Long popular and unchallenged in her rule, Lady Gorakhan needed answers as she arrived back at Severus.
Three brothers and her sister all dead, three worlds lost, countless resources squandered, the main fleet, the pride and joy of every citizen across the empire, annihilated. Valiant men and women perished without burial, their names and faces forgotten. The costs were untold. Not even Gorakhan wished to estimate the full gravity of defeat. The loss of the senate seat, voting privileges revoked, all these swirled within her tormented mind. Under Lady Gorakhan the Decados had seen unprecedented success matched by a stunning fall from grace. But at least she had secured the Treaty of Cadavus, her only aim to protect what remained of her loyal followers.
Gorakhan mused for a while. She had betrayed the trust of a regent before. Why not seize the Severus media corporations and shut out dissent? Are a people not better off in ignorance? What does a farmer or factory worker need to know about worlds they will never see, battles they only hear fairy tales of, and mechanical monstrosities best left unspoken? Yes, she told herself, it is best to stifle any opposition, as my predecessors did and those that came before, dating all the way back to the early years of Decados rule.
Soldiers and resources were loaded onto hulking freighters, eager to return to the core worlds. The massive PTS weapons that were once aimed at the skies of Cadavus were turned to scrap.
The Lady Gorakhan wondered what all of the bloodshed had been for.Was it all worth it, to take the three relics away from the Lord of the Li Halan? Only historians will ever know. Perhaps one day they will sing ballads of Lady Gorakhan and her sacrifice, or they will curse her name for the ruin she brought upon her house and the blood that flowed at her own whims.
Turn sent.