Voyage I: Lentini

[Loyola]

Emna is instantly recognizing Gab's voice, she's being sort of glad that he's around. Turning around, she breaths for air, trying to come up with a bossy order. That place is way too relaxing and she's way too tired to give the commands. Loyola is touching her forehead, still struggling.

— Glad to have you here, Gab. This is important and secret to a degree, we are having Her Highness Claire Sophie DeFrance, the duchess of Orleanais right over here. There are certain obligations I have before her family so she will be under my protection until the situation in Gallia will normalize. So many people from the Group will work on that, including you. Protect her as you would protect me, understood?

Loyola said something, hoping that Gab won't have any more questions. At some point, she was lazy to build a strict hierarchy and ranking structure. In practice this just means that she got to micromanage things here and there, maybe there will be some reform in time, but now not certainly.

Enma then turns to Claire, thinking of something. She types something at the keyboard, getting the last news feed on. Articles of various Sirius new agencies about the new state being established at the ruins of the Kingdom of Gallia. The Confederacy? Enma takes down the notes, it looks like the war is lost for the most part. Apparently, there are some fleets that keep fighting in Taus, though.

— Don't worry Your Highness, this so-called confederacy is composed of groups of influence that are hating each other and this is a living Frankenstein. I doubt that the situation in Gallia will stay stable for long. Especially considering the fact that there are apparently royalist fleets that keep on fighting in Taus. They are surrounded, and won't be able to advance, but the time will come.

Enma is loading up a blank document in the format of the royal letter, it's apparently been loaded from Claire console. Enma is displaying it at the monitors, looking down at her notes.

<LA DATE>
<EMPLACEMENT>

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<SALUTATION>,

<TEXTE>

Sincèrement,
Duchesse Claire Sophie DeFrance d'Orléans

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— I think it would make sense to warn the Sirian Houses and people in Gallia that it's an unwise and incredibly risky affair to invest anything into this so-called confederacy. The only way they will be able to get the situation stable is rapid economic growth. So scaring the foreign investors might be a good idea, we need to shout out that Kingdom is still here and is to come back any moment. And that all naive investments will burn down in flames.

Loyola pauses, sighs and leaning back at the sofa. Pouring a glass of wine, placing a bottle down at the floor as she cannot be bothered to reach the table. She resumes her speech not as cheerful, crossing her legs and trying to relax.

— Naturally, do not claim the throne for yourself. Your uncle is legitimate and only Roi, yes we are currently unaware of his location. But so are our enemies, so your speech or whatever can be assumed by the many that we are in fact aware and that everything is under control.

En covers her lips, nodding to herself before resuing speaking. It is not quite clear if she was thinking on the spot or just trying to remember things that she has planned in mind before that.

— And for sure, it will make sense to contact this "Royal Enclave". Reports indicate that it is basically a military government under high ranking officers. And from what I saw on the ship, they don't pay too much respect or obey to your highness. At some point, they even could see some risks to their own power. Those are to be approached carefully, with much caution. A lot is depending on them, and if that's is screwed, the situation will become even more complicated.

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