Post by EmperorMyric on Mar 22, 2021 17:11:19 GMT
Ancerious Galaxy
Beyond the Karvoskayan Colonial Administrative Zone (K-CAZ)
Jenya Holsom Temporary Chartered Space, Kholsom I
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"My Lord, the 38th Assault Army has surrounded the Gyleth capital. Lord-General Hubanar estimates total capture in two weeks."
High Lord Urahan looked at his aide who brought him the telegram detailing his army's exploits. He nodded in approval and told him to relay his deepest regards to the Lord-General for accomplishing such a grand feat for the Zynothian Empire.
"Well, well, well...aren't you on a good mood today, Urahan."
The voice came out of nowhere from the High Lord's right. It was soft but hardly gentle, bristling with sinister intentions. And it was all too familiar.
"Kal-Lis," Urahan clicked his tongue, showing clear distaste.
Mr. Callis appeared, as if out of nowhere, through the side doors of the High Lord's Office, bringing with him an escort of 5 REKON special forces operatives decked in nanosuits, tactical gear and silenced automatic rifles. Urahan's aide jumped at the sight and quickly made his exit, bowing slightly to Callis on the way. A shameful display for the proud people of Zynothos, but understandable - these were the forces that had once brought the ever powerful Council of Lords to their knees.
"I see this little war is going well for you," Callis smirked, twisting his skeletal face, as he hovered over to Urahan's desk, picked up a model globe and started giving it a few spins. Urahan frowned, he wondered how long more will a High Lord such him have to suffer such humiliation by a mere arms merchant.
"Thanks to my rifles, yes?" Callis continued to probe.
"Yes," Urahan blurted with much reluctance. It was true after all. The only reason the 38th Assault Army ever made it all the way to Gyleth's capital in a matter of mere months is because of the automatic rifles sold by Mr. Callis in exchange for the Lightstones. In a world where even the most powerful of nations only used bolt-action rifles, the automatic rifle enabled the once losing Zynothian armies to turn the tide and sweep through the enemy trenches with such rapid speed that his military strategists had to spend countless nights typing out a radical doctrine never seen in history before. And it was not just rifles; Callis had supplied even more daring weapons - rockets, that allowed his forces to make short work of enemy tanks, beasts of metal that were once feared across the lands. In exchange for more of their world's natural resources of course.
"Kal-Lis, I don't think you came all the way here from space just to tease me. What kinds of proposals do you have this time? What deal do you want me to sign?" Urahan sighed.
"Come now my good lizard friend, don't be such a killjoy," Callis chuckled slightly before clearing his throat and straightening his tie. "Alright then, straight to business."
He handed over some papers to Urahan - world maps, maps of various nations surrounding the Empire and military plans.
"What if we told you that we can give you the world in just two weeks?"
"Surely you jest!" exclaimed Urahan in disbelief.
"If I am, I would be a clown not a merchant," Callis snorted, shaking his head. "If you would look at the plans, you will see that I have some 5000 fighter jets and bombers on standby in orbit. A massive air campaign can bomb your rivals to bits and then we will leave the rest for your ground forces to conquer. Tada - the world is yours."
"I wouldn't imagine it would be that easy...what do you want in return?" Urahan inquired. Callis simply pointed to the papers he gave. He grumbled in response and brought up his reading glasses as he flipped through them.
"In exchange for military support, the Zynothian Empire will join the Ancerious Transgalatic Trade Expansion Initiative and to facilitate its membership, will a) allow the IRS to construct spaceports on Zynothos, b) recognise those spaceports and the immediate area around it as sovereign territory of the IRS and c) accept temporary suzerainty - WAIT WHAT," Urahan's voice spiked up as he read out the third point.
"Ahem. Accept temporary suzerainty under the IRS to facilitate the necessary political and economic reforms for integration in the galactic economy..." Callis completed where Urahan left off.
"I know what I just read you sukabla!" Urahan cursed, fuming. "Suzerainty! You are asking me to surrender my government!"
"Jeez its only temporary," Callis shrugged. "Think about it Urahan. After conquering the world, how are you going to manage all the rebellions and dissent from the newly-conquered areas? How are you going to manage the logistics and administration of a global government? Your species never managed such a thing; but we did. So instead of waiting for you to take the risks and time and then end up getting overthrown and putting my plans into disarray, we speed things up and do it for you. Trust me, Urahan, you'll be seeing your people taking to the stars in your very own lifetime, in fact - if all goes well, in two years max."
"We will tutor your leaders, disseminate additional technologies and make the necessary adjustments so that your administration has the capability to manage things even beyond the planet. And the benefits does not even stop there; can you imagine the amount of trade coming your way once we complete the trading stations in this system? Best of it all, you will still remain in charge. You will go down in history as the High Lord who brought untold prosperity to the people of Zynothos in exchange for a few months of cooperation."
"High Lord? That title will soon be too underwhelming when you're colonising the stars. Overlord Urahan has a nice ring to it, don't you think?"
Callis's incessant seduction was too much for Urahan to ignore. It struck at his innermost desires; his wants for glory, to be immortalised in history as a great leader. And yes, 'Overlord Urahan' does sound pretty sweet. A deep sigh escaped his mandibles as he sat back into his chair, his eyes still glued at the contracts before him.
"Very well, Kal-Lis, you made your point. Where do I sign?"
Beyond the Karvoskayan Colonial Administrative Zone (K-CAZ)
Jenya Holsom Temporary Chartered Space, Kholsom I
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"My Lord, the 38th Assault Army has surrounded the Gyleth capital. Lord-General Hubanar estimates total capture in two weeks."
High Lord Urahan looked at his aide who brought him the telegram detailing his army's exploits. He nodded in approval and told him to relay his deepest regards to the Lord-General for accomplishing such a grand feat for the Zynothian Empire.
"Well, well, well...aren't you on a good mood today, Urahan."
The voice came out of nowhere from the High Lord's right. It was soft but hardly gentle, bristling with sinister intentions. And it was all too familiar.
"Kal-Lis," Urahan clicked his tongue, showing clear distaste.
Mr. Callis appeared, as if out of nowhere, through the side doors of the High Lord's Office, bringing with him an escort of 5 REKON special forces operatives decked in nanosuits, tactical gear and silenced automatic rifles. Urahan's aide jumped at the sight and quickly made his exit, bowing slightly to Callis on the way. A shameful display for the proud people of Zynothos, but understandable - these were the forces that had once brought the ever powerful Council of Lords to their knees.
"I see this little war is going well for you," Callis smirked, twisting his skeletal face, as he hovered over to Urahan's desk, picked up a model globe and started giving it a few spins. Urahan frowned, he wondered how long more will a High Lord such him have to suffer such humiliation by a mere arms merchant.
"Thanks to my rifles, yes?" Callis continued to probe.
"Yes," Urahan blurted with much reluctance. It was true after all. The only reason the 38th Assault Army ever made it all the way to Gyleth's capital in a matter of mere months is because of the automatic rifles sold by Mr. Callis in exchange for the Lightstones. In a world where even the most powerful of nations only used bolt-action rifles, the automatic rifle enabled the once losing Zynothian armies to turn the tide and sweep through the enemy trenches with such rapid speed that his military strategists had to spend countless nights typing out a radical doctrine never seen in history before. And it was not just rifles; Callis had supplied even more daring weapons - rockets, that allowed his forces to make short work of enemy tanks, beasts of metal that were once feared across the lands. In exchange for more of their world's natural resources of course.
"Kal-Lis, I don't think you came all the way here from space just to tease me. What kinds of proposals do you have this time? What deal do you want me to sign?" Urahan sighed.
"Come now my good lizard friend, don't be such a killjoy," Callis chuckled slightly before clearing his throat and straightening his tie. "Alright then, straight to business."
He handed over some papers to Urahan - world maps, maps of various nations surrounding the Empire and military plans.
"What if we told you that we can give you the world in just two weeks?"
"Surely you jest!" exclaimed Urahan in disbelief.
"If I am, I would be a clown not a merchant," Callis snorted, shaking his head. "If you would look at the plans, you will see that I have some 5000 fighter jets and bombers on standby in orbit. A massive air campaign can bomb your rivals to bits and then we will leave the rest for your ground forces to conquer. Tada - the world is yours."
"I wouldn't imagine it would be that easy...what do you want in return?" Urahan inquired. Callis simply pointed to the papers he gave. He grumbled in response and brought up his reading glasses as he flipped through them.
"In exchange for military support, the Zynothian Empire will join the Ancerious Transgalatic Trade Expansion Initiative and to facilitate its membership, will a) allow the IRS to construct spaceports on Zynothos, b) recognise those spaceports and the immediate area around it as sovereign territory of the IRS and c) accept temporary suzerainty - WAIT WHAT," Urahan's voice spiked up as he read out the third point.
"Ahem. Accept temporary suzerainty under the IRS to facilitate the necessary political and economic reforms for integration in the galactic economy..." Callis completed where Urahan left off.
"I know what I just read you sukabla!" Urahan cursed, fuming. "Suzerainty! You are asking me to surrender my government!"
"Jeez its only temporary," Callis shrugged. "Think about it Urahan. After conquering the world, how are you going to manage all the rebellions and dissent from the newly-conquered areas? How are you going to manage the logistics and administration of a global government? Your species never managed such a thing; but we did. So instead of waiting for you to take the risks and time and then end up getting overthrown and putting my plans into disarray, we speed things up and do it for you. Trust me, Urahan, you'll be seeing your people taking to the stars in your very own lifetime, in fact - if all goes well, in two years max."
"We will tutor your leaders, disseminate additional technologies and make the necessary adjustments so that your administration has the capability to manage things even beyond the planet. And the benefits does not even stop there; can you imagine the amount of trade coming your way once we complete the trading stations in this system? Best of it all, you will still remain in charge. You will go down in history as the High Lord who brought untold prosperity to the people of Zynothos in exchange for a few months of cooperation."
"High Lord? That title will soon be too underwhelming when you're colonising the stars. Overlord Urahan has a nice ring to it, don't you think?"
Callis's incessant seduction was too much for Urahan to ignore. It struck at his innermost desires; his wants for glory, to be immortalised in history as a great leader. And yes, 'Overlord Urahan' does sound pretty sweet. A deep sigh escaped his mandibles as he sat back into his chair, his eyes still glued at the contracts before him.
"Very well, Kal-Lis, you made your point. Where do I sign?"