Well they seem entirely trustworthy and in no way likely to stav a weakened Sol in the back while the fleets are in the yard. There is no way this can go horribly wrong.
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Oh my. Does Ersh know what he’s doing? I feel like he’s about to get tangled up in his own webs that he’s been spinning.
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So these citizens are being modified to shed precious stones like body odor??? Interesting. Lol
Yeah I don't trust promises like that from the Quenti. Looking forward to seeing how all that goes.
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Yeah I don't trust promises like that from the Quenti. Looking forward to seeing how all that goes.
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How nice of the Quenti. On the other hand, if they want war so bad, they can't complain if Sol lets them do all the work. Sol needs some insurance against a backstab, after all...
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He trusts his allies and his own intelliegence agency. Should he? Well...
Yes, and possibly some other species will get it too.
Right now our focus is the war. Surely it'll go well. Yeah, they need to do all the work. For now. As for strength, the image says it all, right? We're far superior. Should be cake walk.
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I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about.
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2300.07.30 – President’s Office, Earth
2300.07.30 – President’s Office, Earth
“Again?”
President Ersh na- Filvan looked perplexed at his aide.
“Again?”
Ersh shook his head. Those Romans were a pain in the arse, and had been for as long as Sol had known them. First as an enemy, then as a vassal incapable of keeping their planets in check.
He wished he had someone like Spartacul in either the Roman Empire or the Roman Regime, but Spartacul was no more. He had, apparently, choked on his dinner. A thin excuse, Ersh thought, but perhaps the Empress had finally clued in.
Or perhaps he had indeed had a bad case of indigestion? In any case, Ersh had no spy as high up as him, not anymore.
He turned to his aide.
“These Sathorians, they really should just migrate to one single entity.”
He paused.
“Well, we are at war, but the Romans cannot be trusted to rule these aliens anymore. Inform the Romans we will come, but we will annex them into Sol whenever they are beaten.”
He sighed. This meant he either had to trust the Romans to deal with the rebellion, which he did not, or he would have to send one of his fleets and armies up there, instead of towards the real enemy – the Janislaws and their vassals.
But first, he had to get the ships finished with their upgrades.
“Again?”
President Ersh na- Filvan looked perplexed at his aide.
“Again?”
Ersh shook his head. Those Romans were a pain in the arse, and had been for as long as Sol had known them. First as an enemy, then as a vassal incapable of keeping their planets in check.
He wished he had someone like Spartacul in either the Roman Empire or the Roman Regime, but Spartacul was no more. He had, apparently, choked on his dinner. A thin excuse, Ersh thought, but perhaps the Empress had finally clued in.
Or perhaps he had indeed had a bad case of indigestion? In any case, Ersh had no spy as high up as him, not anymore.
He turned to his aide.
“These Sathorians, they really should just migrate to one single entity.”
He paused.
“Well, we are at war, but the Romans cannot be trusted to rule these aliens anymore. Inform the Romans we will come, but we will annex them into Sol whenever they are beaten.”
He sighed. This meant he either had to trust the Romans to deal with the rebellion, which he did not, or he would have to send one of his fleets and armies up there, instead of towards the real enemy – the Janislaws and their vassals.
But first, he had to get the ships finished with their upgrades.
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The Sathorians and Romans are in competition to see who can be the bigger thorn-in-one's-side.
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Spartacul was a spy for Earth? I knew he was suspicious!
Yeah, Rome isn't going to be happy about this decision. Maybe they should've been more competent?
Yeah, Rome isn't going to be happy about this decision. Maybe they should've been more competent?
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Really?
Truer words... They are a menace to all of the galaxy. And especially Ersh.
Yes, I thought that was pretty clear.
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Letting vassals have minions is always a mistake, hopefully one that will not be repeated.
Once again we see the foolishness of na-Filvan in letting Sol's fleets rust away while he was off playing God and tampering with genes. Neither of his options are good and he's going to be forced into a delay anyway as the fleets aren't ready.
Once again we see the foolishness of na-Filvan in letting Sol's fleets rust away while he was off playing God and tampering with genes. Neither of his options are good and he's going to be forced into a delay anyway as the fleets aren't ready.
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Nooo!! Not Spartacul! Why didn't Ersh send him some of his life-extending techs??
But maybe that wouldn't have done any good if the Empress clued in. lol
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But maybe that wouldn't have done any good if the Empress clued in.
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By now the once mighty Roman Empire is a joke. But I can't integrate them due to laws.
Na-Filvan did much good, but in the process he neglected the fleets to the extremes. Each time they should've been upgraded, he reinforced them and sent them to war. The navy at this time should've been at least twice as mighty in raw fleet power. And should have had at least one if not two newer generations of space motors installed. It would have been okay had not this war come, for na-Filvan had ordered the fleets to go to Earth to upgrade - another mistake of course is he has not invested in another or more shipyards... But now we are at war with the Janislaws, as well as the rebels. Good thing the Janislaws reportedly is very weak, right?
Yeah, he was old at this point, at least as old as Ersh, and he is over 100 at this point IIRC. And you know, if your life is cut short by "accident", no tech can save you. Just ask Darth Plageous.Nooo!! Not Spartacul! Why didn't Ersh send him some of his life-extending techs??
But maybe that wouldn't have done any good if the Empress clued in.
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2301.10.30 – President’s Office, Earth
2301.10.30 – President’s Office, Earth
“Mister President?”
The aide looked worried. Taking a step forward, he cocked his head.
“Mister President? Are you all right?”
President Ersh na-Filvan felt like he was falling. He looked paler by the second. He looked up.
“I need a glass of water. Please.”
As the aide left, Ersh looked again at the report in front of him. Janislaw. They were supposed to be weak. Easy to beat.
He dried his brow. Easy. And the Quenti would take the brunt of the enemy forces as his navies upgraded and was expanded. It was supposed to be easy!
He took a deep breath. Looked at the report again. Superior. Superior in forces, strength, numbers, the lot. And superior in tech.
How could this happen? How could the intel be so wrong? And worst of all, there were now conformed reports of enemy ships closing in on the southern border of Sol space. Well over 40k in total fleet power. He had twenty-three. Twenty. Three.
He was screwed, he knew it. The Quenti had a fleet on the way, but even without any delays, it was years away, even with the newest tech.
No, he was sure the war was winnable. But he would need the Quenti to deliver. He would need his fleets to have the time to upgrade. It would take a couple of years alone.
He gritted his teeth. He had the “luxury” of depth. But it would cost millions of lives. Planets occupied. Senseless suffering. He knew he would have to sacrifice a lot. No. He knew Sol’s citizens would have to sacrifice a lot. For him. His foolishness.
A quick look at the recommendations from his generals. Yes, planets would fall. Systems. Perhaps even closing in on the core. On Earth. But it would be possible. Had to be possible.
He would see it done. For Sol. For his dream.
“Mister President?”
The aide looked worried. Taking a step forward, he cocked his head.
“Mister President? Are you all right?”
President Ersh na-Filvan felt like he was falling. He looked paler by the second. He looked up.
“I need a glass of water. Please.”
As the aide left, Ersh looked again at the report in front of him. Janislaw. They were supposed to be weak. Easy to beat.
He dried his brow. Easy. And the Quenti would take the brunt of the enemy forces as his navies upgraded and was expanded. It was supposed to be easy!
He took a deep breath. Looked at the report again. Superior. Superior in forces, strength, numbers, the lot. And superior in tech.
How could this happen? How could the intel be so wrong? And worst of all, there were now conformed reports of enemy ships closing in on the southern border of Sol space. Well over 40k in total fleet power. He had twenty-three. Twenty. Three.
He was screwed, he knew it. The Quenti had a fleet on the way, but even without any delays, it was years away, even with the newest tech.
No, he was sure the war was winnable. But he would need the Quenti to deliver. He would need his fleets to have the time to upgrade. It would take a couple of years alone.
He gritted his teeth. He had the “luxury” of depth. But it would cost millions of lives. Planets occupied. Senseless suffering. He knew he would have to sacrifice a lot. No. He knew Sol’s citizens would have to sacrifice a lot. For him. His foolishness.
A quick look at the recommendations from his generals. Yes, planets would fall. Systems. Perhaps even closing in on the core. On Earth. But it would be possible. Had to be possible.
He would see it done. For Sol. For his dream.
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Saw that coming from a light year away.
The dehydrated, hermetically-sealed excrement has hit the fan… err… respiratory ventilation ducts.
The dehydrated, hermetically-sealed excrement has hit the fan… err… respiratory ventilation ducts.
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That was a close one. A greater man might have learnt something from this debacle, na-Filvan however is made of weaker stuff so has clearly learnt nothing at all and will continue pig-headedly blundering along in his arrogant way. The suffering that Sol is about to suffer is an entirely just and deserved punishment for continuing to elect such a complete tit as President.
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@Nikolai that's always a hair-raising moment when you realize you've underestimated your opponent. I had that experience a couple days ago.
Looking forward to how this works out!
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Looking forward to how this works out!
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