<Malchior IV, The Norman's house>
The Norman nodded, and walked out of the kitchen. She went up to Klak, and patted him on the back. The man smiled and nodded at his adoptive mother.
Nadle: "Well, what's next?"
Klak: The Craft is in the hands of some wannabe despot, and a homicidal eldritch abomination is on the loose. We'll have to find at least one of them.
Coro: "I shall aid you in finding Caiaphus. He is much more dangerous than any of you can imagine. If the Dachori were threatened by him, then there's no telling what he'll do to your civilization."
Dr. Pa Vell: "Humans, especially Malchiorian humans, are a tough bunch. We can take him."
Bob: "Wait, Klak, aren't they going to put you on alert because of....well....you know?"
Klak: Sadly, it's not under my department's purview. I really hope they find that son of a bitch though. Same thing for the others.
The Norman: "Aye."
Nadle: "Hear, hear. Well, we should all get going and have some rest. The fight has left us all exhausted. Good night, Klak."
Klak: Night. Meet me in a few days.
Bob and Nadle laughed.
Bob: "Just enjoy your vacation till then. Aster, Richard, come with us. You too, Coro."
Bob and Nadle said their goodbyes, and left the house. Coro awkwardly waved goodbye at the group, and disappeared.
<Vongola, Uteriach's Palace>, same time
Uteriach: "Emperor Yetzirah, how are you? I hope I am not interrupting you. It's nighttime on this side of Vongola. Anyway, my government will be three days old tomorrow. I was wondering if you were willing to discuss the terms of establishing diplomatic relations. I know you hated Oncé's regime. I believe it's time for a change."
Vongola, Burjua Sector, The Next Morning>
Rahksha stoically stared at the burning mansions and the Revolutionary Soldiers running to and fro. Finally, the upper classes loyal to the old regime were receiving their just desserts. Rahkshi firmly believed that his people, the K'Thaan (the true native species of Vongola), had been oppressed the most by the old regime and its benefactors. It was a rich, human woman who hired his father as a butler for miserable wages and left his family to suffer in the throes of poverty. It was the same woman who forced his father to dress in non-traditional clothing. You see, the K'Thaan considered it offensive to show their true appearance to foreigners. It was not entirely out of xenophobia; rather, they considered the bond of their species to be too sacred for even Vongolan humans to understand. As such, they dressed in tunics and masks surrounded by large suits of armor, showing only their eyes. Rahksha wore a dark green and gold suit of armor as he stood before the crumbling empire of old.
As a result of the erosion of his father's pride and culture, Rahskha grew with a deep hatred for humans. He had the luck of being under the command of many xeno generals during his tenure in the army, one of them being Uteriach himself. The bond between the Dachori and the K'thaanic grew so strong that he was one of the first non-generals to be told about Armechio's plan for a revolution. Now, their dreams had been realized, and although the regime was only 3 days old, it had the backing of the people, especially the K'thaan. Everyone stood united, and although that included the species that Rahksha had hated the most, there would be efforts at making change. Plus, a xeno was leading them, one that understood the importance of honor, culture, and heritage more than anyone else.
After the burning of the Global Assembly, Uteriach had asked Rahskha to prepare a special force to purge the Burjua Sector, an area filed with the affluent, of any Oncé loyalists. He was also tasked with searching for any evidence of a nascent government-in-exile.
Vongolan Soldier: "Major Rahksha! We found something!"
Maj. Rahksha: "Yes, what is it?"
Vongolan Soldier: "Sir, we caught a group of loyalists trying to leave to what they called a haven. We pressed them for information, but they wouldn't give it up. They took the location with them to their deaths."
Rahksha: "Well, at least we know it exists. Thank you, Corporal."
The soldier saluted Rahksha, and left. The K'thaanic reached for his pistol (a futuristic looking Luger), and made his way to battered mansion. He entered, and began smashing some of the furniture.
Rahksha: "Where are you, scum?!"
A man wearing a suit emerged from a corridor.
???: "Leave us, I'm protected!"
Rahksha fired his weapon at the man, intentionally missing him.
Rahksha: "No you aren't, not anymore!"
He grinned, and ran up to the rich man, knocking him to the floor with a pistol whip to the head.
???: "My name is Joshua Kozín, I am a friend of the revolution. I gave you people money!"
Rahskha sneered down at Kozín, aiming his gun at his head. The temptation to kill him was nigh overwhelming, but he resisted, for it would be a pain to explain Kozín's death to his superiors. Suddenly, someone entering the mansion yelled: "Go easy on him, Rahkky!" Two K'thaanic soldiers came to them, their eyes narrowing because of their respective grins.
He groaned. Tulio and Julio had arrived. Rahksha could not stand them, and was surprised that they were all of the same species. He had hoped that deploying them on the other side of Burjua would have prevented them from crossing paths, but he was wrong.
Tulio: "He's one of us."
Julio: "And he's giving us money."
Rahksha: "Whatever. Let's go. Today you escape death, Kozín."
They all calmly walked out of the building, and were met by a woman wearing the uniform of a special forces operative.
Rahksha: "Agent Cassandra Cromwell, what do you have to report?"
Cassandra Cromwell: "Someone calling themselves "TPK" has been contacting some of his friends here. They are trying to form some kind of government-in-exile. I'll have to contact our experts to see if the Galactic Council will accept them, or us."
Rahksha: "Damn it. Well, let's keep looking. Kill indiscriminately, understand?"
Cassie: "With pleasure."
<Malchior IV, Presidential Estate, five days after the Yuy assassination>
President Howard raised his eyebrow, and stood up. He placed his hands on the table, and glared at the diplomat, leaning in closer to his face. The President was known in the Senate for his intimidation tactics.
President Howard: "Let me get this straight. You want us to ignore sapients' rights violations to prevent a defensive war? I'm not sure how things are in Tanari, but we Malchiorians feverishly protect our own. The people will rally behind another war with Coridan if it is necessary for our safety. It won't be fruitless or bloody, because we outmatch Coridan in capability and willpower. As for the Galactic Council, if we even provide a minimum amount of troops it would be a multilateral action to protect an oppressed people. I'm afraid I cannot accept this proposition."
A short man wearing a blue suit, a white shirt, and a red tie came inside. He had a massive grin on his face as he came up to the diplomat and shook his hand.
???: "What the President means to say is that you'll have to give us a better offer. My name is Olivio Krieger, Secretary of Foreign Affairs. How are you?"
<Shuttle, Ozar's Ship, five days after Yuy's death>
Fourteen looked up at Gene, and then to the letter of recommendation. He frowned, as his dreams of driving the shuttle shattered.
Fourteen: "Right, well, welcome Gene. You'll meet everyone in the back later."
He moved over to the co-pilot seat, and grabbed the communicator once Lincoln contacted them.
Fourteen: "*to Lincoln* Right, hurry up, and don't let them see you while your flying towards us."
Lalli Cain looked out the open door, and smiled at Ashton and Regina.
Lalli Cain: "Come inside, we're leaving. You okay, Sruban?"
Sruban raised up his hand, giving Lalli a thumbs up. He wiped his lips with his cloak, and stepped inside the shuttle.
Lalli Cain: "Eugh. There's a lavatory back there, man. Anyway, Regina, Ashton, you coming?"
Regina nervously cleared her throat, and entered the ship. Ashton silently insulted Cain with a smug grin, and followed her. Lalli rolled his eyes.
Fourteen: "*yelling* CAIN COULD YOU PLEASE SHUT THE DOOOOOOR!"
Lalli complied. The shuttle left Ozar's spaceship, and made its way to the convoy.
Fourteen: "Here we go, first ship. It's a frigate, so expect resistance. Cain, Taral, Ashton, you're up."
Regina widened her eyes and looked at her partners. Lalli Cain groaned.
Lalli: "I thought it would be two of us!"
Fourteen: "Oh, shut up Lalli! Did I bloody stutter? If I want to send the damn Mickey Mouse Club out there, I will!"
Lalli Cain grit his teeth angrily, and complied. The shuttle sneaked into the frigate's port, and dropped them off. Inside the cockpit, Fourteen looked at Gene and grinned.
Fourteen: "I love these cloaking systems. Alright, next ship, Gene. Be careful, I hear Pi'Lar corvettes have amazing targeting systems. This won't be easy."
Meanwhile, inside of the frigate, Lalli Cain looked to the others.
Lalli Cain: "Let's go. We need to get closer to the mainframe to hack into its systems."
Meanwhile, a platoon of guards was making their way to the docking bay.
OOS: Hope I'm not missing anyone. Waiting on Mally for the rest.
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