Laisa 12, 1542

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This morning at a press conference held by the Lord Chamberlain, Sir Alonso Bevin, Count Regan was announced as the Commander of the newly formed 1st Air Defence Force. Under the temporary supervision of the Imperial COMPNOR office in Whitegate, the count will be gifted 50 space capable fighters to help defend the freighters owned by the Arzhavel Merchant Guild. Under constant harrassment by pirates operating in the outer moons of the system, trade routes to Bosa and Sassari have claimed more than twelve ships in the last five years alone.

Little as of yet is known of the fighters that the King's office has signed for but, the Lord Chamberlain did announce that the first five trainers had arrived and that the First would be operational within six weeks. Under the leadership of Count Regan who rules from the western city of Newport, the First proves to be an elite unit which will pool from the ranks of the King's Air Force.

Pictures of the Z-95 Headhunter were shared and is reputed by the Imperial Office of being comparable to their own vaunted TIE fighters. It's sleek design will allow it to enjoy the ability to fight not only in space but, also in any atmosphere for a full day without refueling.

Count Regan was unavailable for comment at this time.

Laisa 19, 1542

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Prince Geron announced this afternoon of his decision to attend the Imperial Naval Academy on the Core world of Carida, with the blessing of the king and queen who have embraced knowledge of the galaxy at large wholeheartedly.

Once the decision had been made, a replacement for his position in the King's Navy was discussed and speculation leans towards his cousin and junior by two years, Lord Becan, Duke of Moville. Already a Captain of a destroyer of the 1st Marine Expeditionary Force, his experience of four years has qualified the duke for many assignments against pirates within the Orford Sea and Thorne Straits.

The prince will leave Whitegate after the Spring Festival and gain the admiration of many officers in the King's Navy as His Highness will be the first of the royal family to study abroad. The Lord Chamberlain has also suggested that the prince will gain the command of the Custom's Fleet that was initially to be part of the 1st ADF. No reasons were given as to why the command wouldn't remain under Count Regan.

In a related story, the fifty fighters promised by Governor Omry on Bosa arrived at Corrin Air Base in Whitegate last night to the elation of the pilots that Count Regan had chosen to fly them. Three more weeks of training are still scheduled to learn the complex new craft.

Goba 13, 1542

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Under the command of Lieutenant Marcus Ambry, the First Air Defence Force took off from Corrin Air Base on their first mission to escort freighters from the Forbeis Mines in the moons of Pavia to their refineries on Bosa. Being a eight year veteran of the King's Air Force, the lieutenant eagerly joined the new unit commanded by Count Regan and was announced as it's Flight Leader.

Mister Lyle Irnic, the Imperial representative instrumental in bringing the fighters to the King's Air Force, stated, "This new unit should be adequate for the mission ahead of it." The SAGEducation CEO has also been at the forefront of the educational curriculum of Glovan's schools as well as funding for new colleges in many cities across the realm. An understandable rift has widened between his office and that of the Royal Department of Education after the removal of Sir Edwin Corio in Prina of last year.

Flight time for the new unit will take the newest pilots from the edge of the system where few but those working for the Merchant Guild had ever ventured. The King's arm can now protect valuable ore and other resources and continue to help Glova advance technologically, much to the disdain of more established institutions. On the shoulders of Lieutenant Ambry and his fellow pilots rest our future and in the glorious traditions of Glova, will advance our realm to be equal to our Imperial brothers.

Nopic 1, 1542

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This morning, police officers in Oranmore closed down an illegally operating cell in the cathedral there. The raid was conducted at 4 am which seized videos and pamphlets as well as books containing rebellious dogma against the king. ISB agents working in concert with the local magistrate arrested not only the local bishop on suspicion but, also twelve other members believed to be instrumental in this plot.

"Our freedoms have been slowly taken from us," Bishop Dugall yelled as officers escorted him to their awaiting van. "Don't allow this coercion to persist." According to sources, the aged doctor had been under the influence of narcotics to help with pains suffered from a recent car accident.

"These outbursts have been regular since he's been taking those drugs," Misses Candice Daughtry, the hospital's accountant stated. "I hope they can get him some help soon."

Other patients treated at the cathedral's center complained of the bishop's rants while in his care also. "He would go on about the Empire and how they've been manipulating the King and such," Maury Iberson, a recovering cancer patient mentioned. "Been getting too close to the x-ray machine too often, I think. Fried his brain."

Bishop Dugall and his co-conspirators are facing life in prison or execution, depending on the court's decision.

Prina 7, 1542

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Lieutenant Ambry of the 1st ADF logged his first kill against the pirates near the moons of Sassari this morning while escorting three freighters for the Arzhavel Merchant Guild. He and his three wingmen noticed the mysterious vessels as the convoy passed the nearby docking station and refinery owned by Miles Griffin Mining, based on Sassari itself. The larger freighters suffered little damage in the encounter but praised the Lieutenant and his pilots for their bravery.

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The annual exercise between the King's Army and the visiting Imperial Army kicked off today with a mock invasion of the island of Camden, 2000 miles southwest of the city of Laghy. Five thousand troops, vehicles and aircraft are taking part in the maneuvers that will last all week. The remote island is perfect for live fire exercises also which the King's Air Force also takes part in as they strafe targets and bomb mothballed vehicles in various areas.

Leading the invasion force, Prince Keaghan, Lieutenant Colonel of the 1st Infantry Division, eagerly led his troops on a pre-dawn raid and successfully overran a small Imperial outpost. King Debrann and Governor Omry both watched the mock invasion with great interest and praised both forces as well as their leadership.

"This is the result of years of training and sharing of ideas between our great armies that may one day have to use their abilities and comradery abroad," Major Brelade, Batallion Commander on Glova whose headquarters is stationed in Whitegate, stated as the exercise neared it's final days. "I've enjoyed knowing the brave Glovanian troops have taken what we've shown them and put the knowledge to such good use. I look forward to what the future holds."

Whitegate has made no efforts as of yet to fully integrate itself with the Imperial Army or Navy.

"We're a very independent people," Prince Keaghan stated during a luncheon with his Company commanders. "I don't mind learning from the Imperials and we'll be ready for whatever may come in the future. Although, I don't see the pirate influence in the outer planets becoming large enough to warrant an invasion. But, you never know."

Qi'Oht 18, 1544

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To great fanfare, Prince Geron returned home from the Imperial Academy on Carida where he spent the last two years studying. Now a full fledged Imperial officer, the new Lieutenant will command the Custom's Fleet of five Custom's Frigates as well as the 1st ADF. Count Regan has already gained the trust of both King Debrann and Governor Omry for his ability and leadership of the small fighter force which has continued to keep many merchant vessels safe.

Greeted by his wife, Lady Candice and young son, Solais, the prince enjoyed the evening ball hosted by his parents and attended by nearly all of the world's nobility to congratulate the eldest son of the King for his accomplishment. A letter was also sent by Governor Omry to congratulate the newest Imperial Officer.

The celebration went long into the night and enjoyed the sounds of the Royal Orchestra led by Alfred Domhar as well as the beautiful voice of Lady Maurene Price, daughter of the Duke of Milton.

The prince will enjoy the Arlon as his flagship which had previously been commanded by an Imperial Captain and instrumental in apprehending many pirate vessels.

Liy 3, 1545

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Count Regan has announced a unique training and recruiting tool today. 'Force One' is an arcade version built by the RobarTech company of Whitegate and whose simulator games have become immensely popular with the local teenagers. The cockpit of the Viper was copied down to the buckles and give the young pilot the feel of actually flying in one of the vaunted fighters. Computer graphics give the nearly 360 degree view a realistic feel and has become widely popular in many arcades.

"The game's currently got a long waiting list for many arcade owners right now," Darrien Simmons, the company's sales representative mentioned during a convention in Bandon. "We never imagined it would become this popular this fast. We're also looking at an internal communication system that will allow you to talk to your wingman also. Maybe even link more than two of these together and go head-to-head. Our engineers are working on a lot of ways to make the game better."

Currently, the cities of Whitegate, Moville and Kildare have 'Force One' in their arcades with orders for twenty more on the waiting list.

"This is one way to gain an edge on recruiting for the pilots of not only the King's Air Force but, also for the First as well," Count Regan stated. "I've never been an arcade visitor myself but, my sons both like this one in particular."

Meyio 9, 1545

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With the approval of the King, Prince Keaghan has volunteered his division to help in the search for Princess Lusia who has gone missing since last night. Last seen with her handmaiden, Marian, the princess was returning home after classes at the University of Whitegate where the princess is majoring in law.

Witnesses said they had seen she and her handmaiden leave from the front of the Seraphine Building at 12:34pm and head east. Her 300 Z was found an hour later by local police in an alleyway downtown where they searched both shops to either side as well as local apartment buildings. The King has issued a statement to any possible kidnappers that, "she will be returned unharmed". The local ISB office is also assisting the search as well as the Royal Intelligence Agency to help narrow any avenues the kidnappers may have planned on using for escape.

Several suspects are being questioned by the local police and have gained little as of yet.

Princess Lusia ventured little from her everyday journey from college classroom to palace and the Chief of Police stated earlier that, "It was one of the easiest ways to become a target. Not traveling with a bodyguard didn't help either but, we'll do everything in our power to get her home safely". Being highly favored among the populace has gained quite an outcry against the perpetrators of this crime as the princess has always been highly active in social programs as well as a big supporter in child services.

Tiy 10, 1546

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This afternoon, a local garbage collector found a book bag which was later identified as belonging to Princess Lusia. Still missing after two months, the search continues. Taking little comfort, King Debrann has devoted nearly all of his time as well as personal finances to find his beloved daughter. The find gave little hope to the royal family but, may have left enough clues for the Royal Intelligence Agency to renew their search in a different direction.

Arrests continue but gain little profit as most are released soon after. Calls continue to come in from concerned commoners that have seen or think they've seen the princess which end up leading local law enforcement on another dead end.

"We're going to verify every lead," Captain Gaeven of the Whitegate Police Department stated. "Even if it leads to the mountains of Aldridge, we're going to bring her home."

No calls have yet been made by any kidnappers for a ransom however, which some fear is a sign that she may not remain alive. Bishop Cuneda continues to offer prayers to the royal family as well as lead an effort to help gain knowledge that could help law enforcement find the missing royal.

Goba 9, 1546

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A raid was conducted on a pirate enclave within the Thorne Straits this afternoon by elements of the 3rd Marines and garnered a wealth of supplies as well as fourteen prisoners after a brief gun battle. Using the element of surprise, the well trained marines used the cover of darkness to infiltrate the small, well hidden base that had been used by various pirates for nearly ten years.

"One threat on shipping is at an end, finally," Captain Martino said, elated at how quickly his unit took the small base. "We caught them with their pants down."

The raid is part of a continuing effort to clean up the remote islands that make up the Wiraal Sea and Orford Sea that have been enjoyed as havens for many outlaws as well as organized criminal groups. Constant patrolling by naval vessels as well as satellite observation has gained little over the years and some believe the criminals have gained an insider into the naval operations in their area or some piece of equipment that has given them an edge.
Further operations will be conducted to root out more enclaves as the hunt continues.

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Another small, underground cell was discovered by ISB agents today in the town of Athea. Four men and a young woman were arrested after their communications gear was discovered by a meter man working for the power company. Once the call was made, the officers unveiled another terrorist group with goals to overthrow the king.

"We're striving to keep the integrity of Glova intact and help the King rule safely, without outside distractions," one source stated on condition of anonymity.

Nopic 22, 1546

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To the relief of all, Princess Lusia was found alive and release negotiated by Bishop Ferdinand of Milton. ISB and local law enforcement swarmed in to secure the royal from her kidnappers only to find them gone.

"I'm just glad that she's alive," the bishop stated. "We've all been searching for her for almost a year and it's amazing that she's made it way up here considering she went missing in Whitegate."

After a brief interrogation and medical examination, the princess will be flown home to an elated family.

"That bishop has my eternal gratitude," Queen Eilena said as the royal family will be preparing to receive their daughter. "The First Infantry Division can finally get back to their garrison as well as all the law enforcement agencies that took part in this."

No comment was gained from the princess as a mob of uniformed officers rushed her and her handmaiden towards the vehicle. In seemingly good health, the royal had gone missing after leaving college and headed home. Still no information has been gained on her abductors but, the growing terrorist movement on Glova has been suspected.

"The governor's office on Bosa wishes to extend their relief of the daughter's return," a representative of the Imperial headquarters issued soon after hearing of the news.

Prina 11, 1546

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At the Royal Air Academy on Corrin Air Base in Whitegate, Prince Geron was formally promoted by Governor Omry in a large ceremony to congratulate the prince for his service. Now a Captain in the Glovan Customs Fleet, his command will extend over a growing number of pilots and crewmen serving the King and the Empire. With the King, his family and wife and young son looking on, the prince proudly announced his plan for extending operations into the more remote moons to root out the pirates that remain elusive.

Five engagements against the outlaws has gained little intelligence on their present strength as the freighters have proven more resourceful than anticipated. Normally hitting secluded sites and vessels, they avoid direct contact with Count Regan's 1st which has frustrated the noble and his command staff.

"We need to be able to extend our missions to search and destroy as well," the Count stated during the ceremony. Presently, the Governor's office hasn't allowed for that type of mission as of yet. The range of the Z-95 disallows for more extended missions which would include refueling on Sassari but, negotiations are ongoing for such a venture.

When asked about the limitations of the 1st, Lyle Irnic was quoted, "These shortcomings were expected but, to be able to raid with these substandard fighters was not the intended goal. The Headhunters were only meant to escort the freighters and secure their transfer of ore and such to Bosa, which is what they're doing. If the need arises where we have to search and destroy these hidden bases, then the governor will call on the more capable Imperial Navy."

Liy 2, 1547

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Today, the Force One finals were completed and an unexpected group of winners from Noas and Bandon took the trophy. Count Regan expressed his gratitude by hosting a dinner at his private estate with Lieutenant Ambry in attendance along with many of the officers of the 1st ADF. The quartet from simple backgrounds was led by the eldest son of Duke Grez and gained a stellar victory within the span of two minutes, only four seconds shy of the record gained two months prior.

Once given the opportunity to join the King's Air Force, the four jumped at the gracious opportunity afforded from their victory and will be attending Basic Training next week. The Grez family was surprised at one of their own joining the military instead of entering the business district but, not surprised that Ba'Krew was key to the team's victory.

Six weeks of Basic Training will be followed by nearly four months of flight training in the Royal Air Academy before entering the cockpit for the first time. Speculation is that the eldest son of Duke Grez, the financial guru that has helped the Arzhavel Merchant Guild reach it's titanic reputation as the leading trading family dynasty, will be recruited by Count Regan for the 1st ADF.

Tiy 9, 1547

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In a surprise announcement at the palace during a meeting of Mr. Lyle Irnic of SAGEducation, Count Regan was removed as the commander of the 1st ADF. King Debrann defended the hero of many engagements with the pirate threat within the system, stating the freighters transporting valuable ore from mines in the moons of Jesi and Pavia had been saved many times.

"Incompetent leaders such as this are the main reason why the Glovanian leadership are continuing to constrain your people from becoming truly Imperial," Mister Irnic returned after the meeting as he headed to his limo. "Count Regan has been fighting the Governor's leadership since our arrival and I'm just glad that the people will finally get their wish and be able to progress. The Empire has ever had Glovan's future in mind and now that progression can continue."

No replacement has yet been announced for the 1st ADF but speculation leans to Captain Tanith of the Beringen, a customs frigate that has been one of the most active against the pirate activity. Born of Carida aristocracy, the Imperial officer has taken the mantle of executive officer for Prince Geron and has also been seen often at palace functions.

Hitan 19, 1547

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Wreckage of an A-137 was found by the Royal Navy this afternoon in the Great Ouse, 139 miles southeast of the remote island of Claxton. Two bodies were found among the wreckage but it's four passengers are still missing and fears of their survival in predatorial waters are unlikely. Identities are being kept in respect to their families.

The private jet had left Whitegate early this morning and went off the radar during a bad storm which frequent much of the world's ocean.

"It appears the craft was hit by a lightning strike which shorted out the onboard computer and other electronics. Flying blind in that kind of weather is bad enough," Captain Wharton of the RMC Lismore stated during a press conference. "A fire seems to have started when the engine compartment was struck." The Marine landing craft was heading to rejoin it's fleet when it spotted the wreckage.

Salvage crews are working to gather what remains of the craft as the Lismore continued it's voyage northeast.

Nopic 2, 1547

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This morning the batallion headquarters for the Imperial Army on Glova was destroyed in an accident during maneuvers with the King's Air Force. Defenses are often tested during the annual exercise with the Imperial Army. No comment has yet been issued from the palace.

Following a blackout in most of Whitegate, the Deputy Director of ISB in the capitol cited the act as done by terrorists which have been speculated to be growing on Glovan.

"We've been on the trail of a growing blight in many cities for some years now," his office stated this morning. "It's not surprising that they would use this advantage but, the bombing to this scale only reveals the degree they've accelerated their plans. We will find and root out these terrorists."

Amongst the dead were Major Brelade, the acting batallion commander and his staff as well as nearly eighty support staff. The Whitegate Fire Department responded to the many fires but, were turned back at the gate by Imperial Army soldiers.

Nopic 3, 1547

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Fighting in the streets of Whitegate has caused a blackout and curfew for the capitol which has known only peace since it's founding in 873. Police and Imperial Army have clashed along with many unidentified groups in various vehicles causing the ISB office to begin evacuating the capitol's main office complex and move to an undisclosed location along with many other COMPNOR operatives.

During a short gun battle in the Greenleaf Distict, Mister Irnic of SAGEducation was murdered while fleeing his home along with his driver and secretary. One of the gunmen was killed during the exchange and still has yet to be identified as the hospitals are quickly filling with the wounded.

Reports are now coming in from another aerial bombardment from the western town of Douglas which lies on the mountainous Noy River gorge. Imperial Army clashed with fighters which appeared to be affiliated with the Custom's Fleet. Prince Geron was unavailable for comment. The Army base was destroyed along with most of the two infantry platoons stationed there.

"As soon as the fighters emerged over the western peaks, they were gone," one witness was reported as stating. "All I heard was a constant thunder and looked towards the base and saw nothing but dark smoke and fighters screaming over my house. Nearly gave me a heart attack. Most of my neighbors came outside to watch. It was the most amazing thing I've ever seen."

Nopic 5, 1547

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This afternoon, King Debrann gave an address to the Royal Council in the palace as well as a radio broadcast to the world itself.

"To the warriors of Glovan. We've dealt a significant blow to our enemy and continue to chase them from our homes. It may seem that individual efforts against the Empire are but a scratch on the hide of this touray, but I assure you this pinprick went straight to their heart. The events of these past few days are but the sun rising for Glovan. In the traditions of our ancestors, I vow that we will see Governor Omry and his underlings either dead or chased back to the Core. Many have paid the ultimate sacrifice for our freedom and they guide us now to victory."

Fighting around Whitegate has contained the Imperial Army in the eastern mountainous region as fighters from the Royal Air Force pound them mercilessly. Vipers are seen in the sky as laser bolts carpet the air around these brave pilots. Residents in that region are advised to remain in their homes or seek shelter at the nearest underground train stations.

Commandos secured the ISB office building in the capitol with minimal losses last night, securing mountains of information helpful to the cause. This morning found King's Square full of black armored vehicles as several operatives were led from their headquarters to their new awaiting cells. Several COMPNOR operatives are at large and Count Dougal's office is compiling a list of 'most wanted' currently which will be available within a day or so.

Elements of Count Irdun's 3rd Army are currently engaged southeast of Lismore with the Imperial 14th Heavy Armor Company which situated themselves in the eastern approaches to the industrial town of 43,000 people. Police and others have secured most of the citizens to safety, though current losses are estimated around 340.
"Rooting them out of these hills will take some time," the Count's liaison stated. "But, we'll see them out of here soon."
A source from the Royal Navy stated that a task force has been dispatched to that trouble spot and should arrive within the day. No doubt Marines of the 453rd Expeditionary Forces will be eager to be involved finally.

Nopic 5, 1547

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In our continuing coverage of the war, reports from the mining community of Kiravan stated that a pre-dawn raid by fighters from the 1st ADF roared in the skies east of the town, firing on Imperial units there. Tracers of red bolts lit up the sky and were soon after silenced by the missiles of not only the Prince's unit, but also the artillery and helicopters of the Glovanian 2nd Division.

"Milady Dickinson was enjoying tea on the veranda of her estate with her daughters watching the display," her greenskeeper, Thomas Moray stated. "It was heart lifting to see our boys destroying those Imperials finally."

In a related story, Lady Patricia Woodson, Baroness of Naos and Director of Domestic Affairs in Whitegate stated, "Recruitment levels for our military have swollen 45% within the past two weeks. While our zeal for king and country is admirable, please keep in mind that our industry can't suffer. Our men in the field still need food, supplies, armament and clothing to do their jobs. Bishops have already given more than is humanly possible, they also need assistants in the medical field. I urge those in college to remain so to help grow our foundation and strengthen our economy while the Empire tries in vain to break us."

*Breaking News*

The town of Confert was just hit by the 1st ADF and elements of the 9th Army's 110th Airborne Division commanded by Count Rhisart.

"I was sitting down with my family getting ready for supper and all of a sudden, the house shook," Alfred Thomson, owner of Aerotek Industries stated shortly after the bombardment. "I thought it was an earthquake or something, then we go outside and I see fighters screaming through the sky and firing into an Imperial convoy down the street. I've never seen anything like that in my life."

Explosions also ripped into the industrial buildings that the cowardly Imperial troops were hiding in, causing several million dinar in damage. Residents in the nearby community remained hidden until the hover vehicles of the Imperial 813th Assault Platoon escaped east through the Myanar Pass. Firefighters are fighting the blazes and have reported only 5 casualties thus far.

"Efforts to rebuild will begin immediately," Lady Beatrice, Duchess of Confert told reporters. "We can't allow this shortcoming to hamper our desires to flourish without the Imperial boot on our necks any longer."

Nopic 7, 1547

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In a news conference this morning, Alfred Arzhavel, son of the founder for the titanic merchant family stated his pilots having seen a battle in space not hours before. "Large Imperial ships were engaged by the Prince's Custom's Fleet and the 1st ADF. They didn't stick around long enough to get shot at, but stated the fighters of the First seemed to be winning."

In this first opportunity to face an Imperial fleet in space, the Prince proved again his ability to lead in the field.

"Our losses were minimal compared to all the fighters and four capital class ships that were destroyed," Lord Mountbatten, Secretary of ADF Affairs stated. "Our brave boys gave them their first taste of Glovanian resolve." When asked if the Prince will push to the Governor's office on Bosa. "I can't speculate on that right now, but be assured, Governor Omry has a lot fewer friends in this system as of this morning."

King Debrann also praised not only his son for the victory, but also the 1st ADF. "Count Regan has done an exemplary job in preparing these brave pilots and fighters of our new Space Command and he is to be commended for his tireless efforts to that end." The Count was unavailable for comment.

*Breaking News*

An assassination attempt was made on the king in the palace this afternoon. Guards discovered the security breach and arrived in the king's study in time to catch the two perpetrators.

"The King and his family are safe and these two villains are incarcerated," Sir Bevin, Chamberlain to the Royal Family revealed. "This was a vain attempt by Governor Omry to strike back at us before he himself is brought to justice."

Three guards were also rushed to the hospital after the short engagement with the Imperial spies and are in critical condition.

Nopic 8, 1547

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Early this morning, regular broadcasts were interrupted by Governor Omry from his home on Bosa. "Your pitiful rebellion and dedication to a defunct religion borne by traitors and outlaws will be short lived. Upon my request, an entire fleet is on it's way and will crush your world and all that you stand for will be lost to time. Glovan will be added to a list of delusional civilisations that couldn't find it in themselves to be loyal. Your women and children will be enslaved while your men's bones rot in the ashes that was once your world. I call King Debrann to surrender and all of the Glovanian military to lay down their arms before it's too late. This offer will end at 1500 this afternoon. If I do not receive your pledge of fealty to the Emperor, then you will be destroyed."

People stood in stunned silence at cafe's and bars around the capitol as the regular programming resumed. Not long after this interruption, King Debrann emerged on his terrace overlooking the tall statue of his grandfather. "I've conferred with my counselors and gave this decision a great deal of thought. Are we to live our lives as puppets? Is all that our ancestors fought and died to preserve worthless? Can we toss aside our own identity and allow these people to come to our homes and tell our children how to think? I think not. I've sent my response to the Governor just a moment ago. I told him that the sons of Glovan will fight this tyranny until our last breath. There will be no peace for his Emperor who knows nothing of our principles and apparently doesn't have the heart to come and lead his own men himself. Against the wishes of my war council, my sons have each joined the military to fight in not only my name, but also beside your sons, fathers and uncles to preserve who we are. I say, let them come! Our men and women will show the Empire what we're made of and the recent victories over their Army and Navy are but a taste of what we're capable of."

A recent revelation from the Department of Labor stated this morning that companies stretching around the world have been hard at work at developing space capable craft for over eight years. Fighters and support craft as well as Customs Frigates have been hidden on the world of Sassari. "We've kept this hidden from COMPNOR and ISB for some time now," Sir Evan, Baron of Bandon revealed this morning. "I've been working with Sassarian engineers and scientists to reverse engineer the Headhunter, Y-Wing and the Customs Frigates that the Empire gave us some years back. Some of those vehicles were used in the recent battle with the Troop Line they sent against us last night and proved how effective they are."

Count Regan, commander of the fighter wing of the 1st ADF was also praised and awarded the Order of Lurync by Prince Geron at a private ceremony. "He and his pilots have proven time and again why my father is confident in victory. They've given of themselves and kept secret their presence until the time was right. The count endured public criticism from the late Lyle Irnic and silently smiled in the face of that evil puppet while building a strong base to strike back at the invaders. I'm proud of he and his men and look forward to defending our system when this fleet arrives."

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Beams of orange light glowed from their overhead mountings, illuminating the specs on the new fighters being allotted to the planet by their latest benefactors, the governor on Bosa. Count Ragan's brown eyes studied everything he could about these gifts and how best to use them, except the large binder that he had been handed was enormous and he had little background in aeronautical engineering.

"Sir," his aide and friend, Sir Michael Finley, Duke of Newport interrupted. "I'm quite impressed by what I've seen thus far. They outrun the Viper by an incredible amount, plus they're outerspace capable."

Albert nodded and glanced to his executive officer as the limousine headed through the outskirts of Whitegate, the world's capitol. "I was just noticing that," he glanced back to the present page. "Eleven-hundred and seventy kilometers and hour in the atmosphere and seven astronautical units in space. That's incredible."

"Just makes me wonder why the Empire's being so nice, milord," the younger officer glanced out into the dark neighborhood as the sun was still yet to rise.

Count Ragan had thus far kept his opinions to himself on that subject but, he was skeptical also. "Perhaps to help them keep an eye on the pirate problems that I've been hearing about near Pavia," he informed of the gas giant and seventh in the eight planet system.

Michael sighed as he glanced ahead, "We're still going to have to train a new crop of pilots for these fighters."

"I've been assured by the governor's office that training vids will accompany the vessels. Prince Geron is also sending a couple pilots along for the first couple of weeks to assist."

"Yes, sir. I still find it hard to believe that we're being relegated to serving the Imperial Navy. Why not our own?"

Albert knew the driver would be listening to this conversation as his eyes looked up from the technical manual, "We're serving in the way that the king felt was best." A conclusion that gained the duke's apologetic gaze.

"Of course."

Raising his left arm from underneath the blue covered binder, he noticed the time: '05:23'. They should be arriving at the base within ten minutes. He hated not having more time to be prepared and have the proper questions mentally noted before going into a situation like this. They had little time to study the capabilities of the replacement to their air fleet which perhaps was what the Imperial governor had in mind all along. Being dependent on someone else was never his mode of operation, he would learn this fighter's strengths and weaknesses before the first of his pilots jumped into the cockpit.

Soon, the front gate's lights marked their arrival and Albert closed the manual. He would have to go on what he'd gathered already and leave it at that. Slowing to an eventual stop, the military policeman in his pressed, green uniform and blue beret saluted, then bent down as Duke Finley and he showed him their identifications.

"Good morning, sirs," he greeted then backed and saluted again.

"Morning," Michael replied as the window returned to the closed position. Their driver directed the dark speeder through the gate and beyond the stone bunker to the main road which cut through the offices and billeting towards the hangars. As they approached the tall, dark green buildings, he noticed through the narrow drive the awaiting speeder of their benefactor's representative.

"He's already here," Albert noted aloud.

"You surprised, sir?"

The count chuckled, "No". To be in control and eager to keep their servants on guard was the Imperial way. How he hated these people.

Once the vehicle stopped, the driver stepped out and rounded the front to his side and opened the door. Stepping out, he placed the binder on the seat behind him and straightened his dark green coat, then placed the blue beret on his head. It's silver e'kayl, rampant, held his rank insignia within it's forepaws, a gold starburst surrounding a tiny ruby.
He led Duke Finley towards the taxiway side of the hangar as both rear doors opened to the black sedan, revealing three officers and their suited leader whose close cropped, dark brown hair told of a spit-and-polish bureaucrat, much like his uncle had been.

"Count Ragan, good morning," the SAGEducation representative greeted flatly. "The governor hopes you'll enjoy your new toys. He's counting on your support to root out pirates in the deeper parts of this system as well as assist in any other missions that may come about in the future." His smug grin made Albert sick.

"Of course. You can assure the governor that we'll do our utmost to master these craft and train up a group of elite pilots."

"Certainly. By this world's reputation, I would expect nothing less," he nodded to the duke, then turned and led them towards the fighters. Their white bodies shone brightly, highlighted from the overheads that fit along the inside of the hangar's roof. Long, thin wings ending in long blaster cannons protruded out each side from a bulbous rear and engine compartment which ended the cockpit and long nose at the opposite end. They were beautiful, he thought. Two of them parked facing outward from the hangar's enormous doors on the black tarmac as the group approached.

"How many trainers will we receive," the count queried as he studied the vehicle's sleek lines and aerodynamics.

"Five. Once your pilots have mastered them to the satisfaction of my office, then you'll receive the forty promised along with ten Y-Wing bombers. I expect you to have pilots ready for them by the end of next month."

Albert couldn't believe his ears, attention torn from the fighters as he snapped to the officer. "What? That's only six weeks away."

"Then I guess you better get busy." He haughtily sneered as he walked towards the front of the nearest Headhunter. "These are substandard for our own pilots but, should be perfect for what they're needed for. You won't need TIE's anyway for the missions you'll have to accomplish. The pirates are flying second class freighters. Not too much for you, I should think." Every word burned through Albert's professional exterior and all protocols that he had been taught. "They're capable of a full day's operation, then you'll have to return them to base for refueling."

Count Ragan bit his tongue. "Please express our deepest gratitude to the Governor for me."

"I shall," he nodded. "You're free to go. I'll be in contact to be apprised of your progress."

Albert bowed stiffly, turned on his heel and led the duke back towards his own vehicle before he ended up shooting the arrogant ass. Sweat beaded on his forehead with each step and he finally took a deep breath as the driver opened the door for him, allowing him inside. Once Michael joined him and the door closed, he set his beret on his right knee.

"I'm really getting tired of his attitude."

"I couldn't agree more, sir. But, what can we do? They own the skies above us with their own fleet and have their own army units garrisoning many of our towns."

Albert's mind raced.

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Sunlight shone brightly through the wide window of Count Ragan's office as he pored over an enormous list of possible pilots for his new wing. Most had served in the King's Air Force for at least ten years which was his requirement. Experienced veterans were necessary for his own future command staff as well as for the Custom's Fleet that Governor Omry was having the king's court organize. This task had become overwhelming but, he would see it through to it's conclusion.

Atop his polished, brec wood desk his com beeped quietly. He reached to the small black device and touched the inset blue button. "Yes."

"Sir," Duke Finley's voice greeted. "The prince has arrived."

Albert rose quickly, "I'm on my way. Thank you, Michael."

"Yes, sir."

Walking briskly to his door, he opened it and stepped into the remodeled hallway, it's thinly piled carpet softening the footfalls as the officer headed towards the large, main lobby of his headquarters. Passing framed pictures of the Glovan countryside, he noticed the twenty-two year old who was intended to be the captain of the newest arm of their Space Command. He knew little of the king's eldest son other than what his wife had told him, and those favorable reports were indicative of the more socially savvy looking for promotion or prestige. He hated court but, unfortunately that was part of his life.

He bowed to the trim, tall man in his dark green uniform, typical of the king's sons who had been initiated into the military, a long tradition for the nobility as well as the monarchy. "Good afternoon, Your Highness. Welcome to the newest headquarters for the First ADF."

"Thank you, Sir Albert. I've been eager to see the newest additions to the air arm," the deeper, mature voice stated. His brown, flattop and cleanly shaven face also typical of the veterans of Glova, even though the officer before him had never fought in a battle yet.

"Absolutely," he motioned to the front door as Albert removed the blue beret from within the narrow, ornamented epaulet on his left shoulder. "We've been busy interviewing potentials for the first squadrons but, my staff has the maintenance team learning their capabilities as we speak," he explained as he opened the door and held it for the respected officer, then followed the prince down the short walkway to the parking lot.

"How much of an advantage do you see them having in any future engagements?"

"As far as their in-atmosphere capabilities, longer ranged sensors are the biggest benefit. Of course, none of our past fighters could ascend into space, so that alone takes us to a place that only satellites and freighters had enjoyed."

Prince Geron nodded quietly as they crossed through the few cars here and continued towards the main street that divided his modest building from the nearest hangar complex. "Seems to have been our ignorance that's kept us bound to Glova. I had always wanted to venture where few had been," the king's eldest confided as they traversed the two lane road and soon stepped into the bordering, manicured lawn. Albert admired the monarch's son as he had normally been bound by protocol with many of King Debrann's other relatives - few would've walked this far without complaining about the heat or their new shoes.

"I think the presence of these pirates has necessitated this change. One I've embrace wholeheartedly."

Geron smiled. "I've heard that about you. A brave veteran and servant to the crown, they say. Calculating as well as brilliant in the face of all obstacles," he chuckled. "Almost sounds like the voice over for a preview, doesn't it?"

Albert grinned politely. "I've ever had the prosperity of my homeworld and it's people in mind, Your Highness."

"I know. I wasn't trying to downplay all your father and grandfather have done for the throne and I understand how hard it is to fill large shoes left for you. But, I think with the latest change in the political climate we've been given an opportunity to expand our prestige into the system itself besides what the trading guild has attained. I hope you and I can both make our father's proud."

Albert straightened, his awards and stack of ribbons over his left breast as well as the gold e'kayl and silver borders along his epaulets shone brightly in the sunlight. "That is my hope also, sire. Glova deserves nothing but our best."

Green eyes studied him for a long moment as their padded footfalls soon hit pavement again, then looked towards the approaching dark green building. "What do you think of our newest governor?"

He had to tread lightly here. "I've never met Governor Omry personally but, from what I've heard he's not one to be underestimated."

Geron chuckled. "A very safe answer. Truly you've mastered the art of discretion, sir."

"If I may be so bold, what does Your Highness think of the Empire?"

The prince thought long and hard as they arrived to the side door and Albert opened it for the prince, then followed him inside the pristine office whose shined floors reflected the desks and shelves within. Most were in the breakroom at this point studying, or at least that's where they should be. As the echo of their hard soled shoes entered the long hallway beyond, they turned right and headed towards another solid metal door, passing the restrooms and water fountain.

Clearing his throat, "The crew may be out here on one of the Headhunters for training, but Baron Seagan is very thorough in his education. One of the best officers for such a task."

"Only natural to choose the best of the best for a project as important as this one," the monarch finally commented. Albert wondered if the prince was admiring their enemy too much at this point, which was natural. Being educated at some of the top universities on Glova had bred more accomodating personalities which was why they had suffered the Empire to be here this long.

"Absolutely." He pulled on the metal knob and revealed the large, medium grey floored room whose high ceiling covered their newest prize, the five Headhunter trainers that he had been promised. Arriving two days ago, Albert was still eager to get up in one. "Here they are," he motioned to the two-seaters sitting idly as they waited to fulfill their task.

"How soon will your pilots be flying them?"

"In a few weeks. Simulator time will follow classes once we find those most qualified to fly in space as well as master the aerodynamics of this craft ," he informed as they approached the triple blaster cannon and rounded towards the main body of the fighter.

"I look forward to getting in the cockpit myself."

Albert glanced to the Navy officer. "Of course. We'd be honored to have Your Highness join us."

"What's their range?"

"In an atmosphere, they can circumnavigate the world without needing to be refueled. In space, patrols can round the outer path of Foril to three-quarters of it's revolution around the sun before needing to return home."

Geron's brow furrowed. "That's amazing. No wonder pirates have been so successful thus far. They could be hiding anywhere in the system."

"Practically," Albert agreed. "But, those days will end soon, I assure Your Highness of that."

Chuckling, the prince approached the clean, sleek vehicle and studied it from stem to stern. "What kind of condition did you receive them in?"

"We had to clean them up quite a bit. I have a sinking suspicion these had never served the Empire directly but, the power plant and other systems are in good condition. I'm actually glad Sir Kervyn had something to accomplish at the outset, gives us more knowledge off the bat."

Nodding as he crouched, the prince eyed the protruding, oval shaped engines as well as the landing gear. "I've been hoping for some new craft for the Navy but, I'm not sure that's going to happen." He straightened as he turned and eyed Albert directly. "I've also put in my application to be an officer in the Imperial Navy. Hopefully I'll be accepted soon and be able to attend their academy on Carida."

"Congratulations, Your Highness." Albert finally knew the answer to his previously unanswered question and couldn't believe his ears.

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Lightning ripped through the air with a crack and sudden thunderous roar, waking Albert from a deep sleep with a start. Looking up to the heavy, maroon curtains from his comfortable, four post bed he soon realized his home wasn't under attack and laid his head back down in relief. The past two weeks had kept him busier than he had been in so long, but the chaos of creating a brand new arm to the King's Air Force had finally given him a new focus. Being at the forefront of this venture into space with the military was finally meeting desires buried since childhood.
Stirring behind him and the softness of her breathing also reminded him of what driving force had allowed him to continue not only his career but also governing of one of the king's counties on Glova. Leslie had gladly taken control of most of the economic facets of his home territory, an avenue that also helped keep not only the closet full of new and beautiful things, but their relationship with the other nobles, within and without.

"Good morning, milord," she playfully greeted as he turned to eye his wife of twenty-four years who kissed him gently. "Did you sleep?"

"Yes," he smiled and turned to face her. "And you?"

"Wonderfully." He was uncertain if she was being honest or sarcastic as her head returned to the puffy, silken pillow. "You know your meeting with the king is coming up. How's the unit coming together thus far?"

"Well. I still have a few slots to fill as far as pilots and crew for the Custom's Frigates that we should be receiving soon."

"Glad to hear that. Does that Imperial representative still hound you incessantly?"

"Not lately," he stated, joy soon souring at the mention of his overseer. "I should be getting a call soon though."

She leaned in and kissed him again, then backed. "I know you'll be as diplomatic as always. The realm depends on it."

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He descended the lavishly carpeted and railed staircase to the main lobby of his grand home and noticed Duke Finley patiently waiting as usual. Michael had become his most trusted adjutant during many years of battle not only with Military Supply, but also in court. Sometimes he wasn't sure which arena was more brutal.

"Good morning, sir," the fifty year old noble greeted. His quiet, serious demeanor borne of a long, military history much like Albert's. "We have a five-o'clock with Baron's Innel and Etgall at the Crystal Chandelier for breakfast."

"Of course," he reached the bottom step and continued across the richly crafted tile flooring of wood found in many of the northern jungles. It's polish reflecting the large paintings and lights artfully dispersed among the room as well as the neighboring study and living room. As they neared the front door his butler, an aged servant who had watched him grow up, handed him his morning paper as he stood dutifully with the door open.

"Thank you, Afton."

"Have a good day, sir."

Continuing out onto the stone landing bordered by large columns of white stone, they descended a short flight of steps towards the limousine awaiting within the high ceilinged portico. Beyond, the lights which fronted the four columns that supported the pediment highlighted a round manicured lawn as a steady rain continued to fall. Opened to the duo, Albert stepped into the back seat as Michael joined him. Soon, the driver closed the door and rounded the front as Albert opened the newspaper and noticed the headline:

"Royal Arm To Soon Reach Stars".

Their efforts to step into the realm where pirates had been freely terrorizing their small merchant fleet would soon be realized. Underneath the bold caption he noticed the picture of the long, sleek form of one of his frigates docked in the high tech port on Bosa. It's long white body supported a short angled wing behind the cockpit and another larger one nearer the trio of large engines. As they drove towards his estate's front gate, he admired what their king's efforts had gained.

"Logistics is proving to be a bit problematic with Imperial Supply lately. The requisitions that Baron Innel sent for spare parts for the Headhunters is still being kept on back order. I called the chamberlain's office this morning to hopefully expedite those requests."

Brown eyes turned to the duke, "I'll see what I can do. Sir Bevin is my sister-in-law's uncle, maybe we can work something out." How typical, he thought.

Michael nodded. "Yes, sir. I've also scheduled Baron Seagan to oversee the physicals for today, as you requested. He's a good man."

"Definitely," Albert returned to the article on the first page. His first command would be in one of the most beautiful ships he had ever seen. Leading his eager pilots into the distant planets of the system and finally ending the Merchant Guild's continued frustration with the Court would be satisfying.
As the sleek, dark form ventured from surrounding forests and into his town of Newport. Suburbs soon gave way to the merchant district whose large plaza's and malls had become a jewel to the neighboring farmers and citizens. It's rich taxes had not only allowed for his lifestyle and that of those dukes and barons that served him, but also kept many other options for security available and in operation. Once reaching the two-story restaurant fronted by a long line of fashioned shrubbery and flowers, the limousine stopped and prompted Albert to fold the paper and lay it atop the narrow shelf before him. They soon exited the car and walked into the quiet lobby as other early risers bowed to him as he passed.

"Your room is ready, milord," the concierge informed, then led them through the main dining room of subdued conversation and lighting then up a staircase. Turning left, they followed the wall and railing back towards the front of the building to a door which the black suited representative of the establishment opened and stepped aside. Within, Albert recognized the two barons come to meet with and have breakfast with him. His staff positions filled with those he had known for years which created a safe wall from the outside. One that would be necessary if his plans were to succeed.

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Whistling from the four engines nearly clouded his thought as Albert eagerly approached the Headhunter for his first test flight. Sunlight picked out the tarmac and crew chiefs as Sir Kervyn nervously watched from his dark green truck, standing beside the open driver's door and chewing on his cigar as normal.

"How's she look," Albert yelled over the noise.

Nodding, the large mechanic approached, grease stains on his coveralls as well as his fingernails had become commonplace from his tireless efforts to learn everything about the craft. "Ready to go, sir," the gruff voice yelled back. "Wish I could go up with you though."

Albert smiled, then glanced to the impatient Imperial pilot sitting in the back seat of the trainer. "Maybe next time," he glanced back to the technical sergeant and smiled, then continued towards the fighter and did his inspection. Once he was confident that nothing had been missed, he climbed the short ladder into the cockpit as nervous adrenaline pumped. He moved aside the straps and sat down, then grabbed his helmet and pulled it on as the young crew chief to his left tightened the buckles, then gave him the thumbs-up and retreated.

"About time," the Imperial lieutenant's arrogant voice cracked over his internal comlink. "I've already done the cursory inspections and I hope you've done your homework on this wreck. It may have the capabilities to outshine your present fighters, but it's not, by any stretch, the premier fighter in our skies."

Albert just nodded as he pulled the lever to lower the canopy, then motioned for the crewmembers on the ground to back away, then saluted as Sir Kervyn sidestepped.

"Now, let's take off and give me a heading of one-thirteen degrees at a thousand feet." With that, Albert recalled the takeoff sequence, angled his thrust downward to the repulsors and as the vessel rose into the air, reached with his right forefinger and pushed one of many buttons to raise the landing gear. Exhilaration of flying this vehicle for the first time that had been resting in the hangar for so long gave him the energy to push it, and hopefully shut the pilot behind him up.
Once secured that he wouldn't fry those down below, he pulled back on the stick and pushed forward with his left hand on the small joystick for more power. The engines roared to life and in an instant, white clouds sped towards them and banked as he turned to the heading specified with ease. In no time, he noticed the heading and straightened out as a pair of sleek Vipers passed down below them, heading towards the landing strip. Verdant mountains of the world's capitol moved below him and brought a smile to the Count's face.

Suddenly, the engines cut out and the Headhunter began falling as warning klaxons sounded. Instantly, he angled the nose downward and forced more fuel into the combustor.

"Prepare to eject," the lieutenant yelled.

"No, I've got it," Albert assured as he concentrated, praying for ignition as the rugged mountains below sped towards him. Knowing he had little time, he followed the slope below him and pushed hard on the stick, turning the Headhunter onto it's head.

"Are you out of your mind?!"

Focused, Albert felt the rush of heavier air fill the engines and as he could make out individual trees, the engines fired to life and he grinned to himself. Pushing down on the stick, the nose lowered and he soon gained some altitude from the treetops, then rolled the craft back over. Quick thinking saved them, and in full view of the air base's tower. He only hoped that Sir Kervyn hadn't seen that and swallowed his cigar.

"Put this crate on the ground, now," the lieutenant barked.

Albert nearly laughed, "As you wish".

Once they had landed in front of the main hangar's open doors, he went through the lengthy shutdown procedure as the trainer threw the buckles from his belt aside, ripped off his helmet and threw it at one of the crew chiefs, then jumped onto the ladder, then leaned down to glare at the Count. "I'm going to fill out a lengthy report on your insubordination and failures of this unit. This was the biggest mistake the governor has ever made."

Albert turned to the younger pilot and sighed. "You tell him whatever you will, I have the whole incident on flight computer. If you wish to embarrass yourself further, then be my guest. Or, we can chalk this up to a simple, mechanical failure and move on. Your choice." Brown eyes returned the glare and soon the lieutenant retreated down the ladder and soon, out of sight. Albert only hoped that his actions hadn't fully alienated the Imperial government and lost him the only chance they would have of getting into space.
As the whine from the engines subsided, he removed his helmet and placed it atop the computer monitors before him. He had passed his first test in this craft. While he mused quietly, heavy footfalls on metal to his left soon introduced the haggard, strong features of his chief mechanic, still chewing on his cigar.

"Sir, what happened up there?"

"Engines died. But, I still brought your baby back home," he grinned as the knight sighed, then glanced towards the hangar behind him.

"Do you think they're going to pull these craft from us," he asked, then returned a concerned gaze to the count.

"Even if they do, we have all the specs and can build our own now."

Nodding, the tech sergeant relaxed. "True."

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Standing before the mirror, Albert gently situated all of his hard won ribbons, keeping them all flush with his left breast pocket.

"Sir," Duke Finley interrupted his thoughts. "This inquiry is a farce, if you ask me."

Albert nodded, "I know. But, it is also an opportunity to finally learn what the king and governor's intentions are for Glovan." He turned and eyed his best friend. "I hate this as much as you do." With a click to their far right, the highly polished, dark wood door opened to reveal Leslie as the Countess entered the room. Her deep blue, silk dress accented her curves as she walked towards him.

"Sir Michael, would you give my husband and I a moment, please?"

"Of course, madam," the duke bowed and spun on his heel, then headed for the door as she stopped just feet from him as his eyes scanned the beautiful woman before him.

"Thank you." Aged, tanned hands glided over his uniform as she smiled, ensuring his own inspection hadn't missed anything. "The governor is here as well. This is your chance to present yourself and the First ADF in grand fashion."

"Politics are your arena, my love."

Brown eyes rose to meet his. "And is part of your birthright, sir. The court is a powerful tool when used wisely and can advance or kill a career in a sitting. You've never shied from your duties as a soldier, don't cower at wicked words either."

"I never said I was afraid of these people. Most have been friends since childhood."

"And, have gained more prestige and power in their maneuvering in this grand palace also." She grinned as her hands dropped. "No one remains the same once they enter these halls. You have to be careful."

His brow furrowed as he sobered. "What is it you're not telling me?"

A long moment lingered between them. "I heard about your recent flight and so has the Imperial governor." A revelation that brought all into focus. "Just be yourself but, remember that all you've been fighting for this past month is riding on your words tonight."

He nodded, offered his arm and as she took it, escorted his wife out into the hallway where many of his command staff, their wives and families followed their count into the Great Hall. Lavishly decorated in golds, brilliant blues and greens, the immense table stretched down the room's length now crowded by tonight's guests. Soon, a young man in white coat and gloves motioned, then escorted he and Leslie to their chairs and he noted that they had been placed straight across from the king and queen who now conversed with an older, grey uniformed gentleman.

"That's the governor," Leslie mentioned as she leaned in. Albert finally got a chance to see the representative of the Empire that he had come to despise. The man's closely cropped, grey hair and clean shaven face held a darkness to it. Hard, angled features and the proud stance reminded him of some of the dark characters from his childhood stories as well as some of the old movies that he had enjoyed that were now forgotten. Buried in some large warehouse or burned, COMPNOR had done a great job at slowly erasing their identity. Jedi were outlaws now and not to be mentioned in public.

Soon, a bell tolled and all moved to their seats and waited for the king and queen to sit, then followed suit. As if on cue, each of their individual servants moved in to tend to their charges as Albert noticed Governor Omry lean over to Lyle Irnic, the SAGEducation representative that had been hounding Albert since before the delivery of the first Z-95's.

"So," King Alfons called across the table, gaining his attention. "How is the squadron coming along?" This was it, he thought.

"Quite well, Your Highness. We're on time with our goals and I'm pleased to announce, will be ready to fulfill our duties when called upon."

The king nodded approvingly as the governor's steely gaze remained on the Count. "I've been getting some conflicting reports on that issue, perhaps you could help clear those up for me." An intentional interruption of the pleasant atmosphere, probably in hopes to embarrass the king in front of his own people.

"What issue might that be, sir?"

"Lack of focus on training. Dereliction of duty. Uncooperative with my staff, things of that nature." Accusations that took Albert aback as he returned a confused look.

"Actually, sir," he began as Leslie's hand moved over his as a warning. "I've complied with all the directives I've been given, as has my staff. I wasn't aware of any lack of cooperation between my command or Mister Irnic's office."

Lyle leaned forward in defense of his accusations, light brown hair slicked back and reflecting an overabundance of candlelight. "Your most recent training flight. The trainer had ordered you to abort and you refused, putting his life at risk as well as your own."

Albert smiled. "Actually, I have to commend your training staff for their thorough tutelage. Especially in that instance. He had arranged a mishap to see how I would react and I passed his test," he glanced to those sitting around him. "Bringing the fighter back to the base and saving it," then back to the governor. "As well as your pilot."

"It would have been most unfortunate had your life been lost in such an inglorious way," Lyle returned and Albert thought he noted a hint of sarcasm in the man's voice.

"Indeed." He nodded as soup was poured. "Again, sir," he continued looking at Governor Omry. "I want to thank you for this opportunity to help clear the system of pirates." Every word nearly choking him and Albert wondered if the air conditioning had been turned off.

The older man nodded, almost in an obligatory manner. "As such, the Customs frigates will be under the command of my own officers....for now," he glanced to the king and Albert felt as if air had been let out of his sails. Brown eyes also noticed the king with a lack for words. "Perhaps we can arrange to have your son take the helm of one of them once he graduates our Naval Academy."

King Alfons grinned, "I'm sure he would enjoy that."

He moved to tend to the meal before it got cold, still feeling the occasional glare from his Imperial supervisor as Lyle pretended to quietly admire his host's hospitality.