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"This is a society where being a racist is character suicide. It can get your business boycotted, get you fired, socially isolated from society, what have you. Trust me, it's too much, even for those who share your philosophy around these parts. There's a reason even some militarists that share your ideals hate your guts: the social stigma surroundin' racism is that strong here, and I'm sorry that I offend, but I'm glad it's that way. Of course, you may have a different opinion on that, but it is what it is. Returnin' to the days of the Old Empire where beings like me could get shot for criticizin' a human governor from the Core, where racism was rampant and everythin' was tyranny...our ancestors sure tolerated a lot. I'm surprised the late Empress Alice of that time managed to change our society from all that hate between the various races and social classes that had built up over the millenia! That woman from a millenia ago is like a god around these parts for all the good she did, keepin' the country together, forging a new national identity and all that. Read her story when you get a chance so you don't get caught insultin' her, or there'll be hell to pay with those politicians and with many Ryccians. Insultin' her of all national heroes would be unforgivable, and they'll want your head on a smooth sapphire plater for it, ha ha ha!"
Deputy Regional Minister of the Planning and Development Agency(March 8-May 19, 2014)
Local Council Member(April 24-August 11) Court Justice of TSP(August 15-December 7)
"Duly noted, though I believe our own King has been insulted in such a way. I would advise against it if any of you intend to do so. The King is in some parts seen as nearly a God-King since his leadership at the end of the Velutarian War. I was there at the butchering, the choice such a young man made is nothing short of tremendous at that age. Same goes for MacArthur, it is thanks to him that our military can thank its autonomy. I am sure Empress Alice and King Andrei would have some similarities since our society also changed since then. Though I imagine drawing parallels between the two would also result in your people wanting my head on a smooth sapphire plater as you so elegantly put it. There are however elements within our culture which are unthinkable by your society, we know we are walking a very thin line. We don't intend to break it so easily, we have known enough enemies already. I certainly hope we can begin to an era of peace like your own."
Pacifica: Myria, Sallodesia, Stoinia • A1-0: Stoinian Star Kingdom • Aurora: Kingdom of Threnebor
"I'm sure our diplomats won't insult your King if they want their jobs. The politicians will for cheap points or because they genuinely hate your guts, but diplomats - and military officers with any sense of honor and respect - should be above that nonsense. If our ambassador breaks some unforgivable lines, then she's a fool that won't last long, or so I think that to be the case. But you're half-right: if you compare your King to the legendary Empress, the Founder of the New Empire, they won't want your head on a sapphire plate, they'll want your body in a table made out of detoxified rhenium, ha ha!"
Deputy Regional Minister of the Planning and Development Agency(March 8-May 19, 2014)
Local Council Member(April 24-August 11) Court Justice of TSP(August 15-December 7)
Sinclair grinned at the thought. Perhaps this was the first time he was confronted with the idea of a Terran being used a the basis of consumer goods. Rather than fear the idea, he viewed it is a part of the world. One which his ancestors had lived, one which he would fight against until his last breath.
"Well a part of me would like to see them try. They can't stomach to skin a deer, let alone a fellow sapient. I guess there would be such a thing as a feral Ryccian after all..." He let a small moment of silence, but quickly diverted to another subject. "Oh well, perhaps I am playing a little too much with your figurative speech. I'm sure your diplomats would have formed quite a view on how to approach us by now. I'm sure it will all work out eventually." Pacifica: Myria, Sallodesia, Stoinia • A1-0: Stoinian Star Kingdom • Aurora: Kingdom of Threnebor
"They have to, it's their job to figure that out. They have soft tounges, so they have to"
It was becoming increasingly clear from the conversations they had with the Legate that the Stoinians were not a significant threat to the Ryccian Empire nor to its survival. Goxo would try to probe indirectly to see how technologically advanced they truly were. "Say, from what I'm gatherin' here, you Stoinians are very much dedicated on your families. Can I see a picture of yours? My children are all grown up, but you can still see 'em if you want" Goxo appeared friendly, and that certainly was one of his intentions. However, there was also another motivating factor: could it be true that these Stoinians have no holographic technologies to speak of? If they have, he would provide a hologram of his family or something of the sort.
Deputy Regional Minister of the Planning and Development Agency(March 8-May 19, 2014)
Local Council Member(April 24-August 11) Court Justice of TSP(August 15-December 7)
Sinclair saw through the Vurbentans question and suspected it was a test to see if the Stoinians had holograms. As of now they hadn't, but scientist and engineers were getting closer to reverse engineer Velutarian holographic tech. For now he would lead the Ryccians into a false lead with them holding very little chance of finding any information on such matters. He smiled as he brought up a photo of his family from his vest. It was an archaic photo for the Ryccians, but to Sinclair it was real and felt real. He showed them his picture with his family just before he set out to his mission here.
"Well that is true. We have a saying in Stoinia: "A state that puts itself above family, deserves no concurrence from its populace." Strong family bonds is what brought us here, without them we would have stayed only on our capital planet and not be with the numbers we are today. Here on the picture you can see my wife, Rebecca. Still as stunning since the first day I met her. Here you have our eight children. My oldest son is David and as you can see from the uniform he followed my footsteps and is studying at East Point. My second eldest son, Paul, just entered there as well. Margaret is at Medical School on Louisiana Planetary University for about two years now. Then you have the little rascals that live on Daonlathas with me. The small twins, John and Erin, Lily, Robert and William. They are slowly getting to where your children are right now Grand Admiral Goxo. Just a little over a decade and then finally it can be quiet in my house." Sinclair smiled as he presented his family. He knew eight children would be a lot for the Ryccians, but it was a good average of what most Stoinian families had. Perhaps the Ryccians will see this too as a form of barbarity and not civilized enough, but if they so did, then they would know what an angry Stoinian father would look like. Pacifica: Myria, Sallodesia, Stoinia • A1-0: Stoinian Star Kingdom • Aurora: Kingdom of Threnebor
Was that...film? Goxo had only seen this type of material in museums and in the photos left by his distant ancestors. So, the rumours were true. These Stoinians were far behind in technology.
Some military officers were reminded of their families, and thus sympathized with Sinclair. A few, including the aristocratic Sorventia, were perplexed. Eight children? How does that make any sense whatsoever? How in the stars do they care for them all? More importantly, however, the suspicions of the high command were confirmed: the Stoinians were indeed as new as they said, and thus their technology was primitive. Perhaps they were true to their word and could be trusted... "Well, that's quite the large family you have there. That must be a loud and active household to come home to every day. We don't see that often around these parts, so that's interesting to hear" The Legate and the Ryccian high command continued to speak. He had left a good impression on them. Perhaps these barbarians could be trusted to keep their word... The Legate was permitted to stay in the resort for the remainder of the military conference, enjoying the various amenities it had to offer. He even got to socialize more with some officials. In that hotel, however, chatter continued, and it was, to both Sinclair's fortune and misfortune, positive. As of now, the Ryccian top brass had determined that the Stoinians were of little concern, at least for the immediate future. Their martial and communal way of life proved to be interesting, and it seemed as if they had a high degree of honour. All signs had shown that they were technologically primitive, and thus their fears decreased somewhat. Further investigation would be required, whether it was public or covert.
Deputy Regional Minister of the Planning and Development Agency(March 8-May 19, 2014)
Local Council Member(April 24-August 11) Court Justice of TSP(August 15-December 7)
Daonlathas,
Executive District, Stoinian Ambassadorial Tower, Two days after the Kontauri Integration Act Sinclair had been posted for about 1 month and had grown to quite fond of his post on Daonlathas. He began to tolerate the xenos more and more, especially Foixon Perushan. His Ryccian Advisor proved to be very insightful and helped him to scan the political landscape in Ryccia and even in the Stoinian Star Kingdom. Now he had some paperwork to do concerning some Stoinian businesses who wanted to expand within the Ambassadorial Tower. He approved a tourism firm and an artisan shop for jewellery. It was then that he was interrupted by a Cheunh clerk who had news for him. The door chimed as the Cheunh stood outside. "Come in." The Cheunh clerk was Chaff'aran'ugheni or just Faranu as he had grown accustomed to the Stoinians using his short name. He wore a similar uniform to the Legate, but without the many ribbons. "Legate, I have some news for you." "Well then Faranu, bring me some good fortune." Faranu raised an eyebrow. The Terrans sure had many figures of speech... "You've been promoted to High Legate, Sir. As multiple embassies will be build over the years, we'll need seniority within the many legates. Meaning that you will be the highest ranking diplomatic official in the Ryccian Empire for the Stoinian Star Kingdom. I believe congratulations are in order." Sinclair was surprised. If anything he suspected to be berated to do his job better. Nonetheless he was happy, but didn't show. Instead he focused on his paperwork. "Also the recent annexation of the Kontauri has been successful and the Kontauri Integration Act has been passed. All Kontauri males have been granted full citizenship and free citizens of the Stoinian Star Kingdom." This news was new to him. He had never heard of the Kontauri before and feared that the Star Kingdom was annexing planets left and right now. But that wouldn't explain why they were given citizenship. Just what on holy Terra was happening? "Thank you, Faranu. I'll have to clear these things with the Ministry of Foreign Relations on what exactly happened. This is the first time I hear of it." "Aye Sir. I suggest you make hast as the news is about to hit the Ryccian media outlets." "No, tell the staff to not speak on any of it for now. If they are somehow asked about it, tell them I'll make a statement and that they can't give any comment on it as of yet." "Aye Sir! Right away." With that the clerk dismissed himself and Sinclair opened a channel to the Minister of Foreign Relations. Right now he couldn't make out if this news was good or not... After an hour or so Sinclair got what he wanted and was astonished. Though he didn't see the whole picture as only the King and his heirs were permitted to learn of von Kranowicz's operation. It had all seemed surreal as if they went back in time and a duel between champions was held to decide the outcome of a battle. The Ryccian media outlets sure would have a lot of questions. It was then that his door chimed again. "Come in." It was Foixon Perushan. "High Legate Sinclair. I believe congratulations are in order. However I have some news for you, a popular late night host is looking for another interview with you. He's looking for a hole in your schedule so that the Ryccian people might learn you better. What shall I say to him?" "Oh please call me Jeff. Had it been yesterday I would have said yes, but right now I'm not sure..." "Sir, I don't follow. I thought you wanted to smoothen relations with us." "Yes I do, but I recently learned that my government has annexed the Kontauri into the Star Kingdom." Was it true then? Were they barbarians after all? "Sir, I don't quite understand. Did your government go out it's way to annex primitives?" "No, we have strict protocol concerning that. The most damned thing is they went to us and called us to care for them. How the hell are we supposed to play that to gain favour with the Ryccians?!" Foixon was stunned at the Legate losing his temper. He had heard of humans doing it, but this easily? Perhaps it was a thing only exclusive for barbarians... "Well, Sir, the Ryccian people view it as holy to maintain all life regardless of its form and to treat it with respect. I'm sure it will be alright if you'd explain the whole situation to me." "Well I see that, but apparently only Kontauri males have been granted citizenship. Now we'll be called sexist as well, how am I supposed to keep this ambassadorial post running if all these things happen every week." "High Legate, I think you're overreacting. Remember that the ultranationalists only are a small fraction of the Ryccian populace. Now please explain to me all the details." Foixon Perushan was amazed at the story. Their monarch had duelled with another for the fate of their titles. How... Barbaric indeed. The situation was better than he had feared, since the Kontauri Senate voted unanimously in favour of the annexation, there was little the Ryccians could do about it. They had to respect the wishes, but he had to admit. The ultranationalists were going to make a fuss about it and likely protests would happen. Their discussion was interrupted however by an alarm of Sinclair. It was time for him to go pick up the kids from school. "We'll discuss this further on the way to school." "Do you expect me to go with you Sir?" "You mean to tell me that you don't like to work efficiently?" "Oh no, Sir. Quite the contrary..." "Good, then let's go." The two gentlemen left the Legate's Office and walked through the tower towards the shuttle hangar. They further discussed plans on how to frame and word it towards the Ryccian people. It would prove a difficult task, but Foixon was determined to get the job done. As the shuttle pilot flew through Daonlathas' skies Foixon couldn't help but feed his curiosity. "Sir, if I may, why can't your wife do this? Surely she must understand that your job requires a lot of time." Sinclair let out a sigh of disappointment. "It's not about her. It's about me." "I don't follow." "I don't want to be a distant father to my children. I didn't survive the Velutarian War to just sit in an office and watch my children grow old. I want to live with them as they grow old, watch them become strong and intelligent. Teach them how to live and nothing will stop me from spending time with them. Don't you Velpans have the same connection with your family?" "Of course we do. It's just that we don't share the same open ferocity as you. Or at least not as loudly." That last part put a smile on Sinclair's face. "Well Foixon, I'll take that as a compliment." The shuttle then landed right next to where the children were waiting to get picked up. As soon as they saw their father the two little twins, John and Erin, jumped towards him. The feeling Sinclair felt was like nothing his work could do to him and gave both of them a kiss. Then came the rest, Lily greeted her father and kissed him on the cheek. She may have been shier than the two rascals, but not less affectionate. Then came to two older sons, Robert and William. They had grown closer since they moved schools and began to detest the idea of being picked up. Sinclair waved the hair on their heads and embraced them both. They gave some resistance, but Sinclair would have none of it for he was too proud of them. Foixon Perushan had never been with Sinclair when he picked up his children and slowly began to understand what he must feel. He even pondered on the idea of having his own children with Ferala, the idea certainly became more and more appealing. Just as they were to leave the school's grounds they heard shouting. It was the Ryccian press. How Sinclair started to loath them for not granting him the privacy he wanted, but these were hotshot journalists who had taken example from the journalist that had been able to interview the King on Constantinople. It was in that moment that something changed in Foixon Perushan. Still feeling the warmth of having his own children reflected in Sinclair, he decided to intervene. It wasn't sympathy or that was what he told himself. It was something unclear as of yet... "Jeff, get your children home. I'll handle them." Sinclair was surprised he had used his name. When he looked Perushan in the eyes he noticed something was different. It was as if he understood how Sinclair felt by a trigger... However after a heartbeat he escorted his children in haste towards the shuttle and immediately flew off. Wasting no time he ordered the pilot to go around for a pass and not leave for the tower just yet. Foixon would be surrounded by the many journalist who started to shout many things. "Barbarian coward!" "Don't you need some enlightenment before you do such a thing?!" "Sexist, we demand equal rights for Kontauri women!" "Greetings. I'm Foixon Perushan, Ryccian Advisor to High Legate Sinclair. What can I do for you?" "Hello, I'm from the National ReviewIs it true that the Stoinian Star Kingdom has started to annex primitive races?" "We've been instructed to not comment on that matter. Sinclair will make a statement later this evening concerning that matter." "So it's true then! Don't they consider the Kontauri a sentient species then? What's to say they won't do the same with other primitive race within the Star Kingdom?" "I again am sorry to inform you that I can't make any comment on that as of this moment." It was obvious the journalist was from an ultranationalist news paper and it would be made clear with the next statement. "So you agree with them? Don't you value the same ideals we do?!" "Sir, such a statement is ridiculous. Of course I..." Foixon wasn't allowed to finish his sentence and the journalists transformed into a mod. Just what the ultranationalist politicians intended, though Sinclair was the main target, but Foixon would do as well. "Traitor!" "Racist!" "Bigot!" The mob began to physically assault and accuse Foixon. The main journalist asking the questions grabbed Foixon's clothes by the neck and asked aggressively for confirmation. School security had began to disperse the outer layers of the mob, but then Sinclair's shuttle came back and as the shuttle still hovered its door opened. Sinclair jumped out of it and punched the journalist in the face so hard he fell on the ground. The mob looked in shock and retaliated against Sinclair. Luckily their numbers were but five as school security had broken up most of the group. Sinclair was trained in combat and made easy work out of them. All this time the holocameras recorded footage of this extraordinary event. After mere minutes it became clear to the other mob members that they wouldn't stand a chance against a Stoinian veteran. Sinclair would however use this moment to tell the mob a clear message to their masters. He delivered his message calm and sternly with a menacing tone as he pointed with an authoritative finger to the sky. "Now all of you listen to me very carefully. No one assaults any member of my staff, whatever their species of nationality. If you want to get to them, you'll have to pass through me first." With that Sinclair reached out his hand to lift up Foixon. Foixon still couldn't process what just had happened one second he had the journalists under control and the next he lays on the ground and Sinclair fights off the mob of journalists. He couldn't help but feel thankful to Sinclair, he hadn't expected for a barbarian to such a thing. "Thank you, High Legate." Sinclair put both his hands on Foixon's shoulders and comforted him. "Oh spare me of that nonsense. You did the right thing and I couldn't let you alone here. I don't leave my men behind. Besides, after you gave me that look I knew what you felt." "I still don't understand fully what happened." Sinclair than gave him a slap on his arm to lighten up the mood. "Don't worry about it. I'll give you some time to rest. Now let's get out of here before the big boys arrive." Sinclair returned to his tower with Foixon and his children. They were greeted by Rebecca, his wife and tower security. The children headed towards their mother and Foixon headed to the infirmary as he felt an ache in his back. Sinclair would however stay a bit longer in the shuttle to thank the pilot. "Pilot, expect a bonus this month." "Oh thank you, Sir. But seeing you punch those ultranationalists was a bonus on its own." Sinclair then left the shuttle and saw his staff looking at him. Slowly some Stoinians began to applaud him, the Ryccians followed the gesture and many praised the Legate. For he had proven himself he would protect them no matter the cost. He then embraced his wife and gave her a passionate kiss. The children looked away, but some of the Stoinians even cheered it. Sinclair was happy to see his staff's loyalty and smiled as he spoke to them. "All right! You all, get back to work!" "Yes, Sir!" "Right away, Sir!" Later that evening Sinclair held a press conference concerning the recent annexation of the Kontauri. As he entered the room many the Ryccian journalists were shouting their questions for they were in a very curious mood. However Sinclair couldn't make anything out of the shouting of the masses. However as soon as he started his statement the crowd calmed down to hear what he had to say. "Greetings. The Stoinian Star Kingdom has the following statement to say concerning the recent annexation of Kontaurius: The Stoinian Government is happy to announce the peaceful incorporation of the Empire of Kontaurus into the larger Star Kingdom. Following the first contact initiated by the Kontauri Emperor Lando Molari, he requested the presence of our King. The Kontauri believe that we are the care takers from the Prophecy of Kavu. This prophecy will be released later tonight. After a brief exchange between monarchs the Kontauri Emperor challenged King Andrei to a Kontauri duel to the death for their titles. Reports state that both monarchs fought valiantly, but our King eventually won. Emperor Molari died a true Kontauri and is a shining example of the new species we welcome with open arms as equals. Our King has refused to reveal any details concerning his private chat with the Kontauri Emperor, stating that he won't indulge in private matters. The Kontauri Senate has voted unanimously to integrate into the large Star Kingdom and have begun integration efforts. All Kontauri males have been given full citizenship, female Kontauri are in the process of gaining it as well, but at the request of the Kontauri government this will happen gradually so that the voters may be well informed with their new rights. In short, the Stoinian Star Kingdom is happy to welcome a valuable new species into the Star Kingdom. I'll now take your questions." "Cecil Avontaine from the National Review, a patriotic paper. Why has your government accepted to indulge in such vile acts as annexations? Did you learn that rom your Treecuu friends? Surely you are too barbaric to comprehend that." Sinclair's fury became visible. He stared at the nationalistic for a good amount of heartbeats. "Mr. Avontaine, perhaps your paper should think before sending its reporters into my private time with my children. You call me barbaric, but it was your mob of journalists that assaulted my staff. I don't think you're really in a position to call me to stupid to comprehend your values. If you listened to my statement, you'll know that the Kontauri joined us willingly. Since you aren't here to ask reasonable questions I won't further indulge in giving you answers." "Marcus Valbury from the Imperial News Network. How long does the process of full integration take? Do you have any figures when all Kontauri will become full citizens?" "We aim to achieve that within a T-year or two. It all depends on how the Kontauri cooperate, but Major Legate Aetius is optimistic and a capable Officer. I'm sure he'll oversee it to the best of his capabilities and accelarte things where possible." "Yuen Sterlikt from the Imperial Post. Are you aware that assaulting a member of the press is a felony?" "If the press assaults my staff, I think they forfeited their press rights and should be considered for felony themselves. I'm sure my statement at the school made my stance very clear." "Finei Tei from the Financial Times. Do you think your recent stunt will affect economic ties between our nations in any capacity?" "I don't think that has to do with anything concerning this press conference." "Falunxe Furtelin from the Imperial News Network. Some rumours suggest you might be recalled for your recent stunt. Do you have any information from your government?" "I think I am well within my status of diplomatic immunity in this case. Considering I used it to protect one of my staff, I don't think my government will recall me. However this press conference was meant for the Kontauri and not my personal life. This conference is adjourned." Pacifica: Myria, Sallodesia, Stoinia • A1-0: Stoinian Star Kingdom • Aurora: Kingdom of Threnebor
Daonlathas,
Executive District, Stoinian Ambassadorial Tower, 24/05/1620 PD, roughly one month later One of Sinclair's Stoinian secretaries had dropped off a few datapads to his office with some documents regarding some Stoinian shipments for the businesses in the tower that required his permission. It was archaic for Ryccian standards, but Sinclair approved of things with more touch to them and so used datapads which required his thumb signature. As he began to review them, he noticed the first one was a bit odd and it peeked his interests as it was directed to Foixon Perushan. He would have dismissed it if it wasn't for its contents. Kiyusni... What could it possibly be? Sinclair fired up the holocomputer on his desk. By now he had grown used to its flashiness, though he felt the controls were still somewhat janky. He wasn't sure if he didn't master it yet or was becoming old. With a curious nose he browsed the holonet for this Kiyusni. He was pleasantly surprised to find out that it had been in fact some sort of wood. The holonet indicated that it was some sort of renowned Velpan wood. What would Foixon do with wood? He was on Daonlathas after all, what more could he want? Then a spark hit right at home, his father's carpentry business. Oh he loathed the fact he hadn't called his family back home in all this time. He was so caught up in his work and his own family that he forgot about them. His nostalgia was interrupted by the doors chime. "Come in." The young secretary from a few minutes ago had returned. "I'm sorry Sir. I think I dropped off a wrong datapad to you. It was for your aide, Foixon Perushan." "Yes, I know. I have it right here and don't worry about it. I'll drop it off to him myself." "All right, Sir. But he said it was something important to him and that it had already been delayed long enough." "Don't worry about, I'll take care of it. No you go and resolve your other worries, okay?" Sinclair replied with a smile and the secretary returned the gesture. "All right, Sir. I won't take any more of your valuable time." The secretary left his office and he continued his search to this kiyusni wood. Was it possible that Foixon was a spare time carpenter? After he had done his work on the rest of reports, he approved that of Foixon's as well. When it was time the delivery arrived, he went towards the landing platform, but set out to find Foixon first. He sought his office, but he wasn't there. He decided to check out the delivery himself and walked on the hallways next to the large commercial zone. There he was, the sneaky Velpan! He was surrounded by Stoinian delegates who were tasked in preparing the ceremony of Princess Elena's arrival to the tower. The young Princess was admitted into the Ryccian Imperial Academy and a large welcome ceremony would be held upon her arrival. Sinclair decided to save the poor Velpan who clearly was growing tired of explaining Ryccian protocol to the Stoinian delegates. ![[Image: transportation-hall.jpg]](https://i.postimg.cc/d0QpjgFc/transportation-hall.jpg) An approximation of the Tower's Commerce Plaza, but without the trees inside. "Foixon! I need you for a minute." Foixon turned in a split second towards Sinclair. His Velpan instincts were still on point, that's for sure. He excused himself to the delegates as Sinclair approached him. "Mr. Perushan, I have a surprise for you." "High Legate, I don't understand. I you don't mind I have work to..." "Oh, you mean to tell me that the kiyusni is in fact a gift for me?" Foixon did his best to suppress his confusion, but Sinclair saw it and enjoyed it far too much. "I'm sorry gentlemen, I'll have to borrow Mr. Perushan for a moment. He'll let you know when he will be available again." If there's on thing Foixon hated Sinclair for was when he interrupted his work for some Stoinian off-duty squabbling. However, this time was different... "Sir, can you elaborate a bit more?" "Oh, we don't thank our superiors when they save us from delegates? That's no way to thank your boss Foixon. Also, remember what I said about the rank." "Yes, Si... Jeff. Thank you, but you know as well as I do that I don't like to be interrupted during my work." Sinclair still wasn't happy on how he said his name, but a matter for another time. "Oh, but I thought you might for this occasion. After all, Janet told me this delivery of yours was delayed." "Si... Jeff, if I may. How did you obtain the schedule of the delivery?" "Janet, one of secretaries, dropped it off on accident in my office. Then I looked into the details and the old carpenter's son in me couldn't help but feel nostalgic." Foixon was even more confused, but this time he was able to hide his expression. He also didn't understand why Sinclair was so interested in his delivery, though he started to suspect. "Did you grow in a carpenter's family as well?" Sinclair smiled as his friend was beginning to resolve his little puzzle. "You Velpans truly are cunning are you. Why you don't see me as a carpenter?" "Not really, Si... I thought you were a military man." "Oh, I am. But tell me, does that mean I can't have any hobbies at all? Especially when your father is carpenter, you learn a few tricks here and there when you are forced to work in his shop as a child." Foixon was slightly shocked as he interpreted it very differently to what Sinclair actually meant. Nonetheless he still asked with a neutral tone. "Do your people use child labour?" Sinclair grinned at his friends response. "Oh, no. It's just those things that your father wants to teach you as well. I'm guessing you have a similar background, though I can't imagine how you got your hands on that expensive Velpan wood." "Yes, my father was a carpenter as well. He shared some of his trades with me as well when I was little. Though it has been such a long time... The kiyusni is a gift from my father. You see, he's an artisan who works with this type of wood. He thought it was best I had something to relax in my spare time and make something to connect with my home planet while I stay here." Foixon's tone wasn't too enthusiastic. He had made it his career to escape his home planet and grew to detest some of work when he had to help his father in carpentry. "Oh, your father sure seems a wise man, Foixon. Let me know if he comes for a visit." "How come you say that? You don't even know him." Sinclair smiled as they passed a corner towards the hangar. "Because I give the same lesson to my children and I don't like to call myself a fool. That would be quite unfortunate as a diplomat, especially when you have the National Review criticizing your every move." Sinclair saw in the corner of his eyes that Foixon mad a little smile. He wasn't certain, but it felt like it was the first time he saw him smile. "Oh I know that feeling all to well, Jeff." Sinclair opened the door and there was a shuttle unloading multiple goods. The pilots were busy to unload his cargo, but Sinclair decided to help these Ryccians. "Say, you fine gentlemen have a delivery for my friend Perushan over here?" The pilots were surprised the Stoinian Legate had appeared and bothered to speak to them. So the rumours were true then... The High Legate was so... Open. "Let me see... Ah yes. A full batch of kiyusni, roughly 20 large planks and a box. Where do you want us to unload them?" "Oh just over there. Here I'll even help you with it." The pilots and Foixon were confused. This Stoinian Legate certainly loved to indulge in the work of the lower ranks... And so Sinclair thanked the pilots and helped Foixon with his delivery. "So, Foixon. What are you gonna make out of it?" "Oh, I don't really know yet. I'll have to transport it somewhere first, but I doubt we have sufficient room in our apartment. Ferala won't like it either." "Oh, no. Unexpected projects and women don't go together. I remember my mother screaming after my father for not being ready with his work when dinner was ready." "It appears that is a universal constant. Even my father couldn't escape the wrath of my mother when dinner was ready." "Tell you what Foixon. I'll find you a spot where we can drop this off during the day and meet you here back at 19 hundred. Deal?" "I take it, Rebecca has children pickup duty today then?" "Yes, now. Let's get back to work shall we." Daonlathas, Executive District, Stoinian Ambassadorial Tower, Hangar 2, 19:00 Foixon entered the hangar and saw Sinclair tapping on his datapad next to the kiyusni. He approached him, though it felt weird to be here at this hour. A few technicians were working on a shuttle, but pretty much the rest of the crew had left. "I take it you have found a place for storage." "I wouldn't call it exactly storage, but rather a workshop." "A workshop, but where did you find it?" "Oh in the Moonlight District." Foixon was surprised. How did he manage to acquire a workshop in the most expensive artisan district on Daonlathas? "Jeff... How and what are you planning?" "Well, I could use some down time as well. Something to get my hands and mind busy that isn't work. Franky running every morning doesn't quite do the same trick anymore. I was hoping we could work on a project with your wood get our hands dirty. You know, something to relax." "I'm sure we can arrange another visit to Voluntaia." "No, no. Something to accomplish ourselves and be proud of. The Tower is our long-term project, but we need a short-term one as well. This is just the perfect opportunity." Foixon didn't share Sinclair's enthusiasm as he viewed that such work had no future, or at least with him in it. "I know you too well to argue with you on such matters. But remember, this is my wood and I'm in charge of the project." "Yes, Sir." Foixon was surprised to hear him say that. Now he knew how it felt, though he could accustom to it. The two boarded the shuttle and loaded the kiyusni on the shuttle. "You'll have to take the pilot's seat on this one Foixon. I really should get my pilot's license for Ryccian vessels though." "Perhaps, you should prioritize that project over this one." "I think I just might after this one. I shouldn't delay it too much, sooner or later William might want to get one." "I'm sure it will come together, Jeff." "That, I'm certain off." Foixon than piloted the shuttle towards the Moonlight District. "You still haven't answered how you managed to obtain a workshop in the Moonlight District." "Oh I have a few strings here and there." "So you really aren't going to tell me." "You remember Nick O'Carr?" "I suspect it's the famous bounty hunter." "Yes, more of a private investigator nowadays. I contacted him and he told me in the outer outskirts of the Moonlight District there was a workshop of an artisan who retired a few weeks ago. He did some small investigation for him a while back and has become rather close with the old fellow. He helped convince the artisan to sell his workshop to me and told me I could use the place already." Foixon was impressed. He never suspected the Legate to maintain such good relations with the low lives of his nation. Truly peculiar... "Do you always keep such good relations with every Stoinian who passes on Daonlathas?" "Just the ones who can help me understand all level of Daonlathas." Foixon then parked the shuttle on the designated landing pad of the workshop. As they opened the door, a silhouette was waiting for them. Foixon wasn't certain what to do next, but Sinclair was one step ahead. "Ah, Nick O'Carr. You have the keys?" "Yes, I do, Mr. Sinclair. Hope you boys have fun with it." O'Carr handed over the passcodes to Sinclair and tipped his hat. "Now gentlemen. If you don't mind, I have some investigating to do for an unsecure husband and time is of the essence here. See ya." O'Carr then mounted his speeder bike and flew away in what seemed to be a burnout. Foixon was still somewhat perplexed. "I certainly hope he has a license." "Oh I wouldn't worry too much about him. Now, let's get them unloaded." The pair opened the workshop and it was clear it hadn't been used for a few days, but the smell of wooden snips was still present. Sinclair felt a deep nostalgic urge, while Foixon didn't care so much. They put the planks against the wall and Sinclair took the box from on top of them. "Now, let's see those tools your father gave us." Sinclair opened the box, but instead of tools, it was a bottle. It was filled with some viscous orange liquid accompanied by a digital message. The message was written in an alphabet Sinclair wasn't common with, though it must have been Velpan. "May I ask what exactly this is?" Foixon smiled as he saw the bottle he knew exactly what it was. Another gift from his father. "Ah. That is kiyushnol, an alcoholic beverage made from the syrup of kiyusni trees on Kiyu. A strong alcoholic beverage common in our parts." "I see, your father is even more wiser than I tought." "Do you intend to make your children alcoholics then?" Sinclair laughed, he looked at Perushan and he didn't seem as stern as before. Was that his first joke? "Oh, no. But you must admit that one must enjoy the finer aspects of life as well. Now, what did you have in mind as a project?" Foixon pondered for a moment, but then remembered a conversation with Ferala the other day. "Well Ferala didn't quite like our couches here. Perhaps we shall make her a new one." "Good! We'll draw some plans then. The bottle is for when we finish." Sinclair gave his hand to Foixon and both shook it in a confident Stoinian manner. "All right, Jeff. Let's get to it." This time he meant it. The next three hours the duo made their plans and divided the tasks between them. Sinclair revealed his father's technique on how to make sturdier corner pieces and Foixon had to admit after a demonstration that they would indeed use his model. They even started to cut some of the wood, but soon saw that the clock was already late. They decided to continue this project after work for the following week. And so, the next week at 19:00, the duo would go to their workshop and continue to work on a new couch. The two became closer and the staff started to notice it. Sinclair would talk about their project and Foixon would address Sinclair as Jeff, a right not even the closest Stoinian staff to Sinclair had gained. As they sawed and worked the wood Sinclair relived his old times with his father and even Foixon regained the appreciation for his father work. Somehow doing it himself, he felt a connection with the wood and what it stood for. How come he never felt this way before? Was this what my father feels during his work? The duo eventually completed the frame and filled the couch up with comfortable cushions made with Khison leather imported from Stoinia. Foixon, as a Velpan could appreciate hunting and was open to the idea of making it out of a leathery substance. Ferala certainly made her preference for leather known. Foixon even was interested in perhaps hunting these Khisons himself one day and Sinclair promised him the opportunity. Sinclair somehow was right as Foixon pondered after seeing his completed work. All this hands on work was relaxing and when completed, it certainly felt good to do so. A plank or two would however remain as a surplus. "Well, we better show Ferala what we've been doing all this time. What do you plan to do with the rest of Kiyusni?" Foixon pondered for a moment. Perhaps... Maybe... I think that could work. "I think I have an idea." Sinclair watched him for a few heartbeats and realized he wasn't going to receive and answer anytime soon. "Well, let pack her up." "Aren't you forgetting something Jeff?" Foixon smiled as he lifted up his father's bottle of kiyushnol. Sinclair smiled too at his friend. "All right, but only because your father is ever so wise." The two laughed and continued to exchange jokes well into the stairs at Foixon's apartment. Ferala noticed it and opened the door for them before they could even ring. "What is the meaning of this Foixon?! And who is this?" "Ferala, meet my boss. High Legate Jeffrey David Sinclair. Jeff, meet my wonderful wife, Ferala Valkeut." Sinclair smiled and tilted his head. Ferala was surprised to see the Stoinian Legate in her apartment and just now realized what the duo had brought in house. A splendid work of a couch. Ferala was truly impressed by the design and comfort. She sat on it and tested it out. It felt so comfortable and the leather felt good as well. How did they make it themselves? "Well, Ferala. Do you like it?" "Like it? It is most exquisite. I never thought the Stoinian Legate and my partner could indulge in such handiwork." "Oh trust me, the Legate remembered a few tricks from his father. Apparently two sons of carpenters still can do some of their fathers' work." Sinclair then came with a proposition of his own. "Perhaps if I get decommissioned, I'll move to Daonlathas and we can start an artisan business. Sinushan Incorporated, bringing peace between our nations, one couch at a time." The Velpans laughed at Sinclair's slogan. "Well, I'll leave the happy couple to enjoy their new couch." "Another time then, Jeff?" "Yes, another time." Sinclair knew it was about that bottle, but they would find time again. He tilted his head and smiled as he left the apartment. ![[Image: Classic-leather-sofas-for-adorable-livin...50x390.jpg]](https://i.postimg.cc/ydZJQQhv/Classic-leather-sofas-for-adorable-living-space-with-style-and-charm-2-550x390.jpg) The couch made by Sinclair and Perushan. "What was that about, Foixon?" "Oh nothing, a small insider." "I also have some news for you as well." Foixon wasn't sure what to make of it. Ferala's tone certainly wasn't angry, but rather timid. "How do I put this... It seems someone has forgotten to take their pills." Foixon didn't understand at first, but then he knew what she meant. He must have overlooked it as he was too invested in the couch project. "I'm pregnant Foixon." Foixon embraced her and sniffed her as a sign of affection. He knew he should feel some sort of guilt, but he was too over joyous with the news. "I'm happy, Ferala. I don't know how I could have overlooked it... I just..." "Don't. I'm happy it happened. I love you." "I love you too, Ferala." Just what I had in mind for that kiyusni... A crib. Pacifica: Myria, Sallodesia, Stoinia • A1-0: Stoinian Star Kingdom • Aurora: Kingdom of Threnebor
Daonlathas,
Executive District, Stoinian Ambassadorial Tower, 16/06/1620 PD Little over a month had passed since the now famous event happened when Sinclair punched Ryccian journalists on the school ground of the Imperial Academy. Finally the situation had died down and it largely seemed forgotten, at least within Stoinian circles. The Joint Fleet was beginning with its operations to explore uncharted space near the Treecuu and Stoinian borders. Some Ryccian media outlets discussed it, but it largely remained obscure compared to the real reason why this day was so special. Princess Elena Stoian had been admitted into the Ryccian Imperial Academy roughly a month ago and she would finally arrive today. A large welcome ceremony was being prepared in the Stoinian Ambassadorial Tower in her honour as Stoinian everywhere rejoiced her feat. Nexus Enterprise even gave her a top of the line luxury cruiser as a PR stunt. Even Ryccian nationalists praised her actions as they saw it as a way to "enlighten" the Stoinian Royal House. The Princess would arrive earlier compared to the Ryccian academic calendar as to have enough time to integrate into Ryccian society. Elena had had lengthy discussions with the High Legate concerning Ryccian sensitivity on matters such as their past and racism. Elena however sure was a gem of the Royal House, but still inexperienced. Hopefully, she will get the ropes of diplomacy easier than most. Sinclair was in his office's terrace, enjoying the view as a stress relief. He had spoken with the King before, but that didn't mean he grew accustomed to the presence of the royal family. Then finally, he heard the beep from his desk. He entered his office and pressed a button and the holo image of Princess Elena appeared. He had finally learned to use the technology, but he still was surprised the Princess had the same capabilities. He stood to attention and asked the Princess. "Your Majesty, to what do I owe you the pleasure." Princess Elena smiled. "At ease High Legate. I can't have my mentor stand all sternly all day. Captain Constantinescu wanted to inform you that we have arrived in orbit and to make the final preparations. Though I wanted to tell you that myself." Sinclair was charmed by the Princess as he switched to a more relaxed position. "Thank you, your Majesty. We'll finalize the preparations. We'll expect your arrival in 20 minutes as planned." Sinclair still was visibly confused about the holo image and Elena picked it up. "Sinclair, I'm sure you learned by now to not show your concerns so openly, what is it?" "It's just... How did you get your hands on holo technology?" "Ah, that... Since the Joint Exploratory Fleet has started to make new lines of ships, our Treecuu allies have shared such technologies with us." "I see... Well, we'll get started with the preparations then. See you soon, your Majesty." "Likewise, Sinclair." Unbeknownst to Sinclair, the N.E.S. Magnifcent, Elena's personal starline cruiser, had a pair of surprise passengers. 20 minutes later... The Commerce Plaza of the Ambassadorial Tower was filled with Stoinian regalia. Many Stoinians had come to the occasion and stood behind two rows of Stoinian Royal Guardsmen. A red carpet laid across the room and even a Ryccian Symphonic Orchestra was contacted to perform the Stoinian Royal Anthem and provide music during the Princess' Welcoming Party. Most Stoinians had small flags of their nation to the surprise of Ryccians, but some of the Stoinian businesses in the Commerce Plaza were quick to adjust to the market. As the the populace murmured, the Princess Honour Captain, Eftimie Constantinescu emerged from a hallway and shouted. ![[Image: Captain-Constantinescu.png]](https://i.postimg.cc/vmFX505Z/Captain-Constantinescu.png) Captain Eftimie Constantinescu "Make way for her Majesty, Princess Elena Stoian of the Stoinian Star Kingdom." The Guardsmen responded in the typical Stoinian fashion. "Hail to Stoinia! Hail to the Princess! URAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" At the exact ending of the ura the Ryccian Orchestra started to play the Stoinian Royal Anthem and Princess Elena, escorted by eight Guardsmen, started to walk the red carpet. The Princess was surprised by the enthusiasm of her people as they kneeled for her. Even the Ryccians were surprised to this blind show of loyalty by the Stoinian populace. The Ryccian holo cameras would capture this and Sinclair already thought about the hiatus the Ryccian nationalists will make out of this. Though many, Stoinians and Ryccians alike, were stupefied by the beauty of the Princess. Albeit it her fashion sense was modest compared to what some of the present Ryccian nobility wore. As the Anthem ended, the Stoinians stood up and cheered their Princess while the many Stoinian Flags started to colour the plaza. Finally she had made it at the podium. "You Majesty, may I present you my wife Rebecca." The two Stoinian women then kissed each other on the cheek, one time each. "A pleasure likewise, Rebecca." "This is my Ryccian Advisor, Foixon Perushan." "An honour to meet you your Majesty." A month ago Foixon's word would have been a lie. They still weren't as heartfelt as Stoinians, but rather more curious. Still it was part of the job. Sinclair the continued to present the Ryccian Minister of Foreign Affairs, Taun Liat Wei, and some of the Ryccian nobility. Afterwards she started her speech towards the Stoinian populace, though her real target audience were the Ryccian through the holocameras. "My fellow Stoinians. Dear Ryccians. It's with humility that I am pleased to see my arrival to mean so much to you. I'm certain my time here will benefit both our star nations and bring is closer together. Many would have thought that the unfortunate first contact between our nations would leave a dark stain between us forever. But look at us now. Working together and learning from one another to build a brighter tomorrow. In many ways it is like my entrance to the Ryccian Imperial Academy. It was rough and hard to learn for it, but in the end this too we will endure. Without a doubt, there will be hardships. But together we will overcome them, for the betterment of all." The Stoinian applauded the Princess' speech and the reaction of the Ryccians still remained to be seen. The plaza was then transformed into a ball room with the Ryccian orchestra providing the music. It may have been a little substandard for the higher Ryccian nobility, but it was a perfect mixture of Ryccian and Stoinian standards. Sinclair wore his dress uniform and the Princess an even more extravagant look. Like the ball, it was a mixture of Stoinian and Ryccian elements and somehow looked very Tozorian for the Stoinians. Even though the focus was on the Princess, it was still Sinclair did the opening honours and initiated the ball by dancing with the Princess. He was uncomfortable with the idea and even saw a sort of admiration in the eyes of the Princess. Sinclair nearly trampled one of the Princess' feet, but was quick to adjust his foot. The Princess' fabulous dress didn't quite help on it, but it wasn't obvious unless one was a dancing connoisseur. After that High Legate's and Princess' dance, the ball continued and many Ryccian nobility started to introduce their younger members who attended the Imperial Academy to the Stoinian Princess. As the ball continued a couple of older Stoinians entered the room. Their dresses were according to the etiquette, but they were visibly confused as it was much larger than what they envisioned. Luckily a pair of Velpans was able to assist them through universal translators. Sure it was a bit clunky as it had some problems with certain Stoinian pronunciations, but it was doing it's job. "Excuse me, you seem lost. Can we help you?" The Velpans were expecting some racial slurs from the Stoinian couple, but were surprised when they were met with friendly faces. These people really were an enigma... "Ah look at that Amanda. These must be Velpans Jeff told us about. Well... I guess they have an alright puss for Velpans. Guess we'll have to grow accustomed to it then. Ha! What was Jeff's buddy called again? Foshion Peryusan?" "Please forgive my husband. He can be quite rowdy, but he's quite a good feller. Andrew, will you keep it down now?" "Aw'right honey." The Velpans were stupefied when they heard the name pronounced by the male Stoinian. Sure he had butchered it, but one can they expect from barbarians. The older male Velpan interjected the Stoinian couple which seemed to exhibit some characteristics of the Imperial Rim. Though they themselves were from the Velpan Rime, they had grown a certain soft spot with the Imperial Rim as their world shared some similarities with the Imperial Rim. "Excuse my intrusion. But did you say Foixon Perushan? How do you know this person?" "Ah... That's how you pronounce it. Foxion Peryushan. Well Mr. Peryushan works for our son, Jeff Sinclair. He's the Legate around here." "Foixon Perushan is our son. It seems Winds of Fate have brought their parent together..." "Hol' on. You're the parents of my son's assistant? Have you seen our son then?" "It would appear so and no. Not yet at least. Perhaps we can find them together?" "Oh, that sure sounds nice. Meanwhile I can tell you all about my newest furniture creation back home in Lousiana. I'm sure it can even be on par with the standards of you Ryccies!" Amanda wanted to shush her husband, but the Velpan male was quick to add some interest. "Don't say. I'm a carpenter as well... I'll be the judge of your newest creation then." "Perfect! Guess I'm already getting ahead of my competitors." Andrew Sinclair then pulled out a small datapad from his suit with the details of his couch. It was mixing Terran classical with modern features, such as a cooling box and different options. The visualization was 2D, but the Velpans were quick to adjust from their holographic standards. They didn't really care at first, but as Andrew explained more and more, it became clear that the Stoinian was unto something. While talking about their mutual interests, they walked through the ball in search of their sons. Though it was clear the Stoinian couple was new to this sort of event... Pacifica: Myria, Sallodesia, Stoinia • A1-0: Stoinian Star Kingdom • Aurora: Kingdom of Threnebor
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