Private Fire and Ice | Ra'Katha

[Bastille Rommer]

S O V E R E I G N

Tag: Elsasca Selcoc

There were twelve gods that sat on the Ra'Kathan pantheon. Many outsiders, when first hearing of their names and roles, assumed that Ra'Muhn, he who held the sun in his hands, was the most revered and sacred of their idols. But it was in fact Ra'Mallah, she who held water and life, that the Ra'Kathans most fervently worshipped. The people of Ra'Katha knew that while the Sun gave them warmth, it also gave them burning skin, took away their water, and too much would kill their precious crops and animals.

They knew that too much strength, too much power, would just burn them away.

Bastille was not a warmonger; he could go even as far as to say that he was a pacifist, to a degree. Ra'Katha had not built their Empire on conquest and bloodshed, but rather trade and economic expansion. Bastille of course did not aspire to be a galactic power, for that too brought inevitable conflict. He was content to sit as ruler of his own world, but he was not content to let Ra'Katha be strangled by the nation that it had entrusted its safekeeping too.

By no means was he some sort of revolutionary or independent, but he yearned for the independence promised by the Confederacy, and he felt that slowly, as corruption and tyranny had been left to fester in its government. The Confederacy First supporting mandate was its worst symptom, but not it's only one. For too long, Bastille had been passive to the motives of tyranny that had begun to show from the Confederacy's leadership, but as his people -- and the Confederacy -- was beginning to suffer, he could ignore it no longer.

To that extent, he had invited the Viceroy of Linuri, Elsasca Selcoc, a like-minded politician, for a small intimate visit to the Kemotar's palace on Ra'Katha. He had known that she was not a staunch supporter of the tariffs that the Presidium had inflicted on the Confederacy, and Bastille hoped to use that to convince her to support the Sovereigntist Party, who hoped to curb both the overreach of government and repeal the self-inflicted economic sanctions that were choking the lifeblood of both Ra'Katha and Linuri.

Hopefully, it would be a productive meeting.
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[Elsasca Selcoc]

TAG: Bastille Rommer

True prosperity in a nation could only be had if trade could flow freely through a world. Tariffs and taxes were necessary.....within moderation. She could feel the strain these levies were putting on trade. This, in turn, affected her people. They were not suffering, but they were not truly prospering either. And where her people's well being was concerned, Elsasca would root out every ounce of corruption within the Confederate government, if it was the last thing she did to ensure the betterment of her people.

However, when the invitation from the Vicroy of Ra'Katha was brought to her, Ela could not help but be suspicious. To discuss the way forward for their people? It could be sincere - one monarch to another - or it could be a trap to root out those in the government opposed to tyranny. But there was only one way to find out.

Ra'Katha was so different from Linuri's lush vegetation, vast lakes and cerulean seas as night was from day. It was definitely beautiful in another sort of way, but the lack in vast areas of vegetation or great bodies of fresh water was a foreign concept to the Linuri Queen. Living on a bountiful planet has definitely isolated her from more arid planets. The Royal Yacht touched down at the palace and she disembarked when the all clear from her Guard was given.

The sun was something fierce. If her fair complexion could have shied away from the heat, it would have.
"How do these people make a living in this heat?" she asked Caio, her Captain of the Guard, as they walked down the boarding ramp.

 

[Bastille Rommer]

S O V E R E I G N

Tag: Elsasca Selcoc

Bastille's thoughts were disturbed by the opening of a door; looking up from his contemplations, he saw that it was one of the many messengers for the palace. "Asijj'ideh," the servant said in apologies, "Ikn jeh Viceroy ce'Linuri, Elsasca Selcoc, sama namani."

Bastille smiled, his way of letting the servant know that there was no grudge held for the intrusion. "Hvui uhl Mafaqha reh'han rhu jeh Qasyr," instruction the servant to provide an escort for his honored guest to the palace. Adding a note for the Shajamai tea to be carried up at once, so that it could cool to a temperature that one not used to its flavor or the Ra'Kathan heat would find more hospitable, the servant was sent on his way, leaving Bastille back to his thoughts.

With the legislative session on Project: Starbound imminent as well as Ra'Mallah's festival, not to mention the various industrial projects that had overtaken Saltuhn's cityscape. Political machinations, economic schemes -- all of these things made for little rest for the Kemotar. He was fortunate enough to have access to sleep-restorative herbs and medications, but even those were not miracle cures. But, Bastille countered that need for personal rest with the fact that what he was doing would pay off even bigger dividends.

Hopefully, this meeting could bring about that same kind of payoff, even if it would be on a smaller scale.
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[Elsasca Selcoc]

TAG: Bastille Rommer

Exotically enchanting.

As she traveled with the escort towards the palace, her ice-blue eyes took in the beauty of her surroundings. The buildings were in stark contrast to the architecture on Linuri, but they held an enchantment that Elsasca could not deny.

On reaching the palace, she ordered the rest of her Guard to remain on the lower levels in a gesture of good faith. She was not here to make war, as of yet. Only Caio accompanied her as she was lead through the beautiful halls to the Kemotar's office.

As she was shown inside, she inclined her regal head. Caio was motioned to stay put outside.
"Lord Rommer, I am honoured by the invitation." she said in her cool voice, but amicable enough.

She took a seat, crossing on leg over the other.
"This place holds an enchanting beauty. I just don't know how you survive the heat." she said with a small smile. There was no use in remaining stoic if all this man wanted to discuss was prosperity.