Sovereign Dreams

Anti-aircraft guns guarding the sky of Leningrad

Saturday night, we had our first dream about the Empire. The Imperial Sovereign was alone in a city under siege, on an anonymous war torn world far from Altair III.  Evasion and misdirection were the only means to survive until evacuation - for almost certainly, a rescue ship will eventually arrive. (If not, we have the seeds for a very gritty "politics-and-small arms" campaign.) These congeries of Aspects, with arbitrary line breaks, relate the experience and share a bit more of the history of the Empire. 

Sovereign Dreams In A City Under Siege

Not everything had fallen yet:

The great hotels 

In the City Center of that 
Forlorn T -2 world

Still stood

Lights still on

Up here

Unlike the soldiered 

Streets below

And the battered slums

That surround the City

Besieged by tyrants, factions, armed rats

From the west

They had marched here for Us

Wanted to strike a bargain

And win the Empire's favor
Through force

What could we do?
Just visitors here

So far from Home

No comet-scarred Third

No Krellic Fourth
No Eagle King or

Plastic educator here
To devise a winning 
Stratagem

Our strategy, then:

Stay hidden

Retire
Take no messages
Treat with no one
No deals
No fighting

Seclusion only
Like the Sovereigns 

Of Old 
(When was this, anyway?)

In this grand hotel

Still standing

A floor to Ourselves

Just room service

A few lean Red Men
Violet eyes hidden 
Behind dark shades

War harness 
Chafing 
Under olive 
Greatcoats

Thus we stay, and

Through our seclusion

To the Middle Sovereigns

Be True

(The Middle Utmost
safely ruling from sealed palaces

spun deep into future times, 

their towers only now appearing
in this late age) 

In seclusion
We await evacuation 

From above