Romulan Empire Log | Flames of Empire | EnRiov Shiarrael t'Rehu

Posted on 241511.02 @ 12:07pm by Praetor Arrenhe t'Ahaefvthe

Mission: Reconciliation & Reconstruction [Fleet Plot]
Location: Various
Timeline: Current

[IRW Hhveir Ri'hwathech]

Argelian circled the conference table. “What is my sister’s status Shiarrael?”

“She is hysterical. None of the surgeons are sure what has happened to her. She is speaking incoherently. They currently have her sedated. Perhaps…”

“No. She had not lost her mind.” He said suspecting her line of thought “not over something this trivial. She is Rei’Krannsu. Something like this would not affect her.” The Senator stopped pacing and began to rub the light silhouette of a ridge on his forehead “you must ensure that news of her condition does not spread to Romulus. Not until we have solved the Galae’EnRiov dilemma. You must have the surgeons keep her sedated.”

Shiarrael shook her head “Imin will not do it nor will any of the healers under him. It is not ethical- nor will I ask of it him. I will not play these games. It is not what I came here to do.”

“If you do not keep it quiet there will be an uproar in the Senate. Everything will be thrown into disarray!”

“That does not involve me.” Shiarrael sat down in her chair and propped her legs up on the conference table’s top while crossing her arms. Her casual mannerisms appeared to upset the Senator as he seemed set for tirade but turned away and approached the large windows instead. She shook her head and chuckled. Some things never changed.

“Do you find this funny EnRiov?”

“I find you funny Senator. This blustering- whether as a politician or Galae’EnRiov you have not changed much. My crew will keep silent. I have carefully chosen all of them from houses and clans loyal to S’Rehu. So fear not about news leaking out about your precious sister’s current insanity. She will be isolated and well cared for. In the interim our focus must be on how to proceed. The Galae’EnRiov is gravely ill- he will not last long now. I am set to return to his bedside shortly for the final vigil. You must be prepared for that. We must also find a way out of this mess with the Federation. Undoubtedly some of your more foolish colleagues will call for retribution or war. Neither of which we have time for on the cusp of a full conflict against the Klingons.”

“The Zorek are already frothing like rabid thrai over this incident. They will likely to push their own into the position of Galae’EnRiov. If things do not go well-”

“That also does not concern me. You are the politician Argelian. Do not seek my advice. My only two jobs are to keep my crew safe and kill Klingons. Both of which I normally do quite well. I will not step into the hlai pen that is your arena. I’ve never enjoyed wading through their shit. Bedah.”

He spun and lifted his hand but his figure fizzled into oblivion before he could actually launch into a tirade.

Shiarrael lifted her finger off the disconnect button with a wry grin as she pressed her communicator. “Lai, my friend, if Senator tr’Verelan calls we are having communication issues. Some poor hnoiyika has entangled itself in the equipment.”

She could make out the trail end of snickers as the communicator flared “Ie, Rekkhai- and if he is insistent?”

“What can we do? Damn hnoiyika.”

[Romulan Senate]

The large entrance doors thundered open as a long entourage of Senators flowed into the chamber behind Argelian tr’Verelan and speaker t’Charvanek. On the opposite side of the chamber another large entourage was flowing in behind Senator Saeihr t’Vaien. As the opposing sides filled their seat the trio made their way to the center of the chamber which was illuminated by the tawny rays of morning sunlight as it poured through the skylights. T’Charvanek centered herself between AAnikh and Zorek.

“An urgent meeting of the Senate body has been called to discuss the incident on Earth-”

“We cannot let this offense go unpunished!”

“Tcht.” T’Charvanek snapped. The sound echoed through the chamber as the elderly speaker narrowed her eyes at the young and exuberant Senator who interrupted her “tr’Parnas I helped your mother wipe your bottom when you were an infant. Do not think that in my age I am still not capable of wiping the floor with you if you continue to act like a child. Now be silent.” The comment was immediately followed by a bevy of claps and cheers. Unaffected she continued “unfortunately Galae’EnRiov Takaram tr’Thrai was seriously wounded during the incident. We were informed shortly before convening here that the Galae’EnRiov has passed. Senator Argelian tr’Verelan has asked to address the body and I have granted my permission.” She stepped away from the center floor as Argelian took her place.

“This chaos that now engulfs the Empire requires steady leadership. We cannot allow our momentum against the Klingons to go to waste. We appoint someone with proven leadership. That is why I am nominating EnRiov Shiarrael Nn’Verih t’Rehu as Galae’EnRiov.”

Thunderous. Applause and shouts echoed through the chamber simultaniously. One Senator stood up and shouted “we cannot let that traitress lead the Galae!”

“She is a traitor!”

“Foolish!”

“Silence.” Saeihr stood next to Argelian surprising even the Senator who twisted his head around to look at the colleague who was suddenly in his space. Seeing the two adversaries together brought the entire chamber to pure silence. “I agree with the Senator. We cannot allow our momentum against the Klingons go to waste. They must be punished for their ignominy against us. Who among us has the proven skill and ability to throw those barbaric interlopers back to their space? Who?” She paused and waited. When no one responded and she smiled “silence. This is not the time for politics. It is the time for action. We must unite. I will support the nomination of Shiarrael t’Rehu.”

Silence filled the chamber for a long moment as the shock of an agreement required time for everyone to digest. Battles were easy…but an accord? Boring. It caught everyone off guard. Finally, one Senator stood and clapped while shouting “Rehu!” Others followed suit until the entire chamber was doing the same. The previous shouts of opposition were now a distant memory.

[Elsewhere]

He barely had time for his early meal before thunderous echoing of bootsteps filled the serenity of his dinner chamber. Shouting. Fervent walked. Tr’Vreenak set his spoon down in his spiced soup and waited for the doors to burst open. When they did he looked through his clouded eyes at the speck of blackness against the morning sunlight “Vriha- I am very patient in my age but even I will not tolerate this nonsense. Burst through my home like a horde of fvai and I will have you tossed out with the rubbish. Now what is it that has you so worked up?”

“You appointed t’Rehu as Galae’EnRiov? The Senate just voted and it was unanimous!”

“Is that why you are so animated this morning child?” He lifted his spoon and sipped his soup. After allowing the slight burn to subside he focused his attention once more at the pouting Riov in his dining hall “and who should I have support? Khre’Riov Volskiar? Or perhaps that young Tomalak brood? You want me to support an unproven military leader when we are near war? I am beginning to doubt what promise I had seen in you originally Vriha. We must deal with the Klingons. T’Rehu is more than capable of that.”

“Then you will get rid of her?”

“Get rid of what?” He slammed his fist into the table. “Do not speak such things in my house so casually. I will sooner slit your throat then have my head presented before the Chief Praetor.” He sighed “but this is my fault as I have not taught you better. You are young. Impatient. I understand these things but you cannot let those traits lead you to folly. No, I will not get rid of t’Rehu.” He paused and turned his face towards the warmth of the sunlight. “She is my grand-niece after all. I should support her. S’Rehu is not beholden to the AAnikh.”

[To be continued]