As he listened to the words of the Ministers, Vicarius crossed his hands in front on him and was politely quiet. He let their words, even the calls of heresy, wash over him without protest. As he listened to them, he reflected that he could now see why his predecessor had decided to resign his post and instead begin using his considerable backed-up wealth to build up a private army to fight for Sarus’ survival. These fools could not be trusted to do such a thing; they would never have half the guts to do it. And they called the man a coward. None of that had been apparent the many times that the young Marshal had sat down with him, surrounded by other ‘resigned’ military officials, all of whom were doing the exact same thing. They, to a man, knew that their combined contributions might not mean much in the grand scheme of things, at least not in comparison to what they might have been able to do as Marshal, but they were at their wits end.
Vicarius wondered whether he too should not follow their example. Already members of his long-serving martial family had gone to help the ex-Marshal or other military official. He brushed the thought aside with the same stroke. If he left, then the PDF would be headless. Avitabile might have toadied to the fat Minister for a bit, but the truth was that he had a foot out the door too. A foot and the better part of the opposite leg. And someone needed to tell these fools how stupid they were. He spread his hand slowly, in a calming gesture of peace, his voice calm and each word simply delivered, as one would do to unruly children,
“Gentlemen, I can understand your concerns, but I cannot sympathize as much as you might like. As Union Leader Giacomenni says, we of the PDF serve the people of Sarus; I serve as Marshal at the pleasure of the Governor, who in turn serves at the pleasure of the High Lords of Terra who the God-Emperor of Mankind sits behind upon his Golden Throne and looms over daily, as he looms over us all. But make no mistake, I am not one to abdicate my post or ignore my sworn duty to protect this world which the Emperor has entrusted to... our custodianship. It is my duty to push for greater allotment of resources to the creation of viable military during peacetime so that we might protect ourselves in times of war, as the Emperor decreed all worlds should be capable of doing when he founded the Imperium. It is my duty to present the ruling body of the world with tactics, strategies, and plans with which to deny the enemy or at least delay him until relief forces could arrive. And it is my duty in war to direct the brave men and women of the PDF no matter the cost.
“The plan you reject on political, financial, and Throne alone knows what else grounds is the culmination of the opinions of the military minds of Sarus. It was assembled with the greatest care possible given the information provided by the Imperium, the expertise of men who have faced them in battle, and various private consultants. I place it before you because it is my duty to advise you on all matters military, press you to action, and carry out whatever instruction is necessary. If you cannot see the wisdom in placing the needs of Sarus before your worries about what might happen after this war is over, why, that leaves me only to either despair or mutiny. The Emperor forbids the latter, so I am stuck with the former.
“Some of you worry about what the people of Sarus might think of you if you enact these measures. I think that you should rather fear the coming green tide, as I am sure the people do moreso than some war rationing. Failing that, fear the Emperor; fear for your mortal souls, for if you push aside this advice and Sarus falls, you will still have to answer to Him, even in death. Remember that you have been given custodianship of this world and the Emperor Protects, but He also expects. I have heard that the Imperial Guard holds to the motto ‘Our only fear is to fail.’ I have been thinking of making the same for the PDF of Sarus and you should think about making it your life motto so long as you serve at the Emperor’s pleasure.”
The Marshal smiled, but there was no mirth in it. A hint of wolfishness came and went over his features, the legacy of the knowledge that, one way or another, he would either get what he wanted or these men – though they hardly rated the term, especially the Adept – would get what was coming to them. Lowering his hands, he began pacing slowly along the aisle front, looking into the eyes of those in the gallery, though he could not see them, his hands clasped behind his back. It was a habit many picked up when they gave briefings to soldiers. Of course, these were no soldiers, nor would they ever be; they had not the backbone to do what the PDF knew had to be done. Still, his voice was calm and pleasant.
“The enemy is coming, gentlemen, and they will be upon us soon. They have pillaged their way across many worlds already and now they bring that plunder here in the form of weapons to destroy us and hordes to drown us in a green tide. Surely many of those unfortunate worlds thought they could placate the populous – which is now almost certainly dead or else enslaved – while persecuting a war. Surely they thought that they could save the holy technology of the Omnissiah – oh, yes, Adept” he said looking directly into the optic sensors of the mangled shell of a man, “I know well the sanctity of those machines. Yet now the enemy has desecrated them because there were those too squeamish to keep them out of enemy hands.” He stopped in front of the Adept and said, “It is the greater heresy to leave such things for the enemy than to destroy them and return their machine-spirits to the Omnissiah.” Continuing down the line, he said, “Surely they thought that their planetary defenses would stop any enemy and make a fight on the ground unnecessary.” He gazed into the distance now where there was no one, having stopped his pace. Now he turned abruptly, “And they were wrong, gentlemen. Wrong and it cost them their lives, their freedom, and their place at the Emperor’s side. They failed him as they failed the people of their worlds. Any of them who yet live, their planets not wholly yet conquered, can now only wage crusades of penance to cleanse themselves of their sins. They may yet succeed in that, but they will likely fail.”
Walking back towards the senior members of the council, he continued, still in that pleasant tone of voice, “I have neither the luxury of wishful thinking nor the patience to consider such musings.” He stopped a considerable distance from them, his distaste for them so far as not to want to get any closer. “What you have said, I will consider. If you have meaningful information or suggestions to provide, I will make time to hear and answer them, but do not waste the time I have to prepare Sarus for that which you never did. There is precious little of it as it is.”
Turning back, he strode towards his chair, but then paused, turning to Dee and said, “Oh, and Minister? If you cannot read and understand the term ‘can no longer be protected’, then I suggest that you brush up on your grammar before voting this way or that; the record of this council already may reflect such a lacking.” Settling into his seat, Vicarius sat back to see what mischief he had managed. Part of him wanted to leave, but the rest of him was a great deal smarter than Willibrood. An absent member could not vote.
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