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Bringing Order; Personal Saga - Complete
Topic Started: Nov 13 2011, 02:07 AM (150 Views)
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The blast came in towards the ship, hitting the hull as it shook the entire vessel. The blast had knocked everyone off their feet and even Cooler found it hard to keep balance, “Hard left! Evasive action!” [/color], screamed the prince, as his pilots struggled to get back their footing and sit back in their chairs. Smoke began to bellow from the lower decks, up into the main room. The damage indication metre was bleeping red and an alien turned to Cooler, a worried look on his face. “Sire! We’ve taken hull damage at brink 27! Third primary thrusters are out!”, said the alien as he struggled to blurt the words out fast enough.

The changeling narrowed his eyes, his vision fixated on the circular viewing window, which was in the main cock pit. The flash of cannon fire, explosions and the Smokey wreckages filled the scene, as the entire fleet was in heavy battle. It had been a surprise attack, and the prince’s ship, ’The Commander’ , was right in the middle of the battle. The planet, Marx, was known for its formidable fleet, but it was never common knowledge to the changeling’s, that they possessed the ability to cloak their entire fleet.

Communication had broken down between the two planets and over time, political tensions just kept growing. First planet Frieza stopped its trade supply and cut off immigration routes. Then in return Marx exiled all changeling related officials from the planet. Cooler had been handed the task of dealing with this situation, but the leader of the planet Marxs, had been quite hard to deal with. After continuous diplomatic meetings failed, the changeling prince was given the go ahead to go in by force and conquer the planet. After they conquered the planet, they were to reinstate someone of their choosing.

The aliens on the planet Marx were nothing special, but did posses create ability with technology and science. Planet Frieza actually relied on them for the creation of their vessels and any new technology that may be required. It was obvious as the fleet entered their orbit, that they had been holding back technology the whole time. They had been in wait for Cooler’s fleet, cloaked by some form of technology they owned. The ambush was timed nearly perfect to their arrival, and it put the prince’s vessel, smack in the middle of the savage aerial battle.

The body of a poor soul who had been shot out into space, slammed against the viewing window of Cooler’s vessel. The bloodied and burnt remains of what looked to be a soldier of the prince’s, smeared bits of flesh across the viewing window, before sliding off and floating into the empty space. The aliens in the cock pit typed away furiously as they attempted to evasively move the ship out of the main area of fire. The ship was filling with smoke, and the noise of emergency bleeps could be heard everywhere.

“Incoming!”, was the last word spoken before the vessel once again shook violently. The prince was knocked down to his knees this time, as the vessel ruptured, and flames rose up from the left corridor. The sound of aliens being burnt alive echoed throughout the vessel, and emergency voice came over the intercom. “Alert, Alert, Vessels hull has been breached, evacuation procedures should commence”. The prince slammed his fist against the handle of his throne, lifting himself up to his feet. “Dam Marxian rats! I’ll hang them all by their fucken necks!”, growled the prince, as a vein of anger appeared across his temple.

The aliens once again lifted themselves into their chairs, looking to each other with complete dread, but not yet attempting anything, until the prince had given the order. An alien at the main driving panel turned back and yelled over the commotion noise, “Prince Cooler! We need to get to the escape pods! Fuel is leaking! We’re going down!”. The changeling prince heard the voice, but his eyes was still fixated on the viewing window, watching as his fleet slowly began to be shot down one by one, by the Marxian forces.

Cooler clenched a fist by his side as he turned his gaze to the alien at the main piloting chair, “No! We will not abandon ship! Bring it down onto the planet’s surface!”. The alien pilots eyes went wide, and he blurted out in fear to the prince’s order, “But sir! They have surface cannons! We’ll be shot down to pieces before we even reach the surface!”. The alien was trembling as he spoke, but all the other aliens remained silent as they looked to the prince, seeing how he would reply to such back chat.

The changeling slammed his fist by his side, embedding his words and intention, “I said land it!”, bellowed out Cooler. The prince clasped a hand around his captain’s chair and narrowed his eyes out the viewing window, watching the battle wear on. His teeth were gritted, as he knew this was a sticky situation to be in, and it wasn’t looking to get any better. “Dam Marxians. If you want a war, I’ll give you a war. I’ll give you a war that will destroy every single one of your cells. I will see every Marxian killed to their last”. The prince spoke his words to himself, letting his words carry with them the anger that he was feeling inside.

The order had been given and the aliens began computing away, trying their best to bring the ship to a safe landing. A couple more hits had struck the vessel, and it seemed they had lost their balancing thrusts, as the ship lifted to a vertical way. The prince floated within his own ship, but many aliens struggling to hold on to chairs, only the pilot remaining seated, as he was wearing a seat belt. “Going down! Going Down! Incoming cannon fire!!!!” yelled the pilot alien, his eyes wide with fear and concentration as he flew directly into the cannon fire coming from the planet’s surface. If the light show of cannons was bright in space, what the vessel saw coming towards them, made that look like a backyard light display. Even Cooler’s eyes went wide, when he saw, what seemed to be, hundreds of cannon beams heading upwards.

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM. The cannons shredded into the vessel, ripping apart control panels, and exploding parts of the ship. The prince remained floated, and felt a wash of liquid land on him, only to look down and see it was the blood of an alien who was controlling a panel nearby. The alien coughed as smoke bellowed up from his panel, and the viewing window brought them closer and closer towards the ground, still heading sideways in. “We’re coming in to face! We’re not going to make it!!”. The alien struggled to bring the ship flat ways to land on its button, but the thrusts had been destroyed and the ship was merely nothing more than a falling piece of scrap now.

The ship broke the atmosphere and the rocky terrain of the planet below could be seen. The figures of hundreds of little black dots could be seen running around on the surface, as could the large cannons that shot upwards. The vessel’s alerts kept ringing loudly throughout the vessel, and the sound of rapid descent could be heard, as the viewing window shattered and glass flew inwards. The glass shattered against the prince’s skin, slicing him up as he floated mid air in his own ship, Cooler even needing to raise a hand to protect his eyes. The alien at the helm screamed out as a fire began to build on his flight panel. “That’s it! All controls are down.....oh god.....”. The alien spoke, knowing all too well what was coming. At the speed they were heading for the ground, the entire ship along with its crew, would be obliterated.

A few aliens struggled to clasp onto objects so they did not fall to the side of the ship was it was vertical side ways. The prince gritting his teeth as he saw the ground below getting closer and closer. The alien turned his head back to look at the prince, then back to the incoming impact. “god....my god...uhhh..ARHH!!!....I LOVE YOU AME-“, the aliens words were cut off as the ship hit the ground with massive impact, and Cooler clenching his fists, as the ship slammed into the ground making everything go black, the feel of a massive explosion around everywhere.







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Cooler jerked up rapidly from his sleep, breathing heavily as he did so, panting and trying to gain his breathe, looking around his room rather lost and confused. It didn’t take long for him to figure out that it was a nightmare, just another one which happened every so often. They came and went, but this particular one for some reason, had always haunted him. The story of battle is always filled with glory and honour, but they never tell you about the horror and destruction. The prince had seen many battles over the years, and conquered more planets than he would like to count. But the changeling way, was it all made him stronger, these nightmares were just memories to let one remember their accomplishments.

The prince lifted himself out of the bed, sitting on the edge and rubbing his temples. He moved a hand across a scar along his right peck. A wound, which he sustained from that impact, which he survived. He was the only one to survive, from his crew. He had almost lost his entire fleet in that battle, if not for one of his captains who managed to sound a retreat until they were reorganized. During that time the prince awoke in a random ditch, obviously thought to be dead and left to rot. But he had been impaled by a beam from the vessels structure, and had survived the impact. After awakening and realizing the fleet had not been successful, he returned to his planet, to find out what happened. Cooler recovered, reorganized and then returned to that planet Marx and completely destroyed its people. Leaving the planet their as a message to all other planet’s, to show what happens when you disobey.

Six years had passed since that incident in which nearly resulted in the defeat of Cooler’s fleet. And during his absence, the stability of the planet had crumbled and the once thriving planet, had fallen into a severe recession. The planet trade organization was in shambles, and it’s once renowned stature had been a shadow of what it was. The years spent waring and developing himself personally, had left the planet almost leaderless. His father had been off trying to regain political standing with the planets out on the fringes and had been stuck in a long drawn out war with the leader of the galactic senate there. The order on the planet had become disorganized, lost and without leadership. Whatever station of power there was, was fought over and bickered by different aliens, trying their best to gain favour with the Cold clans funds.

Greed and corruption was not new things to the changeling people, but things had
gone too far. Assassinations for power had become a weekly occurrence. Politicians had been divided into separate groups, each arguing the same thing but from a different point. The many years that Cooler had been away had left the planet in disarray, and since only returning recently, he had little time to have things handled. But this was going to change, he thought to himself, as he drank a glass of water near the side of his bed. It was partly half the reason he had those dreams so frequently. He had told all his men that they would conquer these planets for a reason, that their lives actually meant something when working by his side. If he let things go on as they did, then it would have all been for nothing.

The prince began to prepare himself for the day, following his usual morning routine, but this time, with a focused intent in his mind. He was going to have to call a meeting of the delegates, and get a full report on the situation of what had happened in his years gone by, which clans were daring to contend and most of all how the financial situation was holding up. The changeling prince clipped his cape to his shoulders, looking at himself in the mirror, before heading out the door to begin what he had intended.

The prince was making his way towards his office, when he clicked on his wrist communicator and rang through to his officer, Delta. “Delta, call the Cold clan delegates, have them meet me at headquarters. I want complete reports. I know I’ve been spending the last week keeping out of sight, but I want to know everything now, you tell them that, got it?” . The communicator crackled back with a confirmation and acknowledgment of the command given. The prince continued his stride towards headquarters where he would wait for everyone to arrive.

Cooler entered the royal sector, swinging open the door and making his way towards the Head quarters building. The changeling warrior walked up the stairs, his cape flapping behind him as he did so. The two alien guards at the door actually seemed surprised to see him, but they quickly snapped to attention, opening the head quarters doors. When the changeling prince walked inside, he was rather shocked by what he saw.

The usual draped curtains which held the symbol of the Cold clan had been replaced by plain white flags, and their seemed to be a changeling sitting in the chair, where Cooler usually sat. “What the hell is going on here!?” . The changeling warrior stormed forward into the room, announcing his presence with aggression. The changeling on the chair was talking with two aliens, who sat on a table nearby; they all seemed surprised when Cooler stormed in. The changeling eyed them all, expecting an answer.

“Uh...lord Cooler...what a surprise...uh...sorry...this is so confusing...we had received word that you no longer held military command status...we were organizing your replacement” . The changeling warrior’s eye twitched as he heard these words being spoken by the changeling, sitting in his chair. He made his steps slow, as he walked closer towards the chair. “Who gave such an order. I have always been of general status for the military, I am the son of the king you fools!” . The prince raised a palm up at the changeling sitting in the large throne like chair.

He leaped out of the chair, stepping to the side, to allow Cooler to sit down. “My lord! Please I’m sorry, I was just following orders. The officials of finance told us ...” . Cooler bit his lip in anger as he slowly lowered his palm, taking some steps towards the chair and sitting down. “So some of my delegates decided to turn on me in my absence eh?...well, That was a BIG mistake” . The prince’s face was scrunched up in frustration of the situation, and he turned his attention to the young looking changeling who had been sitting on the chair before. “My delegates will be here shortly.
Remove these plain flags and put back up the Cold clan symbol. And if this has happened anywhere else, allow the same thing. If anyone asks, you tell them the prince ordered it, and anyone who defies me will be skinned alive”
.

The young changeling bowed, his lip trembling. He stood on the spot for a few moments, fear making his legs unable to move, but quickly he soon shuffled out the door, his two alien servants following close behind. The changeling warrior could not believe such actions would have happened. If not for the fear of death, but for the sake of honour. Many of the delegates Cooler chose, he chose to help them rise up in the world, from lower ranks. This was the way he had been repaid, this was how his trusted advisors and delegates handled the power he gave them, while he was off fighting to expand the empire. He rubbed a finger across the tip of the chair, grinding his fingernail against it. The changeling prince waited patiently for his delegates to arrive, pondering how he would deal with this situation.

The prince watched the clock as the hands ticked by, waiting for his delegates to arrive, until he heard the buzzer on the nearby table. “Lord Cooler. Your delegates are here” . He smirked to himself pressing down the button to talk back, “Send them in” . The changeling sat in his chair, holding his shoulders back and head held proudly, to face each and everyone one of them as they entered. In total he had 12 delegates, all split into different duties, but each in a group. Financial advisors, Military Advisors, official politicians and historians, and he had handpicked every single one of them, which is why it was such a surprise to hear of this betrayal.

The delegates all shuffled into the room, many with their heads held down, as they all began to find themselves a seat at the circular table. The table was round, and at the head of it, was the large chair at which Cooler was sitting on. He watched them all sit down, already seeing the guilt upon many of their faces, as some did not even dare to meet him in the eye. The changeling waited until all were seated before talking. “Gentlemen. I believe there is much to discuss” , his voice, deep and unforboding. One of the aliens spoke up, which wore the military uniform and was his head military advisor.

“Lord Cooler. Firstly allow me to welcome you back. Much has been going on since you have been gone, and to be honest, there has been rumour you were killed on one of the missions. Time’s have been rough around here sire, the planet has undergone many chang-“ . The advisors words were halted by a slam down on the table by Cooler’s fist, as he blurted out across the table,
“I know what the fuck has been going on! You bunch of rats decided you’d take control of the ship and try steer in my absence! You worthless heaps of trash, how dare you, my families seal changed for a plain white flag!?!?!?” .
The aliens hands went up in a defensive manner, “Sir, please, allow me to explain, you don’t unders-“ . The aliens words again were cut off as his eyes went wide and he grabbed at his throat. AT first it seemed as if he was choking, until red blood began to ooze from his hands, trying to hold the wound, but he garbled and struggled to breathe, slumping to the ground.

The prince retracted his two finger’s which had released the invisible slicing beam and looked at the other delegates as the noises of the dying advisor could be heard on the ground. “Now. I don’t want to hear bullshit stories, I want to know what has happened, and what the situation is. Who are my enemy’s and why the hell is the planet in such disarray” . All of the aliens looked to each other, sweat building at their brows. After witnessing what had just happened, neither of them really wanted to risk angering the prince.

An alien with yellow skin and two small horns on his head stood up. He was wearing a pink robe and bowed before Cooler, prior to speaking. “My Lord. The situation is indeed dire. Some men even in this room are now counted as your enemy” . The aliens huffed, looking to each other as the alien continued on, “I can tell you sire, there have been only two people who have remained loyal to you in your absence. I am one, and my spy is the other. He has been the one to gather all the rotten intelligence on your so called delegates here. I have records and piles of evidence which prove, every single alien here is rotten and is a known traitor” .

The prince eyed the alien for a moment. This alien was one of his financial advisors, and he does remember recruiting him. He was always a loyal and good servant, and the prince was inclined to trust him. “Very well, I will require all that information disseminated down into viewing format. As for the rest of the delegates” . He pressed a button on his panel and a pile of armed guards walked into the room, all guarding the exit. “Remove all these delegates to the dungeons if you will. Except pinkie, he can remain” , the changeling motioned to the alien wearing the pink robe, whose name eluded him.

The armed guards began to round up the delegates who shouted in protest as they began to be horded off to the dungeons. Soon after they were all gone, the room was once again empty, with only Cooler and the pink robed alien remaining. “Sit closer, I will need to discuss matters with you...your name?” . The alien bowed, coming closer and setting on the chair nearby Cooler, “I am Nellus Sire. I am your financial advisor from sector G “. The prince nodded as if remembering, “Ah yes, Nellus, I remember. Now Nellus, tell me. Break this chaotic problem down for me, what has happened in my absence, and why are people changing my clan flag for white?” . The prince pressed his elbow on the chair handle and leaned on his hand, listening intently.

Nellus cleared his throat, clasping his hands in front of him for composure, before he spoke. “Well sire, where to begin. As you know, the political governance is in complete disarray. It has no longer been governed into a single coherent faction, it has been split into groups who claim all their own laws. You have your own delegates who have used the power you instated them with, to improve their own wealth or abuse your own. And finally, you have the military commander you left in charge of the planets home defences. It seems the reason behind the action for this is his disgruntledness of being left behind to baby sit the planet while everyone else went off to conquer. But this commander...Regis, I believe his name is, has taken a large portion of the planets defensive forces and set up on the out skirts. I guess it wouldn’t be a problem, but he has taken %70 of our planet forces, and left us rather undefended” .

The changeling prince listened to everything Nellus said, with an intent look upon his face. The news was all grim news indeed, and it seemed that the prince had some restructuring to do and reorganization. He nodded to Nellus as he finished confirming that he had heard and understood everything. “Ok Nellus, good job. I will be making you head financial advisor of this quadrant. As soon as your reports are clarified, my entire delegation team will be executed. I will need to deal with these politicians and the commander. As for now, I would like you to let a decree known that I will state now” .
Nellus pulled out a data pad, prepared to take the note the prince intended to speak. “The decree is as follows. All loyalists to the Cold clan are to follow all procedures and laws that are written and posted by the royal family head. Anyone not obeying or following different orders, will be killed on sight” . Nellus took the note, knowing that this would cause some political unrest, but nodded as he finished it. “Very well sire. I shall have this posted to the community immediately, anything else?” .

The changeling prince shook his head, “That is all. I will go pay a visit to these politicians and commander personally” . The advisor alien bowed respectfully and turned to leave, heading off to set out the decree in the public forum announcements. The changeling prince sighed, rubbing a finger across his temple. There was much work to do, but it had to be done. The changeling was going to need to bring back order and structure into the society he had returned to, and it would had begun, with the elimination of his delegation team. Next it was the politicians.





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The prince clicked the communicator on his wrist, connecting through to his officer. “Delta, I want you and bravo to meet me at the forums house. We’re going to pay them a little visit, and fix some issues” , the changeling spoke with authority in his tone. “Yes my lord. We will meet you there immediately” , crackled back the officer’s voice through the wrist communicator. Cooler switched off the wrist comm., making his way through the streets heading towards the politicians forum house, where all of the debates and laws were passed on the planet.

The changeling was walking through the streets, as the forum house was located on the upper hill side of the royal sector, when he noticed something on a building wall. What seemed to be a picture, drawn onto the side wall of a building, and it depicted the prince with his head removed, and the changeling commander Regis. He clenched a fist, gritting his teeth together in complete rage. The prince’s eye twitched as the furiousness of the situation built with in him. He glanced around the streets and actually took in the sight around him.

The changeling could see what seemed to be homeless littered around the streets, sick, destitute. This was the royal quarter and there were homeless littering the streets, something had seriously gone wrong in the structure of society in the prince’s absence. The politician’s greed could be seen by all, in the littered streets and rebellious graffiti that littered the wall. The prince stormed off, making his way towards the forum house, now his intention imbedded, as he saw the dilapidated city streets around him.

The changeling lord eventually reached his destination, a tall silver and gold building. It had two large pillars at its entrance and a large dome roof. Standing out the front were his henchmen, Delta and Bravom, who stood to attention as they saw Cooler come forward. “My lord. The politicians are inside; it seems the time is fortunate. They are debating over a ruling to instate a new general of the fleet” . Cooler narrowed his eyes as the words of what his officer spoke hit his ears. “Oh really? well we shall just have to see about that” . The prince stormed past his henchmen, up the stairs towards the forum house entrance, Bravo and Delta following closely behind.
Cooler raised a hand and shot off an energy ball towards the door, the door exploding into debris as smoke bellowed from the entrance. The aliens inside leaping in fear from the explosion as the prince simply walked through the smoke, entering the room. A universal gasp of surprise went around the forum room as the changeling stepped forward. The room housed around 30 aliens in a circular fashion, each wearing a sash across their chest to represent a new group of order they had formed. Usually the King or Lord Frost would be at the helm, but both were currently not here. Sitting at the throne chair was nobody, as they had been deciding on a new general, each with their own prospects. The changeling came in, standing there as smoke bellowed behind him, meeting the eyes of every single alien as he did so.

The aliens all looked to each other, slowly beginning to sit down, with a look of fear on their faces as they did so. One short and rather old looking politician came forward, using a walking stick to aid himself; he looked up at Cooler, a drop of sweat forming at his brow. “Prince Cooler, you have returned. What fortune you bring us, we had heard news of your demise” . The prince cracked his jaw as he listened to the words and met the old aliens gaze. “So everyone keeps telling me, apparently I’m a ghost” . The prince walked past the old crouched alien and went to sit in the throne chair.
Delta coming up and grabbing his cape as he removed it.

Cooler sat down, arms rested gently upon the throne arm rest as he looked around the room at the aliens who were the politicians. He could see they all sat divided by coloured sashes, something which was a new development in his absence. Yet the colourful banner of the Cold clan still hung within the halls. The prince met all their gazes before speaking, “Politicians, the prince has returned to his planet, and I have come back to find it in disarray. I have come to see that the power I left you with to rule has been squandered and used for your own benefits and gains. Your greed and disgusting behaviour has left our society and infustructure on the brink of disorder. Our economic partners are waning and in dire need of help, yet here you stand, bickering over who will take the rightful place of my family and lord Frost.” .

His words were powerful, and it was obvious everyone alien had understood him, as they all looked to each other with a rather fearful expression. The silence within the room was eerie, and the sound of the alien’s heartbeats could be heard. The remains of the entrance lay in tatters and some looked at the entrance as a way of escape, but dared not stand to exit. The prince looked upon them all expecting a reply, but all seemed to stick by fear to utter words. The older and short alien began to hobble towards the throne, speaking as he did so.

“My lord, you must forgive us all. We had received word of your demise, we simply have been trying to restate order to the senate. Yes there is division amongst us, but we have been at a lost without a singular rule my lord, you must understand” . The changeling’s eyes darkened as he looked down upon the withering old politician. “You were supposed to be head spokesmen, yet with your power what have you done? Well? Old man?” . The alien bowed slightly, begging a pleading expression, “My lord, please you must understand-“.

The alien could not finish his sentence as Cooler had fired a one finger blast directly through the old aliens chest. He spurted blood from his mouth, clasping at his wound, before slumping to the ground in a pool of his own blood. The crowd gasped in shock, huddling against their seats in fear of the prince. The changeling warrior rose from his seat, looking upon the politician forum. “My dear comrades. You have been given favour, an honour upon our planet, yet here you stand, corrupted and lost. Tell me, what am I to do?” .
An alien stood up, thrusting his finger towards a group wearing a red sash,
“Prince, they are responsible, they began the divide!” .
Another alien from the red sash wearing group stood up and returned a thrust to the orange sash wearing accuser. “No prince! It is his people! They aided the commander in defecting with the army!” . Soon the room had turned into an all out yell brawl, each pointing and thrusting accusations at the other. They all knew that their heads wee on the chopping block, and were fighting to make themselves look good in the light of prince Cooler.

Cooler clenched his fists beside himself and screamed at the top of his lounges, his aura blazing into a ferocious purple aura as he did. “SILENCEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” . His aura exploded outwards, the table and chairs nearby flying off into the air and the aliens needing to grab on to each other as the windy aura blazed outwards. It sparkled with electric power as his body resonated with true power. He had not transformed, for if he did he probably would raise the forum house to the ground. He eyed men with intent, all of them cowering, some even falling to their knees in a pleading fashion “Please almighty prince, spare us please!!!” cried out the voices in unison as his flourishing aura kept the winds blowing within the forum house.

The forum house shook as the prince’s energy began to slowly fade into his aura, the outburst causing minimal internal destruction to the housing complex. He landed back down softly on the ground, his body almost looking electrical from the presence of power he possessed. The aliens all looked on, mouths a gap all in complete awe of the power he had displayed, yet they didn’t realize it was only a tiny measure of what he could dish out. He turned and sat back down on his throne chair, his muscles rather pulsating and his veins raised as he did so. His presence now commanded a new level of respect, as his power level was at max and it could be felt resonating off him.

“Now gentlemen, sit down and shut the hell up. I’m going to be doing the talking here” . The aliens didn’t waste a second to follow his command, all sitting down, eyeing each other with caution as they waited to see what the changeling warrior had planned for them. The prince cleared his throat before talking, “First of all, those ridiculous independent sashes, remove them. They make you look like fools and represent absolutely nothing. Second, you will all choose the ring leader from each broken off faction, and that person will be burned at the stake. Three, every single one of your funds, banks, shares and property will be absorbed into the PTO to repair the damage caused by your greed and lack of governance” . They murmured amongst each other, knowing that no funds meant the end for them, but the changeling continued. “You will all work for free to the state, but will be provided housing and food. You will work your debt back to society and the PTO in return for your lives. Any complaints?” .

Cooler looked around the room as everyone lowered their heads in complete subservice. They knew dam well that if they had opened their mouths, the prince would have them dispatched, or worse. They all eyed each other as they knew one of them from each broken off political faction would be killed, but it was already obvious who the ring leader was from each group as they wore a special broche. The changeling stood up dusting his hands as he walked towards the demolished doorway. “Oh one more thing” . He said as he turned to face the politicians. “If any of you attempt escape from your duties, I shall have your families burnt at the stake in your place. I expect the heads of each ring leader by dawn. That is all “. The prince turned, allowing Delta to clip on his cape, as they exited the building, leaving the now reformed politicians to recover themselves.

The changeling sighed as he stopped at the bottom of the stairwell, yet behind his sigh was a smirk of gratification, knowing he had the power to influence and control the stability of the planet he partly ruled. “Now Delta and Bravo, we have the commander to deal with. I want a full report on my desk by this evening regarding his situation. Numbers, the works. I would like to retain the weaponry he has without destroying if possible, but I shall need to think on this. But as soon as we have the report, we shall leave to deal with this rogue commander...Regis” . He nodded at them as the henchmen saluted him. The prince made his way towards his office to recover, whilst his henchmen went on an intelligence searching mission.

The prince was going to need to deal with this commander, but the time was not right. The timing needed to be perfect. Over the next couple of months, the political order had been put back in place, and much order was restored. The prince had accomplished his mission and simply only had the commander left to deal with, which was what he would set out to do next.

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