Fiction:Great Xonexian Schism/The Giant Stirs

Since its return to prominence on the intergalactic stage, the had become an entity to be respected, admired, feared and hated as one of the Xonexi cluster's foremost powers. It had a direct hand in forming the and its influence both in the irganisation and in the  arguably holds the most weight when international politics are ocncerned. Yet for all this majesty and influence, the Orin War brought not warrior spirit, but indecision to the marble floors of the Grand Senate. The prospect of a direct conflict with the combined the resulting abscence of support in its allies in the  and more extremely the thought of marching under the banner of younger civilisations left senators in an increasingly tense situation that could not be resolved.

In response to the growing concern, drastic steps were be taken to restore confidence in the senate and among the people in preparation for the giant that is the Imeprium to square off with confidence against the more dangerous and sinister Delpha Coalition of Planets that promised a conflict that could potentially destroy both or at the very least leave large tracts of the galaxy in ruin.

As paragon, held responsability to shoulder the burden bestowed upon him by his own senators if the Imeprium was to have any chance at surviving or retaining its reputation amongst the rising stars of the Milky Way.

Indecision
Uriel headed though a gilded tunnel within the halls of Alcanti's Grand Senate House with Davius, his proctector, at his side. Even before emerging he could hear the bellows of debating politicians, it was one of the aspects of being a leader he liked least. He knew that everyoe inside had their own agenda, their own outlook on the stirring war in the Milky Way.

As his eyes adjusted upon crossing the threshold and entering the marble-clad chamber of gold and crimson silk, his ears were assaulted with the sounds of giving a speech on the platform below. Resting his weight on the balcony along the seat reserved for Uriel was Torvos, his brother and the viceroy of the Imperium's Milky Way colonies. His face bore a grim expression as he looked down, watching thw ashen-scaled as he had his back to the two rotals, perhaps answering the queries of another politician. As Uriel walked around and rested his belly upon the stomach-rest of his plush seat, Torvos slowly turned his head to aknowledhe his paragon had arrived.

Torvos - The Homeland Council has been going at it for a tenday now, this indecision is beginning to grate.

Uriel turned his head to his brother and perked a brow, curious as to why considering the recent events that had been unfolding.

Uriel - Are they that undecided about whether to support our allies against the Coalition? Torvos - ''That is..almost. Exactly it - the viceroy turned with irritance over his brow - Half the council is concerned of the consequences, including most of the viceroies under my authority.'' Uriel - "Almost?" Torvos - There are some who wonder if getting involved in this conflict under the banner of the Arda'onisi is either foolish or damaging to their own sense of pride. Uriel' - Over two hundred millenia of advancement and still some nobles uphold an archaic value of pride.

Torvis shifted his arms and pushed ihmself up to rest his weight on his palms with a grunt, closing his eyes and looking pained.

Torvos - Some habits never change, brother. Uriel - Is the chancellor attempting ot dispel misconceptions? Torvos - ''In a way. The praetor he is addressing is Alanassa Soravitor Vena, who had the idea that you may be getting...intimate with the leader of the French Republic.''

Uriel darted both eyes to Torvos in shock and narrowed his eyes, dropping his jaw in shock.

Uriel - What brought her to spout such slander!?

Torvos merely chuckled and leaned back slightly, closing his eyes softly and expressing amusement.

Torvos - That gala she attended, the way you two spent an entire night in discussion, and the icing on the tart being that French villa she presented to you, House Vena has been jealous of Ultanos for years so she was bound to try and spout some slanderpublicly eventually, shame she had ot say it within the hearing range of both her egalparagus and the brother her paragavatus. Uriel - How exactly is she using this information to convey her case? Torvos - She claims you are contemplating support in purely order to gain her approval. Uriel - So what you imply is my word is tainted by the implication that I may be doing this to appease what several believe to be inferiors? Torvos - Precisely.

Uriel slumped in his seat with his arms folded under his collar, scowling with frustration.

Uriel - The Senate severely tests my patience at times. Torvos - They are merely looking out for their own interests. Uriel - And if the Coalition learns of our connections? Torvos - By then it may be too late to respond. Uriel - ''I would rather end this discussion objectively.

Torvos leaned closer to Uriel and uttered in a softer tone while the voices i nthe senate began to rise in volume as senators both attacked and dismissed Alanassana's spiteful accusation.

Torvos - ''For a while I have been in contact with a millenial. He was once a prestigious illuminate of the Royal Academy who resides in an estate within Drkaonmi Terevus who studied the Arda'onisi. Uriel - ''A millenial? How sure are you he will aid us? Torvos - ''I am not certain, two centuries after he entered immortality care he almost dropped off the grid were it not for continuing with publishing work in scientific journals. Uriel - ''So our possible hope turned inwards. I do not know if a millenial scientist would care for our plight or our reasoning behind joining under our banner. Torvos - ''But you know the millenials are wiser than most. The Arda'onisi are his life's focus, hopefully he can offer insight. Uriel - ''If you insist. Can you notify him? Torvos - ''I will prepare a shuttle. For you, discretion is advised''

Uriel stood out of his seat alightly uneasy but nodded to Tervos al lthe same, who returned to observing the senate debate below him. Uriel entered the tunnel out of the auditorium with Davius following him closely behind, the thought of this millenial began to occupy his mind more and more. He hoped that in the time spent chasing this suggestion the could continue fighting on a favourable theatre. The updates provided by French Intelligence, fiction:Laurene Maxime and the Royal Intelligence Agency had put him at ease as so far the war had yet to involve fighting the DCP directly save for a single but disheartening incident in the. But he hoped for now that this was the most severe the League would face until the Imperium finally came to a decision and moved to protect its trusted allies.