Karboria, Sazkar Major; Secluded Office of the Sar Kartek de Sarwun (Grand Vessel of Zarwaun)
Urwan sat on a chair, looking through the bay windows that looked over the city of Karboria, and the peaks surrounding Mount Karbor in the distance. The powered doors to her study slid open with a hiss, and footsteps--accompanied by a loud metallic CLUNK every few seconds--as the doors eased closed. The young Grand Vessel swiveled in the chair, to see a well-built Sazkarjhit man in dark-gray robes with red trim, holding what seemed to be a large, and ornately designed, stone and carbosteel cudgel.
"Honorable Vessel of Mazdabar Pumar'kum, I trust you received my message." she remarked rather nonchalantly.
Vessel of Mazdabar Tumari Pumar'kum served for many years in the Peoples' Military, and yet something about the woman's actions still made him feel threatened. While Urwan Garama'kum was younger and by far much weaker, she still was imposing. A staff that adorned the five-pointed spear of right was resting near the chair, and it almost seemed to crackle with life.
"Well you certainly weren't subtle about it." Tumari chuckled nervously. Grand Vessel Garama'kum had sent him several messages with the same request: Meet me in my private study as soon as possible, we have very important matters to discuss.
Refusing a message from his superior, especially one with as much awesome and holy power as the Grand Vessel, would seem treasonous and, to an extent, suicidal in itself. Regardless, Vessel Pumar'kum put on his best poker face and asked, "What do you request of me, Honorable Grand Vessel?"
She chuckled slightly. Did something amuse her? Did she feel empowered? Tumari couldn't be certain. "You know...Tumari...when we first were able to sail the endless expanse of space, we had a simple goal in mind, it was something put out by one of our Kumello clansmen many generations ago, do you remember what it was?"
"Help develop the Sazkarjhit way of life and further our endeavors for the betterment of our species?" he asked innocently. He knew what she was referring to, and he was hoping he could derail the subject.
"Do not be so coy, Vessel of Mazdabar." her tone changed, she seemed annoyed.
Tumari sighed, and shook his head. "That if any race that had come to view of the Sazkarjhit regime should see the true ways of creation, and follow the Path of Divine Right to acquire transcendence to the holiest planes of existence. More or less." he croaked.
The Grand Vessel chuckled again. "Yes, something like that." she remarked.
"I want to assume you see something in Nouvelle, Grand Vessel."
"Indeed I do. I see a primitive race of ex-Terrans who need to be developed in some sort of way to help them grow."
"And what about the terms of the treaty put out by the Eternal Union?"
Urwan scoffed, again sounding annoyed. "Regardless of how structured it is, their ways cannot be indoctrinated. They need to see a better way of life, and their own religious system will not help them. They thought our soldiers were angels for the gods' sake!"
Vessel Pumar'kum sat down in a chair nearby, resting the hammer-staff, he used his other hand to rub his temples in front of his horns, feeling them throb. "Grand Vessel, Nouvelle is currently becoming a hive for all of these warring empires, and with one fleet there already under pressure, attempting a religious crusade would cause even larger issues. Who's to say that this...Queen of theirs wouldn't organize her own army against us?"
The Grand Vessel laughed, or more so cackled, upon hearing his words. "Honorable Vessel, do you really find their military at all formidable? You saw from those reports, those videos from the marines. They still use gunpowder, compared to our military might their technology is a joke. That Queen can send soldiers en masse, but a single Trikolo-Class Destroyer could wipe out half of that land in a few hours. You are a vessel of the Belligerent One, you should be aware of this."
"I am aware of this Urwan, and excuse my vulgarity but I am busting my ass to prevent an interstellar incident and keep PNSS Might of a Thousand Suns from laying waste to that frontier region!" he was at first only tense, but he was barring his teeth, and had an iron grip on the hammer.
"And yet look how long it has taken for them to even get the damned thing off of the ground. But you have to understand, Tumari, if we can get a hold on Nouvelle, we have access to a pivotal joint that lets us be more powerful than these other empires. And to spread His word!"
The Vessel of the God of War scoffed. "Even for who I am, Urwan, if your father saw you like this he would be disgusted."
Urwan's annoyance had begun to evolve into rage. "Don't you dare bring my father into this! He would have done exactly what I am to do!" she shouted.
"These mass-conversions are barbaric, and behind us! Urwan, don't you understand what's put at stake if we go all willy-nilly and anger these other empires? We could be seeing catastrophic results, even the destruction of our homeland!"
The Grand Vessel held up her hand. "Enough! We are going through with this and that's final! By the power vested in me, I am taking executive action and commanding you to do as I say! Am I clear, Tumari?!"
Executive action. Very rarely does a Grand Vessel take such action (Even in a dictatorial oligarchy like Sazkarjhia) for their own whims. Pumar'kum realized that she still had an immense amount of political power, and there was little he could do. Defeated, he agreed. He rose from his seat, took the hammer and walked to the door, as it hissed open he cocked his head and whispered a quote from Declarations, one of the books of the Seven Divine Scriptures.
"Su Karakat yuran takon do Weran e Meran."
"For Tyrants always fall to Pride and Hubris."
Shaking his head, seeing the fire glint in Urwan's black eyes, he walked out the door.