Post by Taiga on Dec 5, 2017 19:52:00 GMT
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The former Arcosian General walks through the streets of the Arcosian capital city, through crowds of various aliens, all who now will serve the misguided views of moderation and inclusion. Koldar isn't the only one at fault, Taiga admits. The problem started with Wyntre, and now is only exacerbated by their combined views. Abzerute possibly could have been a wall against this unnecessary change in culture, but he seemed to buy into Wyntre and Koldar's suicidal beliefs.
Taiga rounds a corner, making his way slowly towards the landing platforms. His ship, the Tyrannical, is still quite some distance away, but given what kind of thoughts currently are flowing through his mind, careful consideration is necessary. First and foremost, how he would handle his crew. They are loyal to the Empire, to their lords... would they also remain with it as it transforms into the disgusting Federation? Or would they choose their loyalty to him? In truth, it would be obvious; they had only been crewing his ship for a relatively short time. They did not have years of rapport to bond to him as their leader. No... They would most likely choose the Federation.
Should he kill them, then? Possibly, but ultimately it would serve no purpose other than to vent his frustration. Not one of them is a soldier, not even a fighter. Killing them would be equivalent to killing a gnat with a missile. Could they provide Koldar and the others with information about him, but none of it useful. No, there will be little to no point. Taiga is recognized by passing troopers, who salute him as he passes, but Taiga pays them no mind. If he suspects correctly, there may be a time when they end up dying at his hand. There is no need to show even the slightest acknowledgement.
Lost in his thoughts, Taiga eventually reaches the expanse where his vessel had settled, and makes his way to the ship. Soon, he boards the cruiser and casually heads for the command deck. Various crew offer him a salute, and finally the former General reaches his destination.
"Commander on deck!" the female Brenchian calls out. They all snap to attention, and await their orders.
For a moment, Taiga is silent, prompting quizzical glances between the bridge crew. Taiga closes his eyes and smiles.
"You are all being relieved of duty." Taiga announces calmly. "The Arcosian Empire is being reorganized into what your Supreme Commander calls the Arcosian Federation. For this reason, I have resigned as General."
Stunned looks pass between the members.
"But... Sir, why did you do that?" the squat alien helmsman asks tentatively.
"I resigned, because I will not serve the corrupted amalgamation of what was once a great civilization." Taiga replies, opening his eyes to observe the crew. "But you all still serve the Arcosian regime. Pack your equipment and your personal belongings, and debark the Tyrannical and await further assignment."
At first, none of them move.
"You are dismissed." Taiga adds, his tone forceful.
The looks on their faces tell Taiga that they are confused and upset by the sudden news, but they file out nonetheless. He would have no issues flying the vessel himself; he'd done it several times before. Once the entirety of the crew files off the Tyrannical, Taiga watches them head for the main facility before moving to the control console. Within minutes, the vessel lifts off the ground, retracting it's many landing legs, and rockets off through the planet's atmosphere. The blackness of space soon greets Taiga's eyes as he inputs various commands into the travel log.
He remembers something he had read ages ago, about how the original Planet Trade Organization splintered. The strongest of them formed the Arcosian Empire, the rest either destroyed each other from infighting, or simply seemed to disappear. But Taiga has no doubt; those groups most certainly still exist somewhere. And not everyone in the Arcosian Empire will obey Koldar's commands for reformation. For now, Taiga presses a switch and the Tyrannical vanishes into the void of space.
The former Arcosian General walks through the streets of the Arcosian capital city, through crowds of various aliens, all who now will serve the misguided views of moderation and inclusion. Koldar isn't the only one at fault, Taiga admits. The problem started with Wyntre, and now is only exacerbated by their combined views. Abzerute possibly could have been a wall against this unnecessary change in culture, but he seemed to buy into Wyntre and Koldar's suicidal beliefs.
Taiga rounds a corner, making his way slowly towards the landing platforms. His ship, the Tyrannical, is still quite some distance away, but given what kind of thoughts currently are flowing through his mind, careful consideration is necessary. First and foremost, how he would handle his crew. They are loyal to the Empire, to their lords... would they also remain with it as it transforms into the disgusting Federation? Or would they choose their loyalty to him? In truth, it would be obvious; they had only been crewing his ship for a relatively short time. They did not have years of rapport to bond to him as their leader. No... They would most likely choose the Federation.
Should he kill them, then? Possibly, but ultimately it would serve no purpose other than to vent his frustration. Not one of them is a soldier, not even a fighter. Killing them would be equivalent to killing a gnat with a missile. Could they provide Koldar and the others with information about him, but none of it useful. No, there will be little to no point. Taiga is recognized by passing troopers, who salute him as he passes, but Taiga pays them no mind. If he suspects correctly, there may be a time when they end up dying at his hand. There is no need to show even the slightest acknowledgement.
Lost in his thoughts, Taiga eventually reaches the expanse where his vessel had settled, and makes his way to the ship. Soon, he boards the cruiser and casually heads for the command deck. Various crew offer him a salute, and finally the former General reaches his destination.
"Commander on deck!" the female Brenchian calls out. They all snap to attention, and await their orders.
For a moment, Taiga is silent, prompting quizzical glances between the bridge crew. Taiga closes his eyes and smiles.
"You are all being relieved of duty." Taiga announces calmly. "The Arcosian Empire is being reorganized into what your Supreme Commander calls the Arcosian Federation. For this reason, I have resigned as General."
Stunned looks pass between the members.
"But... Sir, why did you do that?" the squat alien helmsman asks tentatively.
"I resigned, because I will not serve the corrupted amalgamation of what was once a great civilization." Taiga replies, opening his eyes to observe the crew. "But you all still serve the Arcosian regime. Pack your equipment and your personal belongings, and debark the Tyrannical and await further assignment."
At first, none of them move.
"You are dismissed." Taiga adds, his tone forceful.
The looks on their faces tell Taiga that they are confused and upset by the sudden news, but they file out nonetheless. He would have no issues flying the vessel himself; he'd done it several times before. Once the entirety of the crew files off the Tyrannical, Taiga watches them head for the main facility before moving to the control console. Within minutes, the vessel lifts off the ground, retracting it's many landing legs, and rockets off through the planet's atmosphere. The blackness of space soon greets Taiga's eyes as he inputs various commands into the travel log.
He remembers something he had read ages ago, about how the original Planet Trade Organization splintered. The strongest of them formed the Arcosian Empire, the rest either destroyed each other from infighting, or simply seemed to disappear. But Taiga has no doubt; those groups most certainly still exist somewhere. And not everyone in the Arcosian Empire will obey Koldar's commands for reformation. For now, Taiga presses a switch and the Tyrannical vanishes into the void of space.
