Cenerea, 3rd planet from the star Letria. Regalius, The Homeland, Central Region,
The Capitol City, Representative Santum's Office,
Forty-Five Cenerean Years Ago
"Representative Santum will see you now, Captain Browne," the lovely receptionist said leaning over the top of her desk.
"Thanks," the Confederation officer replied, admiring the woman's exposed cleavage. She stood and then, tucking her cap under her arm, strode into the politician's small office. "Those are really nice," the petite soldier said as she passed the lovely woman, pointing a finger at the receptionist's well-endowed chest. "I imagine those are really fun."
The woman blushed.
Connor Santum stood from behind his utilitarian wood and metal desk as the captain entered the room. He lifted a remote control device, silencing an information monitor on the matte gray wall of his office. "It's good to see you again, Captain...ummm?"
"Browne, Captain Elaine Browne."
"I apologize, Captain. I have had a lot on my plate recently. There have been two production worker strikes requesting additional food and an actual ground skirmish between some Central Region troops in one of the more poverty stricken apartment complexes," Connor said pointing at the news tickers rolling silently across the screen.
"Ah, I see," the woman said.
"I understand you are a busy person Madame Captain, so, I will cut to the chase, I find your, um, solution to these types of issues to be very ingenious and I really enjoyed our time over at the Arcturan mansion the other week." Connor laughed. "I know it was difficult for both of us to focus on any really deep conversation with a pair of redheaded Arcturan sisters between our legs, but I believe I caught the gist of what you were trying to say. In fact, this is why I invited you here today."
Elaine sat forward with her elbows on the knees of her white, dress uniform and her fingers pressed together. "May I be frank with you Representative Santum?"
"Please. I've seen you naked," he said with a grin. "Something I would gladly love to do again, but a bit closer."
The officer smiled back then let it fade away. "Connor, whether anyone wants to admit it or not, the Confederation is a failed experiment and other than you, no one in government has wanted to listen to me in regards to this fact. They can't bring themselves to acknowledge the truth of what needs to be done to provide a viable living situation for the whole of Regalius. The birth pangs of the problem are only now beginning to be felt," she said, pointing at the combat taking place on the large screen. "It's going to take a drastic move, one that needs to be taken very soon, mind you, to begin dealing with these issues or what you see in your home Region is going to be everywhere. At the current population growth rate, within ten years, the number of Regalian citizens will have become so great that even if we took every scrap of food possible from the Lavidians, at least one third of the Confederation citizenry would find themselves starving in the streets. The world as we now know it would spin out of control and someone will then begin launching missiles," the captain said.
"And your solution is to seize control of the Homeland and do what about this, exactly? I only remember bits and pieces at this point; I was becoming, erm, preoccupied."
Elaine grinned. "Well, the first thing that would need to happen is to build a Confederation-wide acceptance of a large centrally-controlled government."
"How is this supposed to happen? We can barely get some Regional citizens to look at each other, much less get them to talk," Connor stated.
"We give them a common enemy."
"Who?"
"This is the second part of the plan. We need the Sub-Regional lands to grow our own food. The scumbags that infest the woods and the other fertile areas aren't just going to leave without a fight. Once any fighting were to break out between them and Confederation forces, the media would just splash it all over every monitor out there and you and I would be out of a job," the captain said. "These wealthy Urbanites, no offense, love their Sub-Regional vacation homes."
"So, you want to make the Subs an enemy of the Confederation?"
"Yes," the captain said in response. "And the Lavidians."
"Lavidians?"
"Yeah, at some point in the future, we're going to need their land as well. Although, that is something to address another day..."
"I am interested in hearing your opinions on how that could be accomplished."
Browne, smiled. "One day. Let's just focus on the Subs for now."
"Very well, continue," the man said.
"Okay, so, when we are successful and everyone collectively hates the Sub-Region filth, we will send our troops in and clean things up a bit with full Confederation buy-in."
"I see, but that would take an army of willing soldiers and equipment we just don't have."
"Yet."
"Yet? Where would we get an entire army from?" Connor asked, incredulously.
"We would build it."
"Huh?"
"I know someone. A brilliant scientist that has a few ideas about creating an automated army and getting the Regions to buy into it without any arguments," the general said with a smile. "In fact, they will beg us for the instruments of their own demise."
"Then what?"
"I'm getting there..."
Connor leaned forward in his seat. "Okay, now that I have heard all of this insanity, I don't see how this will result in central control over the Confederation without a lot of deal-making and secrecy. I have no power or influence to pull any of it off, even with my Arcturan connections."
"That's why we're going to get you elected as Chancellor to Government."
"How?"
"You let me worry about that. You just run with things as they present themselves," the Captain said.
"You know, one breath of any of this and the whole plan would result in all out civil war!"
"Not if we can take over all of the missile defense systems, first," the captain said with a smile.
"If only it were that easy," Connor retorted.
"Yes, but what if it were, I have a growing cadre of Regional Defense Force officers and Regional leaders willing to follow you and I in pursuit of this goal. They can see the writing on the wall, too. Now, would you be interested in the job? We need a familiar face; someone who can keep the citizens calm when things begin to change. Your popularity numbers are typically very high, unlike some of these other politicians. The people trust you."
Connor grew silent for a moment, contemplating what he was just told. He laughed. "Fuck it, why not? Yes, I'll do it, but with a couple of stipulations. One, I get to name the new government and two, you leave the damn Arcturans alone, they're part of my family."
"Done," Elaine said. "Oh, Connor?"
"Yes."
"There's one other thing...a lot of people are going to die. Can you live with that?"
"Actually I had already assumed this was to be the case. In fact, I have a long list of people to throw in when the bodies begin to pile up," he said.
"Then welcome to, ummm, what are we going to call this entity, since it is your decision, now?"
"The Homeland, maybe?"
"Hmmm, that's pretty good," Elaine said. "It has a nice ring to it. The Homeland it is!"
"Doesn't it? Well, I have to get back to work. You and I will be seeing each other quite a bit in the future, I imagine, Captain?"
"Count on it. We have a lot to do to make all of this come together. I will keep you updated as to my progress." Captain Browne stood. "Um, Connor? Before I leave..."
"Yes?"
"Might I make one last request of you?"
"Sure, anything."
"Can you have your secretary meet me tonight at the Hotel Regalius. Room 42. I can't stop thinking about her and those playtoys she is walking around with."
"Mind if I join? I don't need to participate, actually, I would be just fine watching..." the man said with a nasty grin.
"Please do. I love to entertain," Browne replied, her eyes narrowing. "It'll be quite a show."
"Well then, we'll see you tonight, then."
"Wonderful."
You are reading the story above: TeenFic.Net