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He woke up from his slumbered rest and realized that he had been dreaming of the time when his empire was where he knew he had assured the fate of his fellow kind in the Galaxy and that his focus had to be providing a future safety net against the glimpses of a race or outer force, the Shakturi!

He was the youngest of his family, and, was not particularly thought of as anyone relevant to the Mortalen cause of the Mortak. His brother on the other hand was a force to be reconned with, an honorable sort, he had been born, bread, raised, and educated into the King Secondus Prime. Chjorn scrambled for his robe and scurried out of his room in haste to tell his brother of the dream he had before into diminished from his busy brain.

Brewtus! I dreamed o' ... (Chjorn's Dream)

Chjorn's gaze was distracted by the presence of his brother's galactic council advisor, and froze, lest he be handed a reprimand for interrupting important duty.

Brewtus turned to Chjorn and raised his claw index to his mouth, then spoke "I too dreamed it! Now listen to our advisor:"

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King, our emissary Sabri Rustov has negotiated the acceptance of mutal mining rights for your cousin; we need to combine our plans and retake the human colony he paid for from Haakonia!

Chjorn felt his brother dampen his anger at the suggestion of risking war to a formidable renowned empire.

I shall bring your will to the Table of the Martak, there we shall evaluate the future cost arc of winning and we shall convene at court when that has been determined.

The advisor bowed and trembled as he replied: "Yes, your highness. I shall employ patience and acceptance at your will."

Chjorn presented his information to his brother:
Brewtus raised his brow and muttered "part of the equation ...", then added "Have you an ability to employ these assets?