The Trace must flow.
Turn Sent
We have established 3 settlements on Pentateuch and 8 cities on Tethys.
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The young courtier dressed in bright blue and white livery ran as fast as etiquette allowed down the opulent halls of the Imperial Citadel skirting meek servants, puffed up senators and sneering guardsmen towards the office of the Regent.
Bounding around the final corner, he nearly collided with the strongest barrier on Byzantium Secundus: bureaucrats. The door to the Regent was packed shoulder to shoulder with a wall of gray featuring representatives of every division, subdivision, municipality and speculative committee all seeking an audience with the busiest man in the Empire.
Such a sight would cause despair in even the bravest Stigmata Marine, fortunately the young courtier had been prepared for such an eventuality.
Shouting at the top of his lungs, he cried out, "A parking spot just opened up in front of the building!"
With a inward gasp, every civil servant inside pushed and clawed their way past the amused courtier. With a snicker he entered and saw the Regent surrounded by a small army of tailors fitting him for another dull government dinner party.
A court secretary, reading from a film scroll bearing the Fleet insignia, was reciting, "...and Admiral Coligny has destroyed another Symbiot invasion force in the orbit of Stigmata. She claims that the debris field surrounding the planet is now so thick that it is sporting rings similar to Saturn, m'lord. She requests further reinforcements and another plea to have the spacelanes cleared of all other Ministry ships."
With a bored expression, the Regent dismissively replied, "We cannot bar the other Ministers from their duties, tell her to make do with what forces she is able and dispatch a portion of the fleet to Nowhere to deal with these, erm, what were they again?"
"The walking dead sire."
"Of course, that sounds more reasonable than what I was thinking of."
The courtier hastened past the assembly and frantically thrust a small datapad into the Regents hands. Scowling, Alvarex Hawkwood quickly palm scanned the lock and read its contents.
His eyes widened with shock,"Cancel. Everything. And contact the League. I need all their information relating to the Moax plague."