*7 years ago...*
*The HBS Gatharra arrives at Evertha. Massive stations fill the gravity well of Evertha, some as old as known history. Many are abandoned, the Clan has yet to find an efficient way of disposing of it. A ring of debris encircle the capital planet: a barren world with shallow oceans. What little geological survey they have show that the small oceans were once nearly 500 feet deeper, the ancient water lines proof of that. They justify the theory that a cataclysm happened a millenia ago. Too bad the Clan won't allow us to further excavate our history, Bartow thought. The Clan had a motto: "Look towards the light of the future!!", a better way of saying "forget the darkness of our past"...
The Clan held true to that, and as a result, wish that none foolhardy enough shall "study our history" without proper authority. Still, aspiring archeologists that were told that they were not going to be archeologists still try to unearth our history, with serious reprecussions.
I know that the Clan is holding back on something, Bartow thought to himself. They know more about our history than anyone outside of our society. Maybe except the Ildamon, but they're just a bunch of savages, or so the clan says. Hopefully I'll get the chance to civily talk to one before I'm told to kill him...
The Gatharra docks with a massive, grey-blue station, marked with the Yellow-Orange flag of the Clan, with the Clan's symbol upon it.*
"Prepare my escorts. I'll be in my quarters"
"Yes, M'lord"
"You know you don't have to say M'lord, Ensign."
"I-I know - M'lord! I mean! No, wait! Uhh, forgive my insolence, sir! I shall leave now!"
"Ha ha ha... it's okay, Ensign. Go back to your post"
"You...won't report me to the Kitan, right...Sir!?
"Why would I? You did not betray me. You aren't relaying our positions to the enemy, are you?"
"N-No, sir. I would never! My loayalty is to you and the Clan, M'lo-Sir!"
"Then I have no reason to alert the secret police. Now, be on your way, Ensign"
"I'm sorry, I-I'm just new to this ship..."
"Well, you won't have to worry about ol' Bartow, he he..."
"Aye-aye, sir!"
Poor frightened puppy. He wouldn't last a day with another Admiral...
*Adm. Bartow and his escorts one of the Exit ports found at certain points of the ship. He steps into a white-illuminated hall, an obelisk in the center with the Styrka Clan Banner and Symbol, as well as the motto in hologram letters circling the grey obelisk. Down the ajacent hallway, and onto a tram, they arrive at the Clan Council Hall, the meeting place of the leaders of the clan. A mysterious bunch of politicians, generals, and CEOs. Eight people of power, and they were having a meeting - involving Bartow. The Rear Admiral steps into the chamber. One of the council members speaks*
"Rear Admiral Vincent Firuhnyon Bartow, member of the Firuhnyon Clan, a rich and expansive family. Son of...ohh...Firuhnyon Anthony Bartow, ex-Grand Admiral of the Clan...Is that correct?"
"Yes, Grand Councilman"
"Ahh...Entered the Navy at 19, been in ever since then. Now commanding the HBS Gatharra, correct?"
"Yes, Grand Councilman"
"Yes, Indeed..."
"If I may speak, Grand Council?"
"Speak."
"If I may present the report on the revolt on Hokuya... We've managed to stop it, however we had to resort to...purging the planet. 95 percent of the population was wiped out..."
"Hmm...we'll just pass it off as a suicide gesture. The revolutionaries resorted to bombing their own planet."
"Yes, Grand Councilman"
"Very well...What is this? You were told by...The Grand Admiral to purge them?"
"Uhh...yes, Grand Councilman."
"Interesting. We did not send him there to help out..."
"He was finished with the task you ordered him to do, Grand Council. He must have decided to help me out."
"On what? It does not require help to purge a planet!"
"Councilman...I was ordered by him to purge the planet..."
"I see...so why were you ordered to do so? What would you have done?"
"I was...trying to negotiate with them...trying to reason with them. I...did not want anything to go wrong, to have to purge them. For if word got out that we purged revolutionaries, I was afraid that would spark more foolish people into revolt. We need to propogate them, make them believe that we are good. Another story that a revolt was quelled using antimatter would spark more revolts...I apologize if I spoke out of tone, Grand Council..."
"It is fine, Rear Admiral. It is not a bad idea. If only we had more Admirals like you."
"Grand Councilman?"
"These revolts are becoming more and more firvurent. We need some sort of way of justifying our actions to those who are blind. That is the reason why we called you in, Admiral."
"Your record shows more peaceful resolutions to rebellions than any Admiral in our fleet. Your men see you as a kind man, calling you 'The Gentleman General" and the 'Admirable Admiral'."
"'Boastful Bartow'. Your men like you more than any other Admiral. Your men are the most loyal in the Fleet."
"Thank you, Grand Council"
"We are getting many recomendations for your promotion. But that is only partly why you are here."
"Because you are a symbol for the Clan, Many people will follow you. You instill patriotism, and leniancy towards those in which no other would show mercy to."
"Our enemies are preparing for war, Admiral. So are we. Right now, we are dealing with revolts and resistance among our people. If we have you as a symbol, as our spearhead, People will follow, and agree to fight."
"Our plan is simple, Admiral. We are going to wage war agains our enemies. You will convince our people to fight against the menaces of our great society. This will end the revolts, and in turn, gain us victory over our advirsaries."
"Congratulations, Vincent Firuhnyon Bartow. You have been promoted to Fleet Admiral. You and your ship shall be assigned to 5th fleet, the largest fleet the Clan has to offer. The only naval personel higher than you will be Grand Admiral Tohoku. He will be our entire Naval commander, you'll be his subordinate. Get too know him better. I know you two have a rocky history. Don't let that get in the way of the objective!"
"Yes, Grand Council. I thank you all, and I will not fail you! Arak Kon Tur!"
"Arak Kon Tur, Fleet Admiral. Oh yeah, one more thing, Admiral."
"Yes, Grand Councillor?"
"Your Ship, it's being re-christened the HMS Hijalte. Meeting Ojurned."
"Yes, Grand Council..."
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I've been gone again, Going into multiple dimentions (you know me). Hopefully i'll be brought back up to speed
-DaNoob
