Klonor
21-01-2004, 05:21
With a sigh the Duke Klonor signed the last of the papers before him, setencing 329 people to a life in prison. The sigh was not for the people he had just setenced, every one of them deserved far worse, but for the nostalgia conjured up by the papers.
The men he'd just setenced were the last surviving members of the Dor Rebellion (Huge RP way back in August of 03), and he couldn't help but remember what the Dor Rebellion had brought about (besides massive death and destruction). The Sons of Dor, a rival bloodline who attempted to usurp the leadership of the Duchy, had staged a revolution and, using captured ships from neighboring nations, attempted to kill the Duke and wipe out the Vicegral Palace. While that was not worthy of said nostalgia, what resulted of it was.
The ships stolen to be used in the assault had been stolen from Jimathon, a neighboring space Empire. That was the first real contact the two nations had had, and it led to a rather remarkable relationship between the two leaders. However, Jimathon had been out of contact for years now and the Duke was getting a bit lonely. Royalty and power aside, men need somebody to go out drinking with. And who besides fellow Heads of State could be a Duke go out drinking with?
"Johnson, can you come in here for a minute?"
"What can I do for you, sir?"
"Take a letter."
He clears his throat, drinks some water, rearranges his underwear, then begins
"'To whom it may concern, I, the Duke Solomon Klonor, am holding an official reception.....' oh, screw it. Just send out an open transmission to anybody we've had contact with over the years. Tell them I've got a keg and to get over here as soon as they can."
"Yes, sir."
"Good. Now, bring me a keg! Oh, and make sure you've got one ready for when the guests arrive."
The men he'd just setenced were the last surviving members of the Dor Rebellion (Huge RP way back in August of 03), and he couldn't help but remember what the Dor Rebellion had brought about (besides massive death and destruction). The Sons of Dor, a rival bloodline who attempted to usurp the leadership of the Duchy, had staged a revolution and, using captured ships from neighboring nations, attempted to kill the Duke and wipe out the Vicegral Palace. While that was not worthy of said nostalgia, what resulted of it was.
The ships stolen to be used in the assault had been stolen from Jimathon, a neighboring space Empire. That was the first real contact the two nations had had, and it led to a rather remarkable relationship between the two leaders. However, Jimathon had been out of contact for years now and the Duke was getting a bit lonely. Royalty and power aside, men need somebody to go out drinking with. And who besides fellow Heads of State could be a Duke go out drinking with?
"Johnson, can you come in here for a minute?"
"What can I do for you, sir?"
"Take a letter."
He clears his throat, drinks some water, rearranges his underwear, then begins
"'To whom it may concern, I, the Duke Solomon Klonor, am holding an official reception.....' oh, screw it. Just send out an open transmission to anybody we've had contact with over the years. Tell them I've got a keg and to get over here as soon as they can."
"Yes, sir."
"Good. Now, bring me a keg! Oh, and make sure you've got one ready for when the guests arrive."