Fiction:New Cyrandia Wars/Year Two/Rihanae Gambit

"It is unfortunate that this is the only way..."

- Tvrae Saeihr

The was formed in 03 NE to serve as a united front against incursions made by the  in the previously unexplored reaches of the. At the heart of this alliance was the feared Rihanae people, a once proud and noble people before their government's decision to join the Quadrantian. Though many welcomed this change, others have begun to question the Pact's war against the New Republic and must use desperate measures to accomplish their goals of peace in the region...

Prologue: Trouble at the Palace
The Palace of Majesty rose high over the temperate plains of Rihanae, the Cyrannian capital of the and the home of the, the alliance forged between it and the. Though perceived as a homogeneous people by outsiders, not all of the native Rihan accepted the presence of Rihanae Pact and even the Star Empire, which usurped power from the natives before the outbreak of the war. One such individual was Tvrae Saeihr, commander of the mighty starship Rei'karanha. A slender woman of long dark hair, Saeihr was adorned in a fashionable dress earning her glances from her fellow Rihan as well as nearby Vulrulans and Jenassians. Good, she thought. It was always the one least suspected.

Taking her seat at a long table in the Ballroom of the Palace, Saeihr watched as the Lord Lieutenant of the Pact rose to speak. As she watched with a raised eyebrow, the Jenassian woman spoke at great length about the imminent fall of the and thus would begin the ascendancy of the Jenassians and their allies to the seat of galactic power. The young Rihan commander rolled her eyes and nonchalantly interacted with her comlink, giving the signal to one of her subordinates. Across the room, she noticed one of her subordinates, a male Havran nod in agreement. Suddenly, the Lord Lieutenant stopped speaking and appeared to be gasping for air. Some of the delegates seated at the table rose to their feet in shock, though they too began fall to their knees, their lungs failing.

Rising to her feet, Saeihr sighed.


 * Saeihr: "It's unfortunate that this was the only way. You may have named this Pact after my race, but it is not truly Rihanae. We were once a proud, independent people but now we are under the yoke of the Quadrantian Vulrulan and the detested Regency. No more, I say. I will free my people if it's the last thing I do!"

As guards beamed in to help the besieged delegates and apprehend the criminals responsible, Saeihr and her subordinate beamed up to the Rei'karanha, which promptly disappeared into hyperspace.