Whyatica
25-09-2006, 05:49
OOC:If you happen to have a problem that requires the Emperor to listen, you come here. General Landsraad concerns will go in another thread.
Emperor Shaddam Corrino IV, as happened many times in his reign thus far, was bored. Mindless nobles from Houses he had barely heard of much less gave a damn about argued about the significance of a backwater moon that didn't really matter in the Imperium in front of him. Shaddam seemingly ignored their presence, letting a very audible yawn escape his lips. He looked over to his left, seeing the smaller throne-chair which formerly occupied his wife, the newly deceased Anirul Corrino. While showing grief to his public about the unfortunate death of his wife, he reveled in it in private. She had been near-worthless to the Corrino bloodline after all, bearing him five daughters and not a single son.
The Imperial Truthsayer, another Bene Gesserit, blasted witches, Reverend Mother Gaius Helena Mohiam, looked at him sternly for betraying his boredom. She was listening to every word they said, picking out the deceipt and not giving a damn. Lying was to be fully expected by the nobles, after all. Shaddam yawned again, waved his hands, and said, "Bring this matter to Landsraad Court. You are wasting my precious time."
A startled noble looked up at the Emperor on the golden throne, and said, "But your majesty, you have not heard all the arguments yet!"
Some Sardaukar guards tensed up, preparing for the Emperor's order to remove the subjects from the throne room. Shaddam said, "I have heard enough. Bring this to Landsraad Court when it is in session. Now leave my chambers," he said, snapping his fingers. Four Sardaukar guards formed an 'honour guard' around the two nobles, and forcefully escorted them out of the throne room.
He looked at his personal mentat, Chamberlain Osol, and said, "What is next on my calendar?"
Osol, a medium-sized man in stature, lips stained with red sapho juice, took a shallow dive into his perfect memory, and said, "Sire, you are due to consider the removal of House Harkonnen from their siridar quasi-fief on Arrakis. Numerous Houses in the Landsraad have been making this motion for years, since the Harkonnens recieved the fief, in fact, and they believe they now have a case strong enough to recieve your attention."
Shaddam groaned. Running the Imperium was walking a tightrope; himself balanced against the Landsraad balanced against the Spacing Guild, CHOAM, the Bene Gesserit, and all sorts of damnable other factions who would rather see him dead. Dozens of Great Houses lined up with their hands out, looking for favourable treatment in this sign of weakness from House Harkonnen. Spice flow had been slightly lessened recently because of the continuing Fremen raids, and a group of Landsraad nobles had finally managed to round up enough support for a formal hearing in front of the Emperor.
"When is it scheduled?" Shaddam said, staring at the wall.
"In two days at 1200 Katain time. Couriers have already been dispatched to Harkonnen, Atreides, and Vernius." Osol said, still somewhat in his mentat-trance.
"Fine. Court is dismissed for today, mentat, I am going to my chambers. Have a concubine ready for me.." Shaddam rose, and left the throne-room, a Sardaukar guard covering him.
Emperor Shaddam Corrino IV, as happened many times in his reign thus far, was bored. Mindless nobles from Houses he had barely heard of much less gave a damn about argued about the significance of a backwater moon that didn't really matter in the Imperium in front of him. Shaddam seemingly ignored their presence, letting a very audible yawn escape his lips. He looked over to his left, seeing the smaller throne-chair which formerly occupied his wife, the newly deceased Anirul Corrino. While showing grief to his public about the unfortunate death of his wife, he reveled in it in private. She had been near-worthless to the Corrino bloodline after all, bearing him five daughters and not a single son.
The Imperial Truthsayer, another Bene Gesserit, blasted witches, Reverend Mother Gaius Helena Mohiam, looked at him sternly for betraying his boredom. She was listening to every word they said, picking out the deceipt and not giving a damn. Lying was to be fully expected by the nobles, after all. Shaddam yawned again, waved his hands, and said, "Bring this matter to Landsraad Court. You are wasting my precious time."
A startled noble looked up at the Emperor on the golden throne, and said, "But your majesty, you have not heard all the arguments yet!"
Some Sardaukar guards tensed up, preparing for the Emperor's order to remove the subjects from the throne room. Shaddam said, "I have heard enough. Bring this to Landsraad Court when it is in session. Now leave my chambers," he said, snapping his fingers. Four Sardaukar guards formed an 'honour guard' around the two nobles, and forcefully escorted them out of the throne room.
He looked at his personal mentat, Chamberlain Osol, and said, "What is next on my calendar?"
Osol, a medium-sized man in stature, lips stained with red sapho juice, took a shallow dive into his perfect memory, and said, "Sire, you are due to consider the removal of House Harkonnen from their siridar quasi-fief on Arrakis. Numerous Houses in the Landsraad have been making this motion for years, since the Harkonnens recieved the fief, in fact, and they believe they now have a case strong enough to recieve your attention."
Shaddam groaned. Running the Imperium was walking a tightrope; himself balanced against the Landsraad balanced against the Spacing Guild, CHOAM, the Bene Gesserit, and all sorts of damnable other factions who would rather see him dead. Dozens of Great Houses lined up with their hands out, looking for favourable treatment in this sign of weakness from House Harkonnen. Spice flow had been slightly lessened recently because of the continuing Fremen raids, and a group of Landsraad nobles had finally managed to round up enough support for a formal hearing in front of the Emperor.
"When is it scheduled?" Shaddam said, staring at the wall.
"In two days at 1200 Katain time. Couriers have already been dispatched to Harkonnen, Atreides, and Vernius." Osol said, still somewhat in his mentat-trance.
"Fine. Court is dismissed for today, mentat, I am going to my chambers. Have a concubine ready for me.." Shaddam rose, and left the throne-room, a Sardaukar guard covering him.