Turn Sent20 gems have been delivered for the Imperial Fleet near the Palace of Tethys as payment for the previous years electronics factory.
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A storm raged across tar soaked skies, the tall maxicrete towers of the Second Republic groaned under punishing lightning and their faces wept with torrential rain. A tempest such as this had not been felt in over a decade, and not a single star was able to piece the shroud which covered Byzantium Secundus this night.
It was not this violence which troubled the brow of Faustus Hawkwood as he gazed out upon Embassy Row from his richly furnished office. Nature would vent her anger, but it was the crimes of men that filled the Elector with despair. What felt like an entire generation of Nobility from several Royal Houses had been struck down within a few short years, what terrible revenge would be perpetuated now?
The future was the will of the Pancreator, but even the dullest serf could see that only more blood would flow. Was his life next for the assassin's knife? Would it be a snipers bullet as he spoke in the Senate? Or perhaps a
jala viper slithering underneath his bed sheets?
He grimaced and once more scratched the surgical scars on his chest, under which the cybernetic sensor measured his heart beat. If he should die here, then by the Duke's Command so will the murderer who takes it.
With an angry crash the Elector hurled his crystal chalice against the wall. And now a lunatics scheme was to be his last protection? Nothing could save his life against the Slayer's Guild. It was no comfort that his life was now worth equal to billions more lives in the Capitol.
He watched as the ancient cold orb painted Hawkwood blue was unloaded from the waiting lander and remembered the old family adage:
"
Even in death a Hawkwood repays his debts."
===========================================================House Hawkwood will not tolerate the terror that grips the Throneworld. Our House decrees that the life of one of our family is easily worth the entire planet of Byzantium Secundus. Should any Great Noble House, Church or League assassin think to harm him then they will unleash a holocaust which will forever haunt their name.
This horrific weapon will remain inert as long as the life of our Elector is left unharmed. Attempt to kill him and it will be
you and you alone that shall be remembered as the destroyer of the Empire.