The Galactic Roundtable, Somewhere in New Dornalian Space, Beta Quadrant, Milky Way Galaxy
The Overlord of Auman was an enigmatic figure which preferred to rule from on high, as if like Jupiter. King of the Gods of Mount Olympus, the vast majority of his works were handled by couriers and intermediaries, well versed on the intentions of his edicts and orders. Regardless, despite the vast knowledge of precedent and history that guided the Overlord's cohorts in the execution of his mandate, the orders were often vague and open ended, requiring a great deal of personal interpretation to carry out effectively.
When the word filtered down that the supreme ruler of the Sphere had demanded the galaxy be given a new Galactic Assembly, it had fallen upon the broad shoulders of General Gideus Moltke who was, thankfully, not a member of the Oort Sektor. Gideus examined the history of the Galactic Assembly and came to several conclusions. First, that it should not be tethered to any single nation or planet. Like the nations of the galaxy, the Assembly should be free and prosperous in its own right. Sovereignty was the ideal held closely by all sentient life, and so to shall the Assembly be free to make it's own decisions... And so, Gideus Moltke requisitioned a Roundtable structure, one of many O'Neill cylinders under construction by the Aumanii Fleet to serve as bases in far flung sectors, to serve as the nucleus of a new and renewed diplomatic system. The Nexus of combined diplomatic effort, this Roundtable would become a nation in it's own right, with its own government and it's own laws, so that it may serve impartially and entirely independent of the predations of the national interest... With conditions.
The Roundtable was expensive.
Though the people within would organize their own society, the structure would belong to Auman and leased to the administration in perpetuity. This came with a number of privileges, though all were minor and considered reasonable. While the Sphere had no say in the running of the Roundtable or who may be permitted, the Aumanii did get a princely piece of real estate in the form of the Owner's Box, which overlooked the entire spinning mass of the verdant inner drum, which was now buzzing with nascent activity. New construction dominated the growing skyline, though state activity had already begun. Diplomacy and business required meeting places.
Gideus was overlooking the thing he created with a sense of satisfaction as he sipped a glass of milk. The door of the Owner's Box slid open with a hushed whisper and the sound of a dozen jackboots swished upon the plush velveteen carpet. Gideus saw the men in a reflection on the glass and the blood drained from his face as he recognized the dark visage of the Overlord, Samoth Uyghur. Gideus turned on his heel, hastily dropped his glass on the desk next to him and saluted stiffly. The Overlord stood in the center of the crowd, his hands planted firmly on his hips. Uyghur appraised Moltke with great intensity, the General felt now that all of this may have been a tremendous mistake... That he had entirely misinterpreted the mandate.
"At ease." Said Uyghur, his voice was deep and rich. Gideus clasped his hands behind his back and leveled his gaze forward, looking at nothing in particular. The Overlord moved towards the window and took in the view.
"It's interesting, isn't it?" Uyghur said, waving a lazy finger down the drum.
Gideus wasn't sure if he should say anything, so he didn't.
"Interesting that a theocratic military dictatorship would be the ones to make the first move towards peace in our time. Should one listen to the foreign vids, one would think this was the domain of states that wreathed their subtle tyranny with sweet words about democracy. It amuses me." Uyghur stood in silence for awhile before leaving abruptly.
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