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<span class="mu-b">”...What did you mean by that, Usis? I command you to tell me.”</span>
Usis pauses, but unable to deny a direct order from the Supreme Ruler, answers.
“When I look at you, I see a Supreme Ruler past his prime. It is purely because of your age-coloration condition. Logically I know we are both the same age; but I see you sitting there and think of your father instead, resting on his laurels after a long and fruitful reign, acting as the Supreme only until his replacement comes along soon to follow. I didn't want you to get worked up over something you don't have the time or energy to change. I apologize for this thought, your Majesty, but I tried to keep it to myself.”
<span class="mu-b">”Hmph. I do not wish to be seen as a tottering old man! By anyone!”</span>
You ball up a fist and slam it down onto the metal arm-rest of your throne, hard. It clangs, bending the metal very slightly. There is pain shooting up your elbow, and you squeeze your fist a few times to flex the muscles and soothe the pain from the outburst. It fades quickly, but a resident soreness remains longer then you'd like.
“...That's enough of this Consortium drivel. Other species in space don't have full holographic display technology, so they just use broadcast visual hyperwave signals that travel faster then light. Old style. Oh! I know, let me show you some sanctioned Kuwongit clan duels! That will surely be more enjoyable to you, your Majesty.”
<span class="mu-b">”Ku-What?”</span>
“Kuwongit. “Coo-Wong-It”. Farther up the galactic spiral? Expansionist, traditionalist species? Some clans been on and off fighting the Esaal for like, two hundred years? Oh nevermind.”
<span class="mu-b">”Why is his sword floppy? OH! It's like a whip sword! Look at the blood! Oh hoho! This was a <span class="mu-i">much</span> better thing to show me, Usis! Har har, excellent choice!”</span>
You are now <span class="mu-s">Usis Nanonae</span>, and you have some very important work to do. Despite your successful infiltration of the Urgi council's election; you have still been tasked with keeping tabs on the newly formed Accord government. Even just a few sticky beaks around will greatly help if they ever try to violate the terms of the Protectorate agreement. But while your Lord can take a break after his decisive war victories; something else has come up that must be your complete focus. The Aristocrat <span class="mu-s">nerve cluster</span> recovered from the campaign.
