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...In short- you don't want to be the first <span class="mu-i">blonde</span> Supreme Ruler. You don't want to be thought of as special or uniquely qualified just because of your fur's color. You don't want there to be any question of your competency or legacy solely based on your special minority status. This is why you chose to emulate the robes and persona of past Mainlanders- you are every bit as capable as them- you need to sell it just with a look.
And it's more to it then that too- your family. The <span class="mu-i">Val</span> family has become a blonde family by the breeding program- but it is not of the Hegemonic elite. The Garastras, Takars, Nanonaes, Anaks... and the Dulioans, who have since left the Hegemony proper for the Hazaar-Vassal-States, which is quickly becoming your empire's penal colony. There are already whispers of the impact that a removal of one of the noble houses could bring- for the sake of stability- it could be replaced. How incredible would it be, then, that your actions as the Supreme Ruler could elevate House Val into one of the <span class="mu-i">noble houses</span>?
This mask hasn't been worn in thousands of years. It's been preserved. Even the most infamous and great Supremes of the past hundreds of years of the Space Age and even long before it- none of worn it again. This is a big moment. This is the time when great things will happen- invariably, and you uniquely sitting at that crossroads.
You can feel the incredible energy in this room. The men around you... are scared of you. Or anxious? The mask you hold is making them this way. There is a strange sensation, and the intoxicating sense of power that comes from this antiquated piece of metal, that they almost want you to wear it. Like they feel the weight of what it means, and they want it. They want to be judged- they want to be controlled. They want the ruthlessness, and cruelty, the power of the Unspeakable to be unleashed- because it destroys doubt. All uncertainty and doubt will cease. It seems ridiculous that Jaxtian would want their greatest monster and predator to return, but perhaps the known evil is better then this alien evil. It's backwards, backwards as a Leraay's cock, but in a way it makes perfect sense. Perhaps for the first time, your physical presence has loomed over the room the way an Alpha male's does, the way a Supreme can command a room without even saying a word- the way things should be. It's a talent you never quite possessed, and now, by putting on one silly mask, you can harness the most fearsome persona of the Hegemony's history for yourself. To forge the destiny you wish. To elevate your family to the greatest heights. To assure your command and lasting legacy.
