Knights in Space II

“Those of you in our chivalric order may know recently what has transpired,” The Grand Orator began. Sir Tonny pushed his way past the crowd of soldiers that had amassed and took his spot in the front row seat. “At 1300 hours last solar cycle, our reports were given that the Neo-Saracens had begun plans for an invasion of Christendom space. We sent a communique but have received no response from the Vizier of Neo-Saracen. As a result, we have no choice but to set out and destroy the Neo-Saracens. We had allowed them to exist up until this point, but we shall allow it no longer.”

Everyone was in such cheering uproar that the rest of the Grand Orator’s speech was completely overwhelmed. He eventually gave up and basked in the glory of this brief but rousing speech. Tonny began to feel queasy and pushed his way back through the corridor. This is not what the chivalric declaration outlined, you do not just wage a war to take back land because you believe it should be yours. You don’t meet a lack of communication with immediate violence. All these thoughts swirled around his head until they exited violently out through is mouth and into the toilet. After a few more retches Tonny felt comfortable enough to flush, wipe his mouth, and sit on the bowl contemplating what was happening.

While he was thinking, a faint voice was coming from off in the distance, possibly in the first stall of the warehouse-sized room. Everybody should be at the announcement, why was anybody here. Tonny exited his stall as quietly as humanly possibly. He inched the door open ever so slowly, avoiding any creaking that would give his position away. As he snuck forward he realised that his plate-metal armour was going to cause more ruckus than was worth, so he began the even slower process of unbuckling everything and gently placing it on the ground.

Besides a leather glove hitting the ground coinciding with a brief pause in the unknown party’s conversation, Tonny had completely stripped down to his black underclothes without making a peep. He shimmied over to the conversation noise, closer and closer. Soon enough he was able to make out some parts of the conversation, “They seem to have the popular support, so it may be happening soon.”

The party talking seemed to switch back and forth between speaking common galactic English and some other language that Tonny hadn’t heard before. Non-English languages and disallowed English dialects were outlawed so Tonny had every right to burst through the door and execute whoever was speaking. However, Tonny’s curiosity was too extreme, he had to know what this was about.

“I think that a pre-emptive strike would be too soon. The main reason they are wanting to attack us is from some bullshit reports they received about us attacking them. If we just attack them now, what message does that send? We need to start a negotiation about this. Hello? Commander? SHIT!” He shouted as a loud clattering sound was made on the door and his communicator hit the floor. Tonny had been leaning against the sink opposite the door, but he got up and, in one smooth motion, kicked in the door and pointed his sword at the man sitting on the bowl.

“We seem to have a common problem with this impending war. I want to help.”