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Meanwhile Mia Witkowski was snug-as-a-bug, gently rocked by the engine's sputters and the ship's shudders as the old Varney skimmed its way back to Anat. All the noise of the machinery pleasantly obscured the howling of the winds, but through the windshield still she saw them, as they carried up...

Yasmine is staring, the guards are half encroaching, half reproaching themselves - each troubled step slipping them in and out as their minds trickle through a dozen peripheral warnings and intonations. Voices are beginning to rise among the crowd, to each other, to the Princess. "Princess...

There is a knock at the door. The young servant goes to answer it, and Yasmine looks up to see a messenger, their cloak tassled with ivory white and the faux-glitter so recently in vogue, negotiate their way past the guard. They dare not ignore her, though, seated at the old oak desk piled high...

Decree. Such is her occupation, decrees. No thought of hers let free to the aether can be anything less. When, finally, she whispers a soft nothing, unleashes a heedless tirade; when her words collide with void and crumble (not crystallize); when she does not decree - then she is no more. She...

A wrinkle seeps its way between her brows, as if driven skinward by the unfurling of an undetected seed. "Captain," she intones, and the bald man moves as if he has never stopped a moment in his life, his strides - stretched out as long as they can be - tugging him across the room in moments...

One of many. The petitioners come, they go; they offer, they plead, they pontificate, they pry. She casts each aside with the simple convenience of bureaucracy, her seal pressed upon the words before they are sorted off into gold-brimmed baskets for ministers and aides and captains to...

There is always a gasp, or a murmur; a shuffling of feet and a 'tap-tap-tap' of shimmied pages' shoes sent scurrying off to carry out their soon-forgotten parts in greater machinations. A man can die in his house in great Yan-Tok and not a soldier's servant in the house next door will change a...

"What the hell?" Qi had been intermittently muttering, screaming, and shouting for the duration of their trip across the city. Now, as the engines whirred to life and she had an inch more awareness of this absurd situation, she squawked with a level of clarity and indignation that befitted her...

*A Few Minutes Earlier* She was no stranger to the various chemical depressants of the galaxy. Some of the flavours they had here on Tor Batouin were... exotic, for sure. But it wasn't impossible, within the Conclave, to find the best exports of the galaxy - for the right price. Here...