Private In The Wake of Collapse

[Jorik Valnora]

A self-sustained blip within the grand vastness of the sprawling galaxy, Yesmireen stood. A beacon to the tests of time and to the embodiment of what was and what was still to come. In the wake of the dissolution of the Southern systems superpower known as the Confederacy of Independent Systems, Yesmireen had once more found itself alone and isolated. Ripped free of the greater influence of galactic politics. But it still stood triumphant. Valnora Enterprise still found itself solidly situated here with the planet’s capital still serving as the seat of the corporation’s headquarters. Even the company’s CEO still held stewardship over the system as its principle authority and figure of leadership. That hadn’t changed. And it wouldn’t.

At least so far as Jorik and the other denizens of Yesmireen were concerned. Even the relationship with the indigenous species of the system, the Immerin, had grown and begun to move beyond uneasy tension and distrust. Much to the growing responsibilities of one Salak Duun, that had stepped away from the system’s clutches in the waning days of the Confederacy.

While much of what once was had slipped into the shadows of the galaxy’s southernmost arm, Salak had taken it upon himself to return home. It was there that he found himself grow into a position as an ambassador between his people isolated and protected on the system’s terrestrial moon and those that inhabited the planet itself.

“Good morning, Salak.” The words were spoken from the CEO, himself, in greeting to the large serpentine figure that crossed the threshold into his office. “How fares your people?”

 

[Salak Duun]

Salak, the towering Immerin that had left Yesmireen some time ago, only to return when the Confederacy faltered and eventually weaned into being no more, stepped to the long paned window that overlooked Yesmireen’s capital from Jorik’s office. The place was large, vibrant and full of life. A welcome change from what it had been prior to the coming of the Confederacy some years prior. Even if it did find itself simply on the fringes of the government’s caress.

He sighed as Jorik asked his question, contemplating the response. For him, galactic basic was still raw and difficult to understand. Much less to speak it. But he had at least enough of a grasp on it now that he could struggle through the duties he now possessed as an ambassador between his people and the rest of the system. “The Immerin are thankful for the sanctuary you have afforded them,” he said, his words almost like a hiss as they slithered their way across his tongue. “But, we have had issues of stray among you venturing to our home. Our home that you declared protected under decree.”

“Even if I wanted to, you know there is no protection from trespassers.”