The Donmeng River Delta is a revered place on Alsakan for a number of reasons. Its first goes to its ancient history - the now-palatial river's pristine waters' once housed the first colony on Alsakan. Secondly, and more relevant for today's players, the Donmeng River Delta is home of the annual Alsakan Wargames, where the military elite that protect the planet's interests gather to settle grudges and test their strategic skill against one another. Members of noble houses, knightly houses, merchant estates, and peasants alike gather on elegant, floating houseboats for weeks at a time to just observe the festivities surrounding the war-games.
But the real honor is in playing them. And the glory in winning. That is what brought Makari de Nolay, Senator of Alsakan, out to the games today - an unorthodox attempt to win the hearts of his people. It was highly unusual for a senator to actively lead a team in the Wargames. But alas, as it was not transcribed in the Ancient Codex of Customary Gestures & Etiquette, there was nothing the stodgy elites could do to stop the Senator from entering. If the upstart Senator wanted to make a fool of himself, all the better.
Makari snorted, imagining the horrified looks on those pompous, old cretins' faces when they saw his inevitable victory. His performance in the Wargames would cement the legacy of House de Nolay for generations, and be the first act of his great galactic narrative. Unifying Alsakan was the first step. The idle nobleman lazily sipped his wine aboard his quiet raft, occasionally signaling to his attend for refills. The goal was not to get drunk, but you would have to be missing a heart to avoid sipping a galactic vintage on the Donmeng.
The sun began to set on the river, setting the gentle surface ablaze with bright, bronze and oranges that stretched across the horizon. Tomorrow, the games would begin. A barge with a theater troupe covered in flamboyant, imaginative costumes depicting heroes and beasts of legend sailed to the center of the river - a signal for the beginning of the Wargames' Opera. This would be the best time to strategize with his new cohort of mercenaries, his ace-in-the-sleeve for this year's game.
Victory would taste far sweeter than the Corellian riesling he currently enjoyed.
@Mr. Teatime
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