Ichabod Sterling really hated coming to Arrakis.
It was hard to say why. It might have been the heat; even though he never really left climate-controlled areas, desert planets *always* felt hot. It might have been the travel; when everything was said and done, the short jaunt from Errovus Secondus still took a solid four months. It might have been his schedule; he never went to Arrakis unless he was working, and in his endless drive to leave the damn place he tended to be working nonstop the whole time.
But it was probably the people that made these trips such a pain. On Secondus, he never had to deal with the likes of Carson Moran-Buxby, Nikolai Newbhr, Guy Fye, or Nytalia Alstan-Quer. Especially Nikolai. For that matter, he could pretty much ignore the entire Council, since none of the other members lived on his planet.
Yeah, it was certainly the people that bothered him the most. It wasnt that Carson or his cronies were exactly disagreeable, because with the exception of Nikolai they were pretty personable, cultivated, and easy to talk to. However, when you spend virtually your entire life in strong opposition with someone it becomes hard to enjoy that persons company. The constant subtle jabs about his age (which, really, were ridiculous; he was long past forty, even if he *looked* twenty), the self-congratulatory glances when their slight majority carried the day yet again, the maneuvered exile of Ichabod and his supporters. There, at least, they had backfired somewhat Ichabods place in Secondus gave him a leg up on influence on the Regency, while his strategically-placed allies controlled virtually all the important posts off Arrakis. His fellow Sterlings and the Creyban ruled a third of Querys Clarke fiefdoms, and with Alex Black owning the spaceport
well, suffice it to say the conservatives were trying to get Ichabod and Co. permanently back on Arrakis any way possible.
Yeah. That was why he hated coming to this stupid planet. And the low humidity bothered his sinuses, worse luck.
Guy!
Gustavus Fye turned his head to the sound. The movement bothered his neck; that wound from Third Yeltsin kicking up again.
The girl she might call herself a woman at eighteen, but at least one planets laws disagreed with her about it was jogging out of the room Guy has just exited carrying a hat. It was a very nice hat, pointed in the style of House Query generals, and with real gold thread. Not that anyone noticed; the jogging was causing some interesting natural forces to interact on certain physical structures, and the successive motion was quite entertainingly distracting.
You forgot your hat. The girl kindly went on tiptoe to put it on his head, and quite unnecessarily rubbed those same physical structures against Guy in the process. Now you look professional, Mr. Fye!
Guy simply nodded, and continued walking back to his waiting chauffeur. Not, of course, without a glance back to watch her jog back to the door.
He spent the entire drive to the Chamber skimming over logistics reports. These particular reports werent technically something Guy needed to be looking at, but Dick Berkely and Hrold Vyryr kept trying to sneak more funding for their little projects through the Clarke Guard Navy. Worse, they were getting pretty good at it, and Lord Admiral Reynseirholfer couldnt keep up anymore. Stupid prick. Of course, Admiral Prick had gone whining to Earl Moran-Buxby, and said Earl had yet again asked Guy to come to the rescue.
What Guy wasnt about to tell either of them was that hed known about at least two of the money leaks beforehand, and that one of those two was actually shunted to the House Guard. Let the Church claim the evils of technology entire; armies knew better, and Guy had learned firsthand that lasers beat rifles any day of the week. Thus the presence of the House Guard slush fund. As for the other leak, well, Dickie had always been a pretty decent friend over the years, even if he was a bit annoying. Guy couldnt imagine what the hell he was doing with what looked like half the entire budget of the Clarke Navy, though. Not to mention the rather open secret that a no small part of the smuggling through Clarke and Arrakis, which the House was supposedly trying to suppress at the firm urging of the Regency, was actually funding and support for black Query military efforts. So black that even the Trusted Council didnt know about them. Guy was probably supposed to know, or at least was supposed to try and find out, but if he was right about the Councilmen behind them he was fine with not knowing. They were capable enough, and anyone can be a security leak.
Before leaving the vehicle, Lord General Fye gathered all the reports together. Probably a third were falsified somehow. He left all but two of them behind. Admiral Prick, and even the Earl, could stand to shell out a couple million firebirds to a good cause.
You look quite fine today.
It was true. The Crown contrasted nicely with the yellow hair, the robe was a perfect shade of purple, and combined with the bright green eyes the Crownbearer looked like a true princess.
She looked up at the speaker, and pushed the beautiful silver Crown back on her head just a bit.
Shut up, Nytalia.
Her older cousin, the Grand Duchess Nytalia Alstan-Quer, simply smiled. The Crownbearer was indeed pissy today.
The teen Crownbearer continued, I always look fine. Its my job to look fine. To look fine, sit pretty, and do absolutely nothing. Im effing sick of it. All I want to do is have one, just ONE, bad hair day. To be able to wear a torn pair of jeans and a grubby T-shirt. Maybe go on a run, or something. But no, I cant do that, because Crownbearers never do that, and Im the effing Crownbearer.
The tall, powerful, and phenomenally deadly guard behind the Crown gave an almost inaudible chuckle. The Crownbearer immediately turned her head to give what, in a perfect world, should have been a killing glance.
The Grand Duchess smiled a bit wider. Well, Im sorry for that. Really, I am. However, in order for you to do any of those things, someone else would have to take your place, and I long ago determined that person was NOT going to be me. There was some rather loud swearing from the throne. That wasnt very nice. Just for that, I think Im going to be leaving.
There was more, and louder, swearing as Nytalia exited stage left. It was always
refreshing
to visit her cousin, but while the throne room was a nice place to visit the Trusted Council Chamber was a much nicer place to work.