Prior to the death of Emperor Jason VI Augustus, General and Master of Soldiers Gaius Caelius Rufus Jordanes, known by his Christian name Jordan Caelius, had served in the Latin military since he was eighteen years old. A former cadet at Olympia Military Academy, Caelius graduated in 1970 and was commissioned as Centurion or Captain. Overtime he was elevated to Evocati and eventually as a Praetor, serving as one of the late Emperor Jason’s chiefs of staff.
Unlike most that have risen to his position, Caelius was from a lowly, common family of Latin descent located near the city of Tarquinii in county Leucarum. He was born amidst the Social War as the fighting began between the Social Republicans and Imperial forces, and had been told growing up his father was conscripted to join the Republican forces.
And just like his father all those years ago, Jordan Caelius was in a similar position, having been faced with a possible forced conscription into the service of the young Michael, who named himself the rightful and legitimate Emperor the night of Jason Augustus’ death. But while his father was pressed into Republican service against his will, Jordan managed to work his way into the appointment of Master of Soldiers or Magister Militum in exchange for providing his support and the legions of Sorrentia and Alba to Michael.
He was passed up on two previous occasions for the position as top general of His Majesty’s Armed Forces. The first chance he had to gain promotion was in 2001, which resulted in the appointment early in the reign of Emperor Jason of Greek-born General and Praetorian Prefect for Hellas, Andreas Keroularios. In 2001, Caelius was a longshot for the posting as the youngest potential nominee at fifty-three years old. However, his next chance came in autumn 2014 at Keroularios’ retirement. By this time, he had been serving as one of Emperor Jason’s military chiefs of staff for nearly a decade and had come to know him rather well, and expected to earn the appointment. However, he was again passed over with the appointment of former Deputy Praetorian Prefect and Prefect of the Oriens, Theodorus Fufidius.
Twice had he been passed over for a job that should have been his. I was the rightful heir, he thought of the 2014 appointment. But time and time again, current or former members of the Emperor’s Praetorian Guard were given high ranking appointments over their older and more experienced counterparts in the other service branches.
The position was his now, and all it took was providing a young and easily malleable monarch with several thousand loyal men willing to kill his enemies. Caelius wasn’t the only one willing to join Michael’s cause due to the prospect of career advancement. He’d learned that the Lord Commander of the Scholarian Guard had done the same when given the choice. Though Caelius hadn’t the slightest idea what the young Emperor promised him, but he did recall the whole fuss over the Empress Marsella and her Praetorian cousin the night Emperor Jason passed away.
He recalled the first night of meetings with Michael and his new advisors. It was Caelius, Lord Commander Andronikos Mavrozomes, member of his father’s privy council Flavius Gavius, and the girl Antonia Frontalia who he named Lady High Chancellor of his new council. That one didn’t make sense in the slightest to Caelius, but Michael’s intentions for her quickly became clear. She was a pretty girl, in fact, she reminded Caelius of his own daughter at times.
But that first meeting revolved around destroying and dismantling the Praetorian Guard, Mavrozomes seemed to spearhead that line of thinking. And Antonia claimed she could sway the Consul to attend the Emperor’s call to the capital. “Forgive me, I mean no disrespect, my Lady,” Caelius recalled scoffing at the idea that a girl of hardly twenty-one years old could possibly sway the Consul on which claim to support. “The Consul is a proud man, and one that doesn’t have the stomach for the sort of bloodshed that may arise from the coming days. How does a girl such as yourself believe she can sway such a man to pick one side or the other?”
Caelius’ words resulted in the first instance of Michael’s regular fits of rage or outburst. He called Caelius a number of names and slurs in the girl’s defense. But the girl assured the Emperor all was well among the friends in this room. She soothed him and calmed him down, something that Caelius discovered became very useful in the early days of Michael’s reign. “It just so happens that I know his daughter rather well, my Lord. I believe, given the proper time to persuade, he will join the rightful government in Castellum. As all His Majesty’s subjects will.
But the Consul never arrived, and instead joined Constantine in Adrianople - providing him with a legitimacy that was difficult for Michael to contend with. That was when his outbursts became a more common occurrence and more brutal. One night, one of Michael’s guards had to hold him back from a Palace servant who brought him a letter of more Senators taking up in Adrianople. If not for the guards, it’s likely the boy would have killed the server.
The most recent one however, was mere neglect by Michael’s part. First he treated one of his own guards with such hostility that the Greek lordling deserted his posting with the assistance of Princess Selene, the Emperor’s own sister. That was multiplied when the lordling reappeared in the city at the gates of the Ghantish embassy. “It is poor idea to place so many guns around the embassy, Caesar,” Caelius recalled warning the Emperor the night the Ghantish embassy was assaulted by Scholarians. “The Scholarians aren’t meant for this type of work or activity. Placing so many nervous individuals around a hotspot such as this is asking for trouble.”
Michael gave him a crude reaction, and completely blew off the advice. “Antonia said as you. The whore of Vindóbona thinks this way too. I had half a mind to take her tongue when she spoke back. Instead a simply hit her. A half-measure, she’ll be back. The whore always comes back. I wonder if you all hope I fail in this quest?” Michael posed to him rather calmly. “I won’t fail, and those who stand in my way, they will pay. The Ghantar will pay for all they have done in time. If that is tonight, it is so. If not, then it is also so. But will see them pay, starting with that embassy.”
“Sire, they were most foolish to leave the building occupied with staff...all things considered. But even if some minimal incident occurs, it may have grave consequences,” Caelius recalled the rest of the conservation. But by then the Emperor had veered from the topic, instead carrying on his rantings of those against him.
“That smirking whore has always been against me...my mother,” the boy’s mother hadn’t visited Castellum once since he took the throne. But she hadn’t taken up with Constantine either. Wise of her to simply pick the winner, it seems, though it was hard for Michael to accept that reality, seeing it it as near abandonment. Michael spit on the floor. “You know the whore was sleeping with my father throughout his marriage to my mother? I suspect others do...If people die they die, General. It’s what people do best. The Scholarians will remain at the gates of the embassy. Theodora Gentry may yet try to reach it. And I fear should she reach it, the consequences shall be far greater than what you can imagine.”
On that he was right, Caelius thought as he lifted his head up from the paperwork cluttering his desk. But the response from Ghish was an angry one, and Michael refused to respond accordingly and like the Monarch he desired to be seen as. On top of losing the one trump card that kept Ghant out of the conflict, they were enraged now.
Michael had refused all prudent advice of his councillors and military advisors. The Duchess had advised the Emperor to blame the incident on the Scholarians and Lord Commander Mavrozomes. “You will tell them that he oversaw the checkpoints in Martis and around the embassy. That, while he didn’t give the order to open fire, he was on scene when the events transpired and did nothing to mitigate any harm or damage that was done,” he recalled the Duchess speaking on the matter. Michael just shooed her away.
Even Antonia was worried over the incident. She was the first to hear that Lord-Ambassador Langa died in the firefight on the upper floors. What she didn’t hear was that one of my soldiers shot him in cold blood after he cut down two Scholarians. The whole thing was a disaster and only proved to begin the ticking clock to their end.
What those outside of the palace walls didn’t know however, was that Michael had been forcibly confined to his chambers in the Imperial apartments after Caelius ordered his men to do so and recalled another five hundred from Ravenna to help keep the peace and the Palace under his control. He, along with the Duchess of Vindóbona, and a handful of other Privy Councillors, were ruling in Michael’s name. If they continued to do so correctly, no one would be the wiser. Even though a woman, the Duchess did well as a ruler and administrator, far better than Michael.
I captured the Lord Commander. I had to tell him to his face that he was going to be turned over to the Ghantish officials, if not for the guards, Mavrozomes might very well have escaped or tried to kill Caelius. But with Mavrozomes under their custody and Michael out of the way for the time being, it allowed the Duchess to construct various letters, and messages under Michael’s name to try and quash any potential flames caused by Michael.
“Sir,” Caelius’ secretary poked their head in with a knock at the door. “The Scholarian legates are here to see you...for your appointment.”
The military uniformed woman stepped aside after the Master of Soldiers nodded and waved them to enter. Five men entered the room, the direct subordinates to Mavrozomes and his Deputy. These were the men that Caelius had to win over and ensure compliance or else lose a large portion of his manpower.
“Gentlemen, please take a seat,” Caelius labored to stand from his seat, but did show as a sign of respect for the men in front of him. “Can I offer you anything, honey water, tea or coffee perhaps?”
One man answered for the entire group. “We thank you for your generosity, my Lord. But no thank you. I’d much rather get down to the business at hand, if it please you.”
“Your name, legate?” Caelius posed to the man appearing to be superior to the other four.
“I have the pleasure to be Julus Maecilio, my Lord,” the Legate offer back. He was an average looking, middle aged Latin male, likely in his mid-forties based on his usual red, yet receding hairline. If under Caelius’ command the man wouldn’t have been allowed to wear the reddish-gray beard on his face, but he was a Scholarian and not a proper soldier.
“Legate Maecilio, I am to understand that the Scholarians are in need to new leadership following the detainment and removal of Andonrikos Mavrozomes as Lord Commander of your ranks. The five of you have the honor to be the highest ranking members of the guard,” Caelius sat with a straight back in his chair, his hands locked into each other as he observed each of the five men before him. “Now, given the recent turmoil in some of the boroughs and outlying counties, whomever among you holds the pleasure of serving as Lord Commander will work directly with me to ensure that when your brothers in arms take the fields for the Emperor, that they will be utilized in a way befitting their training.”
“With all due respect, my Lord,” Legate Maecilio had a stoic look about his face, while the two seated behind him whispered something to one another. “We are gendarmerie, and while we have swat and more heavily armed members at our disposal, these men are not proper soldiers. I told Mavrozomes the same thing when he said we were to send our Scholarians to Kallipolis. Keep the peace we can, but fight a war? I fear we are simply not enough.”
“I agree,” Master of Soldiers Caelius said to the surprise of Maecilio. “I urged His Majesty and the Lord Commander to deploy the Scholarians into positions where they would succeed opposed to what we have all seen take place within the preceding weeks.”
“And what is it you intend to do...with Mavrozomes?” a second legate asked Caelius.
“He is to be detained for the time being,” Caelius pinched his lips together and lifted his hands apart before they clasped back together again. “At least until a proper investigation of the Marble Palace can occur. We should not have been there that night, and now we are to pay for it no? Were any of you present that night?”
“Do you mean to intern us as well, my Lord? Because we will not stand for threats against our persons, even from men such as you,” Maecillio’s face teetered from a mild curiosity to disgust at certain points, making it difficult for Caelius to interpret.
Duchess Maria should have taken care of this. I have no stomach for politics and intrigue. The deed would be done. He recalled her words of encouragement and advice before selecting his next words. “Is it not better to corrupt one or two men to save the lives of thousands?”
“Why don’t I just tell you what I plan to do, in unison with the next Lord Commander. That is, you five will select your next commander, at which point we will begin to repurpose the Scholarians to work they are more suited for...in an auxiliary role, shall we say? At present, we have a militia of nearly thirty thousand ready to be moved out towards Ravenna and Kallipolis. They will replace the Scholarians divisions in those locations; however, with the caveat of a couple thousand of your numbers remaining to support when required and keep the peace. As Lord Commander and Legates of the guard, you five will be rewarded with a substantial bonus, I might add. Acceptable?”
The men took a long look at Caelius before retreating amongst themselves to speak over his plans. After a minute or so, Maecillio looked forward from his seat to Caelius with an answer. “How substantial?”
“£200,000,” a second Legate offered for the rest.
Caelius countered with “£100,000.” Eventually they settled on £125,000 for the each of them.
“Agreeable. Though has the Emperor considered a truce or ceasefire as of yet?”
“We are currently working on terms of a ceasefire in Kallipolis, however one seems unlikely to occur there and especially in Sorrentia, it pains me to tell you good men. Envoys have been sent to Adrianople and to Leo Gentry’s camp as well, if you must know,” Caelius said, the men giving the appearance of accepting the fact they were trying. “And who is it that will lead your Scholarians?”
“I will have that honor, my Lord,” Maecillio told Master of Soldiers Caelius.