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His outward appearance could be looked away if he proved to be a mighty leader but Charles IX was not cut from the same cloth as the men back in the hallway. Cruel and ill-tempered, he was not even supposed to be on the throne in the first place. The third son of his father, George XIII, Charles was intended for the military while his oldest brother was trained to inherit the throne. Sadly, George XIV's early death and the cancerous death of the second child, Louis VI, meant that Charles took the throne despite all odds. Never had there been a monarch more ill-suited for the throne. Bancroft wasn't fully convinced that Charles didn't have a role in the early deaths of his brothers just so he could seize power.
"So, Bancroft, what do you have to report today?" asked Charles as he fiddled along with his nails.
"Good morning, your Imperial Majesty. I bear more news from our outpost in Quiller's Cove. It seems the Occitanians have once again attacked our base but they were—"
"Attacked you say? What do you mean?" demanded Charles.
Impatience. Never the sign of an impressive monarch. "I mean, sire, that their warships fired on the base but they were driven off by—"
"Driven off by who?"
If it were anyone else, Bancroft would have strangled them. "They were driven off by Commander Jack Easterbrook, who is now in full command of Task Force 21."
Charles let slip a crooked smile. "Ah, Easterbrook, you say? Your star pupil from the academy?"
"It seems his training has paid off. They've sunk one of the cruisers with no losses of their own," said Bancroft.
"So we've shed some blood. The Occitanians won't forgive this. Curious that they haven't declared war as of yet."
Bancroft nodded. "There's been no news out of the foreign ministry and the Occitanian ambassador has remained locked in his office."
"Curious indeed. Has their been any other reports of attacks on our forces?"
"None, sire. Just the action at Quiller's Cove. I had a captain report some shadowing of Occitanian destroyers over by Lockhaven but there's been no hostile intent."
Charles grabbed another handful of mung beans and shoveled them into his mouth. "I want you to give all the commanding officers orders to shoot any hostile Occitanian ships. Let's see if we can force them into a declaration of war."
Bancroft resisted the urge to shout at the man. Instead he merely raised an eyebrow. "Your Imperial Majesty, that is likely to cause them to continue to escalate. Would it be not wiser to pull back and wait until our armed forces are in better shape to conduct a war?"
Charles snorted. "Why wait? Winning the war is your job, not mine. If you can't win with what you have, then I'll find another admiral who will. I'm getting tired of your blathering about our lack of preparedness, Bancroft."
"A thousand apologies, Your Imperial Majesty. Forget that I even mentioned it," said Bancroft with a deep bow. Thankfully, Charles's mind never concentrated on one topic for longer than five seconds and he went back to fiddling at his nails. Yes, the long line of conquerors, warlords, and mighty kings would be disgusted by the character of Charles IX.
"Also, Bancroft, I want you to raise the readiness level of the fleets. If this war is about to begin, I want everyone on full alert. No sense in being caught unawares if we can help it."
"Excellent idea, Your Imperial Majesty. I will see to it at once. Is there anything else I can do before I take my leave?" Bancroft took two steps back. He'd already put the fleet on high readiness the day before with the first attack on Quiller's Cove, and he'd had just about enough of listening to the doddering emperor.
"Just one last thing, Bancroft. This Commander Easterbrook. The one that we're sending into the Fourth Vector. Can he be trusted?" asked Charles. He stopped fiddling with the nail file to take a sharp look at Bancroft.
"Trusted, sire? I'm not sure I understand what you mean. We can always rely on our officers to do their duty," said Bancroft with a raised eyebrow.
"I mean can we be sure that he'll always do his duty to his country and sovereign? Will Easterbrook always follow his orders, no matter what they are?"
Bancroft nodded. "That's what he's been trained for, sire. There is no finer officer in the entire Javan fleet. I trust him implicitly."
The emperor began to nod before fixing Bancroft with a bone-chilling stare. "We shall see, Admiral. We shall see."
- COMMENTS
TheDrowover 1 year agoPersonally, I can forgive most of the things pointed out already as quirks of an alternative universe, but the one that gets to me and throws everything off is this.
"We just need to make it into the harbor at Quiller's Cove."
"I'd like to see them try to enter the harbor just to get blown to shit by land artillery,"
The whole first section is about how safe they will be once they make it and how relieved they are to see the base, so much so that they don't even bother to warn the base about the pursuing ships. Only for all of that to be immediately thrown out when the attack happens.
There's no further mention of ground based defenses, except for machine gun turrets, and no sign that the base as any artillery at all. Instead its told as if the base is helpless without them and their relief at making it / rush to get there was pointless.
Its the sort of inconsistency that just doesn't make sense and throws the rest of the chapter off.
Anonymousover 1 year agoThe military terminology and military customs are off.
1. Superior officers do not initiate salutes to juniors.
2. Division Officers are not considered or addressed as Comanding Officers.
3. The comradery in the chain of command is more formally adhered to on large vessels.
4. Division Officers do not generally have battle stations on the bridge; they are at their skill specility job or assigned through out the ship for strategic supervision and communication.
5. Communications on a ship are not accomplished via radio. Intercom systems are used.
6. The commands for authorizing weapons release does differ with navies from around the real world, but not as described in this story. A simple viewing of the film "In Harm's Way" or the British film "Sink The Bismarck" would have been instructional.
Understandably this is fiction but if your goal was to add a sense of authenticity, having the correct atmosphere for the story would be a positive to the reader appreciating your attempt.
lust4romanceover 2 years agoGreat intro to many of the main characters with hints of what is to come! Makes me wonder how Abigail's brothers react to the events to come! thanks again for a great plot! 5 stars!
