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| Sykes | Mar 30 2017, 10:15 PM Post #1 |
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The Radmin
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Through high archways and between grand statues dedicated to the lineage of Saiyan kings walked a lone figure, deep in thought over the events that had just come to pass. He stepped slowly, deliberately, letting the peace of the atmosphere quell the fire that burned within him even now. He had a hand upon his chin and the other resting on the hilt of his blade, his fingers gently strumming the bound grip of the weapon in a gentle rhythm. -~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~ All around a holographic conference room were members of various delegations, each in deep and turbulent discussion with one or several others. There was little organization to the ‘meeting’ but much was being accomplished. Corporations and politicians bought and sold resources and territory as they saw fit, making agreements under the jurisdiction of the Saiyan Empire without any regard to prohibitions, sanctions, or taxes. Ever since the king’s campaign on Namek had turned into an extended stay, all fealty outside of true loyalty went straight into the bin. At the center of it all was a certain Saiyan female, surrounded on all sides by representatives of several trade groups as well as a pair of Saiyan diplomats bearing the crest of the royal family. ”Are you certain we can use that district? Isn’t it all just a massive front for those Tong smugglers?” Asked a thin, green alien as he poured over several pages of holographic text running across a handheld display. ”The Tong?” Interjected a triclopic businessman. ”Shia, you’re playing with fire here. Those brutes can end us from a galaxy away in a single night!” He closed his screen and made to leave. Only to be stopped by a strong hand on his shoulder. ”Now now Mogrul, don’t you think I haven’t already accounted for them? I’m smarter than that.” Shia reached over his shoulder and tapped his screen awake, pulling up several files. ”The Viscount has been dead for well over a year now, and no one within the organization has stepped up? Don’t you think its strange? I do.” With a wave of her well-manicured hand, she sends a file from her tablet to his. ”So I sent a little care package their way and what do I get in return? Full access to the resources they once so jealously guarded.” Grinning softly, the woman closes her eyes and turns to walk away, gesturing as she goes to emphasize her words. ”The Tong are a ghost, a relic, once proud gatekeepers who now sell their keys to the highest bidder. And why? Because their master went and died, leaving no heir to keep the rabble in order.” Shia stopped before the entryway, turning again to get the attention of the dozens gathered. She cleared her throat, and then addressed those before her. ”This planet is a valuable resource, a hub tying the interests of many hundreds of civilizations together. Such an asset is best left in the care of one who can properly utilize it, no? One who can redistribute it’s many hoarded riches to those more deserving.” With each word, the greed of those gathered swelled until they were literally eating out of her outstretched hands. ”The age of the Royal family is coming to an end, and together, we can see to it that New Vegeta is left in the proper hands. And if those hands to be filled are mine… well then ill need a senate behind me, won’t I?” Those gathered were all but cheering for her now. Shia smirked seeing the imbeciles dance to her tune. She turned and began to raise her hand to open the sealed door, only for it to unlatch and open before she could. Before her stood a cloaked figure about a head taller than her, and about twice as broad shouldered. ”Wha- Who are-“ She was cut off when the figure pulled a portion of his sleeve away to reveal the crest of the Geshei Tong burned into the back of his hand. Shia let out a small gasp, but quickly regained control. ”This is a very bad place to do this, follow me.” She brushed past the figure and let the entryway close behind her, ushering her guest into a private room. Shia scanned the hallway before shutting the door and letting out a sigh. Resting her head on the metal plate of the door, she gathered her thoughts. ”I thought I told your people that I was NOT to be contacted directly.” She said, her fists clenching and her tone growing more terse. ”If you can’t follow even that simple instruction, we may have to revisit the matter of your paym-.” She spoke as she turned to face the cloaked figure, letting her words die in her throat upon seeing his exposed form. ”Good evening, Chancelor.” He said, locking his steely eyes with hers, seeing them widen in fear briefly before being reigned in almost immediately. Wrolen noticed this of course, and smirked inwardly. He crossed his arms as he continued to stare her down, encouraging her to finish her sentence. ”Wr-Wrolen? Y-you’re alive?” Shia prided herself on her tact and grace in any social situation, but this was one thing she was utterly unprepared for. A dozen contingency plans to deal with the Tong should she need to flashed across her mind but none of them included dealing with this monster of a problem. ”Apparently.” He said, strumming his fingers on his arm. ”While we’re stating the obvious, it seems you’ve managed to take hold of everything of import on my planet with great ease.” He slid a tablet across a table beside them, upon it were press releases pertaining to the shifting political atmosphere on the post-war planet. ”And even the obedience of my Tong with nothing more than money.” He ran a finger over the table, inspecting the dust that gathered upon it, and then lifting his gaze back to Shia. ”Tell me woman, when was the last time you ever heard of the Tong succumbing to the allure of mere zenni? Shia swallowed hard, thinking back to her dealings with the representatives of the Tong who had agreed to give her access to their shipping resources and underworld connections. It has gone so smoothly, too smoothly. She would have been suspicious if she thought someone with half a brain was running the show, but Wrolen was dead… or at least she thought he was. Narrowing her eyes at the man, she pointed an accusatory finger at him. ”How do I even know you’re really him?” She whipped out her own holopad and pulled up several files. ”Your body was extracted, examined, and ceremoniously incinerated. There was no way it was a fake.” Shia slammed down the tablet and continued to glare at the man, rage building in her eyes. ”The Tong would stoop so low to intimidate me?!” Wrolen cocked a brow and turned to face her, then casually strode toward Shia who resisted the urge to shirk in fear, standing tall against the brute. ”I-I Said I will NOT. BE. INTIMI-“ She was cut off when a massive palm slammed into the wall beside her head, effectively pinning her in place. She would have responded in kind but an overwhelming sensation of pleasure overcame her. A single finger had gently stroked the underside of the base of her tail, and she turned to goo instantly. ”O-oh… oh dammit… you’re really him, aren’t you?” She said between heavy breaths. ”Clearly.” Was his nonplussed response. Slowly losing her ability to reason, Shia was about to do something stupid, so instead she did something possibly more stupid. She pushed Wrolen off her and slapped him for good measure. It didn’t seem to faze him as he stepped back, shrugged, then returned to his holopad, stowing it away. ”You will cease all your scheming and tell your masters in the federation that this planet and all it’s assets belong to the descendants of Vegeta.” He said it so matter-of-factly that Shia was almost tempted to obey the command. ”Impossible.” She said with the same level of finality. ”You know as well as I do that the king has lost his support and will never hold the control he once did.” Shia took a step forward. ”But I can do what he cannot, don’t you see? I have the means to govern this world properly.” She prepared to roll the dice. ”And with your help, I could do it seamlessly. We could work together, just like old times.” She held her breath, it was a long shot, but no smart politician makes an enemy out of a potential ally. Wrolen knew what she said about his cousin was true, and that he had all but let his empire fall to pieces around him in short order, it was disgraceful. ”I already told you, Vegeta’s blood will sit on that throne, and no one else’s.” The woman took a moment to process this, then the color drained from her face. ”Y-you mean to tell me that you intend to take your cousin’s place?” He was silent for a long while, but responded eventually. ”I do.” Shia rubbed her temples. ”You fool, all your sons already forfeited their claims to the throne when they were old enough to contest the prince, you stand without an heir.” Wrolen’s thoughts drifted back to Shwarz, and what he had told him over a year ago. ”…The little one.” He almost whispered. ”What was that? Are we having a conversation or am I just going to tell you off and you mutter to yourself?” She crossed her own arms and tapped her foot impatiently. Wrolen shot her another glare and the tapping stoopped. ”I’ll have an heir by the time this is all over.” Shia paused and cocked a brow. ”What? Listen Wrolen I know we go way back but I’m not about to have your kid just like th-“ She was cut off by Wrolen brushing past her on his way out the door. ”Rather presumptuous, learn your place woman.” Shia was left blustered and wide-eyed. ”I-I’m the presumptuous one!? And where is my place supposed to be!?” He stopped in the doorway, turned his head halfway, and said, ”With everyone else.” He stepped away, leaving her sight. ”Beneath me.” 3 days 1700+/750 Rewards: 1 point toward Myself as ruler of New Vegeta Latent skill: Pawn of the Grand game Edited by Sykes, Mar 30 2017, 10:25 PM.
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