The first rule of diplomacy is to have more guns then the other guy. - Thee of War Rose Velvet, Burgerland Ruler, Age of Imperialism, Pre Burger Wars
Dreams of Sothing More slowly moved across the large stage and up to the hoverdisc behind the podium. She had actual paper index cards in her hands, mostly to give her hands sothing to do, and she shuffled them as the hoverdisc raised until she was at a sensible and dignified height behind the podium.
In front of her were the self-appointed rulers of what had been the Unified Council.
Normally, the Confederacy insisted on voting, on representation, on the beings of the systems choosing their representatives for themselves.
But the damnable figures behind Magician's Hat Gas and Electronic Grazing Field Software had waited until voting day to release DLC's to their wildly popular gas.
Which ant less than 3% of the Lanaktallan population had voted, aning that the election was invalid and had to be done again.
I fixed that problem,Dreams thought to herself.
It had been a simple fix.
Next election, which would be held in only two weeks and three days, Lanaktallan would get an "I Voted!" sash decoration that would be displayed ahead of all but the warsteel level achievents. Magician's Hat Gas and EGFS had agreed to offer in-ga bonuses to anyone who had an "I Voted!" sash decoration.
Predictions estimated that roughly 95% of the Lanaktallan population would vote with those incentives.
Beyond her, in the comfortable lighting, was nearly two thousand representatives of various stellar systems, tiny star micro-nations, corporate boards, the various species, even a few of the old military and corporate unified council mbers.
The startling ones were the jet black Lanaktallan, that looked like they were a curious combination of flat black biochanical elents and living tissue. There were thirteen males and thirteen females, the males having horns, unlike normal Lanaktallan.
Herd Stallions and Herd Mares.
They had erged from hiding only a few months before.
Dreams had watched their propaganda broadcasts repeatedly to get a feel for them. While many beings in the forr Lanaktallan systems believed the Herd Stallions and Herd Mares were returned because of sothing related to the Atrekna's ability to manipulate ti, Dreams felt that it smacked of so kind of Terran Black Box project dedicated to destabilizing the Unified Council.
Nobody could have predicted that a complete cultural collapse would lead to the Unified Council basically surrendering by walking away from the war, she thought to herself.
She tapped the cards on the podium again and the lights ca on around her even as the massive 2.5D screen behind her lit up.
Dreams waited until everyone looked settled down and it appeared that nobody was involved in sothing in VR space rather than paying attention.
"Gentlen, ladies, both, and neither," Dreams said, leaning forward slightly into the microphone, even though it was just a non-functional prop. "I bring news that the Confederacy has engaged in overwhelming military actions against the Atrekna."
There was dead silence.
Dreams brought up the stellar map of the Cygnus-Orion Galactic Arm Spur, highlighting Confederate Space, Allied Space, Neutral Space, and forr Unified Council Space.
"As of seventy-two hours ago, local ti, the following systems were either under Atrekna attack, Atrekna occupation, or were predicted to be under attack," Dreams said. "Confederate Military Intelligence and Predictive Analysis estimated that their gains were due to what is being called the Spoked Offensive as well as previous Atrekna military operations over the past year."
"Galactic positioning, both historical and future, allowed us to determine that the Atrekna used a single system as a jumping point to move forces and attack and/or occupy five new systems," she waited until the first six systems were highlighted. "From there, each newly conquered or occupied system was used as a jumping point for five more systems. This made each 'hub' system at the top the base for five more systems down a chain, with each of those systems attacking five more."
"Additionally, each of these systems attacked intersected within two light years of a Niven Ring or Doom Tube, which were confird to be built by an ancient Precursor ga-facility the built those types of gastructures and then loaded them with what is known as Dwellerspawn," she said.
"At the end of a year, the Spoked Offensive had been largely blunted and prevented from going past the initial five pearls in the chain," Dreams waved at the screen behind her. "However, the Atrekna made great gains."
Just shy of fifteen thousand stellar systems were lit up with a red circle.
"As you can see, the Atrekna attacks were scattered through forr Council Space, into Confederate Space, but largely in what is called the Long Dark," Dreams stated. "Even unaligned star nations known to the Confederacy found themselves under assault by Atrekna forces."
Dreams shuffled her index cards. "Eleven unaligned star nations, so with nominal belligerent status, have requested assistance from the Terran Confederacy of Aligned Systems in the last year."
There was silence in the auditorium.
"However, the Atrekna errored in one simple fact," Dreams said. "They were unaware that the forces within Council territory were not the bulk of the Terran Confederate Ard Services," she tapped her index cards again as the screen showed a set of bars that sudden lowered. "Even with the fact that Terran Descent Humanity was over-represented in the ranks of the Confederate Ard Services, the Confederacy's flexibility and doctrine allowed for the call up of veterans and reserve forces."
"Additionally, the Atrekna gave the Confederate Ard Services nearly a year to retrain, rearm, retool, and reload," Dreams said. "It also gave ti for the bulk of the Confederate military to join the advance party and rapid ready units from across the Confederacy."
Dreams brought up statistics. "The vote to outright exterminate the Atrekna, based on their displayed technology and phasic abilities determined that, while the 1% Line (which may not be applicable to the Atrekna due to their ability to 'shift' forces through ti) is allowable under previously voted conditions," she paused for a second.
"The decision to outright xenocide the Atrekna was voted down."
There was a murmur through the auditorium.
"However!" Dreams raised her voice to cut through the quiet chatter. "It was decided to lay The Prorsus Destrue, the Total Destruction, upon the Atrekna."
Dreams stood silently for a mont.
"Right afterwards, the capital was attacked by androids who seed intent upon seizing the starports and planetary weather control systems. Quick action by LawSec stopped this assault and we are still determining who was behind it, although evidence points at an Atrekna temporal attack," Dreams said.
"With that in mind, military planning began to take the war to the Atrekna despite the fact they were still attempting to sally out of their held worlds and begin another five by five spoke attack."
Dreams looked at everyone, passing her eyes over the Lanaktallan and other xenospecies, all of whom were paying rapt attention to her.
"Ladies, Gentlen, Both, Neither, I bring you the solemn news that the Confederacy is at war and is activating the mutual defense clauses of all of its treaties," Dreams stated.
"As of eight hours ago, Operation Iron Piglet was launched by the Confederate Ard Services," Dreams said solemnly. "Ladies, Gentlen, Both, Neither, we are at war and have engaged the enemy."
There was dead silence in the Council chamber.
"The Confederacy has not sent in tiny packets of troops to a handful of systems," Dreams said.
She pointed at the 2.5D screen behind her.
"All systems in flashing amber are where the Confederate Ard Services are in direct combat with the Atrekna or liberating the system," Dreams said.
Every single one of the systems that had previously had a red circle around it began flashing amber.
"You are seeing that right," Dreams said. "The might of the Confederacy, which was originally going to land straight on the Unified Council, is instead repelling Atrekna occupations and attacks," she let herself feeling slightly smug. "Over one point five trillion combat troops, ten trillion support troops, a half billion combat ships, and then their attendant vessels, have all descended upon the Atrekna."
She let herself display a slight emoji icon of smugness.
"It had all been heading this way anyway before the Unified Council surrendered," she smiled.
"At the eight hour mark, when I was debriefed, there has been no major setbacks," Dreams stated. "Fighting is fierce in over three thousand systems, but that was to be expected and was accounted for in initial planning and predictive analysis."
She tapped the index cards. "I will now take any questions."
There was silence for a mont then a single light lit up. The Lanaktallan leader of roughly seventy stellar systems.
"Does the mutual defense pact an I must levy a conscription upon my population?" he asked.
Dreams shook her head. "No. The Confederate military does not accept conscription outside of biological caste systems such as the Mantid or Treana'ad."
Another light lit up.
"Will we be required to turn over authority of our planetary and system defense forces to the Confederate military?"
Dreams signaled a negative. "All personnel wishing to sign up for the Confederate Ard Services must be seen at a recruiter's station. System and planetary defense are urged to drill and ensure their equipnt and manpower matches paperwork, but other than that, you retain your authority."
More lights lit up.
Dreams purred as the questions poured in.
Finally she had engagent with them.
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TELKAN FORGE WORLDS
OK, so it's tax ti.
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TREANA'AD HIVE WORLDS
Well, pay your taxes or get a nerve weasel shoved into your waste orifice. Pretty simple.
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TELKAN FORGE WORLDS
Nerve weasel? Really?
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HAT WEARING AUNTIE
No, he's teasing.
It sounds like you've got a question.
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TELKAN FORGE WORLDS
Yeah.
On the Confederate tax forms, section J3, line 38D, is that right?
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PUBVIAN DOMINION
Let check.
Yeah, looks right.
What?
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TELKAN FORGE WORLDS
That can't be right.
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TREANA'AD HIVE WORLDS
It's right.
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HAT WEARING AUNTIE
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TELKAN FORGE WORLDS
So wait, I just check this box and I don't have to pay any taxes at all?
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PUBVIAN DOMINION
Well, only for private citizens.
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TREANA'AD HIVE WORLDS
The language is pretty clear.
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TELKAN FORGE WORLDS
So all I do is check this box, as a private citizen, and I don't have to pay taxes?
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HAT WEARING AUNTIE
Correct.
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RIGELLIAN SAURIAN COMPACT
What part of "Get your grubby hands off my money, you parasites, and get a damn job" is confusing?
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TELKAN FORGE WORLDS
Well, that the option to check a box that is labeled that exists at all.
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HAT WEARING AUNTIE
It's easier than trying to wrest credits from so of our mbers.
Besides, everyone knows the bulk of the tax money cos from GalNet, governntal licensing of patents, and shipping tarriffs and taxes.
And it isn't like the Confederacy doesn't get it back in other ways.
Just let them check the box. It makes them feel like they're getting over on a governnt that in so ways seems all encompassing.
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TELKAN FORGE WORLDS
OK.
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LEEBAW CONTEMPLATION POOL
How did the Council take the news that we're at war.
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HAT WEARING AUNTIE
Don't get started.
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PUBVIAN DOMINION
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HAT WEARING AUNTIE
Don't laugh at .
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LEEBAW CONTEMPLATION POOL
No, seriously, how did it go?
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HAT WEARING AUNTIE
They all asked questions that basically boiled down to "I, personally, aren't going to get drafted, right?" and then when it was over, they all just went back to grinding video gas.
I'm not even sure why we bothered doing such an in-depth briefing.
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TREANA'AD HIVE WORLDS
Because about sixteen billion people were logged in and watching Dreams' speech.
The Lanaktallan forr Great Grand Superior Most High Great Highs might not have been interested, but your Shopkeeper Sixtieth Class sure was.
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LANAKTALLAN GRAZING FIELD OF FREE THOUGHT
It was important to many of my people.
They appreciate knowing that they cannot be conscripted. That they get to live their lives how they choose.
Many were frightened that the choice, now that they have stopped fearing it and have begun to touch the edges of it, would now be taken away from them.
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PUBVIAN DOMINION
Conscription doesn't work that well with a modern military.
Too in-depth, to demanding. It's too easy to wash out if you want to.
Volunteers train harder and fighter better.
Besides, conscription just pisses your population off and sooner or later they figure they're either going to die on the battlefield or die overthrowing the system so it's better to go down fighting for the possibility of freedom rather than be conscripted to die in a at grinder sowhere.
It's part of the Pubvian Diplomatic Model.
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TREANA'AD HIVE WORLDS
I have no idea how a bunch of paranoid homicidal fluffy things like you ca up with the definitive diplomatic model.
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PUBVIAN DOMINION
It's part of my charm.
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The gems twinkled and sparkled as they hung in mid-air, each gem empowered to inform which stellar system they represented at the slightest touch of inquiry via psychic interrogation. From how many worlds, to population trics, to stellar luminosity, to any Atrekna historical notes, each gem held a wealth of data as they levitated in the huge chamber.
Gathered below the twinkling stars in the twilight dimness were Atrekna, but not Atrekna like so many others.
These ones wore finery and jewelry wrest through beguile and cunning from a Mad Lemur of Terra Tomb World. Each one had survived the various tests, quests, and requirents to beco one of the gathered Atrekna. Each carried a vial of biting insects whose pain and venom brought wisdom and clarity.
These were not just Ancient Ones, rely Old Ones, or plan Young Ones.
These were mbers of the Cult of the Defiled One.
They were all looking up at the representation of the Cygnus-Orion Galactic Spur, watching the tiny phasic holograms of spaceship fleets orbiting many of the gems.
**Surely they are overstretched** one suggested.
The Mistress of Blades shook her head. **Our ignorant brethren gave them too much ti to prepare. The Mad Lemurs of Terra and the Inheritors of Madness are a martial culture. If they are attacking upon this broad of a front then they have the numbers and logistics to support such a war effort**
**I withdraw my statent of ignorance** the one who had made the suggestion put forth. They respected the Mistress of Blades, who had fought a Mad Lemur to a standstill and managed to escape.
**Ignorance cleared away by the fire of knowledge is nothing to feel sha of** Dalvanak stated. **It is when ignorance is held tight despite evidence and facts is when ignorance should be shaful**
The others all nodded.
**The Grand Convention will seek to burn the hyperatomic plane to stop this assault** a Young One stated. **They claim to be above emotion but secretly the seeds of panic and doubt have already been sown** The Young One lifted up a wood instrunt and blew through it, twiddling his fingers in a short, staccato tune to signify he was done speaking, as was his way.
The others nodded sagely.
**We must discover where they make their preperations to burn the hyperatomic plane** Dalvanak stated. **I fear we must do what no Atrekna has done in hundreds of millions, perhaps hundreds of billions, of years**
**What is that?** the Mistress of Blades asked
Dalvanak turned and looked at her, his eyes burning red.
**Make war upon our own people. Not minor skirmishes, not for a last gasp of resources, not for a pittance of extra energy** he stated. **No. We may have to make war and crush their way of thinking and doing things lest their arrogance leads our people into oblivion**
The others clicked their fingers, a few clinging cymbals. The one with the flute blew a short sharp set of notes in agreent.
**It will have to be decisive and overwhelming** the Mistress of Blades stated. **As well as we must determine a way to stop temporal replication of forces to oppose us**
**A difficult, if not impossible, thing to determine** several stated at the sa ti.
**difficult indeed** Dalvanak himself mused.
Another Atrekna signaled that they wished to speak. When they all turned to look at her she waved her hand at the stars.
**Let us watch the Inheritors of Madness* she suggested. **If there is a way they will discover it**
The others all nodded.
**An excellent suggestion** Dalvanak stated. He waved at the exit. **Let us consider it over a new ritual I have discovered a pleasant ritual for a change**
The others reacted with slight excitent.
**I call it...** Dalvanak held off for a second, building the antici...
...
...
-pation.
**Tea and crumpets."
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