Word of Blake Interlude 3030-3035
Early 3030
"I need status reports," Kristofur told the people that were operating as senior staff.
"Well, Primus, we've managed to doctor any HPG transmissions that might be outbound. We have begun closing the borders off in their entirety, citing that the Outworlds Alliance wants no part in the current war between the Federated Suns and the Draconis Combine."
"Good. Have the Davions made any inquiries as of yet?" Kristofur asked.
"The Davions reacted with confusion, but they respected our wishes for now. We will have to prepare for more diplomatic overtures in the future."
"That's fine," Kristofur responded. "We will have time to accomplish our goals while they are busy focusing on the Combine. Now, how goes our attempts to locate the hidden factories in this area of space?"
"We've narrowed it down to one of two systems around two jumps away from current space."
"Good, once we've located the facilities, I want them to start producing war material as fast as we can spin them up," Kristofur said with force. "We need all the machines we can get if we wish to take back what is rightfully ours."
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Late 3031
"The more I learn about people, the more grateful I am that I did not invest many resources into foreign agents," Kristofur muttered as he tossed back another shot of his favorite drink. "The Combine is getting steamrolled."
"I'm sorry to interrupt you, Primus. But you did request that I bring the latest reports on the production numbers of the RWR facilities once I had them."
"Set them down on the desk," Kristofur replied. "I'll take a look at them in a moment."
After the administrative aide had left, Kristofur picked up the data files and began reviewing them.
"Two more brigades of equipment, and the factories to produce spare parts and more." Kristofur mused to himself. "This is a boon indeed." He shifted his focus onto the other projects.
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3032
"What progress have we made in getting the population riled up against the Davions?" Kristofur asked the person in charge of propaganda.
"The puppet government has a seventy percent approval rating according to the latest polls." The chief propaganda officer shuffled through his files. "And we've been stimulating anger and resentment against the Davions. So far, military recruitment is through the roof, and we're getting them geared up for an invasion to retake their old worlds."
"Good," Kristofur responded. "We should have most of the units ready to go by 3035. That is when I wish to lauch the invasion anyway." He stood up and looked over the assembled senior officials. "The Combine is going to lose this war. And we're going to strike while the Federated Suns are busy dealing with the Combine worlds."
"And 3035 will be the opportune time to strike?" One of the officials asked.
"According to my analyst's projections it will be the opportune time to strike." Kristofur responded. "But of course, nothing is set in stone where warfare is involve, and due to the fairlure of our precious doppelganger scheme." He trailed off.
"We must prepare for every eventuality. The periphery and the Outback are the least armed sections of the Federated Suns. But even still, they will move to strike as fast as they can afford to shift their forces."
"Agreed." Kristofur smiled. "That is why we'll take a page from Duke Hull's military playbook." Kristofur smirked. "We're going to attack New Avalon."
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Sometime 3033
"This is better news than we thought." Kristofur mused. "It will take longer than two years for the new Periphery March to establish the new chain of command."
"Yessir." The new Precentor Rom replied. "I've already got people waiting to infiltrate the new militia units and the new Duke's office."
"Good." Kristofer smiled. "We'll have everything ready to go by the time 3035 arrives if we proceed as planned."
"And Plan B, sir?" Precentor Rom asked.
"We're working on fabricating the paperwork for making him the heir to the Federated Suns. But it will take time before they are ready." Kristofur sighed. "It was hard enough getting everything arranged for it to look the way it did."
"Agreed," The Precentor replied with a shudder. "I think we should eliminate the Avellar Girl once she has raised him long enough."
"We will wait until he is around twelve. Then we'll arrange for "Davion" Assassins to have killed his mother because he was illegitimate."
"Primus, that means we are to invade and hold the Federated Suns and their allies at bay for nearly a decade." Precentor Rom spoke with a touch of fear into his voice. "I know we have the forces to manage that for a limited time, but how do you expect to hold them for that long?"
"Through judicious use of production." Kristofur smiled. "We didn't just find a cluster of worlds with factories.There were also multiple Warships located in orbit." Kristofur smiled. "It seems the Rim Worlds Navy had placed them there for maintenance and repairs before the Amaris Coup started."
"What numbers are we looking at?" Precentor Rom asked.
"There were five Warships in need of minimal maintenance parked in orbit." Kristofur grinned. "And a lovely maintenance yard right there at the zenith point."
"We might actually be able to pull this off then." Precentor Rom breathed out.
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3035
"You are not expected to take New Avalon." Kristofur reminded the man in charge of the overstrength regiment. "Just to cause damage and make them retract. We need them reeling in order for us to pull off everything else."
"We'll do it." The Regimental CO replied with a savage grin. "Even if it costs us our lives."
"Let's hope that it doesn't come to that." Kristofur replied. "But if it does, know that the Word of Blake stands ready to avenge your death."
"That is all that I can ask for." The fanatical CO replied. "I will bring the devils to their knees, and we shall bring forth the Star League Reborn."
The officer saluted and left the office, heading straight to where his troops were loading up into modified civilian dropships.
"Let's hope our newfound Allies are as good as they claim they are."