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The next to the stand was a noble man who appeared battle hardened from a simple glance at him. He wore red just like any other, marking him as a fighter in the previous wars. He walked just like a pilot of a Knight Crusader would as they searched for targets. In this his eyes searched both before and behind himself as he studied the crowds.
Upon reaching the stage he gave a bow as if meeting a King, “Fabricator General, I, Duke Helmnet of House Kater am honored to be in your presence today.”
“And the same to you, Duke of House Kater.” TalOS told him as a hand was waved, “Protocol 11544 was invoked, so you have no need to lower your head. As for the matter at hand, I give you permission to speak.”
“I thank you Fabricator General!” He said as he raised his head and began to speak with the voice of a trained herald, “The lands that we have conquered across the sector are ripe for exploitation. The majority of my fellows have already finished destroying the local Mega-Fauna and started clearing the lands for use. What I ask of you though is assistance in the next step, where we convert our lands into fields for the harvest.”
The man took a deep breath so that his voice would be carried through the hall. As standard the Vox Speakers were trying to assist him but it was obvious his entire life was trained without them so the need was not there.
“What is requested is peasants to work the land and your wonderous machines to assist in our production. We, the Knights, cannot grow the wheat and barley that your other worlds feast. Even now, with agreements with those like Magos Artemis, have left us struggling to match the quota set by agreement.” He bellowed a hearty declaration that seemed to be of a place of experience instead of the cold logic of the Magos, “When our production increases I know that peasants will come to match what we can supply, but we need to create lands that they can settle and reap the crops that we wish to sow as well as the tools needed to commit these acts.”
With those words made he gave a bow, “That is what is needed my Lord. Please, if you will, sponsor our lands so that we may grow the Federation for you.”
TalOS gave a nod as he heard those words, “The assembly has heard it, Protocol 23233, remain here to hear judgment.”
