranks around Cali, shielding her from Rin and Aris’ wrath as they made a very public display of disowning their daughter and voicing their newfound hatred for her. Behind Rin, an AAF frigate used a tractor beam to lift a three-hundred-year old hulk of metal out of the ground. Moka jumped for joy at the sight of the starship Blind Fury and asked the workers if she could look around inside of it. Tik, to the surprise of no one, asked to join her.

    “Moka is going to be like Tik when she’s older.” Ruto commented. “Mark my words.”



    The value of the treasures contained within the Blind Fury was estimated to be almost equal to the economy of the Kel-Azaan Republic. Alaria would be elevated to the status of a wealthy economic superpower. Thanks to the ruling from the show trial, most of money would go toward reparations for the victims of Vaki D’Jir. This decision had wide-reaching positive consequences. The Alari people quickly grew to support the post-Revolutionary government. Elsewhere, Alaria built up trust and goodwill with other spacefaring nations.

    A week after the Manifesti movement died out, the State of Alaria was formally accepted into the Interstellar Treaty Organization. Alongside her new allies, Alaria now had the ability to confront the Galactic Imperium in a full-scale war.

    Thankfully, such a conflict was not going to happen soon. There were other concerns. The Fevarians were still in the midst of their own civil war, fighting for control of the Galactic Throne. It was not the only such conflict.



    About a month after Cali and her friends settled down to start their new lives in Rattia, the first wave of Human refugees arrived. They brought word of a terrible conflict on Arcadia.

    Two factions of Humans were doing battle for control of the Human Reservation in a bloody civil war. One side wanted to build an alliance with the State of Alaria. The other side wanted to join the Galactic Imperium. The death toll was catastrophic. The news of this disaster made Cali feel as though her heart was breaking.



    One day, Cali, Moka, and Ruto were doing volunteer work at the Rattia Spaceport. They were helping Human refugees move from their starships to temporary housing. Ruto was talking to a group of Chinese women when she spotted an old man among their number. Ruto called Cali over.

    “This guy speaks Alari!” Ruto said. “Say he met one of us in Tianjin. Didn’t you say you lived there?”

    Cali ran over to the old man, and when she realized who he was, her jaw dropped.

    “No way!” Cali gasped. “Lai Jiahao! It’s you!”

    The Chinese soothsayer greeted Cali with a warm smile. Moka let the old man lean on her shoulder as the Alari led Jiahao and his followers out of the spaceport.

    “You look different.” Said Jiahao. “Like you’ve been through interesting times.”

    “Cali went on adventure!” Moka butted in. “She stole a starship and flew it across the galaxy!”

    “My, my. That is interesting.” Said Jiahao. “And you seem to have come out the other side for the better. My congratulations.”

    “I guess that fortune you told me all those years ago came true.” Cali laughed. “At the end, I actually did have to confront my family’s past, in a way. But you could have said my ‘Year of Hell’ was going to end with a show trial run by clowns. That would have been nice to see coming.”

    Jiahao stopped walking. He tilted his head at Cali, regarding her with a disappointed look. Everyone paused in their tracks to look at him.

    “Dear child, you seem to have misinterpreted my words.” Jiahao said.

    Cali’s smile faded.

    “When I told you that you would face a Year of Hell, I meant every word.” Jiahao said. “I can see in your eyes, in the way you talk and carry yourself… that this event has not yet come to pass. Remember what I said: You will stand at the center of a terrible crisis and be tested by all around you. Your trial has not yet begun.”



    For weeks, Cali mulled over Jiahao’s words in her mind. She absentmindedly contributed to the reconstruction of her family farm, lost in thought the entire time. Dak and his siblings watched Cali with concern in their eyes. Ruto and Tik regularly visited to make sure she was okay.

    Finally, on a cold winter morning about seven months after the trial of Vaki D’Jir, Cali and her friends were gathered in the Human Refugee camp. Alongside about four hundred Humans, they watched a holographic news report being displayed in the central courtyard for all to see. The holographic reporter said:

    “The civil war on Arcadia has finally come to an end after a negotiated ceasefire between the imperialist and pro-democracy factions. The status quo will be maintained as the pro-democracy faction will remain in full control of the Arcadian government. This result is being celebrated in the free parts of the galaxy while the Galactic Empress issued a statement affirming both her disappointment and willingness to abide by the ceasefire agreement. Human refugees have already begun to return to Arcadia. The planet is in desperate need of able-bodied workers as preliminary estimates show roughly seventy percent of the adult male population has been killed over the course of this conflict. The INTO military alliance has announced its intention to deploy a multi-species Peacekeeping force to Arcadia with the mission of helping the planet rebuild.”

    In the camp, all of the Humans began to celebrate, happy to finally be able to go home. Cali, Ruto, Dak, Gar, Moka, and Tik joined in. They drank, danced, and sang with the Humans until the sun rose. Moka found a Human teenager and kissed him. Tik and Ruto got up on the stage and joined the Humans in a chorus of their national anthem: Ode to Joy. Gar ran into town and came back with even more alcoholic drinks. Cali and Dak danced with the other Humans while music blared loudly.

    Eventually, the morning arrived. Humans began to pack up, eager to return to their surrogate Homeworld. Cali and her friends broke away and returned to the D’Kara farm. They sat down on the hilltop that once concealed the pirate ship Blind Fury and took a moment to rest.

    “It’s all over, huh?” Ruto said. “The Humans are gonna leave, we’ll have our planet to ourselves again… and I guess we’re gonna get back to our normal lives... whatever normal happens to be.”

    “Yeah… I’m gonna be moving to the other side of the planet soon.” Tik said. “I met a girl, one of the volunteers. We’re gonna get married.”

    “That makes two of us.” Dak said. “Cali and I were talking about making it official sooner or later, we just haven’t picked a time.”

    Moka, naturally, immediately started demanding to have a role in the wedding ceremony. Cali said this would be perfectly fine with her, since Mika and Dak were siblings. Then she turned to Dak:

    “Actually, I wanted to say something about that, Dak. I want the wedding to be soon. I… I’m thinking about a life change.”

    Everyone looked at Cali. She sat up and brought her knees to her chest.

    “When I was living on Arcadia… I fell in love with the place.” Cali said. “The people, the culture. It really hurts to know it was all destroyed.”

    Dak put a hand on Cali’s shoulder.

    “You want to join that new Peacekeeping mission, don’t you?” He said.

    “Was I obvious?”

    Everyone laughed. Dak took Cali’s hand and gently squeezed it.

    “Let me go with you.” He said. “As soon as we get married, we’ll go together. How does that sound?”

    Cali hugged Dak and kissed him.

    “That’s all I ever wanted.”

    The six friends settled down to take in the morning sunlight. Moka tried to ask if she could become a Peacekeeper as well, but everyone reminded her that she was too young. Ruto told her to relax and enjoy this moment, since it was now going to be the calm between two separate adventures.

    Cali knew the Year of Hell was still ahead of her, but for the first time, she felt as though nothing could beat her. She had the best friends she could ever ask for and the best man she had ever been with.

    She was ready for anything.




    THE END.









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