Post by Lamina on Feb 20, 2022 14:06:29 GMT -5
It had been a tumultuous year for the New Space Force Warriors, something which had shaken Lamina down to the core as he reminisced, while coming back from his last mission. At this point, both General Hibernal and his killer were dead, in a deadly cycle of vengence between royalty, and with Mint on the throne it marked the third change in powers in a one year period. It was as if the gods had suddenly developed a personal grudge upon the Arcosian Empire, and as more and more planets had started to rebel against the empire due to this rapidly changing political state, it left people like him and his fellow officers to put these rebellions down.
However, it was getting much harder to put down these rebellions these days, and not just because the average power levels of rebel leaders were on the rise. The mighty NSFW, of which he was a high ranking member within, was in a heavy decline, having lost multiple of it's strongest warriors in a row. All that was left in terms of figureheads were himself, the General's daughter Ise, and some third guy who he had never met, and at least in his own opinion, that was not enough, as the Force had shrunk down to only a fraction of it's former size.
Not all was lost however. The force may have been lacking in members, but there was one last tool that he had in his arsenal, which he could pull in case the Force got desperate. Military drafts were not something that was done with a light heart, but they were an incredibly fast way to build up an army, and while they didn't mesh well with Azoth's leadership, he was at the very least okay with Mint's rulership, since as far as he knew the current ruler had no part in Hibernal's death.
As such, with a heavy heart Lamina looked down to the draft he had written down, that he was prepared to hand off to Mint for review. There was no telling how the emperor was going to react to them, but it did contain at least two important details that he had written down which were hopefully going to make it easier to swallow. One of these was the recognization of the New Space Force Warriors... or at least Lamina's side of the Force. The other meanwhile was a distinct set of rules in regards of drafting, banning the use of child soldiers as well as of those who had mental handicaps, while also placing fierce restrictions on those who had physical handicaps but no mechanical prosthetics to make up for it.
That wasn't for a few days however. For now, he was just going to relax and prepare for his speech, as he got reaccustomed to Arcose's temperature and gravity. The last planet he had been to, Planet Zoon, had 10x Earth's Gravity and now that he was on a much lighter planet, he could feel it well. With such freedom in his movements now, he started to walk forward, looking out for anyone who'd have a higher than average Power Level.
After all, they could always be the next recruit into the Force should the need arise...
OOC
WC: 543 Words
PL: 5 (Antisense Off, Surpressed from 4000)
However, it was getting much harder to put down these rebellions these days, and not just because the average power levels of rebel leaders were on the rise. The mighty NSFW, of which he was a high ranking member within, was in a heavy decline, having lost multiple of it's strongest warriors in a row. All that was left in terms of figureheads were himself, the General's daughter Ise, and some third guy who he had never met, and at least in his own opinion, that was not enough, as the Force had shrunk down to only a fraction of it's former size.
Not all was lost however. The force may have been lacking in members, but there was one last tool that he had in his arsenal, which he could pull in case the Force got desperate. Military drafts were not something that was done with a light heart, but they were an incredibly fast way to build up an army, and while they didn't mesh well with Azoth's leadership, he was at the very least okay with Mint's rulership, since as far as he knew the current ruler had no part in Hibernal's death.
As such, with a heavy heart Lamina looked down to the draft he had written down, that he was prepared to hand off to Mint for review. There was no telling how the emperor was going to react to them, but it did contain at least two important details that he had written down which were hopefully going to make it easier to swallow. One of these was the recognization of the New Space Force Warriors... or at least Lamina's side of the Force. The other meanwhile was a distinct set of rules in regards of drafting, banning the use of child soldiers as well as of those who had mental handicaps, while also placing fierce restrictions on those who had physical handicaps but no mechanical prosthetics to make up for it.
That wasn't for a few days however. For now, he was just going to relax and prepare for his speech, as he got reaccustomed to Arcose's temperature and gravity. The last planet he had been to, Planet Zoon, had 10x Earth's Gravity and now that he was on a much lighter planet, he could feel it well. With such freedom in his movements now, he started to walk forward, looking out for anyone who'd have a higher than average Power Level.
After all, they could always be the next recruit into the Force should the need arise...
OOC
WC: 543 Words
PL: 5 (Antisense Off, Surpressed from 4000)