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A short, indefinably ugly man sits in front of a laptop in a back room of a certain villa, staring at the blank screen while a corner of his mind takes in the raucous noise of twins playing somewhere off in the distance. He knows he needs to do this; the reminders are getting frequently more strident. He hates the conflict it created in what should be his home life, but it is so very difficult.

This is my baby, he thinks to himself uncomfortably. Yes, I'm just one of three but this is my concept, my creation. I never dreamed it could be so successful, and if I want it to stay that way I need to pass it on. Gods, I wish I could do more, like I used to.

He runs his fingers through his graying hair and sighs, summoning the will to begin composing. He stares at the blank screen a while longer and grumbles.

There are other matters demanding his attention. Economic forecasts, exploration results, disciplinary actions, political unrest; a million things beckon to him, offering him the chance to put off this announcement just a little bit longer. The temptation to do so is great, but his conscience pricks him.

Imagine that, me with a conscience, he noted wryly, understanding that the observation is simply another delaying tactic. There was a time when everyone thought it had been burned out of me. A time when I thought it had been, too. Damned the Triumvirate, and their lofty ideals! Damn them for infecting Nath with their noble sentiments, and damn her for dragging me along with her!

He isn't truly angry at any of them, just himself. Not for any ideals, but for his own cowardice. He doesn't want to let go. He doesn't want to do this.

The steady clack of bootheels reaches his ears, and he smiles as he hears the rhythm falter momentarily before picking up again at a slightly modified pace. She's still determined to prove I can't always tell it's her.

The footsteps grow louder until they pause at the door and a soft knock follows.

"Come in, Red," he answers.

The Dread Lady Nathicana, self-made Empress of the Dominion and mother of his child pokes her head into the room with a scowl on her face. After all these years she's still competitive enough to hate losing, even with him. "Dev, the bambinos are restless and you promised Marcus you would meet him in the courtyard soon."

Treznor squeezes his eyes shut for a moment. It's a legitimate excuse to put down the laptop and procrastinate longer, but it's wrong and he knows it. "I'll be there. I'll keep my promise. I'm just trying to keep another one."

The scowl lifts, but only for a moment. Nathicana steps fully into the room and inspects him searchingly. "You could play more than just an advisory role, you know."

He sets the laptop aside. It's his turn to scowl, now. "Don't you think I would if I could? It's gotten too hard, Nath. I can't keep up with all of my responsibilities. Something has to give, and Marcus isn't old enough to take over from me."

"Then delegate! You've been able to do it before. Send someone else in your place. No one will think you weak for it, and I'll get the support I need on the council!"

"We've been over this before," he reminds her as he feels their old argument cycling back. "I'd still have to review everything the delegate does. I can't just put myself at a remove. I'll kill myself trying to do everything. I almost have. I need to do this."

"Then do it! Il Dios, I've never seen you so indecisive! What happened to the strong, decisive man you used to be?"

"You think you can --" Treznor stops himself in mid-shout and forces himself to relax. "I got old, Red. It happens. It's just...I hate letting go of something I love. That's why I could never leave you in peace. This is the same thing, and it's hard."

Nathicana's expression softens. "I know, Dev. I know. But you've got to do something."

"I do." He sits in silence a moment longer, then picks up the laptop again. His fingers poised, he summons his will and begins to type.

It is my solemn duty to call a meeting with the leaders of all active member nations within the Non-Democratic Alliance. We have matters of import that have been put off too long, and it is now time to resolve them. The Council will meet at our headquarters on Unity Island in one week's time. We request and require that you be in attendance.

On behalf of the Ruling Council of the Non-Democratic Alliance,

Devon Treznor
Emperor

He re-reads the message and moves to send it, but hesitates. He looks up imploringly into Nathicana's eyes, and she nods sharply. With a sigh, he sends it.

"All right," he says as he stands up and puts the laptop away. "Let's go see about fulfilling my other promise today."

"... And just in; a message from Emperor Treznor as a Ruling Council member. Request and require the presence of all NDA leaders, et cetera ... but you're scheduled for Construction and Markhreif keiVerrant that day, regarding the Adranthe terraforming project."

"Hmm." Rene Seingult's eyes flickered as she accessed the message in question. "Clear that day then, Ktoriach - see if you can pass it on to Kasene. Duty calls, after all."

"Eja, esen." Ktoriach might not be happy about the situation - why couldn't outlander rulers schedule things further in advance? - but his Arkhora had authority alongside responsibility, of course; it would be done.

Rene's lips creased in a broad smile. "Actually ... inform tsaGhen that Prototype 347E-2 will require further flight testing. He's to have it ready to launch at oh-eight-hundred a week from now."

Ktoriach supressed his sound and rational opinions on ballistic-flight-path low-orbit aerospace bombers. "Eja, esen."

Owen is a long way from Earth these days, but the message finds him swiftly enough, flagged as it undoubtedly is with the Emperor's personal code.
"Hm."

The head of the diplomatic service, who happens to be reading said missive whilst leaning over the King of Men's shoulder, wrinkles her nose at him.
"Hm? Treznor goes out of his way to be mysterious and all you can manage is a 'Hm.' ? He'll be so disappointed."
In return she gets a dry smile.
"We just won't tell him then. Besides, I'm fairly certain you know what he's talking about."
Arwen straightens and shrugs.
"You can't really be sure with him or Nathicana. They're entirely too machiavellian for their own good at times."

She purses her lips, tapping them with a fingertip for a moment, before continuing.
"Huh. A matched pair in that I respect I suppose."
Owen spins his chair away from the comconsole, the holographic screen vanishing as his retina disappear from its' sensors and stands.
"You know what this means of course?"
"A descent on my sister and an opportunity to shop on Earth?"

Arwen giggles at the flat stare Owen responds with, wrapping her fingers through his and giving her best empty-headed gaze back.
"Yes, yes I know. I also know that making any plans is premature. Devon almost certainly won't accept your suggestions if we're right about what we think this is about."

Owen grunts. He'd been remarkably pleased with some of those suggestions. Nicely inventive he'd felt.
Arwen squeezes his hand again before seating herself at the com and beginning the organisation that'll accompany this little trip back to Sol.

"The leaders? Are you sure, Calvin?"

"I'm able to read, Doctor. It certainly seems ominous."

"Alright. Let them know."

"Of course, Doctor."

As requested, Doctor Josef Specter, the Nominal Head of the Oligarchy will be in attendance as requested.

-Calvin "Coolidge" Drzka
NDA Representative
The Federated Technocratic Oligarchy of the Most Glorious Hack.

Stepping out onto the balcony from her room, Nathi took a moment to watch the children playing in the courtyard below, under the watchful eye of Gianni – among other, less obvious guardians. Given the chaos and the running about as only kids can, they seemed to be engaged in some version of ‘tag’ where no one was certain exactly who was ‘it’. She couldn’t help but wish everything else could be so carefree.

“Naiya, time to get ready,” she called down, waving the little girl up as soon as she could catch her eye. The play broke off reluctantly at first, but Devon’s arrival solved that. Marcus went flying across the courtyard to fling himself at his father, while Naiya watched the two quietly for a moment before making her way up the stairs to where her mother was waiting, her expression carefully neutral.

Nathi frowned as she watched the all too familiar scene play out, her first reaction the usual anger and irritation soon followed by a grudging resignation. Now wasn’t the time to get into it with Dev again, not with everything else going on. Besides, it would ruin Marcus’ afternoon, and likely Naiya’s as well, and she just couldn’t have that. Not today.

As the little girl reached the top of the stairs, Nathi gathered her in for a warm hug, the both of them putting on a smile for the other’s benefit to some degree, and both of them knowing it. It was a bit disturbing how observant her daughter was, and how she picked up on so many subtleties at such a young age, showing a maturity beyond her years now and then. But in the end, it would no doubt end up serving her well when the time came, and Nathi supposed that all things considered, a few oddities were to be expected.

“You’ve gotten yourself all in a tangle with all your running about,” she told Naiya, smiling as she brushed a stray lock out of the little girl’s eyes. “Lets get you brushed out and braided so we can go riding, hmm?”

“Okay,” the girl said, taking hold of her mother’s hand, moving on without any questions today, much to Nathi’s relief. “Can we ride B’ceph'lus today?”

“Maaaaaybe,” Nathicana replied, leading her daughter inside to sit at the small vanity in her room, pulling up another chair behind the bench for herself. She took a moment to gather the right brush and a rat-tail comb for easier parting, then began gently brushing out Naiya’s long, softly curled hair, nearly as dark as her own.

She hummed softly as she worked, her mind on several things at once, as usual. One of the foremost of course was the upcoming meeting, and what it meant in the long run. She and Devon had had the discussions for some time, though it didn’t make her feel any better about it on some points. And of course she was more than a little torn at seeing him so troubled over the matter, while being angry at him at the same time for it – and other things. Nobody drove her to distraction like that man. If she didn’t love him so damn much, she swore she’d kill him.

All the reasons he’d given were understandable. She felt the pressure too, especially with the children and all. But in spite of the challenges, and the stress, and the sleepless nights, when it came down to it, she found she just couldn’t give it up. Not yet - in spite of all the reasonable arguments for it, and in spite of being the reluctant one of the three originally. It was surprising, really, and annoying as well. In time, no doubt, she would do the same, and would no doubt go through the much the same torment Dev was currently on account.

Just … not yet.

“Can we take carrots out to the horses today too?” Naiya asked, watching in the mirror as her mother gently parted and braided her hair, her thoughtful expression hinting that she had other things on her mind as well.

“Of course we can. And after, I’ll bet Dom will have some nice gelato we can sneak,” Nathi added in a conspiratorial tone, finally encouraging a mischievous grin from her daughter, just in time for finishing up the braid.

And later I can start preparations for next week’s meetings, and coordinate things with Dev. It was bound to come sooner or later, I suppose. I just hadn’t thought it would really happen. Damn his hide for making things difficult, again.

“You go get the carrots from Dom, la mia dolce, then we’ll go for that ride.”

"Leaders." Plural form of "leader." The spacedy ants, well known as sticklers for grammar and precise diction due to their Blue diplomats, ponder this for a moment. Now, of course, they probably mean "the leader of each active member nation" so on and so forth. The Non-Democratic Alliance for the longest time considered "non-democratic" to mean specifically "dictatorship," more or less, but the panNorm of S-14 (they still couldn't shake the name the people who liberated them from millions of years of war had given them long ago) had bucked that trend and were not a little racially proud of it. They certainly weren't a dictatorship, but they also certainly weren't a democracy. If one wanted to be truculent one could claim the emergent Racemind was a sort of subsentient dictator--and the WarCoordinator indeed did, albeit with a hearty buzz of her maxillae--but not only is that merely endoskeletal political theory placed where it need not apply, but it is also a sophistry. The Racemind cannot speak, at least, not in any way intelligible to the non-panNorm, so considering it invited would be simply... silly. Silly would not do; this is a clearly serious matter.

Still. Without the Racemind to count as a single leader, the panNorm usually suggested the AdminCoordinator as 'dictator.' Well, they always suggested her as 'most powerful oligarch who happened to also be best diplomat and therefore made the most convenient leader figure when dealing with endoskeletals.' But that isn't what was asked for, and the AdminCoordinator does not rule all. She facilitates, yes, and represents, yes. But lead? No, not really. None of the OverCoordinators actually lead; they operate by consensus, implicit or explicit, determined by the needs of the Coordinated Hives and the clashing wants of the Mothers of Us All (still remembering when they were in charge of things, at least through the memory of their caste).

"Leaders."

Curious.

To put things into simplest terms: if it is that important, then it is too important to leave to a simple representative-that-is-also-a-leader-to-some-extent. No, if it is that important, then all leaders should be sent, leaders being defined as those in whom the responsibility for the actions typically associated with governance rests. That would be all the OverCoordinators. Even the TechCoordinator, the SciCoordinator, and the EcoCoordinator--their differing viewpoints may bode useful in assisting the AdminCoordinator and the WarCoordinator.

#ComRelay : PanNorm Command > Ruling Council, NDA OPEN#

The OverCoordinators of the panNorm will attend as ordered.

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AdminCoordinator 67521 of the Blue Mother of Us All
Speaking on behalf of the Mothers of Us All
Coordinated panNorm Hives

"One final item, Governor-General. The OFESA recieved a communique from the Empire of Treznor referring to an extra-ordinary meeting of the NDA. It included some ambigious references to issues left too long ignored, and sets a meeting in one week on Unity Island."

Sophia nodded, adjusting the thin-framed dark green lenses of her glasses. "Take a diplomatic entourage and depart at your convenience."

"No, Governor-General," Riordan interjected with a raised eyebrow. "The communique calls for the leaders of active nations -- I believe you will be requested and by the tone and wording of the document required to attend."

Examining the data node for herself, the Kaeneian head of government nodded a second time. "Very well, confirm my presence in reply."




As requested and required, Governor-General Byzainti will be in attendence at Unity Island in one week precisely.

Riordan Likonesse, Supreme-Overseer for the Office for Foreign and Extra-Solar Affairs (OFESA).

Seemingly rolling across the pages like a crimson ocean, the numbers within the annual financial reports gave a clear indication of the current state of the Corporation’s finances to Chairman O’Neill as he carefully flipped through each page, examining each of the entries were money was falling terribly short. Cuts obviously had to be made all across the various divisions, but with the current status of the economy with the Corporation as the largest employer, he knew that it would send ripples throughout the nation and worsen the economic slump that it was in.

His eyes remained focused in on the numbers with his mind deep in thought, until a pile of mail slammed onto the financial report in front of him, startling him. “Wha?”

“Here’s all the mail that has come today,” his wife, the Chairwoman, replied bluntly as she handed him another letter and continued. “And a message from Emperor Treznor, for the both of us, it seems.”

“Odd…I wonder what’s going on…” He took the letter from her hands and read its contents, frowning a little. “Whatever it is, I have a feeling that it isn’t good…God, I just hope I’m wrong though. There’s just been enough going on to not have to worry about yet another crisis.” He sighed and powered up the computer in front of him. “Well…I’ll get our schedules sorted out and I guess you can send the confirmation notice.”

"Very well."

As per your request, my husband and I shall attend this meeting.

Siri O’Neill, Chairwoman of the Northrop-Grumman Corporation

Picking up the box that contained that morning’s mail from his desk, Alex made the short walk to the large wooden door that dominated one of the walls of his office. He knocked and waited for the occupant’s voice to welcome him in.

He pushed open the door and made his usual journey towards the large desk, where his boss sat reading through a document that he had prepared for her the following day. Without word, he lowered the box to onto the desk and waited until the dark haired lady finished what she was doing and raised her eyes to meet his.

“Do we have anything of interest today, Alex?” Gehenna, Imperial Empress of Tartarus asked her assistant. As she spoke, she lowered the paper onto the desk in front of her and watched as he opened the box.

Alex picked up the first piece of paper from the pile. “There is some correspondence from Emperor Devon Treznor, regarding an urgent meeting of the NDA.”

“Really?” Gehenna reached out and took the offered letter, taking a moment to read it before once more looking at Alex. “It seems there are some issues that need discussing. You had better clear me some time for this meeting and send word to His Majesty that I will be attending.”

Alex made a mental note of her request, but jotted it down in his notepad as well.

“Contact Heather and find out if she knows that is happening, she might have heard something, and keep me informed of anything that pertains to this.” Gehenna lowered her head and reread the note, frowning slight. Whenever meetings were called where the Heads of State were requested to attend it was never a good sign.

“Is there anything else that needs my attention?” She asked, as offered the letter pack to Alex to deal with.

Alex looked at his notes and shook his head, looking at his Empress as he spoke. “Nothing of note. Just the usual.” He smiled and she nodded with understanding.

“Thank you, Alex,” Gehenna said as she settled back into her chair, her eyes once more focused on the paperwork before her.

Alex returned to his office, pulling the door closed behind him and got to work on the acceptance letter to Emperor Devon Treznor.

Rachel Knight sat down in her office, and sighed softly; another sheaf of notes from Internal Affairs was piled up on her desk. The things seemed to appear from nowhere recently, what with all the back-and-forth as they tried to figure out just how to incorporate a monarch for the first time in several hundred years. Her assistant, a young Cervidine, smiled.

'You've got another couple there from Clan Taniguchi about their constitutional responsibilities under the Oath...'

Rachel nodded wearily, 'Yes, I thought there'd be something. I'll be glad when all this is finally sorted...What is it exactly?'

'Something about their requirement to act as representatives of the throne in lieu of the royal court, well, existing at all.'

Rachel turned over one sheet, 'And a request from the NDA? Well, not a request as such...' she sat down, 'Hm. Have they forwarded a name, at all?'

The Cervidine girl nodded, 'Right here...Swordmaster Ashiko Ishikawa of the Fourth Order.'

Rachel smiled humourlessly, placing one sheet over the other, 'Think solving it would really be that easy?'

'Well, I don't see why not.'

As well as the normal Federal Representatives you would expect present, current constitutional law dictates that a representative be present on behalf of the Renard family and the Federal throne. All required paperwork for Ashiko Ishikawa is enclosed, please forward any queries through the normal channels.

Rachel Knight, External Affairs, on behalf of the Office of the Supreme Commander

'There. That should do it.'

Treznor squirms in his comfortable chair, occupying his usual position at the Council table. He can feel the thrum of anxiety running through his body, and he forces himself to be still. Calm continues to elude him, but at least he doesn't look like a naughty child waiting for his father to return.

Nathicana throws him a look mixed with pity and irritation.

<LOS Communications - Devon>
}} Il Dios, Dev. You look like you're on the way to one of your own firing squads.

Treznor sighs and reaches for his water, suppressing his wish that it were a glass of scotch instead. Alcohol may have a diminished effect on his system, but it still won't do him any good to try to get drunk. Nor will it look good, here among his peers.

<LOS Communications - Nathicana>
{{ I know, I'm sorry. I feel like I'm facing a firing squad. You know what this means to me.

Her face softens and she briefly covers his hand with hers.

}} I do know, and I'm sorry. I don't want this any more than you do. If only you'd let la mia sorella turn back the clock, we wouldn't have to go through with this.

He frowns and glares at her.

{{ We've been through this, Nath. I'm not extending my life any more than she's already done. Technically I should already be dead, were it not for the two of you. I'm grateful for that, but I'm not going any further with it. I cannot be the Eternal Emperor. The country needs a leader who can change with it.

}} Then don't be the Emperor forever. Just until Marcus is ready. Abdicate when he comes of age and we'll go off together, maybe to one of those far-off worlds your people have found where we can't give into the temptation of meddling in politics again. Just you and me, Dev, together.

He sighs deeply and smiles at her. It's another one of their old arguments, never settled to their satisfaction and probably never will be. Predictable and unpredictable all at the same time. Comforting and infuriating; that's us all over.

{{ I'm sorry, Red. I am. But I need to do this. This is as much for the Alliance as it is for me.

He doesn't know if she breaks contact through irritation or acceptance. She schools her face into immobility, giving no clues to her thoughts, even to him who can read her so well. She's been practicing. I'm guessing she's pissed, but she's hiding it for the sake of this meeting. It wouldn't do to show dissent in front of the members. He resigns himself to this interpretation and looks up to see the last of the members assemble. He takes a deep breath, sets down his glass and stands to address them.

"On behalf of the Ruling Council, I call this meeting to order." All eyes turn to him, more than he would have expected given the multitude of Ants in the corner. He had been puzzled by this until they had clarified their interpretation of his summons. He's amused by their literal interpretation, but doesn't object. "My request for the leaders of your nation was unusual, but I wish to address a matter that will profoundly impact our alliance and I didn't want to filter it through delegates."

He pauses and looks around at his peers, many of whom are personal friends. "Long ago the fad of democracy was sweeping the world, democratic nations cooperating to suppress dictatorships, anarchy and anything else they felt was a threat to their ideology. In their own way, they were just as oppressive and ruthless as the regimes they overthrew. To defend themselves, many authoritarian nations attempted to band together to present a unified front and challenge the growing might of the democratic alliances. Being authoritarian, they were and are not suited to cooperative ventures, and most self-destructed through inner squabbling and power plays. History demonstrates that authoritarians tend not to play well with others.

"Carlos Quil'raya and I were members of one such organization, one that attempted to limit its goals toward self-preservation and mutual defense. It made sense to limit the amount of meddling an alliance could instigate against its own members, while pooling collective resources toward fending off hostile threats. Unfortunately, that organization lost its way and eventually merged with another, older and more troublesome alliance so we cut our ties. During a state visit to Iraqstan along with the Dread Lady Nathicana, we conceived of a non-democratic alliance dedicated purely to mutual defense and independent sovereign rule. An alliance to prove to our neighbors that authoritarian doesn't necessarily mean aggressive, that our stability and our way of life is our own business and not theirs. Thus we conceived of this body and formed its mandate.

"We have been amazingly successful. Our alliance is one of the most influential bodies in the world, quietly working behind the scenes to advance our causes and maintain peace. Our joint extraterrestrial ventures have ensured our long-term survival beyond the fate of this chaotic globe. We are, as a whole, stronger than we ever were alone.

"Sadly, the world has changed and we must change with it. Strength comes from more than the number of ships or guns or even nations we can count; we must be flexible and adapt with changing times. It is therefore incumbent upon me to set precedent by stepping down. I offer my seat on the Ruling Council to Rene Seingult, leader of the Greater Ascendancy of Tsaraine."

The collected panNorm OverCoordinators, at their portion of the table, merely look at each other, which requires much less movement of the head than one would expect. Antennae twitch and move, much like they always do; joints shift subtly, in silent motions of hands, arms, and posture which only to the trained eye would suggest anything like an actual sign language; pheromones easily mistaken for floral scents and perfumes emanate in a close analogy to the olfactory syphonies Aldous Huxley dreamed up for his Brave New World; and vibes pass over the radio spectrum. All of this occurs in complete silence; the Spacedy Ant language has quite a deal of syntax nowhere in the aural range, and so they needn't click or clack a single mandible, nor snicker a single maxilla.

My, quite unexpected indeed. Unexpected, cousins, but it doesn't change our military relationships to the Alliance. The Emperor Devon Treznor's well known for not having more than a merchant marine to his name and, while affable comrades, they're hardly a spacy. They'll still need our assistance.

Quite right, cousin WarCoordinator. Our agreement is with their nation-hives, no matter how personal we made the agreement seem. Our race is twined with theirs. This is merely a change in the system, one that our anthropological and sociological Scientists should be most interested in observing.

Observe they may want, cousin SciCoordinator, but observation doubtless changes what is observed, no? This is a disruption in the natural order, and by its very nature will disrupt other things down the line. Trade, ecological agreements, even our defense--out of deference to cousin WarCoordinator, should I speak out of my league--will be affected, even without intent.

If these changes are to be a threat, then by the Prime Directive we must do what we can to change them. This I concur, cousin EcoCoordinator.

Whiff of roast beef, perhaps slightly odd in the floral and fruity mix of esthers. That is not what I said, cousin TechCoordinator.

Not in so many words. Still, if there is a threat, then you would not disagree that it should be opposed?

If you force me to speak bluntly, I agree.

As do I. But, my Mini cousin--

No, I don't think it follows either, necessarily. Only if, then we should oppose. Opposing now seems rash.

We lack sufficient data to do anything but agree.

Exactly. If evidence is insufficient, then we are best served by waiting until we can make an informed decision.

My misgivings continue to haunt me like the signs of a blight long past. See how the Emperor Devon Treznor and the Imperatrice Nathicana D'Aquisto act, even if it is by the motion of their endoskeletal hands. There is not necessarily agreement. There is certainly defense involved, whether defense of the hive or defense of the individual.

If previous evidence is to be believed, then it follows the latter is most likely. Rationality is not necessarily the most endoskeletal of traits, no?

Precisely. Indeed, what we must not forget is that neither the Emperor Devon Treznor nor the Imperatrice Nathicana D'Aquisto have a Racemind to guide them. Their opinions are locked inside their in individual consciousness and they have just as much trouble determining the needs of their nation-hives and their organization-hives as we do determining their own motivations and primary causal factors. We cannot make the flaw of myrmidiopomorphizing* their actions.

What you all forget, my cousins, is that this organization is not truly collectivist in the least besides the common defense. We are not being asked our opinions. We are being told what will happen, by order, by dictate.

I've never had a problem with that sort of thing from good comrades in proper standing, cousin AdminCoordinator.

You have never been in a position to take orders. Only suggestions, however firm, from your cousin OverCoordinators, the Racemind, our Mothers of Us All, and the needs of the situation.

Point. But, if this's an order, it sounds more like it's being put as a statement as how things are. A status report.

A common endoskeletal tactic used to prevent rational dissent. They have more trouble disputing the news than they do a directive. The directive is merely implied and support need merely be implicit. I have used that stratagem myself--recall our dispute with Syskeyia. Everything was said as simple physical fact.

They still argued it... then reaped the 'benefit' of doing so. AdminCoordinator, you spoke no directives, only truth.

Only because we had the racial will to make it truth. We set our collective mind on a course of action and followed through.

Like a physical truth, as you said. Are you suggesting we rebel? Another whiff of roast beef.

Not at all. Merely pointing out that whatever we say, this is done as those with the power and the will to make truth have made it so. We are not invited to debate it.

Then why bring us all here?

If they bring us here, it is clearly because they need or wish to see us in person. Why not so we can all comment? AdminCoordinator, advise.

Endoskeletals believe, lacking a Racemind, that doing things in person is important. They believe this to be an important change, as it is, and they wish us to know personally, no matter how incongruous a concept that is to us. They also want personal support, I think most. Note the pheromone traces of the Emperor Devon Treznor.

He seems afraid. Not shaking like a tree in the wind, of course, a basic adrenaline sweat. Like prey seeing the spoor of a predator.

Exactly. This entire exercise is for reassurance. Question is, do we give it to him?

Wasn't that already decided? If we don't have sufficient evidence, then we must wait. Waiting seems to be our consensus... but that is insufficient, isn't it? Silence is not reassuring.

I say we just give the poor fleshbag what he wants and get back to coordinating the Hives. Our comrade wants to be one of us common soldiers, good for him... no offense to my cousins.

I would never be a Soldier, the shopping cart-like apparatus the wispy Green EcoCoordinator rides in squeaks slightly from a subtle movement, but I understand the sentiment. Should he care to pick crops like a drone, to extend the analogy...

What about the other council seat? The one filled by the deceased Fuhrer Carlos Quil'raya? That concerns me more from an organizational standpoint. Aside from that, I support encouragement of this move.

Me too. It increases redundancy, as our leadership is effectively no longer limited to a single endoskeletal pairing.

After a few minutes of this silent conversation, the AdminCoordinator transfers her translator cube from vest to mandibles and speaks in an easy, clear, synthesized tone. "The OverCoordinators of the Coordinated Hives of the panNorm accept and understand this move, and wish Emperor Devon Treznor the best of luck. You will, of course, continue to be leading the Empire of Treznor, at least up until such a time that your succession is assured? We look forward to working with you as an equal on this Council."


(OOC: Literally "to give an ant's form to," as with anthropomorphizing being "to give a man's form to." Now, of course, all translation of alien thought patterns is suspect but the actual complex term involved would be "to give a panNorm's form, understanding all that implies including an unintentional racial order via a gestalt or Racemind, and assume that our thought patterns are in any way analogous to those of a different biochemical background and experience, to.")

Treznor blinks in surprise. Every time he interacts with the Space Ants, they manage to surprise him. Being first to speak up in response to his news does it again. He nods politely to AdminCoordinator as he replies. "That is correct. I will retain leadership of my Empire until such time as I am either deceased or see clear benefit to abdicating in favor of my heir. I don't see this changing for many years, at the earliest. This act is meant to reduce my responsibilities so I may focus more on internal matters, as well as reduce the burdens of future generations.

"I am also establishing precedent for the Alliance, so that when a change of leadership becomes necessary we have options for doing so. I think that it's good for us to shake things up, gain a new perspective through new leadership from time to time. It may be in the future that a representative from my Empire assumes a seat on the Council once again, but that's a decision for the Council in that unknown future. In theory, all member nations will have the opportunity to be represented on the Council at some point, but that's too far ahead for me to see. It really depends on what circumstances dictate as times change."

Now that the announcement has been made, he feels vastly relieved and unburdened, almost relaxed. The pain of loss is still with him, but the anxiety of making the change is gone. He sips at his water again, wanting nothing more than to go home and let the reaction settle in. He'll wait a few days, to be polite and demonstrate his support for his chosen successor, but eventually he will crash. For the moment he'll ride out the adrenaline.

Nathicana sits quietly as Devon makes his introductory speech, pushing other thoughts aside for now so as to better deal with the present situation. It wasn’t as if she didn’t agree on the principle of it all, nor did she disagree with his choice of replacement. Irrational or not, she couldn’t help but feel that he had gotten her into this, she had invested blood sweat and tears to help get it running and make it work, and now he was abandoning her. Granted there was the Iraqstani seat in theory at least, but even that was in question, and lacked the strength it once had since Carlos’ passing, and all the subsequent issues dealing with the review. There had been some brief discussion, but she knew eventually something would have to be settled there as well, one way or another.

It wasn’t through a lack of faith in her allies – she wouldn’t be allied with them if that were the case. Each had been carefully considered, and each was a steadfast power unto themselves that she felt she could rely on, which was a rare thing these days, in most alliances it seemed. There had been little dissention when it came to decisions relating to the alliance, and when there were problems, the group as a whole had historically been quite supportive and willing to discuss and consider rather than falling back on knee-jerk reactions. No, they all were capable and competent enough to hold any one of the seats – something she knew she ought to be infinitely grateful for. Still, it stung. And it likely would for some time. If not for their history and close relationship, she knew it wouldn’t be a problem. And so, logic had to give way to emotion, and support had to be given, for the greater good of the alliance, much as she hated to admit it.

One brow arches at the AdminCoordinator’s question and comments, though she nods slightly at Devon’s answer. A precedent was needed to pave the way to continued growth and easy transition. Feeling she can put it off no longer, she takes a sip of her water, and then voices her support.

“I would like to thank you all for your attendance and continued support. I am also honored to have such allies as yourselves whom I know I can rely on whether it be to represent, or to lead our alliance when the time comes. I cannot tell you how proud I am of our individual, and group accomplishments, of how far our alliance has come through the efforts of all involved, and to be counted amongst such excellent company in the eyes of our fellow nations. When it is my turn to hand over my seat, please know that I have every confidence in each of you, individually, and as a nation, to take up the reins and continue to guide the NDA in a manner that will benefit us all, as we have always tried to do. I hope that in the coming years we will see our organization continue to advance and to grow, to prosper and work together, regardless of who sits in any one of the Council seats. Should Rene choose to accept, know that she has my full support, and that I look forward to working with her in this new capacity.”

She settles back in her chair, again taking up her ice water and sipping slowly. For now, she doesn’t look over at Devon, or offer any quiet words or gestures of support. It’s something she feels he needs to see through on his own, having made the decision to do it, after all. And granted, she’s still a bit irritated, for this and other reasons. At least with him seeming to get through it and finally unwind slightly, making up later should be more fun, if all goes well.

The irony is not missed by the good doctor, nor by his less than verbose associate. If an organization needed to be nimble and willing to change, the only nation represented here that would be less capable of that than Tsaraine would probably the ants off to their right. As a tribute to their self control, neither burst out laughing; or even smirk.

Josef sat with his fingers steepled together in front of him, flesh drumming against metal, the ornate ring on his left ring finger glittered against the matte metal of his cybernetic hand. A pity Elisa's not here... she knows Rene far better than I do.

Ambassador Drzka, for his part sat in equal silence; as always, dressed like he just stepped off the train from 1953. Neither man spoke up for now, wanting to hear the reply from the Ascendancy first. It was certainly interesting, if nothing else.

Rene regards her fellow leaders over steepled fingers. Her krisyakeris training supresses untoward displays of emotion, rendering everything still, calm, reasoned. The original masters of the Art of Command had sought to make themselves perfect vessels for their superiors' will, before they became superiors in their time and the use of the Art changed; but a virtuous superior must remain a servant still. That is the heart of Sound Governance.

In that calm space she weighs her words and emotions; this comes as no surprise, of course, she and Devon had discussed it before. His words have merit; the opposite of adaption is stagnation, after all, and stagnation is death - even for an organism so well adapted as the Soundly Governed state. Although she has no plans to step down herself - not yet, at least, not until the Ascendancy produces a leader capable of replacing her - Rene can understand his reasoning.

"I am of course honoured by the trust Emperor Treznor has placed in me," she begins. "I am pleased to accept the offer, and will fulfill the position with the conscientiousness and respect due to it and to you all."

OOC: Ack, writer's block. Hope this wasn't too bad, even if it cannot compare to the screeds Trez has written.

Sending his response to be in attendance Lidric leaves the office of his father, the anguish on his face showing he still has wounds open from the loss of his father and mother, a shadow flickers accross his features a hint of another reason for anguish a thought perhaps How many know the truth of this loss he wonders to himself, the ever present historical evidence of child murdering father to attain leadership something he hopes is never aimed at him.

Returning to his rooms within the Palace of Unity he begins packing things for his trip, his second trip into the middle of the NDA's vision, expectations of his own actions constantly under scrutiny.

Lets do the time warp again.....

Blinking back his shock Lidric quickly looks down at the notes he had hastily written and swallows his pride and clears his throat.

"If I might speak." He says timidly, the weight of his words resting heavily on his shoulders and soul. "I have had the pleasure of learning from His Highness Emperor Treznor during my childhood, although some would say my childhood still continues but given the role I have been thrust into I must accept my childhood is over. Every action I make will be scrutinised and discussed by parties surrounding me. I mean this in no way as an insult I would not expect anything less given the reputation the National Socialist Union has garnered within the NDA and the international communities of our world."

Pausing Lidric looks around the room his thoughts heavily guarded, but lingering on decisions he must make within his own nation "It is well known that Iraqstan's stance on racial policies, ethnic integration and so forth are less than what this alliance wishes to achieve and it is nothing short of a miracle that certain recent events have seen Iraqstan remain within an alliance it truly needs to maintain else Iraqstan would no longer exist. I have nothing but respect and admiration for those leaders of my fellow allies that have managed to maintain a more civilised form of existance.

Actions within Iraqstan will obviously never be as well intended as those of your nations but we act from our hearts. In this situation an Iraqstani must once more act from his heart and with this act in mind it has come down to me the only remaining leader of the national socialist union to make this step.

There has no doubt been whispered comments on why Iraqstan has remained in a seat of power within this alliance, I have questioned it myself and so in an effort to remove doubts of the integrity of the NDA I must follow the Emperor's move and step down from my seat on the Ruling council. Iraqstan has soiled the privelage of being in a seat of power within such an influencial alliance, it has also neglected it's duty as a member of the ruling council, has for all intents and purposes had it's command powers revoked, it has disgraced, embarassed and insulted it's allies in the name of good intentions towards the pure peoples of it's Union.

Yed I feel I am no longer confident in the actions taken by me, my people or other parties and factions within the Union and such we must relinquish our seat of authority, we do petition for the NDA to allow us to remain as a member of this alliance as even though we have disgraced ourselves and all of you we still feel there is much we can learn from each other. Much Iraqstan can learn from allies such as yourselves. Much I can learn in leading my people to a more civilised realm of existance..." He says staring at the table, obviously uncomfortable with having to speak such things throwing aside the posturing the arrogence and the culture of the Union.

Looking up he continues "In such with the approval of this council and alliance I would like to pass on the seat of Iraqstan on the ruling council to the Empire of Gehenna Tartarus in Her Highness we trust that the actions of Iraqstan in the past can be forgotten and the legacy of my father and his actions never be taken up again...."

Finishing Lidric slumps slightly in his chair, his own people staring at him in shock, for once hiding their contempt for what they obviously see as weakness in their ReichsFührer a weakening of the power of Iraqstan and her racially pure. I hope one day you can be proud of me father... But today is not the day Iraqstan moves in the footsteps of blood. Lidric thinks and looks around the table nodding his respect to those gathered.

The message has sounded important, and Gehenna, Empress of Tartarus, had cleared her calendar and flown to Unity Island, arriving the day before the scheduled meeting, so that she would be refreshed for the events ahead.

As she sat in her seat, Gehenna let her eyes flick between Emperor Devon and the other members gathered around the room. Beside her sat Heather Walsh, the Tartarian representative in Unity Island. Unlike the Empress, she was busy making notes about the proceedings, ensuring that everything that was mentioned would be captured for future reference.

Gehenna remained relaxed in her seat, which was in stark contrast to the way she was agitation she was feeling inside. Fortunately, her years of training for her role, from her moment of birth, allowed her face to remain frozen in an unreadable mask.

She listened intently as the Empire of Treznor’s seat on the ruling council was offered to Rene Seingult, leader of the Greater Ascendancy of Tsaraine. She was a little taken aback that the room began asking questions before the woman had been able to accept the role. But she knew that not everything was done as it was in Tartarus. The world would be very dull if everyone was the same. Remaining silent, she knew that there would be time for congratulations later.

Her gaze fell briefly on the electronic notepad that Heather was using. She watched the screen fill over and over, before her attention was once more taken up with events by the ruling council. She once again listened as the young man spoke, knowing how he must be feeling, trying to stamp his mark on a nation that was tarnished by the touch of the father.

Once he finished, Gehenna rose to her feet. “On behalf of the Empire of Tartarus, I am honoured to accept the position of a seat on the Ruling Council. I hope that we shall be able to live up to the trust that has been bestowed upon us by the National Socialist Union of Iraqstan and members of the Non-Democratic Alliance.”

She retook her seat, having officially accepted the position and waited to see what else transpired at this meeting. It had certainly been interesting so far.

Owen and Arwen, both present and both stiffly formal in Black and Blue House Warwick dress uniform, turn mutual looks of surprise on each other, black eyebrows arch in laughable symmetry, before Owen rises from his seat with the easy grace of millenia of breeding, decades of training and millions of realms worth of enhancements.

He directs an easy, evidently pleased smile at both Rene and Gehenna.
"My congratulations, it seems, are in order, as well an admittance of some bemusement. I had not anticipated this being the reasoning behind this meeting being called, but having had it revealed, I cannot be disappointed with the accession of two of our most sensible to the council."

He bows slightly to Treznor, the depth gauged to the milimetre to indicate respect without a hint of subservience.
"Your wisdom and restraint in releasing your position are most notable and praiseworthy Ser Devon as indeed is that of Lidric's in following your example."

Owen smiles at the boy, probably the first time he's looked at an Iraqstani without irritation in years.
"You've done the right thing for the alliance Lidric, and for that the Kingdom thanks you. House Qui'l'Raya's latest scion is a far more worthy one than its' last."

An other perfectly calculated bow and the King of Men seats himself, exchanging an opaque look with his wife.
And with them out of the way, now the politicking begins.

Treznor feels jolted by Lidric's announcement, unexpected as it was. Note to Ben: step up surveillance on Lidric's people and watch out for coup attempts. The boy just threw blood in the water. He glances sharply at Nathicana and reads the same concern on her face. They're both intimately familiar with the political situation in Iraqstan.

Still, he's proud of the young man for doing what his father never could: acknowledging the difficult position his nation created for the Alliance and taking steps to help his friends. He puts a smile on his face and nods to Lidric, quietly offering his support. Amazing that he turned out as well as he did, considering his parents. When Carlos went mad, he did his best to take everyone with him. He certainly succeeded with Yvonne. He does his best to suppress the memory of her body crumpled on the floor after he had shot her.

He listens to Owen's speech with pleasure, until the last. Whoa, that was over the top. He frowns sharply, then smooths it over. He looks over to Lidric to observe his reaction to the insult against his father, worried about repercussions later on. We don't need dissension in the ranks, particularly now.

“It takes a strong man to acknowledge change is needed, and a stronger man to take the actions necessary to facilitate it,” Nathi says carefully. “I think we can all agree that there is no shame in stepping aside to put the interests of your own nation first, as these two gentlemen have. Without strong, stable members, our alliance would not be what it is. I admire your resolve, Lidric, and you can count on my continued support with the challenges you have ahead of you. It will take a wise, determined leader to accomplish the tasks you’ve set for yourself, and I believe you to be such a man. I hope that your people appreciate having a leader who is not afraid to do what is necessary, setting aside personal pride for what he sees as the greater good.” Time would tell if her words had any positive effect on said people, at least those present.

“I am likewise pleased at Gehenna’s acceptance of the offered Council position, and know that she too will do an admirable job in this new capacity. It will be a pleasure to serve with both our new Council members, and I want to thank each of them for accepting the responsibility. Owen, thank you as well for your eloquent words of support – they are much appreciated.”

She happens to agree fully with his assessment of Lidric, however ill-timed they might be. She also agrees with the unspoken concern for the young man from Treznor, being all too aware of how touchy the internal politics of Iraqstan could be. So many secrets, so many deceptions, and by so many of them, even if they were for the right reasons. This new council would definitely change the dynamics of things, and the method of dealing with certain problems no doubt … but some things, she thought with an internal sigh, would by need remain as they had been, only more quiet, more careful.

Blinking back surprise Lidric simply glares at Owen in light of the comment made against his father. Flawed he might be old man but he was still my father. If I were inclined to give into the anger I have inherited I dare say The kingdom would be seeking a new king.... or a pedastool to place your head. He thinks hatefully but swallows his pride and inclines his head. "In light of miss-understandings of the way the Union works I must appreciate how much of a disgrace my father has been, but I am by no means more worthy to rule House Quil'raya than the man that carried it from internal dissent into a united front for which the people of Iraqstan could stand behind and know they would never have to fear those that did not agree with their views." He says quietly before nodding his thanks with smiles in his eyes to both Nathicana and Devon "I also must thank those that have shown support for me and the actions I have taken it is not without reminder that we are all allies, some closer than others. Most more deserving than a small few..." He says the last part more quietly as he once more flicks a glance at Owen before looking to his aides all of which are pale or red from frustration.


Flicking to the native tongue of Iraqstan Lidric mutters "Be calm or I will have your heads." Snapping their attention to him they nod and with the briefest movements tap their left hands to their chest and return to taking notes, assessing political strengths of his recent actions.

Turning to the Empress he smiles "I am most pleased that you have accepted my offer and look forward to seeing the Non-Democratic Alliance strive stronger under the will of the three now seated in it's place. I hope it will become an Alliance we can once more think of without flinching at certain aspects of the national makeup" He says with a wry grin before turning his attention back to the general goings on.

Sitting back in her seat, Gehenna, like the others in the room, was a little surprised by Owen’s speech. Of course, she surmised it was no less than what everyone in the room was probably thinking. There had been reviews concerning the behaviour of Iraqstan in the past, so with that in mind Owen’s words were not really that surprising. Maybe the occasion was not the best.

Nathicana’s words to Lidric were also true. The ability to review oneself and step aside for the good of others was a courageous deed. She would have liked to have seen her father step aside gracefully, but he would never acknowledge the harm he was doing to the Empire and the fact that it was not an option for the ruler of Tartarus to walk away from their duty meant that the only way out was in death. Not that she had been sorry when that had finally happened.

The atmosphere in the room had certainly changed, and she hoped that the air would eventually clear and things would return to some semblance of normal. Having a tension between allies was not a good thing, after all.

Gehenna returned Lidric’s smile with a nod but did not make further comment.

Josef shrugged ever so slightly and nodded to Ambassador Drzka who likewise shrugged and stood up. "The Oligarchy has no objections to either change, and looks forward to working with the new council." He gave a slight smile towards Heather before sitting back down. There really wasn't much to say, after all.