The grand hand-carved oak doors burst open. Leather boots stomp on the marble floor to an urgent tune. Nobles nervously mutter in the halls of the commons until a trumpet chorus plays, silencing all other sounds.
"All rise for the King!"
A shuffle of bums in seats is all that is heard as a large man gracefully steps into the hall. The two huge rows of parliament members bow their heads. The King raises his head as he inspects his loyal subjects. His grey, slick hair arrogantly bounces with each step he takes towards his golden throne that faces out to the masses. His towering figure covered in a deep purple velvet attire with gold trim and sparkling medals of honour abruptly stops as he gently places himself onto the pristine red cushion.
He slowly strokes his sharp beard, waving his hand with an extravagant air of swagger, urging the parliament members to begin their debate. A small man with a slicked middle part and small moustache comes forth, bumbling and stumbling to the feet of the King. "M- m- m- my King! I have news regarding the ongoing... feud with the Lashivo scum." The crowds on both benches react with rapturous noise and bounding sounds all around the huge hall. Half with cheers and an air of determination, the other half with anger and mocking jeers.
The hall of commons is split between two majority political parties, one preferring peace and passiveness with a left-wing political mindset. The other party favours a more right-wing approach, opting for a patriotic stance and being much more open to war against their rivals, the Kingdom of Lashivo.
A silence comes back over the hall in response to the King raising his hand. A military man arises, draped in medals and with wrinkles and scars all over his face, telling the stories of his expansive experience of fierce battles by themselves. He clears his throat, before bellowing out his message for the hall.
"They have gone a step further my liege. Last night at 20:39PM, our Eastern galaxy patrol team which protects the border between our Kingdom's went dark. All communications were lost. Zero response."
The silence is deafening, with a small of collection of gasps filling the air.
"A nearby civilian ship spotted one thing. A Lashivo Brawler ship fleeing the scene. Now, I see only one option for our great Kingdom. The rule of King Deidrich II has never been threatened, defeated or jabbed at, especially by such a shoddy Kingdom as the Lavisho Kingdom. On this chunk of Earth 900 years ago, our ancestors rose to such a glorious standing through three key principles - strength, pride and order. The shambolic Lashivo Kingdom may need reminding of this. The Baranians never bow to anyone... The Baranians never lose... THE BARANIANS WILL NEVER SURRENDER!"
The hall erupts in applause and cheers. Even the left-wingers stood astounded by such a patriotic speech. The King displays a wry smile, nodding his head at his Chief General.
He stands. He hushes the crowds with a simple hand movement. He opens his mouth...
3004. The fragments are at each other's necks. Since the 'Great Shatter' of 2025, Earth was split into 6 fragments run by 6 factions; Kingdom of Barania, Hypendor Federation, Kingdom of Lashivo, Republic of Prosopon, The Glacier and Golden Hell.
We follow a lowly pirate of the dishonourable Krucko Crew as he finds his way in this new life.
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