2319.08.01 – President’s Office, Earth
President Ersh na-Filvan rubbed his closed eyes. The last four years had seen quite a rollercoaster in Roman lands, and he hoped this last development was the last for some time.
Firstly, he needed to focus on the war with the Janislaws. Romans didn’t give him time to focus on that. Not entirely. Always squabbling. Always rebellions.
The Sathorian Hegemony had fallen in 2316, and Sol had rejoiced. Finally, the last fleet could move from Roman space to the
real battle ground. Sol had annexed the rebellious territory, gaining another foothold in between Roman, the
other Roman and the Akkano space. Ah, the Akkano never gave any troubles. Good vassals. Friends, even. Freed from the Triech yoke.
It couldn’t last, of course. On route home to Sol space, the fleet had been ambushed by the Illyria Uprising, as they called themselves initially, in Roman Regime space. The fleet had to emergency jump as they were not battle ready, and it took months –
months – before they were able to push back at what was now known as the Great Gudgan Autocracy.
Thankfully, the uprising was weak, and now, one and a half year later, they were beaten. This time he did not annex their lands, but kept them part of the Roman Regime. He needed to focus on the war – the
real war – and had no time for Roman business. If only he hadn’t given the Romans such lenient terms, so he could’ve just annexed them…
He sighed. A matter for another time.
Now the main Sol fleet and the Quenti fleet had recaptured all of occupied Sol space except five systems. Soon, it would be none. Or, perhaps one. His admirals were not sure the combined might of Sol and the Quenti could take on the combined might of the Janislaw and allies’ fleets inside Sol space. Win? Perhaps. Phyrric? Most probably.
But they didn’t have to beat the fleets. Just isolate it. The war was all but won. The Sol systems still under occupation was not claimed by the Jansilaw, and only some scattered systems in allies space were occupied by the enemy now. Some claimed by them though, So if only the allies had kept faith… War exhaustion had become a problem. And now. Now they all wanted peace.
Peace meant Sol gained land. Good.
It also meant the Soverieign Otherian Domains lost five systems. Separating Sol from her allies by way of direct hyperspace travel.
Not good. Not good at all. He had tasked his science department with exploring the hypothetical possibility of jump drives. As it was now, Sol and her vassals no longer had direct access to her allies.
It was bad. Very bad. But he could not stop the peace talks. His people, and his allies all wanted peace. He had run out of time. He had won the war, sure. But it was a phyrric victory.
He sighed. It was what it was. He needed to do the best out of it.
Ersh opened his eyes. Straightened. It was time for some meetings. Time to plan the post-peace Sol.
