Punching out of hyperspace above the world of Kimm Aurek, the Glory of Sikyon, a Nu'ar Class Star Yacht owned by the ruling House of nearby Juvex, made haste to its landing zone.
On board, Periclades, leader of the House that bore his name and King of the world named it, was growing impatient. For years the Kimm planets, three in total, had ignored the Juvex; breaking away centuries ago from the Senex-Juvex Empire, they had allowed their petty fiefdom to exist in defiance of the edicts of his grandsires.
He intended today to ensure they saw the error of their ways. For the past decade, House Sreethyn, the controllers of the planets, had been under the vice-like control of their patriarch, who had, just this summer, passed in a hunting accident.
The fact he had personally ordered the 'accident' was neither here nor there.
It had meant that the titles over the three planets had become contested, with the patriarch dying without stating a line of succession. House Juvexia intended to stake their claim at the council of nobles and would do so in style.
Dressed in his uniform, a blade at his side and a pistol on his belt, Periclades intended to secure the claims for his children and by extension, bring the worlds into Juvex's control. Turning on his heels, he faced his family on the top floor of the yacht, and spoke "Stand up straight." he snapped at one of them "Remember, diplomacy first - force if it fails. Any questions?" he inquired, as he looked over his heirs and spouse, before casting his gaze back at the black armoured thugs of his Household guard.
On board, Periclades, leader of the House that bore his name and King of the world named it, was growing impatient. For years the Kimm planets, three in total, had ignored the Juvex; breaking away centuries ago from the Senex-Juvex Empire, they had allowed their petty fiefdom to exist in defiance of the edicts of his grandsires.
He intended today to ensure they saw the error of their ways. For the past decade, House Sreethyn, the controllers of the planets, had been under the vice-like control of their patriarch, who had, just this summer, passed in a hunting accident.
The fact he had personally ordered the 'accident' was neither here nor there.
It had meant that the titles over the three planets had become contested, with the patriarch dying without stating a line of succession. House Juvexia intended to stake their claim at the council of nobles and would do so in style.
Dressed in his uniform, a blade at his side and a pistol on his belt, Periclades intended to secure the claims for his children and by extension, bring the worlds into Juvex's control. Turning on his heels, he faced his family on the top floor of the yacht, and spoke "Stand up straight." he snapped at one of them "Remember, diplomacy first - force if it fails. Any questions?" he inquired, as he looked over his heirs and spouse, before casting his gaze back at the black armoured thugs of his Household guard.