Raises an Eyebrow
How quickly three decades pass on the Frontier.
One thing the Sephi had long since learned is that you can't have enough allies in the Outer Rim. There were more worlds than most realised that craved stability. Not all thrived on lawlessness and next to none that wanted Imperialism. They wanted independence but at the same time, they wanted security.
It was up to him and his Council to make it a reality.
Just sometimes. he wished that it was still some other Head of State's problem and not his. He won wars, not lead nations. Though, he suspected for the first time in well over a century, that his father would have been either envious or proud of where his progeny ended up. His parents weren't exactly thrilled when he joined the navy a lifetime ago.
And that passion never ceased.
Whenever Vemric travelled, he refused a luxury liner and preferred to step onto his old flagship - the Requiem. She had seen an immense amount of engagements over the decades and she still held strong. And she gave him just that small taste of being back among the stars in the way he wanted - at the helm of a warship. She wasn't meant to be a show of force, but his means of transportation.
Now, the Battlecruiser hung in orbit and a shuttle touched down on a landing pad in the great city of Nunurra.
"Roon welcomes Your Excellency and the Confederacy." said some kind of dignitary with a flourish while Vemric was still at the top for the ramp.
A brow lofted on the regal face of the Sephi as he froze in the doorway.
"Are all of them like this now, or is there at least someone with more of a brain that I can talk to?" he quietly asked Margot, his Assistant and Aid, where she stood just behind him, juggling datapads.
"I believe there is one or two dignitaries that would strike a better accord with you, Sir." she answered just as quietly. She was still thankful for Admiral Miles that gave her a crash course in most things surrounding the imposing figure that was President of the Confederacy.
"Maybe some wayward shell hit some of them on the head." Vemric mumbled before tilting his head as he descended from the shuttle. "Thank you." he told the dignitary in an almost bored tone. "Who may you be?"
"Frederik Jameson at your service, Sir." Another flourish that made the Sephi internally recoil.
"Master Jameson, Margot Espeth. We spoke briefly to organise the arrival?" Margot thankfully saved him by stepping forward and shaking the man's hand.
"Ah yes. Pleased to finally make your acquaintance, Miss Espeth." Jameson said.
"In that case, should we split up? I wish to speak to your Head of Defence if it please. And Miss Espeth could cover terms with you and your Foreign Affairs Minister?" As diplomatic as possible. No one could try and yell at him.
"Of course. Defence would be Mister Garon Nath. Hobbs here can escort you to him."
"Thank you. Miss Espeth, I'll be in contact once I am done." said Vemric as the armoured Captain stepped forward to act as escort.
"Of course, Sir." she said and they finally split up.
After a short walk, the Captain left him in an area where a young man with striking features stood.
A brow lofted as Vemric looked down at the young man from his tall frame. It was strange to see one so young responsible for the safety of his planet. It would be an interesting conversation.
"First Marshal Nath, Vemric Keldra, President of The Confederacy. Seeing as this planet wishes to be part of the State, I wish to discuss some things with you in particular." he introduced himself with a slightly aloof tone. To the untrained ear, it may sound snobbish. To those that have spent some time with the Sephi, would know that it was his mostly normal tone for conversation when dealing with more important officials of some kind.
"Where would be the best location for such discussions?"
One thing the Sephi had long since learned is that you can't have enough allies in the Outer Rim. There were more worlds than most realised that craved stability. Not all thrived on lawlessness and next to none that wanted Imperialism. They wanted independence but at the same time, they wanted security.
It was up to him and his Council to make it a reality.
Just sometimes. he wished that it was still some other Head of State's problem and not his. He won wars, not lead nations. Though, he suspected for the first time in well over a century, that his father would have been either envious or proud of where his progeny ended up. His parents weren't exactly thrilled when he joined the navy a lifetime ago.
And that passion never ceased.
Whenever Vemric travelled, he refused a luxury liner and preferred to step onto his old flagship - the Requiem. She had seen an immense amount of engagements over the decades and she still held strong. And she gave him just that small taste of being back among the stars in the way he wanted - at the helm of a warship. She wasn't meant to be a show of force, but his means of transportation.
Now, the Battlecruiser hung in orbit and a shuttle touched down on a landing pad in the great city of Nunurra.
"Roon welcomes Your Excellency and the Confederacy." said some kind of dignitary with a flourish while Vemric was still at the top for the ramp.
A brow lofted on the regal face of the Sephi as he froze in the doorway.
"Are all of them like this now, or is there at least someone with more of a brain that I can talk to?" he quietly asked Margot, his Assistant and Aid, where she stood just behind him, juggling datapads.
"I believe there is one or two dignitaries that would strike a better accord with you, Sir." she answered just as quietly. She was still thankful for Admiral Miles that gave her a crash course in most things surrounding the imposing figure that was President of the Confederacy.
"Maybe some wayward shell hit some of them on the head." Vemric mumbled before tilting his head as he descended from the shuttle. "Thank you." he told the dignitary in an almost bored tone. "Who may you be?"
"Frederik Jameson at your service, Sir." Another flourish that made the Sephi internally recoil.
"Master Jameson, Margot Espeth. We spoke briefly to organise the arrival?" Margot thankfully saved him by stepping forward and shaking the man's hand.
"Ah yes. Pleased to finally make your acquaintance, Miss Espeth." Jameson said.
"In that case, should we split up? I wish to speak to your Head of Defence if it please. And Miss Espeth could cover terms with you and your Foreign Affairs Minister?" As diplomatic as possible. No one could try and yell at him.
"Of course. Defence would be Mister Garon Nath. Hobbs here can escort you to him."
"Thank you. Miss Espeth, I'll be in contact once I am done." said Vemric as the armoured Captain stepped forward to act as escort.
"Of course, Sir." she said and they finally split up.
After a short walk, the Captain left him in an area where a young man with striking features stood.
A brow lofted as Vemric looked down at the young man from his tall frame. It was strange to see one so young responsible for the safety of his planet. It would be an interesting conversation.
"First Marshal Nath, Vemric Keldra, President of The Confederacy. Seeing as this planet wishes to be part of the State, I wish to discuss some things with you in particular." he introduced himself with a slightly aloof tone. To the untrained ear, it may sound snobbish. To those that have spent some time with the Sephi, would know that it was his mostly normal tone for conversation when dealing with more important officials of some kind.
"Where would be the best location for such discussions?"
