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up at the familiar face of a foreign person is any individual but the entire system looks familiar. Well, there is no antipathy, since twelve years in most cases are more humane. But in general there is respect for this disciplined, almost ascetic awe-inspiring appearance. Your clothes with the rest to that. Simple elegance combined with unfathomable. Thus, Henley bowed briefly in silence. He sweeps you a fraction of a second over his head and says: "Clean, Henley, he is very reserved. Well educated. Never say what is false, fabulous. " "This should probably be a compliment," thinks Henley. Just at that moment will open a wing and some come out looking three strictly military. Among them is Prince and herald of Westarp, Hypatia's twelve-year son. He is also controlled by extraordinary facial expressions. Dressed he is, this is worth mentioning in the dark gray uniform of the Royal Guard advisor. Unusually for a young prince. He seems older, though he physically corresponds to his age. But he seems to accept his role. More than that: Evidently, they liked him. Much can be thought of in his sight: If one day he king? If he wins the competition in his favor? Inconceivable, however, and never happened, that he runs in shorts on the football field and play a game of football with their peers. Real-time simulations on the computer are as dear to him. Military education arouses enthusiasm for strategy, weapons technology and the army. The guard bows just before the Regent and will stop, Herald continues on his mother, buried a hand casually in his pants. "There are important and special days, today is a 'she says. "Just when you got to know your son, Levi, now it's time to think of it". She turns to the young prince: "You're like always on time, Herald." He nods gratefully, a verbal response is not forthcoming. He sees himself, preferring instead to travel delegation from another planet with interest. The same age Henley He seems to be interested only in the second. This adolescent spends most time in the presence of adults, with private teachers or in the network. "Herold, remember you still to Dr. West Castle, the president of the King over there instead of India?" His mother asked him. Herold turned to Mr. Westerburg but a single question to Him burns on his lips: "What about the tunnel," he stumbles go, for the first time his age needs. He still lacks the experience, what bothers him, although he has already read anything about it. "How does the capsule? Is it true that you will be weighed to the gram exactly? " "Well," begins Dr. Westerburg but Hypatia interrupts him. "Herold, there's so much more exciting than the vile art. I'm sure there will be soon a job for you over there in India. "After a dramatic pause:" By then you'll wait up. " "Very well, mother," he mutters. The Queen continued: "Now we are only together once cozy and festive dinner. Travelling makes you hungry. The courtly Eemits have prepared new delicious creations of the finest meals for you. Let us therefore take action. " Thus the welcome ceremony is officially over. After this feast, the delegations will pursue your own activities. The main indicators of distant political, such as meetings or meetings of your department colleagues Raah. Of course, the school starts a topic in Westerburg will be mainly for the young Ratia and Henley. Ultimately, one wishes this delegation in the most stability, more of their own skills and an early departure in the home. Even if you have to leave his son. Pavel Rebelkov who has kept discreetly in the background during the entire conversation, look at the next days and weeks too happy, but his plans go in a completely different direction. Her Majesty's most loyal General is planning a coup, a conspiracy, something monstrous.

(VI) on one line Rebelkov agitated. For weeks he has been working both in private and with some subjects in the project, code-named "New Order". For the final presentation in which for the first time the Queen maximum self to be present, the General has come up with something special. This meeting will be held at his home address in his estate outside Lyporos. Preparations are in full swing. All Ruba, in your simple mind now are inspired, on the ball. You are in your element. Like children, you can focus on a single task and budgetary matters. "Ravenosch" Rebelkov barks, "everything must be spotless tomorrow. Every square millimeter of the entrance to the conference room must sparkle and flash. " From your work torn, visibly surprised and confused Ruba jumps to see your lord and master in the face. She replies: "YYYY Meista, iss all good. We make it. We are happy. " It is almost impossible for the friendly, simple and industrious nature of a Ruba antipathy or even hatred towards match, unless one is a battle robot is programmed to destroy, or a heartless General. He replied curtly: "I hope your well is good enough! Otherwise you're flying, now! "You wince, the cloth in his hand. Of which he inspired continues, "Then you can offer your services, whoever. Never again will you come in such a noble household. Most likely you'll be unemployed and I even know what that means for one of you. " Oh yes, he has right: A Ruba without a job is a sad creature. She immediately lowered her head and cleans obsessively on in all corners and all edges. The next day. Today time has come you will. For five weeks he is working towards this moment. The previous meetings took place exclusively with the military in the General Office of the Ministry of Defence. On this day, that is, the crowning glory. Under his personal direction is subsequently presented his project to the improved order in the presence of the Queen in person. Promptly at ten meetings, the first strategists of your army. Young aspiring tactician are also lower. The oval table in the conference-hall is filling up rapidly. Rebelkov enters the room, the entropy increases. Immediately formed a cluster. Tributes to be feigned ". Sir, I am at your complete disposal" welcomed him Alepto Retzlav, an aspiring young major. Rebelkov appeased: "Gentlemen, I ask you now to take place, why we are here, we all know. However, I beg to countenance, especially as our commander in chief is on his way here. "" Of course sir, "replied Retzlav and does diligently to his seat flit. The tension is high in the hall, despite the wonderful ambiance. A Chamber in the house. Sun flooded through the glass front of the winter garden, with its precious orchids and hundred-year-old bonsai. Rebelkov is from the old school. He is no friend of technology. "Everything can be heard," he thinks the best is still the direct communication. Strange, however, that it be integrated in desktop monitor, informing him first. He raises his arms, all chickens smothered murmur. Then he just says "time has come." Everyone knows what was meant. Two bodyguards of Her Majesty the leaves open, Hypatia I appears on the scene. Immediately jump to the participants from their seats and stand at attention, Rebelkov you make, at the entrance facing the front side of the table. Your place is the opposite back of the room. With a possible, although unlikely attack while browsing the furthest away, the best protected. This rule dates back to ancient times but no one dares to question, let alone find fault it. Is also back, the last unsuccessful attack more than two hundred years. As you might also: The Regent of two solar systems. A direct descendant from the ancient race of those Westarp, Parliament President and Commander in one person. It is present: in full regalia.  Their appearance and now you invade a single demonstration of nobility and power. At each step softly rustling your Münzkrone. What is an absolute dominance, such an extraordinary special position possible in an enlightened and modern society? Imagine growing up in a system, the living memory of a single dynasty ruled is passable. There were always difficulties, but are being replaced since the president has steadily improved. The list of achievements is long, the system of thousands of proven, excellent candidates. Since the early days everyone here knows the stories and legends abound in this ancient noble family. The flesh of these top of society to face the top division takes your breath away. The power position of the Imperial crown is absolute. Even if one of you killed the system would automatically determine one of Westarp, quite apart from the fact that the bombers bring the rest of his life in the Vex-Grave could. Without looking at the picture, let alone with any person, including Rebelkov contact with them, she says in the room while you continue on your course zuschreitet, the following words: "Generals Gentlemen, take a seat." Buy everything fits. She continues: "Well you have found here Rebelkov, especially like the garden." The winter garden was meant, then says in a fit of spontaneity: "tilting but sometimes one is a window that is a bit more of the mood inside is here." Tumult. Three young majors jump sit with his back to the Winter Palace in garden. Alepto Retzlav is the fastest. He tilts the window and looks with treudoofem dachshund look over in the direction of his commander in chief. This makes no move to return the gaze. His form has already been deleted from the short-term memory. Instead, she says: "Better is" and spread out your arms. "So Rebelkov what you tell us?" The General waits a second until all heads are turned towards him. He begins: "commander in chief, gentlemen. You all know that our order, ultimately limited by the physics, could be enforced over in Indi system better. Our influence and thus loses the ancient kingdom of power. " Some generals turn to each other. Alepto Rezlav attracts a very important expression. Was that the occasion on which they have waited so long? For some time now, the saying sneers of the "washing and cleaning the Army." The glory days are long gone. Rebelkov continues: "The current president of King's workshop, Dr. Leviathan Westerburg, over in Syntari on Pak Prime ..." He looks around telling ". Is sub-optimal for us," Major Retzlav smiles consensus. "The Paking," the General continued, "So this, I will sometimes call local hominids ..." faces carved blocks in the round, "you're actually hearing." Re-amused faces at the table. Retzlav must now losbellen easy! Probably because of its gerademal the age of 27. He believes himself to be very imaginative, "We could simply make him disappear. He's currently here. A small technical defect in the tunnel, ready! "Alepto looks hopeful in the face of his superiors, the slap comes but once. "Retzlav, are you mad?" He begins. This is in bright red. Yes, it is possible to mutate within a second of tomato. "The physicists wait but only one incident. Then make the system close to us immediately. Travel is then no longer possible in the long run. We can be happy that the technology works as stable, sir. " The last two words he emphasized particularly, the Alepto Retzlav now fully exposed to the public ridicule. Honest laughter breaks out. Even Hypatia I just pulls the eyebrows up. "No, No! We must be more subtle, "he says, now confidently twice. "If we can prove that the local authority will fail if we run the Paking realize how blind to Westerburg, then the legislature can make changes in our favor." He looks around. Everyone in the room listen with rapt attention. So he continues, "emergency laws are an excellent means of disempowerment. The days of open war, which are long gone. But how are we to achieve what you suggest? " Murmur, but no open speech. This is Rebelkov's hour. Suddenly,

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