Post by EmperorMyric on Mar 21, 2021 12:20:34 GMT
The large speaking halls of planet Daolsa's (Hope) largest city, were magnificent in the yellow sun's glow. Siqiz-Qaz, was built around the same time Daolsa, Praetor (Protector) and Yihamwu (Liberty) were founded. It is the capital of the Interstellar Covenanted States' colonial holding known as the Protectorate of Ancerious. The marble and gold speaking halls, not built to showcase the wealth of the republic, stood in the center of town. The large city, home to about fifteen hundred people and visited by twenty-thousand tourists a year, had no churches or places of worship. Inside the speaking halls, where the colony debated their political situations, the buzz of activity was reminiscent of days long ago on the home world millions of light years away.
The tradition of using speaking halls, dating back to five thousand years on planet Keosteyon, was brought to Daolsa in full swing. The modern speaking halls resembled a large theater, with a flat cathedral light front, and a rounded rear. The main lobby was blue and gold. The colors of the PoA, and made of blue marble. Native to Daolsa, and imported gold from Praetor and Yihamwu. The sky-blue lighting gave the gold a blue tint, as people rushed towards the main speaking hall in the rear.
Resembling a church, the main speaking hall was a simple theater with raised seats. There were LED TVs and neon lights, which gave a warm glow into the blue and gold room. The wall pattern, blue and gold vertical lines, gave an air of wealth to the tourists of the few allies of the Protectorate. The large podium in the center rear of the room, was occupied by the governor of the colony, Hoqi Roz-Qiaz. The dark skinned, handsome man was the grandson of two survivors of an impromptu invasion of the tether city on the home world, billions of light years away. He knew all about the aggressive nature of the closest colonial holding to the Protectorate.
As he eyed the incoming crowd of reporters, camera crews and dignitaries, outside, the famously small though well armored ships of the Republic's navy orbited in atmosphere overhead. A common sight these days. Seated near him on the stage behind, were six dignitaries from Praetor and Yihamwu. Taking in a deep breath, Hoqi prepared to speak. His deep voice echoing through the halls like his father's years before.
“Today, my fellow citizens, we stand in an awkward position.” As everyone sat down, he paused. “I know how this peace we have enjoyed for two years was fought and won, but it shall not last!” He said in a commanding tone. “Here to confirm this knowledge, are my advisers from Praetor and Yihamwu. They will explain the situation for the masses, and what we are to do should Daolsa get invaded again, by the Atlantean menace!” Conceding the floor now to the three delegates from Praetor, who stood up one after the other; Hoqi sat down in his seat between the two delegations.
“President Hoqi speaks to us on a regular basis,” said the spokesman, who introduced himself as Tozolqa Qolza. “During the two year's peace, Praetor and Yihamwu, both protectorates alongside Daolsa, have never stopped fighting border skirmishes with Atlanteans. Just over the course of three months, our spies and insiders, have shown that the Atlanteans are taking advantage of our allies' troubles elsewhere, and have amassed a massive invasion force along our border with Daolsa.” He looked very serious, as questions started coming in.
“Mr. Tozolqa, are we going to debate this matter, or simply fear-monger?” Asked a young reporter in the front. “What's there to say?” Tozolqa said, responding to her question. “President Hoqi's family was involved with the invasion of Olqa-Saoka sixty years ago, and he knows all about their threatening nature. No peace treaty was signed,and yet no serious war was fought since. We must always be on our guard.”
The buzz of excitement grew louder, as Tozolqa introduced Praetor's governor, Zolyiz Foza. The governor frowned at the crowd. Still wearing his military uniform. His piercing black eyes and white skin, looked blue in the warm glow, yet his voice was deeper than many had expected. The buzz grew louder, as people started to demand answers from him. “SILENCE!” He bellowed. “On Praetor, we have much more respect. One at a time, please!” Everyone stopped talking. “Mr. Governor, is it true that Praetor has never seen peace during these two -” “Yes!” He answered the male reporter from the back of the room. Predicting the next question from a pretty blonde in the middle of the room, he answered, “No, we don't withhold incidents from Daolsa. They are the governing body, and from what I understand, your news agency Miss. Semaiwu, has been over-exaggerating the peace the colonies have seen since the last intervention. I suggest you take a good look at how your agency handles wartime publications.” The shocked blonde sat down without asking her question. “Next?” He asked, looking around rapidly from person to person.
“Praetor has always been on the front lines of the war, sending daily reports to Daolsa so that they can be sent out to Keosteyon back home and relayed to the media on world. Many of us came from the Tether City. From Olqa-Saoka. We KNOW what it was like in one form or another, to deal with these Atlantean bastards. So don't get me wrong, your world may see peace, but as Hoqi pointed out and Tozolqa pointed out, there is no debate on the matter. War is coming, and we must prepare. Tonight, we must mobilize our troops in anticipation of an Atlantean invasion. There are seventeen news agencies in this room, and each one has been given the same set of data. Including localized evacuation plans for their regions, and ways to keep the populace calm and cared for. Let us prepare and welcome this enemy on our terms before they arrive on theirs. And now, I hand the floor to Governor Joqaiyu of Yihamwu. She's going to set the record straight on the intel we've gathered on our relentless foe's position and where they are expected to hit first.”
The older looking, skinny woman stood up with her delegation. Still wearing her ship's white bridge deck uniform, Joqaiyu spoke in simple terms. “This threat is very serious.” Her quavering voice said, echoing throughout the room. “Yihamwu and Praetor have both sent out binary transmissions to the Atlanteans, bidding them to leave us alone, and each message has been rejected. They have amassed twenty-thousand corvettes, a hundred battle cruisers; and five million invasion ships to take us on. Combine among our meager fleet, that is four times the number of what Praetor and Yihamwu can provide. However, if Daolsa mobilizes, we will stand a chance.” As Joqaiyu sat down, Hoqi stood up, and walked over to the podium.
“To echo the words of my colleague, It is not the might of Atlantis that I fear. I do NOT fear the Atlantean empire. Rather, I fear the lack of commitment to our collective defense. I fear the fact that we as a people have become complacent to the war we've been fighting all along. And I am pleading with all of you in this room, to echo that sentiment tp the people. Under your seats, you all have received a tablet with the relevant information to share with the public. Please share it in its entirety, and do not hesitate to explore any options we may have overlooked. I beg of you all. When the people realize what they are up against, they will fight. And they will defend their homes. Thank you all, and I will update the media on the nature of our military's mobilization tonight.
Aboard the bridge of the Daedalus, King Chronii of Atlantis was eying a map of the colonial holdings of the Protectorate of Ancerious. His father, the aging emperor Chronulus, was sitting with him. “My son,” He said, eying the holographic map. “I fear that if you make this decision now, the foe will be ready to fight by the morning.” The bearded emperor, looked worried, as Chronii frowned, thinking his situation through carefully. “Why has your heart grown soft, father? We are more than prepared to handle this threat.” He said. “They attacked us sixty years ago, son.” Chronulus said. Sighing, Chronii frowned. “I understand that, father. They will pay for their insolence. When we needed their resources the most, they refused to give to us our fill. Their selfishness will be paid for in blood. Even after sixty years, I will avenge the loss of our troops to these apes.”
Frowning and shaking his head, Chronulus got up from his seat. The darkened bridge seemed to envelope him. “Okay, son.” He said. “Speak on your actions as you wish, but never make the same mistake I did. This race of men, they are no apes. They are learners. Builders of things; and lovers of peace. And they will fight you to the death to gain that peace they so cherish. I beg of you. Reconsider.”
Chronii smiled and laughed maniacally. “Sure father. Once they are all dead, and Hades has taken his fill of their blood, then we will stop the war against them. It is my nation now. My empire to rule. I respect your concern regarding my decision, but once we arrive at the world they call Daolsa, we will destroy them once and for all.
Walking out of the bridge now, Chronulus could only fume.
As he entered the hangar bay where his private ship was kept, he asked the crewman to take him back to the planet of Poseid.
Aboard the bridge, Chronii looked at his crew. “Take us to Daolsa. On the morning, we sack the planet!” “Yes, sir.” His navigation officer said, as the ship shuttered at top speed. The solar sails, used for short distance travel, flared open, and the crew sat down to enjoy the flight.
The tradition of using speaking halls, dating back to five thousand years on planet Keosteyon, was brought to Daolsa in full swing. The modern speaking halls resembled a large theater, with a flat cathedral light front, and a rounded rear. The main lobby was blue and gold. The colors of the PoA, and made of blue marble. Native to Daolsa, and imported gold from Praetor and Yihamwu. The sky-blue lighting gave the gold a blue tint, as people rushed towards the main speaking hall in the rear.
Resembling a church, the main speaking hall was a simple theater with raised seats. There were LED TVs and neon lights, which gave a warm glow into the blue and gold room. The wall pattern, blue and gold vertical lines, gave an air of wealth to the tourists of the few allies of the Protectorate. The large podium in the center rear of the room, was occupied by the governor of the colony, Hoqi Roz-Qiaz. The dark skinned, handsome man was the grandson of two survivors of an impromptu invasion of the tether city on the home world, billions of light years away. He knew all about the aggressive nature of the closest colonial holding to the Protectorate.
As he eyed the incoming crowd of reporters, camera crews and dignitaries, outside, the famously small though well armored ships of the Republic's navy orbited in atmosphere overhead. A common sight these days. Seated near him on the stage behind, were six dignitaries from Praetor and Yihamwu. Taking in a deep breath, Hoqi prepared to speak. His deep voice echoing through the halls like his father's years before.
“Today, my fellow citizens, we stand in an awkward position.” As everyone sat down, he paused. “I know how this peace we have enjoyed for two years was fought and won, but it shall not last!” He said in a commanding tone. “Here to confirm this knowledge, are my advisers from Praetor and Yihamwu. They will explain the situation for the masses, and what we are to do should Daolsa get invaded again, by the Atlantean menace!” Conceding the floor now to the three delegates from Praetor, who stood up one after the other; Hoqi sat down in his seat between the two delegations.
“President Hoqi speaks to us on a regular basis,” said the spokesman, who introduced himself as Tozolqa Qolza. “During the two year's peace, Praetor and Yihamwu, both protectorates alongside Daolsa, have never stopped fighting border skirmishes with Atlanteans. Just over the course of three months, our spies and insiders, have shown that the Atlanteans are taking advantage of our allies' troubles elsewhere, and have amassed a massive invasion force along our border with Daolsa.” He looked very serious, as questions started coming in.
“Mr. Tozolqa, are we going to debate this matter, or simply fear-monger?” Asked a young reporter in the front. “What's there to say?” Tozolqa said, responding to her question. “President Hoqi's family was involved with the invasion of Olqa-Saoka sixty years ago, and he knows all about their threatening nature. No peace treaty was signed,and yet no serious war was fought since. We must always be on our guard.”
The buzz of excitement grew louder, as Tozolqa introduced Praetor's governor, Zolyiz Foza. The governor frowned at the crowd. Still wearing his military uniform. His piercing black eyes and white skin, looked blue in the warm glow, yet his voice was deeper than many had expected. The buzz grew louder, as people started to demand answers from him. “SILENCE!” He bellowed. “On Praetor, we have much more respect. One at a time, please!” Everyone stopped talking. “Mr. Governor, is it true that Praetor has never seen peace during these two -” “Yes!” He answered the male reporter from the back of the room. Predicting the next question from a pretty blonde in the middle of the room, he answered, “No, we don't withhold incidents from Daolsa. They are the governing body, and from what I understand, your news agency Miss. Semaiwu, has been over-exaggerating the peace the colonies have seen since the last intervention. I suggest you take a good look at how your agency handles wartime publications.” The shocked blonde sat down without asking her question. “Next?” He asked, looking around rapidly from person to person.
“Praetor has always been on the front lines of the war, sending daily reports to Daolsa so that they can be sent out to Keosteyon back home and relayed to the media on world. Many of us came from the Tether City. From Olqa-Saoka. We KNOW what it was like in one form or another, to deal with these Atlantean bastards. So don't get me wrong, your world may see peace, but as Hoqi pointed out and Tozolqa pointed out, there is no debate on the matter. War is coming, and we must prepare. Tonight, we must mobilize our troops in anticipation of an Atlantean invasion. There are seventeen news agencies in this room, and each one has been given the same set of data. Including localized evacuation plans for their regions, and ways to keep the populace calm and cared for. Let us prepare and welcome this enemy on our terms before they arrive on theirs. And now, I hand the floor to Governor Joqaiyu of Yihamwu. She's going to set the record straight on the intel we've gathered on our relentless foe's position and where they are expected to hit first.”
The older looking, skinny woman stood up with her delegation. Still wearing her ship's white bridge deck uniform, Joqaiyu spoke in simple terms. “This threat is very serious.” Her quavering voice said, echoing throughout the room. “Yihamwu and Praetor have both sent out binary transmissions to the Atlanteans, bidding them to leave us alone, and each message has been rejected. They have amassed twenty-thousand corvettes, a hundred battle cruisers; and five million invasion ships to take us on. Combine among our meager fleet, that is four times the number of what Praetor and Yihamwu can provide. However, if Daolsa mobilizes, we will stand a chance.” As Joqaiyu sat down, Hoqi stood up, and walked over to the podium.
“To echo the words of my colleague, It is not the might of Atlantis that I fear. I do NOT fear the Atlantean empire. Rather, I fear the lack of commitment to our collective defense. I fear the fact that we as a people have become complacent to the war we've been fighting all along. And I am pleading with all of you in this room, to echo that sentiment tp the people. Under your seats, you all have received a tablet with the relevant information to share with the public. Please share it in its entirety, and do not hesitate to explore any options we may have overlooked. I beg of you all. When the people realize what they are up against, they will fight. And they will defend their homes. Thank you all, and I will update the media on the nature of our military's mobilization tonight.
Aboard the bridge of the Daedalus, King Chronii of Atlantis was eying a map of the colonial holdings of the Protectorate of Ancerious. His father, the aging emperor Chronulus, was sitting with him. “My son,” He said, eying the holographic map. “I fear that if you make this decision now, the foe will be ready to fight by the morning.” The bearded emperor, looked worried, as Chronii frowned, thinking his situation through carefully. “Why has your heart grown soft, father? We are more than prepared to handle this threat.” He said. “They attacked us sixty years ago, son.” Chronulus said. Sighing, Chronii frowned. “I understand that, father. They will pay for their insolence. When we needed their resources the most, they refused to give to us our fill. Their selfishness will be paid for in blood. Even after sixty years, I will avenge the loss of our troops to these apes.”
Frowning and shaking his head, Chronulus got up from his seat. The darkened bridge seemed to envelope him. “Okay, son.” He said. “Speak on your actions as you wish, but never make the same mistake I did. This race of men, they are no apes. They are learners. Builders of things; and lovers of peace. And they will fight you to the death to gain that peace they so cherish. I beg of you. Reconsider.”
Chronii smiled and laughed maniacally. “Sure father. Once they are all dead, and Hades has taken his fill of their blood, then we will stop the war against them. It is my nation now. My empire to rule. I respect your concern regarding my decision, but once we arrive at the world they call Daolsa, we will destroy them once and for all.
Walking out of the bridge now, Chronulus could only fume.
As he entered the hangar bay where his private ship was kept, he asked the crewman to take him back to the planet of Poseid.
Aboard the bridge, Chronii looked at his crew. “Take us to Daolsa. On the morning, we sack the planet!” “Yes, sir.” His navigation officer said, as the ship shuttered at top speed. The solar sails, used for short distance travel, flared open, and the crew sat down to enjoy the flight.