Chronicles of The Omniverse Archived Therrier-Paix

Tiko

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as written by Tiko

Somewhere in Therrier-Paix...


As the situation within the Midlands continued to unravel and war rested on the doorstep of Caldonia, the TNG Prime Minister worked diligently and without rest to contain the situations.

"The Eastern and Northern borders of the Midlands have been secured," someone spoke. "We have all the main routes of travel into the region closed down and patrols are combing the countryside to keep the situation contained and to help relocate stragglers to safety. All air traffic into the Midlands has been barred as well."

"And those who still remain within the old capital?" Rhea inquired.

"Stubborn as ever. The city has fallen to anarchy. The Elysian Vanguard is working alongside Academia Celestia and Everia to stabilize the planar rifts so that we might reclaim the city in time."

"Are there any new reports regarding the situation in Caldonia?" Rhea asked.

"None. The Shintenchi nations have seized the Great Sato Bridge and the coastal town of Valenar, but as of yet no violence has broken out. The situation is tenuous at best but they're still calling for negotiations."

"Ultimatums you mean," someone snorted.

"We will entertain their request for the time being, if only to give us more time to mobilize and reorganize our troops," Rhea replied. "Our military is still reeling from recent catastrophes. If war can be stayed at the negotiations table, then the effort will be made, if not we will be prepared. See that word is sent back and their ambassadors granted safe passage. In the meanwhile, call a parliament meeting."
 
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as written by Tiko and Lobos

Rhea and Max had been hard pressed to find time to grant the Shade Dominion the audience they had requested, and it was just shy of thirty-six hours after the appearance of the Shade Dominion - and the destruction of the accompanying Aschen ship - that they had managed to untangle themselves from emergency after emergency to speak with the foreign delegate.

The room they entered was empty, save for the large table and empty chairs that encircled it and Rhea moved to take her customary seat.

The pair of them looked like they hadn't slept in days - though Rhea seemed to be fairing better than Max in that department. A racial advantage of being able to forsake sleep for up to two weeks with little ill effect. But the physical and mental exhaustion wore heavily on her, even if not the physical.

As she and Max took their seats, a holographic display across the table began to flicker into visibility.

In orbit, Captain Allistaire rubbed the exhaustion from his eyes as he slid into the chair of his boardroom. Taking a moment to compose himself, he mentally triggered his implants to access the connection, allowing the camera on the table to capture his image for the holo-conference, his visual implants overlaying the Prime Minister and Defense Minister seated at the small table with him.

"Thank you, Ministers, for the opportunity to speak. Forgive my haggardness, it's been a trying thirty-six hours."

"That it has," Rhea agreed. "Our time is short, but I will do my best to answer your questions. The situation here on Valore has grown most dire. As has that of the local region beyond."

"So I've noticed. What happened out here? Both my navigators and AIs are at a total loss as to why the realspace translation went to hell, and my sensor operator just keeps staring at these...storm-hole-things and shaking his head muttering about physics gone wrong." The man shook his head softly.

"I wish I had the answer to that myself," Rhea answered. "Things have been unraveling all across the planet, but the Midlands seemed to be suffering the worst of it. Inexplanable anomalies had been cropping up throughout it for months. We have yet to ascertain if the Aschen were the cause, or if they simply exasparated the situation. Chaos broke out in Westeria City, and the Aschen moved their fleets against the planet in response. We did what was neccessary to turn them back, but the ensuing battle tore rifts throughout the region. There were heavy casualties on all sides before the Aschen withdrew their fleets. With what data we have salvaged from the battle, we've managed to isolate the timing of the phenomenon to the activation of the Reverence planck fields. We haven't determined if it was deliberate or not."

Allistaire's face grew thoughtful, contemplating. He quickly consulted the Dominion networks, but found no answers there. Shaking his head, he answered somberly. "I wish I knew more, but our intelligence on Aschen technologies is still in its infantile stages at best. Needless to say, however, Valore has been dealt a blow, and the Sol system itself is now dangerous for navigation."

"However, I do come with some good news. Only a few hours behind us is a group containing aid relief. While this might be pre-emptive of me, I can request that in light of new information, some of that aid be redirected to soothing the needs of your people, if needed."

Rhea pondered the words a moment before answering. "Right now we are undergoing an unprecidented evacuation of the entire Midlands. We have relief camps setup outside of many major cities that we've been relocating people to that don't have anywhere else to go. We can get you into contact with those organizing the evacuations. They will be able to better direct you to where aid is needed most, and in what capacity."

"Understood, Prime Minister. Another matter I feel I should broach with you is the status of the Sol system as a whole." Taking a breath, the captain continued. "Per protocol, I reported the conditions of our arrival back to High Command. They are dispatching a task force to establish a cordon around the system, one in place to attempt to minimize the potential for factors from without to inflame the situation further. I have been informed to relay that there is no intention to restrict trade traffic, nor general travel to and from this system."

Unsaid was the implication that the cordon was also an attempt to prevent the anomalies from spreading further.

Rhea pursed her lips at this newest revelation, but she knew full well that the TNG wasn't in a position to secure the Sol System personally. Their resources planet side were spread thin as it was, and their fleet in tatters.

"While I appreciate the concern and courtesy extended by the Shade Dominion as to taking liberties within our system," Rhea replied. "I am of the solid mind that until we discover the nature of these anomalies and the potential risk they may pose to regions beyond the Sol System, it would be best to close down all non-essential traffic in and out of the system for the time being. All essential traffic should be escorted through at sub-light speeds for their own safety. What befell your ships upon arrival could easily befall others if the region isn't secured and these anomalies stabilized. I believe with the Shade Dominions interests in establishing a cordon, and the TNG's in restricting traffic, we can combine resources meet the needs and concerns of both involved parties."

The captain visibly sighed, not as schooled in political interactions as his seniors. "I will convey your wishes, Prime Minister. With the composition intended for this task force, I am confident that the resources for such an adjustment to the doctrine of the cordon can be accomplished. If you have more questions for our intentions, then I am at your disposal, mine and my governments' have been answered to the best of our abilities."

"I do not wish to keep your time, as I'm sure we are all very short on it at the moment," Rhea replied. "I will personally see that a representative is assigned to the matter by the end of the day to make sure all necessary information, agreements, and arrangements are made to expedite securing the Sol System. Thank you for approaching us."
 
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