Chronicles of the Empire Author's Note: As I look back on some of my old works, and look forward to time I will have while my ship is out hunting yet another submarine, I decided to go down a slightly more productive path than beating the pulp out of the same video game for the hundredth time. I decided to put my writing abilities to work and I am rebuilding one of my more looked upon pieces, Chronicles of the Empire; a non-sense look at the inner-workings of an intergalactic empire bent on domination of all known domains, both cameo and originalâ€¦ and the consumption of gratuitous amounts of candy. I do also realize that I built two beginnings to a promised sequel which never seemed to come to fruition. It is my hope that upon completion of this completely rebuilt Chronicles of the Empire that I may be able to actually produce the sequel as promised when the time comes. P.S. Thank you Morale, Welfare and Recreation (MWR) committee for setting up WiFi on the pier while my ship is visiting the Philippines. Due to this, Chronicles of the Empire can start over a month ahead of schedule. (Instead of waiting for return to home port in Yokosuka, Japan.) This work of fiction has been rated "R" by the author for adult language, violence and some gore. If you are easily offended by such things, I suggest you exit now. You have been warned. I'm posting the Prologue now, with Chapter One expected to come out tomorrow or Friday after I finish proofreading and last-minute polishing. I'm not sure on the schedule after that. It is dependent on future availability of WiFi. Prologue: "For the sake of the people of Osea's safety, we must be allowed to build arms! We can no longer stand by and let the aggression of our neighbors trample our nation while we wait for your so-called "Peacekeepers" to come to our aid!" "Captain Akmola, the U.N. Security Council understands your... situation," Rep. Marcus Bolton of the United States murmured as he thumbed through his pages of notes. "But the Osean Federation cannot be allowed to build more weapons of warâ€¦ Not after the events of the war 15 years ago." "That was a ******* war of self-defense!" "Regardless, Osea carpet-bombed entire cities without regards to civilian casualties. Half of the city of Farbranti was left as nothing but rubble and ash. There wasn't a single military installation within 100 miles of that city. What do you have to explain that?" "When someone strikes at Osea, we will respond in kind. During an Erusean air strike four days prior to the event that you brought up, Erusean precision-guided bombs struck multiple schools and hospitals throughout our capital city of Oured. Approximately 10,000 women and children were killed." "According to an Erusean rep-" "Of course it would be an Erusean report! Do you think their investigators would throw their own country under the bus?! Of course they would claim that is was a ****ing guidance chip malfunction because the out-sourced producer was the North Koreans! Why not have a neutral third-party do the ****ing investigation?!" "I think we've heard enough, Captain. This meeting is adjourned." The Security Council stood up and began to make their way towards the exit. Captain Akmola stood there motionless, glaring at every one of them as they left. "I really hate self-centered, arrogant American pricks," he scowled under his breath as the last council member left the room. "We know, sir. We know," replied the Captain's aide, Lt. Thomas, as he passed the captain his combination cover. "We're done here..." - - - - - A woman in long black trench coat leaned nonchalantly against a tree outside the UN headquarters. Her mess of curly blonde hair fell lazily over the dark sunglasses that obscured her eyes. She watched as the Captain and Lieutenant strode out the building and decided this was her time to make her move. "Excuse me, sir? Sir!" she called as she began to follow the pair of officers. "What do you want? I don't have time for American girl antics," Captain Akmola sighed. "Oh, no, sir, trust me. No antics, only business," she responded. She removed her sunglasses, revealing a pair of blue eyes that stared into your soul. "My name is Amelia, and I have a vision. My vision can save your country from the depths of despair. My vision will create a world where your family can live without fear of air strikes. But, I need your help in initiating the plan, Fleet Admiral..." "Fleet Admiral?" "Of course. That the title of the highest ranking officer, isn't it? In my vision, you are a key component. If you're interested, here's my card. We'll keep in touch."