Teaser from book 3- Confederacy

NOTE: THIS DOES NOT HAPPEN! I simply took it upon myself to rewrite the Teaser for TheEmperor106's Third book, (link in description), if My OC was there by the time it happened. THIS IS NOT TRUE, THE REAL THING IS HIS OC. That is all.



Karl, his entourage, The Empress Duneyer and her companions the Angels, entered the conference chambers. It was a mess, even worse than the Conference Halls on Lanuella, the political hub of the Confederacy. Masses of people of all races and species were bawling and shouting at each other, with not a single thing being accomplished. Karl would palm his face, except that he was the Lord Admiral of all Confederate forces in the Milky Way Galaxy, and as such had to act the part. Then, brief silence sprung up until one of the delegates spoke up.
"WHO WILL LEAD US NOW?" one shouted, throwing his arms in the air and generally looking silly.
"NO ONE! THE EMPEROR LEFT US IN OUT TIME OF NEED! HE IS UNWORTHY!" shouted another in the most ridiculous clothes Karl had ever seen.
The Empress stepped forward into the room, lined with 20 stories of boxes in which the delegates from all over the Union sat with advisors and bodyguards. Impressive, but I've seen better, thought Karl. It seemed that this "Grand Council" existed to operate independently to solve the Union's smaller issues, but common sense dictated that it was still integral to the Union.
"LOOK, ITS THE EMPRESS!" one shouted, spotting Duneyer.  Captain Obvious to the rescue, thought Karl to himself.
"SHE CAN'T LEAD US! SHE IS NOT FIT TO RULE!" another announced who ironically was the worst dressed, had the smallest entourage and was clearly the least significant.
"Enough!" Duneyer shouted and her voice was carried by the echo of the huge room. Claw and the others entered as well looking on with disgust at the mess of council members, the room went silent. Karl stood a little better and listened on.
"Myric is gone I know and I feel the pain more keenly than you ever will, he has not abandoned us he has never done that and I know that he would never leave his friends and his Union" Duneyer explained trying to keep back the tears. Karl had already deduced this after the look in her eyes when he asked about him. "I will take command in the meantime" she said, displaying a determination Karl quietly respected.
The room exploded in conversation and many were shouting at Duneyer and each other. Karl now did palm his face, medals tinkling as the leather of his glove met his skin. He had hoped that the Empire in this new galaxy at least had at least equal efficiency to his own empire's command structure.
"You don't know how to rule!" "This must be a joke she is nothing!"
"QUIET!" she shouted. "You can't rule us! You are nothing!" shouted back a delegate.
"I AM THE EMPRESS CURB YOUR TONGUE!" Duneyer said getting angry.
"Ha! Empress? You are nothing than Myric's bitch that carries his bastard child!" the senator of Valancer shouted. Karl's hands were literally shaking with anger now, how dare their own servants speak like that to them? And to an Angel, at that?
"Duneyer, No!" Claw shouted but it was too late, she leapt up to his platform and picked him up by the collar, she dangled him over the edge about 16 floors up. Karl stared on in awe, his retinue with varying expressions of disguised glee, fear, and anxiety.
"Care to say that again, senator?" Duneyer said barely containing her rage. Karl, and the rest of his retinue and every other delegate in the room looked on, horrified, impressed and awed in equal measure.
"SEE THIS IS WHAT THE ANGELS ARE TRULY LIKE NO BETTER THAN THE DRAKEN! DOWN WITH THE UNION! SCAR WILL SAVE US LONG LI-" she let him fall and he screamed until he hit the floor with a horrible crunching sound. Duneyer spat, and Karl raised an eyebrow at the action, until he heard the reason for it.
"Capitol supporter" she said disgustedly. Karl looked at the bloody mass on the floor, and noted how the Union dealt with these Capitol. Either they were greatly despised, or it was the other way around, and the Union was the 'evil' Empire. But that can't be true, thought Karl. From what he had seen, the Empire was beautiful and prosperous, and treated its citizens well. A true home for great people, Karl concluded.
"But Myric is gone, we can't carry on! He led us to victory! Without him we are nothing!" Ha! Thought Karl to himself. "Spineless, they are sir." Said Yark off to his left. There was a muffled thump, which heralded the fact that Alexa had clamped a hand over her mouth not to laugh. Karl allowed himself one twitch of amusement before he put his stern face back on.
"He was no good anyway!" Karl almost snapped and his hand even moved to draw his Ark pistol, but through a miracle of self-restraint he managed not to look hostile.
"Shut up now before me and my fellows show you what hell looks like!" Shouted the eerie voice of Surak, lord of Shadows. Karl quietly shuddered to himself. Just plain unnatural, that one.
"Yes without the Emperor we wouldn't be here!" Shouted a Cylaurian delegate. Duneyer looked like she was about to lose it. Karl looked on and saw hundreds of squabbling faces, but he saw that it was the human delegates that were stirring up the most trouble. The other races, mused Karl, held the Emperor in great respect for what he has done but some of humanity took it for granted like all things. Well, at least that's one similarity our galaxies have, thought Karl.
The Empress didn't want a civil war, no ruler did. Karl looked at Duneyer's face with a small tear rolling down it, and in a split second decided that he would end this nonsense.
Turning to one in his retinue, he said "Fetch me a harmonic synthesiser. Mark VI, if possible." The guard ran off, and came back with a short while later. As soon as it was in the room, Karl walked towards a clear space, just to the left of the Empress Duneyer and her companions, and told them; "You might want to cover your ears. This will be loud."
Two guards had now fully set up the boxy device, and Karl casually spun a dial all the way up. The Empress and her companions had their ears firmly covered, and a few delegates in the room were looking on in mild wariness.
Karl pushed a button on the device, and a deafening BAM blasted from it, near-deafening Karl and echoing multiple times across the room. A small, dull silence happened, then a lot of small groans from the people in the room in pain of the sound. Once the ringing had subsided in everyone's ears, Karl began to talk.
"I do apologise for that, and I hope I never have to see the circumstances to do that again." Karl began, utilising the various oratory skills he had learned as an officer of the Confederate Armada. In the silence, which was surprising to everyone when they considered the mess that it was before, his voice sounded deafening. Everyone hung to his words.
"I'll start again, shall I?" he said, drawing a few quiet chuckles from various delegates. "Good evening. I am Karl Carstasin, Lord Admiral of the Confederate forces in the Milky way galaxy." He said, still managing to hold the delegates' attention.
"I have two requests of you tonight. One, can you please be more efficient than my own empire's command," he said, drawing a few laughs from the delegates with the wry smile he wore, "And also, a more serious matter concerning both these Draken and this Capitol we keep hearing so much about." He said, in a serious mood enough to make the sudden transition startling.
"I am proposing that our Empires join forces against these foes. So far, we have aided you," he said, looking around at the delegates and the Empress, "Only with the supply war materiel and some minor defensive operations.
"I say again to clarify: I am proposing that the Confederacy, or my forces at the least, gives its full support to you, The Union of Worlds. My fleets are already in position to reinforce all your existing strongholds, and separate strike fleets are being formed to mobilise against both of these foes.
"That is all. I shall leave the decision to you." Karl said, and he turned and walked back to his spot as the room burst into noise.