Mob No. 81: “To sever worries about the rear.”
This new ship of mine is complete, but naming it is the issue.
The previous ship was cobbled together so I debated between Patchwork, Franken, and the wordplay Hatchpotch, settling on Patchwork for slightly smarter sounding cadence.
But this one’s entirely new besides the tuned flight systems, so I should pick a different name.
Changing a ship’s name means buying a new one, spending suitable money.
Gold-diggers loitering the guild ATMs will keenly catch such info and request loans from total strangers.
In total – Base price 3.85 million, modification 420k, workshop rental and assistance 49k.
Adding the 2.3 million radar and 931k for interior, procuring this new ship cost 7.45 million credits.
Considered Insurance for bought with insurance money, or Sa as it’s apparently a prototype code name, but the former makes the insurance payout obvious and the latter risks some arrogant protagonist type shouting about prototypes being too good for gross otaku like me while pointing a gun, so rejected both.
I decided keeping the impression the same would be best and deliberately left the name unchanged.
With the same beam cannons and proton torpedoes ordered, the impression should remain unchanged.
After thanking oyaji and his wife and the crew, I paid the final 49k for rental and assistance.
Before heading to the guild dock, I bought huge amounts of water and food at a commercial market.
Emergency departures happen, better prepared than worried as they say.
Naturally I also went to Animember and Seizaban, grabbing the new Ultimate Lord volume and season 4 anime data cards plus various doujinshi.
And learning from past tragedy, purchased a Guard Box – storage as sturdy as a black box. I’ll keep stuff inside that.
Parking my ship at the guild dock then heading to reception, I speak to Uncle Roans.
“Been a while!”
“Yo. Seems you finished the ship. What name did you decide on?”
“I’m keeping it Patchwork.”
“I wanna say what a waste but, don’t want lions coming huh…”
Normally it’s hyenas here but according to Uncle Roans, [Hyenas actually hunt well cooperatively, taking down prey as a team. Lions then steal that. Since hyenas can’t beat lions they’re forced to eat the leftovers. So I call those who steal others’ gains lions.] Makes sense to me.
“Please register the name then.”
“Righto.”
As Uncle Roans starts the registration process and I’m browsing job listings, emergency alert mail chimes simultaneously ring from all nearby devices including mine.
It states anti-imperial rebels launched a coup, attacking and occupying Marquis Saxisuye’s planet Gatohaga.
Marquis Saxisuye desperately resisted the initial attack to let civilians escape, launching 3 large transport ships with all citizens aboard.
But the rebels pursued to shoot them down.
Luckily the passing 7th fleet of the Central Suppression Force intervened, rescuing them.
Details were provided by the surviving Marchioness Saxisuye.
For protecting citizens at the cost of his life, the Emperor bestowed Marquis Saxisuye the title of Earl and awarded him the [Shining Fang Dragon Order] given for brave, outstanding achievements.
The private soldiers, stationed troops, and volunteers who fought alongside him received the title [Dragon Fang Soldiers].
And martial law will be enacted empire-wide in 4 hours it seems.
Stunned speechless along with Uncle Roans after reading this.
“This is serious huh. The guild will undoubtedly get requests.”
“The city might panic too right? Good I shopped first…”
Nearby mercs started celebrating more work while staff fretted over living situations.
But why issue emergency alerts? Shouldn’t they conceal it from citizens until resolving it, reporting after?
“No guild orders yet. You should head anywhere you can while possible right?”
At Uncle Roans’s suggestion,
“Yeah, I’ll swing by home and stuff first then.”
Taking advantage of his kindness, I left the guild.
Empress – Ruler Side: Third Party POV
A few hours before the emergency declaration is announced.
Within the imperial capital planet Hein’s palace, a young woman’s angry shouts echo through the wide conference room.
“Curses! To think they would commit such an outrage! If you resent me then come at me alone!”
The young woman with silver-blue hair, jet black eyes, and fair skin slams the table, glaring at the report set before her.
“Currently the anti-imperialists are unable to advance further due to the 7th fleet of the Central Suppression Force first on scene.”
The premier informs her of the situation as she openly vents her rage.
“As expected of Brigadier General Toonchid whom even pirates fear as the [Demon God].”
“Let’s send reinforcements while he contains them!”
“Best to conceal things from the citizens until it’s resolved.”
The attending conference members voice strategies one after another.
“We must thank Marquis Saxisuye for buying time with his life to let civilians escape.”
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The young empress, Amelia Franourd Ovarth, closes her eyes briefly in silent prayer.
Just then, the conference room receives a call.
While wary of the caller’s identity, the premier answers.
“This is the imperial capital planet Hein’s palace conference room. Who is this?!”
But the thin middle aged man with a toothbrush mustache appearing on the projection ignores the premier and addresses the empress.
[It has been a while, Empress Amelia.]
Seeing his face, the empress scowls.
“Marquess Fildeld Vastogues! So you’re behind this!”
[Indeed. However, my actions are for the empire’s sake. Due to the foolish laws your late father the previous Emperor enacted, [revoking nobility privileges], we rightful nobles have been disadvantaged.]
His tone is polite but expression and voice clearly look down on the empress.
“The [Imperial Reform Act]!”
Angered at her father’s policy being disparaged, the empress shouts the correction.
Unconcerned, the marquess continues.
[Despite repeatedly petitioning this, no improvements are seen.
Therefore we have begun acting to restore proper noble dignity, purging dissenting lower nobles and territory. We intend to continue this.]
The marquess strokes his goatee, satisfied.
[For Her Majesty who still fails to comprehend what constitutes proper nobility, further slaughter of citizens on your territories is surely undesirable no?]
Calling citizens resources, all in the room are appalled yet also enraged at the marquess.
[I also regretfully wish to avoid further civilian massacre.
But if our will continues to be ignored, further slaughter will be necessary.
If you understand our will, you will accept punishment for scornful treatment of us rightful nobles until now.
If you understand our will, you will abdicate the imperial throne and name me your successor!
Otherwise, we will continue civilian massacre. Well, take your time considering.]
Grinning, the marquess ends the call.
For some time, the extreme arrogance rendered everyone speechless.
“We should have thoroughly purged these malcontents!”
The silence is broken by General Sorrock Mauston, Planet Defense Fleet Supreme Commander.
“We must swiftly form a task force and exterminate those fools!”
The freshly elderly general goes beet red, breathing heavily.
“Calm yourself gramps. Can’t know if they’re all of them. Gotta check behind the scenes first.”
“It also appears the Nekirelma Star Kingdom is involved.”
“Those brazen cowards?! “
“Cornered cowards are unpredictable. So we gotta keep our cool.”
Fleet Admiral and Central Suppression Force/1st Fleet Supreme Commander, Jack Bardow Breskin, and Premier Terry Langeis Ovarth – the empress’s uncle, soothe the agitated elder.
The previously silent empress then speaks up.
“I will head to the front.”
“Y-Your Majesty! You must not!”
General Mauston, also her guardian in childhood, hurriedly attempts to stop her but,
“Fear not. I’ll take my imperial guard and other fleets, leave the rear to Duke Ovarth.”
“Hmm… Certainly if it’s the Duke…”
“Honored Grand-Uncle. May I request this of you?”
The empress addresses the old man waiting behind her in the conference room.
Stepping forward he says,
“Leave it to me Your Majesty. This old bone shall steadfastly guard affairs here. First I propose enacting martial law empire-wide. Permit only military and mercenaries to move.”
Bowing with deference, he promptly suggests actions.
“Informing even citizens and nobles… Is this normal procedure?”
The fully unconventional proposal makes everyone tilt their heads.
But the Duke simply smiles and states,
“To sever worries about the rear.”
Empress – Ruler Side: End
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