Tom
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Within the walls of the grand cathedral, an old, gothic structure tucked away in the southern district of Funky City, the Democratic Imperium's senators were gathered.
The building, carved of stone and marble, was a lasting testament to the past, one of the few structures that survived the Battle of Nepleslia. It was certainly a stark contrast to the dystopian structures that dominated the rest of the skyline, but the old building, majestic as it was, had its own sinister attributes, mainly two ivory-colored spires which pierced beyond the layers of smog in the sky. The complex was boxed by a large metal wall which protected it on all sides, and four gates rested on each side. Each one was closed and protected by an APC full of a dozen soldiers.
Cameras and turrets kept a vigilant eye on the surroundings of the cathedral, eager to answer any threats early and with deadly efficiency.
Within the cathedral, Premier Robert Davis sat, his hands clasped on the wood of the huge, polished table which extended in a wide ring on the ground floor. Behind the table where he an the rest of the senators sat, were empty wooden pews, 15 rows of each leading to a closed door. Light poured down through the clear glass windows above and the air, dusty and warm, drifted lazily through the open space.
In the center of the large wooden ring was a holographic projection of the starmap, along with scrolling text showing various calculations and projections regarding the conflict with the NMX.
It was these projections that darkened this day and brought Davis to propose a piece of legislation he had never wished to be necessary.
"Senators," he began. "The war and the loss of Rok'Veru have left us with very little buffer space between our homeworld. Although our defensive fleets are powerful, it is a great risk to the future of this Imperium if we do not take into consideration the possibility that war may befall Planet Nepleslia itself. The NMX are expected to strike soon, and when they do, we will meet them with everything we've got."
He paused and swallowed. He then broke his grip and rubbed his bearded chin with a steady hand.
"But when they do come, we will have lost our mobility as a government. It is, therefore, that I open debate on taking this valuable time and using it to relocate our government to Nepleslia Prime, where it is less susceptible to attack from our enemies. Consider this vote carefully, my fellow senators."
He motioned above him briefly before returning his attention to the circle of senators around him.
"What say you, senators? Do we leave behind the past for the future, or do we hold onto our history for our national pride?"
The building, carved of stone and marble, was a lasting testament to the past, one of the few structures that survived the Battle of Nepleslia. It was certainly a stark contrast to the dystopian structures that dominated the rest of the skyline, but the old building, majestic as it was, had its own sinister attributes, mainly two ivory-colored spires which pierced beyond the layers of smog in the sky. The complex was boxed by a large metal wall which protected it on all sides, and four gates rested on each side. Each one was closed and protected by an APC full of a dozen soldiers.
Cameras and turrets kept a vigilant eye on the surroundings of the cathedral, eager to answer any threats early and with deadly efficiency.
Within the cathedral, Premier Robert Davis sat, his hands clasped on the wood of the huge, polished table which extended in a wide ring on the ground floor. Behind the table where he an the rest of the senators sat, were empty wooden pews, 15 rows of each leading to a closed door. Light poured down through the clear glass windows above and the air, dusty and warm, drifted lazily through the open space.
In the center of the large wooden ring was a holographic projection of the starmap, along with scrolling text showing various calculations and projections regarding the conflict with the NMX.
It was these projections that darkened this day and brought Davis to propose a piece of legislation he had never wished to be necessary.
"Senators," he began. "The war and the loss of Rok'Veru have left us with very little buffer space between our homeworld. Although our defensive fleets are powerful, it is a great risk to the future of this Imperium if we do not take into consideration the possibility that war may befall Planet Nepleslia itself. The NMX are expected to strike soon, and when they do, we will meet them with everything we've got."
He paused and swallowed. He then broke his grip and rubbed his bearded chin with a steady hand.
"But when they do come, we will have lost our mobility as a government. It is, therefore, that I open debate on taking this valuable time and using it to relocate our government to Nepleslia Prime, where it is less susceptible to attack from our enemies. Consider this vote carefully, my fellow senators."
He motioned above him briefly before returning his attention to the circle of senators around him.
"What say you, senators? Do we leave behind the past for the future, or do we hold onto our history for our national pride?"
