As always, Nova is bustling with activity. With the news of the cease-fire negotiations between the Confederation and the Remnant, a general sense of relief can be felt through the streets of the city. Shops have been slowly reopening as the economy recuperates from the strain the war has inflicted upon not only Mars, but all planets belonging to the Confederation. There is a general shortage of raw materials, mainly minerals, leading to a sizeable inflation of alloy prices. To make matters worse for the general populace, the majority of the alloys are being consistently bought up by the government.
Even so, many rejoice at the fact that their loved ones are slowly returning home. A sizeable number of the mobilized soldiers garrisoned in Procyon and the surrounding systems inside the Core Sector have been steadily returning home. Many believe that the victory at Procyon will ensure a favorable outcome in the ceasefire negotiation with the Remnant envoys, but they also believe that should the negotiations fail, this bastion will deliver them much needed relief and safety.
Not all elements of society are content with the current situation however. Xenophobic and militarist elements were initially outraged at the Secretary-General’s willingness to enter negotiations, going as far as pleading that the Navy rebels and instates a temporary military dictatorship while the war is concluded. Thankfully, these sparks of unrest were quickly quelled as prominent elements of the Navy such as Admirals Aderawa and Chin Sun-Yeo advocated for temporary peace as the Confederation’s forces lick their wounds.
News of Grand-Admiral Oldham’s arrest spread quickly. Many members of the general populace were concerned upon the news of her deserting her post, prompting pacifist outlets to raise awareness for the current state of military affairs. Secretary-General Suharto’s bold move had spurned many media channels to begin massive campaigns advocating for the immediate end of the war, even if the Confederation needs to surrender territory to the Remnant. ‘Peace at all cost’. Even so, the number of citizens willing to endure the hardships of a just war far outnumbered those who would surrender unconditionally. Internally however, Grand-Admiral Oldham does not have much support. The majority of the Admirals agree with the decision and do not intend to make any attempt to clear Grand-Admiral Oldham’s name.
As it stands, Grand-Admiral Oldham awaits her fate while incarcerated in a correctional facility on Luna. Her trial will take place in a week at the Nova City Grand Courthouse and will allegedly be covered by the Confederation’s official news outlet as well as many private media channels. Unluckily for her, many soldiers stationed on Procyon during the battle against the Remnant, as well as evacuated civilian workers are willing to testify against her. Undoubtedly, it will be an uphill battle for her attorney.
Secretary-General Suharto was currently meeting with UNADID (U.N. Alien and Domestic Intelligence Department) Director Derek Vance.
“I will have to admit, Secretary-General, that I did not expect the Remnant to contact us in regard to a cease fire. None of our operatives have been able to enter their territory. Even with all the vessels that they’ve thrown at the Navy, they had constant patrols along their borders. You wouldn’t think they had that many resources to spare.” Vance softly pointed out while slowly swirling his glass of whisky.
“A surprise to be sure, but a welcome one nonetheless.” Suharto replied with a grin on his face. “I will confess, Derek, I’m not sure how much longer we could’ve lasted economically. We’ve bled every single piece of iron on our existing colonies. We’re expanding our mining outposts, but alloys are extremely expensive right now.”
“I’m sure you will be able to figure it out, Sonny, at least if you wish to win the reelections in 2220. I will, of course, do my best to aid you in your endeavors.” He placed his hand on his chest and smirked at Sonny.
“How generous of you.” Sonny took a sip from his glass and placed it on the coffee table in front of him. “Can we get down to business?”
“Personally, I was hoping you called me over to catch up.”
“Oh, but I do want to catch up. On Confederation affairs, not the last time you went to the community pool in the recreation area in Nova.”
“Tsk”, Derek bit his lower lip slightly. “That was abit harsh, but I got the message.”
“Good. Our diplomats, alongside Stanfield, have departed for Remnant territory a week by now. I’ve thoroughly instructed them in regards to what we wish to get out of these negotiations. I trust that your agent in the delegation will do his best to collect information while in Remnant territory?”
“I’ve made sure he understands what we want from him. Though, I’m sure you can understand, he won’t be able to move around too much on New Miresh. We have no information about it, we don’t even know what it looks like. All we have are its coordinates.”
“Do remember that I do not have much use for incompetence, Vance. Grand-Admiral Oldham learned that the hard way.” He rested his chin into his balled fist.
“I personally thought she’s a competent administrator, Sonny.”
“Maybe, but she was an incompetent strategist, and to make matters worse, deserted her position. Keeping her as Grand-Admiral was of no benefit to the Confederation, nor me.” Suharto waved his hand dismissively.
“I suppose when you have proven Admirals like Aderawa and that youngster—Stanfield, the one you sent with the delegation. I heard you had Oldham promote him to Rear-Admiral?”
“Indeed.” Suharto stood up from his seat, heading towards the window. “He’s a very interesting one. I’ve read the reports provided by Barau Aderawa. He’s a very good strategist, and his crew seemed to love him when I was passing through the docking platforms.” Outside, the city of Nova was in motion. Shuttles were travelling from one side to another, and the streets below were filled with people. “What is most curious is his relationship with the Remnant Warlord.”
“Warlord Grezeiros. She gave him and Aderawa quite the whooping in Usowakke, hasn’t she? Almost a dozen ships were either destroyed or heavily damaged.” Vance crossed his legs. “I’ve instructed my agent to monitor Stanfield and Grezeiros’s interactions.”
“Very good, Vance. I’m glad to see you’re doing your homework.” Suharto turned his head lightly, smiling at him over his shoulder. “Tell me about Gibanawa, what is he up to?”
Derek reached inside his jacket and removed his personal handheld device. “He’s up to no good, truthfully.”
“Explain?” Suharto turned to face Derek, holding his drink in his right hand.
“He’s looking to gain majority in the United Nations General Assembly. He’s been trying to strike deals with the pacifist and ecologist factions. Lately, he’s been making attempts at convincing some of the independents to join him. Honestly, if he is successful, I can see him having around forty percent of the seats.” He slid the handheld device across the coffee table. “You have all the data in there.”
“With forty percent he’ll be able to block any bill I’d intend to pass, unless I cut a deal with the Primacy Movement.” Suharto rolled his eyes. “I’m not sure I’m too eager about it.”
“Primacy Movement is filled with nutjobs. They’re either ex-military or they’re nothing more than total xenophobic nutcases. Planetary Law Enforcement Groups have been having trouble lately with their protests against genetic modification. Something about gene purity.”
“Extremists are nutjobs, whether they are xenophobes, pacifists, ecologists, whatever you want. The Confederation, as centralized as it is, is still a democracy. It just won’t work long term for them.”
Remnant border, Diplomatic Shuttle
“How did I end up in this situation?” Stanfield was thinking to himself. Looking in front, Stanfield could see the cold void of space through the reinforced glass panels on the side of the shuttle. It’s been a week now since the shuttle departed from Procyon, and it will most likely be another week atleast until they reach New Miresh. “Attache to the diplomatic corps, not to mention I will be supposed to mediate the situation with Warlord Grezeiros.”
Looking back, Warlord Grezeiros had shown an unusual amount of interest towards Stanfield ever since her vessel had been intercepted in Confederation territory. She managed to restrain two of Stanfield’s marines with ease before returning with a fleet of warships in order to conquer the Confederation’s most profitable mining colonies. Two times, Stanfield came close to being killed or captured by the Remnant, once in Suulan and once in Usowakke, both times by her hand.
Initially, Stanfield felt that Grezeiros’s interest was merely curiosity. As described by her, humans were a relatively young species that only recently attained faster-than-light travel. On a galactic scale, humans were known as nothing more than primitives. Uninteresting, and according to supposed galactic treaties, or perhaps be it Mirati laws, supposed to be left alone by more developed civilizations. But now, it feels as if there is something more to it. Grezeiros failed to show the interest she had in Stanfield to any other human, not even Admiral Aderawa who was the leader of the Confederation forces.
“I wish I could have merely remained a ship captain. Things would’ve been so much easier.” He thought to himself.
Around him, the diplomatic delegation was currently sleeping without a care in the world. “Are they brave, or merely ignorant, I wonder.” He sighed to himself.
A bright red light shone, the intercom immediately broadcasting inside the hull:
“We’re going to be entering Mirati space within the next ten minutes. Attache Stanfield, please come over to the pilot’s cabin.”
“That’s my cue”, Stanfield muttered to himself while unbuckling his seatbelt and making his way to the front of the ship. “Won’t be long until the Remnant representatives pick us up.”
“Rear-Admiral Stanfield, sir.” The pilot saluted. “We’re entering their space as we speak.”
“Understood. Have we been contacted by them yet, captain?”
“Aye, sir. I’ve been told they will be ‘picking us up’ within the next ten minutes. I’ve never seen the inside of a Remnant ship sir, I have to say I’m quite eager about it.”
Stanfield scoffed lightly. “Do be on guard. If we’re going to be attached to their ship then we’re going to be at their mercy.”
“I’m sure it will be fine sir. You’re here with us! I’ve heard stories about you and Admiral Aderawa, sir. About the battle at Procyon! I’m proud to be piloting this vessel for you, sir!”
“Alright, settle down—”
As the shuttle shook heavily, a large vessel exited hyperspace just in front of them. It was much larger than any of the vessels encountered before. Cold sweat trickled down Stanfield forehead, while the pilot muttered quietly: “It’s an entrance and a half.”
The shuttle’s console buzzed. “Bryleth-1 to UNSS Diplomacy, please shut down your engines and prepare to be towed aboard.”
Stanfield nodded to the pilot. “Do it.”
“UNSS Diplomacy, we’re shutting down our engines.”
Aboard Bryleth-1, Warlord Grezeiros’s Quarters
Teryani Grezeiros was resting inside her quarters. Bryleth-1 has been travelling for the past week in order to meet the human delegation half way. It has been several weeks since the last meeting between Teryani and Stanfield, at the battle of Usowakke.
“Warlord Grezeiros, we’ve engaged the traction beam.”
Her communications device turned on, announcing the rendezvous between the two delegations. She stood up from her bed, slowly putting on her purple armor.
“Very well. I will be heading down to the hangar.” She pressed a button to shut down the device. “Let the games begin.”