[center][b]The Planet Kreno, The City of Silver -- the old capital[/b][/center]

Peter Marsal typed vigorously at his computer sitting upon his scratched and dented desk. His office was sunbathed and smelt of brimstone, the ashes of the war still swirling in the outside wind, and slipping through the cracked window to add their scent to his burning candles. Compared to the grey marred earth of the outside speckled with graveyards of crumbling spires and buildings, the dirty white tiles and scratched silver lining of the office seemed as if it was crafted in Paradise. The city of silver had seen the worst of the war, being the location of the first battle, and the most brutal. Images of what was done to civilians, soldiers, and politicians alike during the battle of Kreno haunts even the hardiest participants.

It was over now though, Peter knew that, and a new era of Innerzik was to begin. The screams of the past, and the warped memories caused by the trauma of war were drowned out with new ambition, new plans. A smile perched between his chestnut colored stubble, his sharp eyes focused on his work: a rough draft of the new constitution to replace the old and form the new order, but not first without the consent of the entire martial council. 

“Our beacon proved fruitful,” the hiss of Plash Shree followed the Muni as he entered the room, clinging to the overhanging shadows caused by furniture and shades. 

Peter looked up, the Muni wore only his state issued trousers, letting his pale and muscular frame soak in the heat caused by the sun, while avoiding its rays directly. The body was eerily similar to that of a human, with muscles in roughly the same areas, if not only longer and more lizard like in appearance, but under soft porous skin that felt as though it would rip to the touch due to it’s tender properties. Whiskers of black jutted out at a foot’s length from the aliens elbows, shoulders, down the spine, and shorter ones furrowed around the wrist and ankles, and some behind the ears. 

“Fruitful?” Peter smiled in apprehension for the news.

“Several systems conformed to our requests immediately, some hailed us as bringers of a new hope and order, our territory and influences spreads rapidly. Leaders pour in to pay homage, in faith that we can bring Pababa to this land. Peace at last.” Plash nodded, a clear look of hope in his own eyes. 

“It’s only a matter of time before the larger nations hear of us,” Peter nodded, “we are doing good, but we must prepare for retaliation.”

	“I do not think they would bother such a small area, especially one that only hopes peace.”

	“Muni ideology is lost on the world, Plash,” Peter flashed a grin, “they don’t care for our peace, and so the teachings of your Pabara claims we must bring them to peace to ensure true peace for all, by any means. What if a system does not conform? That puts us all at risk.”

	“I do not practice Pabara,” Plash squinted accusingly, “Pababa preaches we leave those well alone to ensure our own peace and to avoid unneeded conflict.”

	“But it is needed,” Peter steepled his fingers and leaned back in his seat, jutting his chin in dismissal of Plash’s words, “prepare the forces to mobilize at a moment's notice.” 

	“No,” Plash simply replied, “we must rebuild, add structure to our new order. Look I have written down the tenants of Pax-Ra-”

	“Save it for the council,” Peter cut Plash off, just as the Muni started to lift a piece of paper. 

	“I saved your hide, and your planet,” Peter continued, his fingers falling to grip his desk, and his face turning grim and annoyed, “ as per our agreement I wiped it from the records, but know this, I’m sure some mention of its location is floating around somewhere, and it would be quite a shame if suddenly I didn’t feel the need to be responsible for its isolation.”

	Plash winced, his opaque eyes dimming behind his sunglasses.

	“Prepare the troops for expansion and retaliation, I want hard training, I want the Muni behind me,” Peter leaned forward, his tone harsh between his teeth, “yes?”

	Plash clenched his jaw, “yes.”

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	Storming out of Peter’s office, Plash stomped into the hallway, black rings from explosions marring the white washed tiles. Almost immediately he noticed Pon Shen walking in his direction, eager eyes focused on Peter’s door. 

	“Brother of peace!” Pon called as soon as he recognized Plash.

	Plash did not stop, his eyes slits of hate, “I do not know how long we can support this human.”

	Pon stopped at Plash’s words, the other Muni already around the corner. Raising the muscle above his eye he hummed a thought.