SkyeOfStars
Legend
Kaithe Dame
Not a SayanSector Beau
Sector Beau, or one of the overlapping sectors that the protectorate known as the 'ISC' dwells has within the Administrative World of Beau, the sector's namesake. It is not the same sector of the senator under house arrest, but the confusing sector mapping of outer dominion sectors had led to lots of overlapping volumes never really addressed. That would be why they see jurisdiction for some Wenhausen mess. It is on the world of Beau the gilded palace is found, housing a long line of imperial senators who had in theory local connections with the area but as the demands of Terran conformity expanded, the detachment only increased... One may see this on the paradise world of Beau, where the Imperial Senator Maria Orange lives alongside various beach resorts on other islands.
The palace itself, a peach colored sprawling thing overlooks a tropical vista from which a small dominion transit craft flies towards. It is here that ornate layouts, gilded in brass decorate a chamber at a large palace-like structure. It is a mostly unoccupied place, with various bots mostly keeping things clean while some servants walk around the massive corridors branching out to various rooms filled with bureaucrats. And a bridge that leads to the larger central quarters where the imperial senator is housed.
Within those quarters, once finds a table filled with animated dolls play out some unknown play the imperial senator was watching. She proved rather transfixed on the 'dolls', as they stabbed each other with fake rifles and cry constantly about the tragedy that had befallen their fictional families. She was someone in her 40's, who despite being a senator had robes and attire more akin to a princess than a senator. The senator would however, be suddenly interrupted-
"Senator Orange, have you seen the news stream?" she heard from an all too familiar voice.
"Chief Vuttiger..." She mumbled in derision.
Vuttiger was a spindly man, with a ghoulish grin revealing reflective iron teeth. His eyes obscured by aviators and his head lined by a large olive cap matching an olive uniform riddled in winged peace-keeper insignias and medals to an unholy degree.
"Is this the time...?" She awkwardly replied before scrambling to hit a button on her seat. The dolls all suddenly dropped dead from the power going out. They made faint squeaking noise as they flopped over, lifeless.
"We have an insurrection from the so-called 'ISC', who from our intelligence are known to be whack jobs who want to form fiefdoms at the expense of the galactic project of our Dominion." Vuttiger ranted at the imperial senator.
"Oh how pathetic, monarchy is long dead a way of life!" the Imperial Senator says as her rose colored robes and family heirlooms glimmer from the ambient light.
Before the realization can dawn on her, Vuttiger began to formally tell the imperial senator what his plan is without so much a prompt, "What matters is that we need to put the sector on lock down. This could get out of hand. I'll take care of this local insurrection, it'll be a quick job. One madman speaking like a drunk crying for a fiefdom our peacekeepers can handle. But they shouted loud and that means there may be others out there who try to pour kerosene on this spark. That is why we need to lock this sector down, we don't want this getting out of control."
Maria Orange just looked at the spook, despite the odious aviators and with a bit of frustration replied, "Yeah... that makes sense. Let's go with that."
And before she knew it, Vuttiger is already gone without so much a trace of him and his damned grin.
"Fucking creep..." she said to herself before reactivating the miniature play and writing down a couple notes reading 'put a lock down on the sector, tell the emperor of a rebellion after My soul, Granger finishes.'
The dolls promptly reanimated, humming as they do so before continuing to stab each other and sing various hymns.
Planet Beau, Administrative office H37
In one of the various administrative chambers of the palace, some loud mouthed, bulky guy with a large mustache said in exasperation on seeing the message, "A lock down? Are they serious?"
"Rebels... Damn rebels..." He whispers under his breath as other members in the bureau of travel scramble to change the signals on various travel receptors to 'no entry' for the whole sector.
"How long until it's set up?" Some cadet piped up.
The guy replied to that Cadet, "May take a couple weeks, but once set up anyone who enters without Official Identification will have trespassing charges put on them and otherwise risk summary execution for violating the lock down."
"How the hell will we enforce that?" the cadet wondered.
"It'll tag them automatically and if our peacekeepers in the area see they're tagged, we light them up if they do not cooperate."
With a bit of skepticism, that Cadet stutters out, "But that'd..."
"Don't worry about it, we got the situation under control." The big mustached man assured the Cadet as they proceeded to begin work on signaling adjacent sectors to start the process of a lockdown.
Peacekeeper Base Fred Minor
"Chief Peacekeeper Vuttiger is here..." one of the people at the station announced as a Dominion transit craft landed in the hanger bay. The hatch opened up with a ramp that slid out, a ramp that the spindly Vuttigier walked out from. The other people at the station flash hails of respect towards the guy as the local captain of the base approached Vuttigier, of whom showed relief at the sight of the iron grin.
"Vuttiger, do we mobilize against the traitors? We do not know how big their forces will be but we must act now!"
"We will mobilize a small brigade to apprehend the traitor, should they not comply the lock down will make them comply sooner or later."
"...A lockdown...? At this time? How do we know loyal citizens of the Dominion do not get caught in that?"
"They won't, and if they disobeyed the orders that the lock down clearly sends to unauthorized vessels, than they were not loyal to begin with."
"A bit harsh? I do not mean to question your judgment, it's just that the local trade guilds in the area may-"
"Don't worry about them, there is a method to all this. You do not need to fret yourself with the complexities, they obscure the simple way you put arrogant sector lords in their place- taking their toys away. We also want to make hard for anyone else to hand them their support, to make that price to high to pay. Protectorates and their entitlement need to be reminded what happens when they bite our helpful hands." Vuttiger tells the local commander, of whom just nods in the base as multiple other ships begin to take off.
"We have begun to dispatch Peacekeepers to the problem system, Vuttiger we have this handled. Our brigade of 20 ships should handle the situation just fine. They are quality vessels, armed with the best railguns in the galaxy!"
Vuttiger pauses for a bit before with an almost growl-like hiss asks, "... No mass drivers...?"
"Vuttiger... Why would we need those? Aren't we just arresting a criminal?"
"We do not know the severity of the situation at all, they made a loud signal. Why were they so loud and non-discrete? To rally to someone, call out to someone, to disrupt the cosmic order and bring in vultures. Chaos is what they want and we must reply to chaos with the greatest assertions of order we possibly can."
"That is a bit much for an insurrection this new, Chief?" The captain protests. "We can't afford another bombing incident!"
Grimacing his Iron teeth Vuttiger begrudgingly replied, "Fine. Do what you can with this brigade, but it will be your life and reputation on the line. You mangle this, the problem will be that much harder to handle."
The bulky Captain proceeded to see Vuttiger off. The rather unremarkable captain gets into his vessel and begins the trek to Wenhausen through the local hyperlane with twenty fine vessels armed with railguns, laser interceptors and the standard dominion alloy with nuclear powered thrusters booming away to the distant stars.
The TDF Executive - Otto's Quarters
The long delayed signal reached the emperor himself, already just trying to watch his Denebian Slaughterfest as the capital ship is en route to some other place, even he isn't sure where the hell that ship is going anymore. It's not his problem, until some other kid comes busting into the door and now it is. For that thirty something kid came in with the message the whole galaxy probably is going to hear- that some nutters in the Beau Sector started a rebellion.
The Emperor proved unhappy, the poor messenger was dealt this following rant, "Rebellions, fucking hell. I just wanted peace. Stiffy Stabbs was all I wanted to worry about this year, but now there's a secession after I made that speech. That speech should have put an end to the rabble, they just can't wait can they? We got a galaxy to conquer! A whole galaxy! We can't be playing division right now, we have to make the galaxy ours! Whatever, just be sure Maria Orange handles it since we have bigger problems to attend to that whatever lunatic is doing whatever somewhere in this vast Dominion. We have to have focus, these people are wasting so much time, I hate it. I just... want to have... the... peace. Yeah... peace."
The frustrated emperor just sorta slumps back into his seat and resumes watching Denebian Slaughterfest, just hoping Ms. Orange can handle the trouble there.... and the other guy... whoever he was.
