Debauchery Worlds 48

Commissioned by Southmonk

Debauchery Worlds

Chapter 48

-VB-

Alan Marris

David II, Federated Suns

2982.04.08

It surprised me when, a month and a half ago, I received a message via jumpship that the First Prince of the Federated Suns wanted to meet me and requested to meet me on Ronbinson. 

So I sent one of my clones to meet him while dressed up while I took over the role of a mere “manager” of the company. 

This was where magic I’ve learned from Azerothian mages came as a clutch because illusion was, while not easy, not that hard to use.

So I was a very gaunt, short, overworked, dark baggy eyed, and chronically stressed “production manager.” I made sure to walk, talk, eat, and even breathe differently. I treated it as kind of an infiltration mission. 

It was kind of fun using magic to fuck around instead of pouring every single second of my life and those of my clones’ researching, refining, manufacturing, and warring. 

(This turned out to be a very minor mistake as my clones also started to prank and fuck around using magic.)

There was a side effect of using magic blatantly. The migrants from Falmart became more open to me, seeing that I had some sort of connection with their own homeland’s culture than they expected. I mean… I didn’t let them know that it was a different magic from a different universe, but they were just happy to have someone looking out for them who was more similar to them than the other humans who all looked at them funny. 

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Alan Marris (clone)

Robinson, Federated Suns

2982.04.018

And while I, the original, had fun doing that, the “commander” clone walked into the Robinson Ducal Palace right in the heart of the Bueller, the capital city of Robinson III. The city actually felt very lively, and I’ve been told by my escort that the city had just celebrated its 100th anniversary celebration last August for its liberation from the Draconis Combine. And they spent their anniversary burning facsimiles of the Coordinator, the ruler of the Draconis Combine. 

Nice. Luthien delenda est needed to be shared. Anyone who threw nukes so readily needed to not just die but have their entire line of thoughts eradicated. Their culture needed to be amended like America changed Japan. In fact, American should have gone further in Americanizing Japan than they did in my original timeline, communist threat or not. 

In our eyes, a planet that had a anniversary celebration for kicking snake ass was a planet worth befriending in the future. 

“I am happy to see that you appreciate my planet.”

The clone looked over to his escort and guide, the heir to the Duchy of Robinson, Aaron Sandoval. We heard news about this man and how he got injured saving his girlfriend against the Capellans. There was a whole story about how the current duke went out of his way to bring him back and make up with his estranged son (who was estranged because the current duke was a strict, moralist ass before he chilled due to old age). Heir Sandoval and his wife, Jessica Sandoval, and their own guards, had given me a tour of the city.

“This is a world that celebrates the defeat of the Combine,” we replied with a grin. “As someone who had to survive raids and nuclear attacks from the Combine, I find that to be a very important trait in my future friends.”

“You believe that you will be a friend of the Federated Suns?” Jessica asked. 

The “Commoner Princess” as she was called by the people, she was a lot more blunt and honest about what she thought than Aaron was. So she asked questions that nobles like the duke would need at least half a dozen minor questions before they got to the point. Or maybe that’s what they instructed her to do as a way of getting me to open up more to someone who the intel community saw as being closer to us than the dukes and the First Prince. 

We didn’t know. We didn’t care. 

“I don’t see why we couldn’t be,” the clone replied easily. “I don’t plan on attacking any Federated Suns worlds, and all of the worlds that I attack will be in the Combine. In fact, I’m already bombing Markab and I plan to hit Skat soon.”

“So soon?” she asked in surprise. “I’m surprised that you have the manpower necessary to invade worlds as defended as Markab.”

“Invade Markab?” we asked. “But we’re not invading Markab. Just bombing it from orbit.”

“... Eh? Bombing …? Surely, you can’t have nuclear weapons, right?” she asked, slightly pale. 

We noted how the guards around us were stiff. 

“Nukes? Too expensive and I’m not so crude,” we sniffed. There were a few sighs of relief. “No, we’re just dragging large asteroids and dumping it into low, unstable orbit. Once they fall, that’ll cause radiation free bombardment and accelerate the encroaching ice age that Markab has been fighting. I’ll maintain a blockade over the planet, and then make a demand not to the leadership of the world but the starving masses of the world. 

“Their leader’s heads for food.”

We smiled. 

The heir and his wife tried to keep their composure but failed utterly and looked horrified.