The almighty mother of the Vilgaxian empire made a very strong impression on the history of the planet's government. The advisors of her ladyship had tried with all their might to contain her influence, to subdue her power, so that they may have the opportunity to affect her decisions. However as the rightful ruler to the throne, her words were a commandment and executed without question or doubt and there was no sense of indecisiveness to her much to their dismay. The lady of the planet was impatient with the deliberation of her council, them being quite content to sit in their fancy chairs and drink their delicate little drinks discussing political affairs at a relatively safe distance from genuine repercussion.
Having been trained as a leader, Lady Hegrax saw no result in constant debate and matters of the committee. While they provided enough information about the legality and the length by which they could impose her order, she found that she was very fast in her decision making. If things were to falter, she wore the responsibility of the failure on her like the battle scars she would continue to sustain as she fought in conquest. There was no true lasting impact to the damage, even in her declining approval rates or the prospect of dwindling economy, she simply continued to push on ever so stubbornly.
The lady of the Vilgaxian empire was not someone to be easily trifled with, almost more equatable to a force of nature than a mere mortal being.
Living in the troubled times of her father before her, who was far too fluffy-headed and idealistic in his pursuit of pioneering attempts to create a functioning planet, forged the leader that she was. Those times hurt, they etched deeply into her like massive carves from an inexperienced sculptor's hands. Civil wars were waged that caused hunger and famine, depleting resources enough to affect even the royal family. It was the closest thing that Lady Hegrax had felt to poverty.
When her child was born, he would never grow hungry or be in pain. There was never an instance in which the crown prince had ever received anything less than what a prince should. Trained and taught with the utmost care, the prince received the best possible education to support carrying the legacy of her growing empire. If he were ever to be hurt during the increase of his fighting prowess, it was well controlled and he would immediately receive medical care for anything truly troubling. Lady Hegrax might have been an aggressive matriarch to her planets, but the worst she had ever been to her son was to be cold and strict. There was no coddling or preventing him from seeing the ugliness of the outside world and politics, but he would never be given an impression that the universe was anything less than his own to take.
The overall message, on the other hand, was that he should always want for more and that what he already held now was never enough. Nothing lasted, so the lost should be reclaimed. Things always depleted and there was no such things as endless wealth for those who did not care to protect and invest in it.
Another important lesson that he had needed to learn was that he should hold no partiality or loyalty to any of his underlings, other than to simply reward them for their appropriate service. All the while he must perpetuate the idea that they should be greatly loyal to him and that they would never be able to live under anybody else's rule but his. A love forged for their leader brought on by force and by dependence.
No one could question the wisdom of the ladyship's words, though nonetheless her greatest folly was something she learned during her son's ascent to the throne. For in truth, she wasn't completely all powerful and all-seeing. Despite her good idea for traitorous behaviour in her advisors' and government ranks, she had not taken into account her own son's ingenuity. He would teach her a lesson that she herself had not realized until it was too late: one must not teach everything you know. For now that he no longer had any use for her and all she served was a blockade in his way to finally be crowned the leader of this planet, he could simply do away with her. It was her greatest and last mistake. Though she had definitely raised a fine emperor to take her place.
It was a principle that the current ruler of the Vilgaxian empire had maintained. People could only grow strong enough to serve but not to overthrow. As the haughty princess of the Incursion empire simply stared him down petulantly through her nose, feeling rather bothered from having to see him in the first place, he wondered how well and truly the young royal had learned of the principles of politics.
There was enough intelligence in her eyes that he could see from the distrust and suspicion she barely held as she stood before him. Considering that the latest attempt to take her father's throne had been surprisingly well laid out, he had known by instinct that this was not the first try.
“You know if ya try anythin' funny, I got guards on hand that can shoot ya,” she threatened unsubtly, folding her arms in front of her chest as she measured him up and down. Which was particularly difficult considering his towering height even seated in front of her.
Without even turning his head, he managed to spot SixSix melding with the shadows behind Incursion architecture along with other soldiers and mercenaries. Kraab was in there somewhere as well. There was a momentary quirk to his lips in amusement. “Yes, I'm quite familiar with some of them,” he stated with a slight chuckle, pointing in their direction and making a careful instruction to lower their weapons unless they really wanted to cross him. Smartly, the mercenaries who had considered this as much a reunion as he did actually placed their arms to their sides. Even the other Incursion guards had been on edge enough to falter their hold on their guns.
When the princess showed no fear regardless of what had happened, his resolve to have this plan carried out grew.
“I mean you no harm, Princess, I'm simply here to help,” he stated in a no nonsense fashion with his deep booming voice.
Rolling her eyes animatedly, she remarked sardonically, “Yeah, 'cause ya're obviously the helpful type.” Childishly, she found herself blowing a raspberry in his direction to essentially cut off his run-around as she wasn't having any of it. “Cut the crap. Whaddya want?”
“Of course, I'm not here to offer my help for no reason. It comes at an exchange,” he mentioned quite truthfully, with enough information omitted to almost be as underhanded as the ridiculous block of text that came in small print in a contract. “But in the end of your helping my cause, I will be able to help you. How does the idea of Empress Attea sound to you?”
Even with the complete knowledge that there was so much more to this and that she had to tread carefully around someone who should effectively be competition, she had to actually acknowledgement that there was weight in that offer. The thing was that he had resources, information, more military power, and a whole host of things that were easily accessible that was a little harder to get a hold of while she was still technically a princess. At the end of the day she was borrowing her father's people and his things. Push came to shove, he was the one who held the voice to imprison her for treason. She needed more clout to stay in power.
If she played this well, she could very well finally be the Empress for more than a few minutes at a time.
Biting the bottom of her lip, she asked grimly, “What's the catch?” Perhaps she should have felt more fear, more cautiousness, in the almost indeterminable look to his eyes. However she was quite confident in her ability to go toe to toe with him -- wasn't she?
Will be continued in the full version of this chapter
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