The Admiralty
Penthouse
Annaj
Annaj still wasn’t the same from the last showdown between Anaya, Andra and Shorn. Shet had gotten hectic back then, I played my part, of course. That’s what the Governor does, make sure problems go away, quietly if possible. We were fixing it up again, paying out settlements for the afflicted, repairing damage were possible, renovating where that was more convenient.
Varanin, Adair and me had met a few weeks ago, discussed the current state of affairs, think we got it knocked down now. With most of the troublemakers outta town we can focus on bettering the Fringe, stagnation has plagued us, but ya know how we are… shet like that hasn’t stoppped us before.
I asked [member="Ashin Varanin"] to join me tonight, conversation. Between old… friends? associates? Hell, if I know. These days the lines are blurred. One day’s friend, is another day’s worst enemy. Point was, I respected Varanin, always had and always will.
But we gotta discuss the basics, figure out where to go from here. Confederation, Empire, heh. Dictatorship. We needed a clear purpose and a drive to get there, who better to ask for an opinion than the Dark Empress herself.
Stood on the roof of my penthouse, Annaj’s capital was sprawling, many of its buildings rising up from the fog and making itself home in the space. I was looking at it all, my city, my home. Gotta protect it, gotta make sure it stays safe.