Ambition, Manifest

[Matt the Radar Tech]

CSAPLAR​

HOUSE PALACE​

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The newly furnished office still had the new smell. The paint on the walls, a dull dark red, seemed as though it might still be wet. The chairs, desk and other amenities were stiff and had yet to be worn in. There was a distinct layout to the office, where placement of furniture allowed for sound to cancel out, negating the chance of naturally eavesdropping from opposing rooms or doorways. The desk itself was functional, with datapads and other items arrayed neatly and purposefully. No wasted space, nothing askew, everything orderly and controlled. That aspect was also conscious, with the intention of reinforcing perceived notions about the new owner, and manipulating others into making certain assumptions or adopting mannerisms.

Yet, of all the finely furnished accessories, none could compare to the view.

Outside, the city of Csaplar was alive. Most of the destruction from the Sith Empire's battle against the Jen'ari had been repaired, and the newer constructions were obvious in that regard. But the Chiss continued on, accepting what had happened, accepting the freedom, and accepting a new future. In more recent months the Ascendancy had returned to more isolated relations with the galaxy, for whatever reason. Some felt it was due to the underlying secretive nature of the Chiss, while others felt it was to rebuild and prepare. Perhaps it was a little of both, truth be told.

The silence makes me long for the bridge of a destroyer, Mitth'orn'eruod thought to himself, as he peered out the glasteel window. I suppose I will have to adjust and fight wars of a different nature some of the time, now.

Dressed in his crisp black uniform, however with none of the military trimmings, the newly appointed Aristocra for House Mitth instead wore his house symbol on his left shoulder. There were also burgundy finishes and piping across the clothing, minimalist but still fashionable. Not too dissimilar to the Admiral uniform Mitth'orn'eruod was used to wearing, a choice of his own design, to ensure he was able to remain in the right state of preparedness and awareness. The diplomatic field was still about strategy and winning battles, though far less injury and weapons fire tended to be needed...

The outer door chimed.

"Enter," Mitth'orn'eruod said simply, as he turned to regard the guest he was expecting. "It's good to see you again, Aristocra Mitth'oru'sabosen... please, come in and make yourself comfortable. Could I offer you a refreshment?"

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House Palace​

Csaplar, Csilla​

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The House Palace was once again a buzz with activity. The summer recess was nearly over with the Chiss Parliament set to officially start again in two days time. The Judicial and Legislative branches as well as the Executive would be ramping back up with the politicians returning from time spent on their homeworlds. Only the Defense Force along with Chiss Intelligence remained on the job continuously.

Mitth'oru'sabosen was no stranger at the seat of Chiss government. He had long served there in one way or another. After his stint in the Marine Corps as a military police officer, Oru went on to complete his law degree at the University of Sposia. He quickly rose up through the ranks of justiciars to become the Chief Justiciar of the High Court held on Csilla as the Sabosen family governed over the law and justice as well as health and education of the Ascendancy and its People.

Sev'ero'sabosen saw the worth of Oru and began grooming the younger man to become the next Aristocra of House Sabosen, making Mitth'oru'sabsen House Syndic; one step below himself and a very important position within the family at that. He also saw the value of the younger Sabosen's bright, beautiful, and accomplished daughter as a bargaining chip if need be in the game of power chess the families all played with arranged marriages. After Sev'ero'sabosen had his stroke, Oru stepped up into the role of Aristocra. It was a natural progression and he slipped into the position with ease and without falter; his mentor had seen to it.

Last minute preparations were being made by the politicians; be it staff acquisitions and finalizing accommodations for both office use and residential. The most important though was the cultivating of alliances that would be needed in the coming weeks as the Council of Families made up of the leaders from each House would consider matters of great importance regarding the Chiss Ascendancy and give their final say. Every Chiss family represented by their Aristocra got a vote, but the Ruling Houses had more pull thus whipping the lesser families for an aligned voting block on an issue became an art by the more powerful ones. House Sabosen was considered to be on the conservative side of things and believed in following the ideals of the Red Flame; something the Ascendancy had fallen away from during the time of occupation by foreign governments.

However, that had been rectified during the resistance movement led by a certain young, rising star of the Ascendancy that led to the expulsion and exile of the Jen'ari Empire and their Chiss puppets from Chiss space with the help of the Sith Empire and yes, the Confederacy of Independent Systems. The latter though causing more harm than good in the eyes of the Chiss after evidence of alleged war crimes by the CIS was uncovered. The Mitth family had taken the brunt of it unfortunately when Copero was devastated in the ground and space battle wagged there leading to the deaths of Miith'ern'eruod's father, the Aristocra, and his immediate family.

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Mitth'oru'sabosen stopped outside the entrance to the office of the newly appointed Aristocra of House Mitth. The elder statesman pushed the chime button on the wall panel, then awaited a response from the younger one presumedly inside as the two had an informal meeting scheduled. When acknowledgement came, the door slid open and in walked the confident and robust Sabosen dressed in a set of ornate yet practical robes for the chilliness of Csilla; the family colors of rust red represented in the intricate design on the outer robe's long lapel and belt worn.

"And you, Aristocra Mitth'orn'eruod... Congratulations on your appointment as head of House Mitth. Your father would be very proud of you and your accomplishments thus far," Oru nodded respectfully with a single cant of his dark yet ever so graying head, then the seasoned man stepped forward and presented the young admiral with a bottle of Merenzane Gold; and a very good year at that.

"This is a welcoming gift. A little something to help celebrate the political wins, lessen the losses, and keep the chill away in the long nights you will be pondering over all those datapads on your desk no doubt," the Chiss added with a knowing glint in his crimson orbs.

With that said, the older Aristocra took a seat and graciously waved off the offer with his hand. "I am good for now, thank you... So how are you settling in to your new role?"

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