Night
All was not well.
From atop the Coalition High Command tower, Regrad could see for miles in every direction. Mountain peaks, pale and frigid, stabbed at the sky above while below watery rapids cut zig-zag patterns through the range. The city of Az was distantly visible, spires and skyscrapers nestled around the space port that marked Azguard’s main link to the outside world.
Alone on the windswept observation platform that crowned the tower’s peak, Regrad let his eyes rest upon the distant city, waiting. A few bare columns of artificial light, the swift flashes of starship traffic, this was all that marked Az in the gloom of night. Nevertheless, Regrad focused on it, waiting.
He was waiting for dawn.
Checking his chronometer, Regrad was reminded he might be waiting a while longer.
At length, a loud metal thunk broke the stillness and a trap door a few meters away from Regrad popped open. A scarred and thick-set grey head popped up, squinting its’ yellow eyes at Regrad in the gloom. “Mr. prime minister, what are you doing up here so later - er, early?”
“Stand with me, Yolem,” Regrad replied. Complying, the Azguardian general climbed on to the roof and took up a position next to the prime minister. “I’ve been sleeping less lately. Sleeping less, yet doing less with my days. Inevitably, I’ve run out of things to do. So I wait.”
“The House voting reopens in a few hours, sir.”
“It will be deadlocked again, no doubt.” Regrad sighed. “We have stagnated these last few months, worst of all in the House. Another round of defeated motions and debates won’t change that.”
“You sound troubled, sir,” said Yolem, who shifted uncomfortably. “With respect, is there something you want to talk about?”
“If there was, do you really think I’d have spent so much effort to be alone for a few hours? No, Yolem, I just need some time to watch the horizon, see the sun rise.” With a dejected sigh, Regrad added “If only to remind myself that it still can.”
“The works of Yunos are invigorating to behold,” said Yolem, the conviction in his words causing Regrad to flinch uncomfortably.
A few minutes passed as the two looked out towards the town, the wind gently billowing by causing the flag above them to whip and crack. “Permission to speak freely, sir?”
“Granted, as always, general. As you should assume.”
“Something is wrong, isn’t it? Things have been... different lately. It’s hard to explain.”
“It’s very easy to explain, Yolem,” Regrad replied with another dejected sigh. “Disillusionment. It is a bitter taste indeed. The best laid plans of gods have failed, or maybe we failed them, or maybe we’re wrong. It’s a bitter pill to swallow.”
“How long has it been since you’ve walked among the people, sir?”
Caught off-guard, Regrad, shot a puzzled glance to his closest compatriot. “What do you mean?”
“The Coalition is different, yes sir, but maybe you haven’t been spending enough time with us. The Azguardians. The great prophecy is still alive in our hearts, sir. To hear you speak of disillusionment and to see you in such melancholy... I think you have begun to confuse the purpose of our people with those of the Coalition. The gods laid down their great proclamations four hundred thousand years ago, do you think all their designs in that time have been dashed by a few months of our work?”
Regrad seemed to consider this, rubbing his chin slowly while looking off towards the city. “I have walked with gods and emperors, Yolem. I have seen ships burn off the orbit of alien worlds, passed through the gates of golden palaces built for rulers of the stars, I have made friend and foe out of billions - no, trillions. Some... detatchment is only natural. Maybe even healthy.”
“Some, maybe,” said Yolem. “But... and I say this with the greatest respect for you, sir, you have become more of the galaxy than of the people who raise you up as their lord, chosen by the gods. When we see you, it’s on viewscreens, standing on alien worlds, making speeches alongside people most Azguardians have never seen before, let alone interacted with or understood.
“The wars are distant crusades only dimly understood. Our enemies and allies are spoken of like mythical demons and angels. The technology of the galaxy is still new and untested. Hell, most of the Azguards who work with us here in the tower are one-brained, have you spoken with two-brainers lately? They’re like children. Children who need guidance, from their gods and their lord.”
“A well rehearesed speech,” said Regrad, with a wry smile. “You’re lucky Viryn has long-since moved out, or I would suspect plagiarism.”
A few moments passed as the two continued to watch the horizon. At last, Yolem saw fit to break the silence. “The sunrise is just as spectacular from the city, or so I’m told.”
“Is it?” said Regrad. “Maybe I should check it out.”
“I’ll take care of business while you’re out,” said Yolem, as the two turned back towards the trap door.
“Just leave it on my desk for when I get back,” Regrad replied with a wave. “I shouldn’t be gone long. A walk would do me good.”
All was not well.
From atop the Coalition High Command tower, Regrad could see for miles in every direction. Mountain peaks, pale and frigid, stabbed at the sky above while below watery rapids cut zig-zag patterns through the range. The city of Az was distantly visible, spires and skyscrapers nestled around the space port that marked Azguard’s main link to the outside world.
Alone on the windswept observation platform that crowned the tower’s peak, Regrad let his eyes rest upon the distant city, waiting. A few bare columns of artificial light, the swift flashes of starship traffic, this was all that marked Az in the gloom of night. Nevertheless, Regrad focused on it, waiting.
He was waiting for dawn.
Checking his chronometer, Regrad was reminded he might be waiting a while longer.
At length, a loud metal thunk broke the stillness and a trap door a few meters away from Regrad popped open. A scarred and thick-set grey head popped up, squinting its’ yellow eyes at Regrad in the gloom. “Mr. prime minister, what are you doing up here so later - er, early?”
“Stand with me, Yolem,” Regrad replied. Complying, the Azguardian general climbed on to the roof and took up a position next to the prime minister. “I’ve been sleeping less lately. Sleeping less, yet doing less with my days. Inevitably, I’ve run out of things to do. So I wait.”
“The House voting reopens in a few hours, sir.”
“It will be deadlocked again, no doubt.” Regrad sighed. “We have stagnated these last few months, worst of all in the House. Another round of defeated motions and debates won’t change that.”
“You sound troubled, sir,” said Yolem, who shifted uncomfortably. “With respect, is there something you want to talk about?”
“If there was, do you really think I’d have spent so much effort to be alone for a few hours? No, Yolem, I just need some time to watch the horizon, see the sun rise.” With a dejected sigh, Regrad added “If only to remind myself that it still can.”
“The works of Yunos are invigorating to behold,” said Yolem, the conviction in his words causing Regrad to flinch uncomfortably.
A few minutes passed as the two looked out towards the town, the wind gently billowing by causing the flag above them to whip and crack. “Permission to speak freely, sir?”
“Granted, as always, general. As you should assume.”
“Something is wrong, isn’t it? Things have been... different lately. It’s hard to explain.”
“It’s very easy to explain, Yolem,” Regrad replied with another dejected sigh. “Disillusionment. It is a bitter taste indeed. The best laid plans of gods have failed, or maybe we failed them, or maybe we’re wrong. It’s a bitter pill to swallow.”
“How long has it been since you’ve walked among the people, sir?”
Caught off-guard, Regrad, shot a puzzled glance to his closest compatriot. “What do you mean?”
“The Coalition is different, yes sir, but maybe you haven’t been spending enough time with us. The Azguardians. The great prophecy is still alive in our hearts, sir. To hear you speak of disillusionment and to see you in such melancholy... I think you have begun to confuse the purpose of our people with those of the Coalition. The gods laid down their great proclamations four hundred thousand years ago, do you think all their designs in that time have been dashed by a few months of our work?”
Regrad seemed to consider this, rubbing his chin slowly while looking off towards the city. “I have walked with gods and emperors, Yolem. I have seen ships burn off the orbit of alien worlds, passed through the gates of golden palaces built for rulers of the stars, I have made friend and foe out of billions - no, trillions. Some... detatchment is only natural. Maybe even healthy.”
“Some, maybe,” said Yolem. “But... and I say this with the greatest respect for you, sir, you have become more of the galaxy than of the people who raise you up as their lord, chosen by the gods. When we see you, it’s on viewscreens, standing on alien worlds, making speeches alongside people most Azguardians have never seen before, let alone interacted with or understood.
“The wars are distant crusades only dimly understood. Our enemies and allies are spoken of like mythical demons and angels. The technology of the galaxy is still new and untested. Hell, most of the Azguards who work with us here in the tower are one-brained, have you spoken with two-brainers lately? They’re like children. Children who need guidance, from their gods and their lord.”
“A well rehearesed speech,” said Regrad, with a wry smile. “You’re lucky Viryn has long-since moved out, or I would suspect plagiarism.”
A few moments passed as the two continued to watch the horizon. At last, Yolem saw fit to break the silence. “The sunrise is just as spectacular from the city, or so I’m told.”
“Is it?” said Regrad. “Maybe I should check it out.”
“I’ll take care of business while you’re out,” said Yolem, as the two turned back towards the trap door.
“Just leave it on my desk for when I get back,” Regrad replied with a wave. “I shouldn’t be gone long. A walk would do me good.”