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A Thursday Prompt story
© 2019 by Walter Reimer
Prompt word: defensive
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The High Admiral adjusted the jeweled stock collar of her formal uniform for the sixth time, and sighed as the damned thing pinched again. It was always too tight, and she hated wearing it.
But the Azraa had requested the vir’s presence, and formal uniform was required.
Despite the fact that she knew the way to the Emperor’s family quarters, protocol and security demanded that she be led by a trooper-attendant of the Imperial Guard. Her staff walked behind her, a few looking up at the high floor to ceiling windows. The glass was coated with a polarizing layer to lower the impact of the Daystar as well as the twice-daily passes of the Companion. The white dwarf’s transit increased the amount of solar radiation, so it was best to stay indoors.
The senior sergeant touched the annunciator on the door and stepped back as it began to open. He bowed to the High Admiral. “The Azraa will see you.”
“Thank you.” When the last visitor had entered, the attendant closed the door behind them.
Compared to the opulence of the rest of the Palace, the private quarters were almost austere in its décor, a reflection of the Empress’ tastes. The main room had a collection of soft chairs and sofas, and in one of them Princess Nefon sat nursing her daughter while the Azravir sat beside her. They both looked up as the Garfrelen and her staff bowed. “Vikan,” the Empress said, smiling.
“Empress, Azrin-v’chat.” The vir straightened up and smiled. “It’s very good to see you. Is this Varidh?”
Nefon grinned, suppressing a slight wince. “Yes, and you’ll pardon me, High Admiral, she’s very hungry today.”
“She’ll be beautiful, then.” The mother smiled again and Vikan t’Klar said to the Empress, “The Emperor – “
Verin n’Lanya gestured affirmation. “Tarval had to go use the garderobe.” Her ears flicked. “Is everything well at home, Vikan?”
“Yes, Verin, everything’s fine.” She glanced to her right and bowed again. “Lir tārintī.”
Tarval XXI smiled. “Narchak, everyone, please relax. Take seats.” He was dressed in a gauzy sleeveless robe that didn’t hide the fact that he was unclothed under it. “Verin, Nefon, could you excuse us, please?”
Verin was already standing up. “Of course.” She helped her daughter to her feet and they left the room as her husband took a seat.
Once the others were comfortable he said, “Vikan, I called you and your staff here to update me on the Step Two alert.”
“Yes, sir.” One member of the Master Staffadmiral’s staff placed a datapak into a reader, and a projection filled a cubic meter of space in the room. The Terran Sphere, actually more of an amorphous blob, sat surrounded on one-third of its perimeter by its boundary with the Empire. The projection zoomed in on the boundary area, and small symbols appeared to denote stations and patrol ships. “I have mobilized the First and Third Fleets, along with elements of the 37th and 53rd Army Battle Groups, and have added more electronic warfare ships.” She glanced at the projection as her tail twitched. “I have also activated all sixty-four Tracker divisions.”
Tarval frowned up at her. “Do you believe that necessary?”
“Yes, Sovereign, I do. The Terrans have shown us that they are unpredictable. I have been briefed by the Foreign Ministry and the Political Monitors regarding their reaction to the defected Terran cruiser.”
“I understand. Tactics? What are the projections?”
The subadmiral checked his padd. “These are our analyses, Lord,” he said as the chart decreased in size and was replaced by lines of text and figures. “There are very large margins of error, I regret to say.”
“Yes, I see that.” He looked away from the display to a kam in Army dark brown with a dull yellow-brown stripe and the double silver circle of a General-second. He sat alone and slightly apart from the rest, the other officers seemingly unwilling to sit too close.
As if they sensed a predator in the room.
The kam returned the gaze calmly.
The Emperor turned back to the display, stroking the russet fur on his chin thoughtfully. “I want more sensor stations established on the border,” he said. “Has there been any response to our protest regarding the attack on our Embassy?”
A kam in civilian dress said, “Their explanation is that a terrorist group is responsible.”
Tarval frowned. “They’ve made that assertion before, if I recall reports on their infonet traffic. Please have a message sent to Ambassador Balakrishnan that if any of these terrorists are arrested, they must be given to us for trial. Along with all evidence.” The kam gestured affirmation and compliance as he typed information onto his padd.
A Thursday Prompt story
© 2019 by Walter Reimer
Prompt word: defensive
Thumbnail art by
baroncoonThe High Admiral adjusted the jeweled stock collar of her formal uniform for the sixth time, and sighed as the damned thing pinched again. It was always too tight, and she hated wearing it.
But the Azraa had requested the vir’s presence, and formal uniform was required.
Despite the fact that she knew the way to the Emperor’s family quarters, protocol and security demanded that she be led by a trooper-attendant of the Imperial Guard. Her staff walked behind her, a few looking up at the high floor to ceiling windows. The glass was coated with a polarizing layer to lower the impact of the Daystar as well as the twice-daily passes of the Companion. The white dwarf’s transit increased the amount of solar radiation, so it was best to stay indoors.
The senior sergeant touched the annunciator on the door and stepped back as it began to open. He bowed to the High Admiral. “The Azraa will see you.”
“Thank you.” When the last visitor had entered, the attendant closed the door behind them.
Compared to the opulence of the rest of the Palace, the private quarters were almost austere in its décor, a reflection of the Empress’ tastes. The main room had a collection of soft chairs and sofas, and in one of them Princess Nefon sat nursing her daughter while the Azravir sat beside her. They both looked up as the Garfrelen and her staff bowed. “Vikan,” the Empress said, smiling.
“Empress, Azrin-v’chat.” The vir straightened up and smiled. “It’s very good to see you. Is this Varidh?”
Nefon grinned, suppressing a slight wince. “Yes, and you’ll pardon me, High Admiral, she’s very hungry today.”
“She’ll be beautiful, then.” The mother smiled again and Vikan t’Klar said to the Empress, “The Emperor – “
Verin n’Lanya gestured affirmation. “Tarval had to go use the garderobe.” Her ears flicked. “Is everything well at home, Vikan?”
“Yes, Verin, everything’s fine.” She glanced to her right and bowed again. “Lir tārintī.”
Tarval XXI smiled. “Narchak, everyone, please relax. Take seats.” He was dressed in a gauzy sleeveless robe that didn’t hide the fact that he was unclothed under it. “Verin, Nefon, could you excuse us, please?”
Verin was already standing up. “Of course.” She helped her daughter to her feet and they left the room as her husband took a seat.
Once the others were comfortable he said, “Vikan, I called you and your staff here to update me on the Step Two alert.”
“Yes, sir.” One member of the Master Staffadmiral’s staff placed a datapak into a reader, and a projection filled a cubic meter of space in the room. The Terran Sphere, actually more of an amorphous blob, sat surrounded on one-third of its perimeter by its boundary with the Empire. The projection zoomed in on the boundary area, and small symbols appeared to denote stations and patrol ships. “I have mobilized the First and Third Fleets, along with elements of the 37th and 53rd Army Battle Groups, and have added more electronic warfare ships.” She glanced at the projection as her tail twitched. “I have also activated all sixty-four Tracker divisions.”
Tarval frowned up at her. “Do you believe that necessary?”
“Yes, Sovereign, I do. The Terrans have shown us that they are unpredictable. I have been briefed by the Foreign Ministry and the Political Monitors regarding their reaction to the defected Terran cruiser.”
“I understand. Tactics? What are the projections?”
The subadmiral checked his padd. “These are our analyses, Lord,” he said as the chart decreased in size and was replaced by lines of text and figures. “There are very large margins of error, I regret to say.”
“Yes, I see that.” He looked away from the display to a kam in Army dark brown with a dull yellow-brown stripe and the double silver circle of a General-second. He sat alone and slightly apart from the rest, the other officers seemingly unwilling to sit too close.
As if they sensed a predator in the room.
The kam returned the gaze calmly.
The Emperor turned back to the display, stroking the russet fur on his chin thoughtfully. “I want more sensor stations established on the border,” he said. “Has there been any response to our protest regarding the attack on our Embassy?”
A kam in civilian dress said, “Their explanation is that a terrorist group is responsible.”
Tarval frowned. “They’ve made that assertion before, if I recall reports on their infonet traffic. Please have a message sent to Ambassador Balakrishnan that if any of these terrorists are arrested, they must be given to us for trial. Along with all evidence.” The kam gestured affirmation and compliance as he typed information onto his padd.
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