Saric Noms
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- Dec 31, 2018
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Saric squeezed in at the back. This was supposed to be the secret committee meeting for the future of the Empire and succession. Saric was not a committee member, but the thing about committees was that they were public events. The committee has tried to get around this by billing it as the committee for freight timetabling and listing it at this antisocial hour. Unfortunately, this had backfired as it was precisely this unusual timing that had brought everyone's attention to it. And so, here Saric was, in the dead of night in the capital, in a room too small for the hundreds of people who wanted to know what the future holds.
Moff Tillbury, he recognised having worked under him in the Gamor operation. The person in the chair's seat must be Moff Suberpim. He looked around for other faces he recognised.
Suberpim called the room to order. An expectant silence fell.
"Well I must say, there must be a lot of anoraks in the room. Who knew trade freight timetables could be so popular."
Tillbury retorted: "With all due respect, they know. Now pay them the same respect and get on with what we need to do. The enemy is at the gate and we need to know: are they an enemy, or to be greeted with an embrace as brothers - all forgiven?"
Saric could not read his face as to how the Moff wanted that last phrase to be taken. He thought there was an edge of cutting sarcasm
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