The PacificBoard

Kimball sighed as she lied in her bed. The bustle above her head continued as the Undaunted made it's way to Norwany for the military summit. She had made sure to pack extra medication for the trip, in case of unexpected extension of her stay.

She winced when she remembered her sudden moment of sleep during a meeting between the Fang and the military to iron out the details of their temporary truce. She hadn't been taking her scheduled naps and medication for a week at the time and as such, succumbed to a momentary lack of consciousness before being shook awake by Reksha. Moments of cataplexy were also common in those stressful weeks.

Maybe if Donald were here… she thought, before she shook those thoughts out of her head. It was in the past and she needed to set her eyes on the goals: to secure a deal that allowed greater manoeuvrability in both the southern and northern seas, a non-aggression pact with The First German Order, a discussion on getting Ethel Snake home from Isilanka, and possibly, if they were coming, a discussion on getting Vernon Snake home from Repitilysia and a request for movement through Repitilysian waters, since that would allow for better access to places like Samasbhi and Jar Wattinree for diplomacy purposes.

It was expected of her to fulfill at least one of these. As the second highest figure in the Military, she had to succeed. She needed to succeed, to set an example for her troops that no matter what, they can be great. She sighed again, the pressure of such a high rank pushing down on her as usual and stared at the ceiling, thinking on how to achieve the Empire's goals.

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Grom stood at the main deck, toothpick between his lips as always. He took in the sea breeze and calmly exhaled. Most people look at him and think his seemingly constantly expressionless face showed he was apathetic.

But the closest to hum knew for a fact that wasn't true. Sure, sometimes, extremely rarely, he would openly show emotions, such as when he proposed to his wife Agni a little over a year ago or when he got married, but the rest of the time, it was absolutely possible to see his emotions.

All someone had to do was look at his eyes. And at this particular moment, one could see his eyes twinkle with a sort of joy. His father had been a governmentally sanctioned fisherman, and in his youth, he'd help aboard the traditionally made fishing boat.

He'd miss the feeling of the ocean's breeze. The sound of the waves hitting the boat, the occasional seabirds whenever close to land. Even if this was official government business, he could at least enjoy himself on the journey.

He took out the toothpick and judged it, before keeping it to dispose of later and took a new one out of a container with his old legion's coat of arms. He put it in his teeth and turned around to head below deck to his room.

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Reksha was checking her pistol's firing mechanism in her quarters. She did it more often whenever on a mission. It had become habit since the… parade incident.

She hated it when it happened. One moment everything was going smoothly, cheering crowds, Kimball, Doyle, Foster and her were waving, four members of the General's Council and the next, chaos, screaming and gunfire. She had pulled out her gun and was fighting her way through the Fang forces to get to where Kimball was kneeling besides Doyle on the ground.

She shook her head and focused on the gun in her hands. Hopefully she wouldn't need it at the summit.