Guanyu
28-07-2004, 06:25
Emperor Karhoff was not pleased. He had been called out of an important meeting with a foreign dignitary to deal with some situation that apparently could not wait. At least, it had better be a situation that couldn’t wait. He would be highly displeased otherwise.
His doubts and his unhappiness gave way to fear when he saw who had called him out of the meeting. Boris Yeltsin, the somewhat treacherous yet extremely capable Defense Minister of the Empire, would not have interrupted Karhoff for anything short of an emergency. “What’s happened, Boris?”
“I’m not quite sure how to explain it, Sire. Hostmaster Hessman just transmitted this to Guanyu Beta a short time ago.” Yeltsin cued up a vidscreen, and Karhoff watched his second best tactician’s face fade into view.
“This is Hostmaster Hessman of the Second Host of the Guanyan Aerospace Navy. I hereby resign my commission-” Karhoff’s jaw dropped “-and declare this Host the Mun’ji Mercenaries. My men stand with me in this. We will not be swayed from this course of action. Know, however, that I resolve here and now never to endanger the citizens of the Empire through my actions as Commander of the Mun’ji. I’m sorry, Sire, but I have my reasons.” The screen cut out.
Karhoff’s jaw worked silently, his face turning from its usual turquoise color to a shade of dark blue. “He…he…WHAT IN THE HELL DOES HE THINK HE’S DOING?!”
Yeltsin sighed. “I’m not sure, Sire, but I am sure we don’t have the time or the spare power to stop him. Hessman is - was - one of our best Hostmasters. Diverting enough force from current assignments to eradicate him would cripple the Empire. We just have to trust him.”
If Karhoff had been human, he might have had an apoplectic fit at that moment. With a visible effort he composed himself. His voice icy with rage, he turned toward the door. “Keep an eye on him, Boris. I’ve got to get back to my meeting.” Karhoff stormed out the door and down the corridor as Yeltsin stared at the vidscreen.
“What are you doing, Hessman old friend?” He whispered, turning his head to stare off into space, suddenly feeling very lost and alone. “What do you see that the rest of us do not?”
OOC: This is just a foundation for later RPs in which I’ll be using Hessman’s new mercenary fleet. Nothing more will follow, it’s pretty much an FYI.
His doubts and his unhappiness gave way to fear when he saw who had called him out of the meeting. Boris Yeltsin, the somewhat treacherous yet extremely capable Defense Minister of the Empire, would not have interrupted Karhoff for anything short of an emergency. “What’s happened, Boris?”
“I’m not quite sure how to explain it, Sire. Hostmaster Hessman just transmitted this to Guanyu Beta a short time ago.” Yeltsin cued up a vidscreen, and Karhoff watched his second best tactician’s face fade into view.
“This is Hostmaster Hessman of the Second Host of the Guanyan Aerospace Navy. I hereby resign my commission-” Karhoff’s jaw dropped “-and declare this Host the Mun’ji Mercenaries. My men stand with me in this. We will not be swayed from this course of action. Know, however, that I resolve here and now never to endanger the citizens of the Empire through my actions as Commander of the Mun’ji. I’m sorry, Sire, but I have my reasons.” The screen cut out.
Karhoff’s jaw worked silently, his face turning from its usual turquoise color to a shade of dark blue. “He…he…WHAT IN THE HELL DOES HE THINK HE’S DOING?!”
Yeltsin sighed. “I’m not sure, Sire, but I am sure we don’t have the time or the spare power to stop him. Hessman is - was - one of our best Hostmasters. Diverting enough force from current assignments to eradicate him would cripple the Empire. We just have to trust him.”
If Karhoff had been human, he might have had an apoplectic fit at that moment. With a visible effort he composed himself. His voice icy with rage, he turned toward the door. “Keep an eye on him, Boris. I’ve got to get back to my meeting.” Karhoff stormed out the door and down the corridor as Yeltsin stared at the vidscreen.
“What are you doing, Hessman old friend?” He whispered, turning his head to stare off into space, suddenly feeling very lost and alone. “What do you see that the rest of us do not?”
OOC: This is just a foundation for later RPs in which I’ll be using Hessman’s new mercenary fleet. Nothing more will follow, it’s pretty much an FYI.