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7/22/2025, 4:17:15 PM
You have spread a great deal of Pacifist ideology into the Council among some of its members; the undercurrent that the Urgi must remain uninvolved in other conflicts in space is strong, especially given their closeness to the Esaal and Hegemony; both powerful militaries that they'd rather not tangle with.
Coincidentally, Council member number 12 is killed. As a rich and powerful arms merchant, specializing in the breeding of “biological targeting rocket systems” whose Hegemonic computers can't even hack; he made many enemies by accepting payments but not delivering weapon shipments to militaries, militias, and security forces on the losing side of conflicts. After all, if they were going to lose any way, he may as well not waste the inventory and keep the payment. This, among other practices, made him hated. It's not surprised he was finally killed. Strangely though, the killers took no credit for the murder, and the two high-caliber rounds from a personal talon-gun that ended his life were much more powerful then the average Urgi personal weapons. Normally, Urgi can't handle recoil of very strong firearms, and the material technology available to a common hitman isn't enough to penetrate that many thick layers of inner ship-hull. How strange!
His replacement is, through complete chance, a white bird who is a member of “the flock”, the large religious order also preaching peace and nonaggression, and a direct follower of Council Member #8.
Meanwhile, YOU happen to know exactly what caused both of these events. Your spymaster, Usis Nanonae, and your team working around the clock to bring out these changes and shake up the political landscape of the Urgi. Now you must simply keep up your vow and reap the benefits of the promises you made.
Suddenly, you receive a communication. Just before you could prepare your final plans for infiltration of the Urgi political system or your last attack wave. It's the Esaal's new Grand Admiral.
”Jaxtians! So good to see our fellow warrior rivals again!”
”Let me guess, this is about that favor we owe you?”
”Blunt and too the point! Hahahaaha. But I was thinking, maybe we Esaal should start doing that honorific stuff. You go by “your Majesty”, right? What should the great Esaal admiral go by?”
”...”
”Your ruthlessness? Your killeriest? Your badassness? Oh, maybe just “the terrible”?! What do you think?”
”I think, uhh, you'd know your culture better then mine... Brave one?”
”Ohhh! I like that, oh ho ho!”
Still beaming with pride and a bit of ego, much like yourself when you ascended, you figure this Esaal probably just got promoted. He's pretty young for the position too; the Esaal only ascend people to the highest ranks based on merit and achievement. You wonder if their culture is changing closer to yours over the years? Imitation being the most sincere form of flattery?
Coincidentally, Council member number 12 is killed. As a rich and powerful arms merchant, specializing in the breeding of “biological targeting rocket systems” whose Hegemonic computers can't even hack; he made many enemies by accepting payments but not delivering weapon shipments to militaries, militias, and security forces on the losing side of conflicts. After all, if they were going to lose any way, he may as well not waste the inventory and keep the payment. This, among other practices, made him hated. It's not surprised he was finally killed. Strangely though, the killers took no credit for the murder, and the two high-caliber rounds from a personal talon-gun that ended his life were much more powerful then the average Urgi personal weapons. Normally, Urgi can't handle recoil of very strong firearms, and the material technology available to a common hitman isn't enough to penetrate that many thick layers of inner ship-hull. How strange!
His replacement is, through complete chance, a white bird who is a member of “the flock”, the large religious order also preaching peace and nonaggression, and a direct follower of Council Member #8.
Meanwhile, YOU happen to know exactly what caused both of these events. Your spymaster, Usis Nanonae, and your team working around the clock to bring out these changes and shake up the political landscape of the Urgi. Now you must simply keep up your vow and reap the benefits of the promises you made.
Suddenly, you receive a communication. Just before you could prepare your final plans for infiltration of the Urgi political system or your last attack wave. It's the Esaal's new Grand Admiral.
”Jaxtians! So good to see our fellow warrior rivals again!”
”Let me guess, this is about that favor we owe you?”
”Blunt and too the point! Hahahaaha. But I was thinking, maybe we Esaal should start doing that honorific stuff. You go by “your Majesty”, right? What should the great Esaal admiral go by?”
”...”
”Your ruthlessness? Your killeriest? Your badassness? Oh, maybe just “the terrible”?! What do you think?”
”I think, uhh, you'd know your culture better then mine... Brave one?”
”Ohhh! I like that, oh ho ho!”
Still beaming with pride and a bit of ego, much like yourself when you ascended, you figure this Esaal probably just got promoted. He's pretty young for the position too; the Esaal only ascend people to the highest ranks based on merit and achievement. You wonder if their culture is changing closer to yours over the years? Imitation being the most sincere form of flattery?
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