Terminus Est
The Imperial Garrisons at Ketaris were hardly an isolated matter. The Capital city stood in the shadow of the most massive of them, which Enlil chose of his own volition not to occupy. Rather than ruling like a Tyrant, unseen and sequestered away from the population, he chose to live among them and bear their struggle in unity. Today, though, he sat at the head of a table with the brightest military minds his world had to offer with a view overlooking that microcosm he inhabited.
It was like an entirely different experience. Aloof, cold, and detached from the rest of the world. They watched as Ketaris swam through the river of time, an entity in no way related to them. That was a sight that made his shoulders sag. It was not how a unified people should conduct themselves.
"My Lord Enlil," his advisor leaned to whisper in his ear. "The envoys from Imperial Command will be arriving shortly. Shall I prepare the refreshments?"
The King waved his hand in the affirmative. Wine glasses were placed at each seat and the bottle set before Enlil as he looked over the men who defended Ketaris against retaliation from the Sith Eternal. It was their collective of Fortresses and tactical prowess that kept the shields raised and the people safe from harm.
He could not simply brush them aside.
The King knew his humanitarian efforts could only go so far. It was why he gave freely of himself and threw his mind, body, and spirit into the line of fire. Every battle he fought for the Empire, he bled so his people would not be forced to join the fight.
It could only hold for so long. Denizens from across the Empire joined the Stormtrooper Corps in protection of Ketaris. Ketaris had to commit something other than its presence to the war front. That was reality. It would not end until the war did.
He poured himself a glass and took a sip.
It was like an entirely different experience. Aloof, cold, and detached from the rest of the world. They watched as Ketaris swam through the river of time, an entity in no way related to them. That was a sight that made his shoulders sag. It was not how a unified people should conduct themselves.
"My Lord Enlil," his advisor leaned to whisper in his ear. "The envoys from Imperial Command will be arriving shortly. Shall I prepare the refreshments?"
The King waved his hand in the affirmative. Wine glasses were placed at each seat and the bottle set before Enlil as he looked over the men who defended Ketaris against retaliation from the Sith Eternal. It was their collective of Fortresses and tactical prowess that kept the shields raised and the people safe from harm.
He could not simply brush them aside.
The King knew his humanitarian efforts could only go so far. It was why he gave freely of himself and threw his mind, body, and spirit into the line of fire. Every battle he fought for the Empire, he bled so his people would not be forced to join the fight.
It could only hold for so long. Denizens from across the Empire joined the Stormtrooper Corps in protection of Ketaris. Ketaris had to commit something other than its presence to the war front. That was reality. It would not end until the war did.
He poured himself a glass and took a sip.
