History of the Empire: Volume Two (1001-2000)

Authored by Scribe Bernard Kerr for His Imperial Majesty, Emperor Uhtred III

1192 – Beginning of the War of the Dragonstone. Norman rulers are increasingly proving tyrannical in the face of growing opposition, as Normandy and Trois-Rivieres grow ever richer, the rest of the Empire stagnating, the people growing resentful. A young lord from the city of Arcturus, taking the name of Uhtred Dragonheart, forms an army and begins a rebellion that soon consumes all twelve realms of the Empire.

1197 – The Miracle of the Medina River. Facing an enemy outnumbering them three to one, Uhtred Dragonheart proves his credentials as a leader of men and possible future Emperor, leaving the Norman army shattered, his tactics of cavalry, bow, trebuchet and spear proving too inspired for over-confident Norman generals.

1199 – The Grand Alliance. Arcturus, Prussia, Bavaria, Bebbanburg, Hilamshiral and Lavonia sign an alliance to end Norman rule of the continent, and agree that a new Empire, led by Uhtred Dragonheart of Arcturus, will rule at the end of the current conflict. Haafingaar and Nordland attend but signify their intention to remain neutral for self-preservation due to the location of Norman forces at their borders. Uhtred Dragonheart understands their concern and assures their sovereignty regardless. Tomeria remains neutral but allows allied forces to cross its lands.

1202 – Uhtred Dragonheart survives an assassination attempt while passing through Tomeria. The assassin is captured, and though wishing to show clemency, he is persuaded to put the assassin to death, to send a message to those who oppose him. The assassin, by a name of Henri Dupont, is hung, drawn and quartered, his head sent by messenger directly to King Louis VII of Normandy.

1203 – The Last but One. Trois-Rivieres falls to the forces of Uhtred Dragonheart after a nine-month battle from one border to the other. The city of Saint-Michel opens its gates to prevent its complete destruction. Only Normandy remains in opposition, but despite overtures of peace from Uhtred Dragonheart, guaranteeing certain rights in the new Empire, the kingdom refuses to surrender.

1204 – The Siege of Dunkerque, end of the War of the Dragonstone. Last year of the Second Era. Uhtred Dragonheart and his grand army routes the forces of the Normans at the border, and marches into Normandy, quickly arriving at the gates of its capital. After a six-month siege, during which thousands die from disease and starvation within the city walls, Dunkerque falls. He is crowned as Emperor on 25th Evening Star, 1204, signalling the end of Norman rule, and the beginning of the Third Era. Arcturus is proclaimed the new capital of the Third Empire.

'He who holds the Dragonstone rules the World'.

The Dragonheart family has held the Dragonstone to the present day.

1220 – The construction of the Pantheon in Arcturus is completed. It is soon the centre of faith in the Empire.

1225 – The construction of the Imperial Palace in Arcturus is completed. Emperor Uhtred I spends his final years living in the palace he helped design.

1237 – Emperor Uhtred I, fondly remembered as 'Uhtred the Great', dies at the age of 63. He is succeeded by his son, Ragnar I.

1252 – Rebellion flares in Normandy. The first crisis of Ragnar's reign, he shows a deft touch with the ideology of 'talk softly but carry a big stick.' Border clashes do occur in both Normandy and Trois-Rivieres, but with few having the heart for a sustained war, being less than fifty years since the end of the last war, the fighting quickly ends. The rebellion ends peacefully after a summit between the Emperor and King of Normandy. The Dragonheart reign is secured.

1398 – A man by the name of Brian is burned as a heretic to 'the Five' in Verona, Tomeria. His crimes were numerous, his most famous claim being that there was only one true God, that all men must repent for their sins, and that we would pay for the crimes of those who came before. He had established a following before his burning, and over the centuries, he was revered as a saint by those who believed in him, and a religion was soon established, called the Church of the Burned Man. So far, those with faith in the Five, and the Empire, have ignored this upstart religion.

1404 – The Bicentennial Year for the end of the War of the Dragonstone. Celebrations are held across the Empire though somewhat muted in Normandy and Trois-Rivieres. Talk of rebellion still lingers in some quarters.

1476 – The Kingdom of Hilamshiral rises up against the Empire, supported by the Principality of Lavonia. Hilamshiral also forges an alliance with Bebbanburg, catching Prussia by complete surprise, as the three nations being to lay siege to both Prussia and Trois-Riveires, Tomeria remaining neutral though its lands are overrun. The Kingdom of Normandy uses this excuse to launch an assault north into Nordland while assisting in the defence of Trois-Riveires. Arcturus, caught on the back foot, recognises Hilamshiral as the greater threat and goes to war to protect the security of the whole Empire.

1479 - After a long, bloody war, Hilamshiral forces refuse to surrender until the entire kingdom is overrun, their king captured, its capital in ruins and its lands left scorched. Deaths are in the hundreds of thousands. Emperor Harald I threatens to wipe Hilamshiral off the map. It takes nearly two centuries for Hilamshiral to be fully readmitted to the Empire, remaining effectively a pariah state, cut-off from trade with the other eleven realms.

1481 – The Kingdom of Normandy is finally forced out of Nordland, thanks to relief efforts by the Imperial Navy into relieving Imperial forces through Tromso, and the assistance of friends and allies across the Empire. Tired of continuous sabre rattling if not outright rebellion by Norman royalty, King Louis XI is forced to abdicate, his successor handpicked by Harald I, though ensuring the successor is acceptable to the Norman populace.

1659 – Portsmouth, a common language named town in Normandy, is proclaimed a city and a naval dockyard is designed and commissioned to be constructed, to be completed by the turn of the century.

1704 – The five hundredth anniversary for the end of the War of the Dragonstone. Celebrations are held across the Empire. Emperor Erik II tours the twelve realms. He is surprised by the warm greeting when arriving in Normandy.

1788 – The construction of the Great Docks of Arcturus is completed. From this point, Arcturus, already an important trading city, becomes one of the centres of shipping and trade in the Empire. Dunkerque is unhappy that trade is taken away until Arcturus moves the First Fleet to Portsmouth, with a smaller flotilla to be based near Dunkerque itself. Appreciating the sentiment behind such a gesture, Norman rulers celebrate the arrival of the fleet with a week of festivities.

1830 – Emperor Ragnar III marries Marie Antoinette, daughter of King Henry VI of Normandy, bringing the Imperial line and the Kingdom of Normandy closer together. Though an arranged marriage, Ragnar and Marie fall deeply in love, eventually having nine children. This would be a regular occurrence going forward, the male heir of the Dragonheart line marrying the daughter, if one was available, of the Norman throne. If no Norman daughter was available, then a daughter of the Prussian throne would be selected. More often than not, these marriages prove immensely successful.

1954 – The seven-hundred and fiftieth anniversary for the end of the War of the Dragonstone. The Empire remains as popular as ever. Emperor Ragnar IV embarks on another tour of the twelve realms. Relations between Arcturus and Normandy, so strained for centuries, are now closer than ever, and his arrival is celebrated with the largest gathering of people seen in Dunkerque in its history.


Year 2183 of the Empire (since Foundation Year)

Year 979 of the Third Era of Empire (Dragonheart Line)

Iovis, the eighteenth day of Morning Star

Mid-afternoon

"Captain, sir."

Glancing up, Samantha stood in the doorway, looking rather nervous about something. "What is it?" I wondered.

"The Lord Admiral wishes to see you immediately."

"And what has you looking like someone just gave you one hell of an almighty fright?" I asked, rising to my feet and putting on my coat.

"His clerk, sir," she whispered once I was near, "She's a little… intimidating."

"Who, Anne?" I couldn't help chuckle. "She's as sweet as apple pie."

"She does look rather fierce."

"Well, I would too if I had to deal with everything the Lord Admiral has to on a daily basis. Don't take it personally, Samantha."

"I'll try. I guess we won't be seeing much more of her anyway."

"Are you still adamant about coming"?

"Absolutely, sir. It's the chance of a lifetime. I'd be daft to throw it away."

As news of the Normandy was still not public, though more and more people were obviously learning of the ship and nature of the mission, Admiralty House remained busy, but one would not think the departure of such a grand ship was imminent. Apart from my commissioned officers, NCOs and crew, it appeared no-one but those who needed to know were aware of what was looming on the horizon. Having been working in the building for a couple of weeks by now, my face was known. I hadn't made friends with anyone, that was pointless considering departure was imminent, but I'd already established friendly relations with colleagues, receiving plenty of salutes and greetings as I strode down the marbled hall.

Still wondering what the Lord Admiral could possible want with me, I strode into his clerk's office. Anne was obviously expecting me, as she simply gestured to the partially open door. Politely knocking as always, I didn't wait for a response, striding in to see the Lord Admiral leaning back against his desk, deep in thought. Coming to a halt, I saluted as always. "You requested my presence, sir." A statement. No point questioning it.

He nodded, walking towards me. "I did, Shepard. I hope your afternoon is clear. You have been summoned to dine with the Emperor." I know my jaw dropped wide. I couldn't help it. Hackett actually smiled at my reaction. "I'm sure it's a surprise, but as you're aware, the Emperor knows of the ship and its mission, and he wants to dine with you and learn more about you before you depart. He knows enough from what he has read of your file, but he wants to meet the man behind all the words."

"It would be an honour, sir."

"Good, as we're leaving now. The carriage is waiting outside."

It was always interesting to walk alongside the Lord Admiral through the halls of Admiralty House. Subordinates practically leapt out of his way. He could be an intimidating man, of course, but I knew he had the respect of every man who served under him. It wasn't fear at all. In conversations with his closest subordinates, they claimed he never raised voice. Usually it was his tone, his mannerisms, and the look in his eyes that spoke what he thought. He tolerated mistakes, as long as they were learned from. But he wouldn't tolerate men who shirked responsibility, who were lazy and ineffective, and he made sure anyone who embarrassed the Imperial Navy and the Emperor never served again.

The carriage, not the black and gold of the Imperial, was painted the navy and gold of the Navy. Slightly smaller, it required only four horses. During our journey, Hackett explained some of the ceremony and preparation that would occur prior to my meeting with the Emperor. The road rose as the Imperial Palace was placed on the only major elevation within the walls of the city, designed as a statement, the Emperor looking over his subjects. The only building that neared the height of the palace was the Pantheon.

Passing through the gates before pulling up outside the palace, one couldn't stop and gaze in wonder. The finest stone had been quarried to build it long ago. It wasn't as large as people believed. There were no columns in front, only a grand set of doors, on which battles of years' past were carved. In the centre was the symbol of the Imperial family and crest of the Empire. Large, rectangular windows lined each wall, suggesting that inside were two floors, a ground and an upper. High above, there were more symbols of empire in the guttering, with numerous designs of dragon looking out over the city. For those who remembered long ago, the symbol of the Second Empire had been the lion. The dragon had defeated the lion to herald the coming of the Third Empire.

The grand doors were opened as the Lord Admiral and I approached, entering an entrance hall that was breathtakingly exquisite, and if a sign of what was to come, then the inside was going to be far more impressive than outside. The ceiling appeared to be miles above us, with artwork that, if I had time, I'd have taken hours to appreciate. Adoring the walls were grand portraits of previous Emperors or frescoes and further artwork. The floor was marble though we strode along the softest carpet imaginable. Ahead of us was a line of people, I assumed stewards and servants to the Emperor. A mixture of male and female, all of them dressed in fine looking suits or dresses, barely a spec of dirt between them. They bowed as we stopped before them.

"Lord Admiral, a pleasure as always."

"Thank you, William. Are you well?"

"As always, lord." He then turned to me. "Captain Shepard, pleasure to meet you. Before you meet the Emperor, you will join me and fellow stewards. There are matters of protocol and ceremony to attend to."

"Nothing to worry about, Shepard," Hackett added, "Everyone goes through the same thing when meeting the Emperor the first time."

As the Lord Admiral proceeded towards another pair of enormous double doors, flanked either side by a soldier of the Imperial Guard, I was led off to another room. It appeared to be some sort of washroom, proven when William turned to me and ordered me, politely, to remove my clothing. Obviously, I hesitated. "You have nothing I have not seen before, sir, but you must be washed, perfumed, and re-dressed before you see the Emperor. All subordinates do this beforehand."

"And the Lord Admiral?"

A slight smirk. "Even he did it the first time. A matter of protocol. Rest assured, Captain, it is nothing to be embarrassed about." He gestured behind, where a large bath lay waiting, and the steam rising suggested the water was hot. "First, you will bathe. Then you will be shaved. Then you will be given new clothing. Your current clothing will be washed, pressed, and returned when you depart this evening."

Anyone offended by nudity didn't belong in the navy. Granted, as a gentleman, you would normally act with at least a little decorum, but while I didn't expect to be washed and dressed, I wasn't worried. After undressing, I was led to the bath, noticing one or two of the girls have a cheeky peek at what was between my legs. My arms were grabbed as I lowered myself into the water, given a couple of minutes to relax and settle before they began to wash me. Ever been washed by a few women before? It was hard not to find it at least a little erotic, silently willing for my body not to react, though they helped relax me by chatting away about life in the palace, and they had the hands of those who performed physical labour all day. William simply observed, a blank look on his face. He'd no doubt done this hundreds of times before.

Being shaved wasn't a problem, as though I could do it myself, I did prefer a manservant or barber to perform the task when I was ashore. Standing naked in front of William, I was then doused in powder before being wiped down, then some sort of perfume sprayed on me. I have to admit, I smelled rather nice. Clothing was then laid out in front of me, the same as I always wore, but the feel of it in my fingers suggested it was the finest of fibres available. Once I was dressed, William looked me up and down carefully, making sure my hair was combed, my clothes brushed down again, my boots given a final polish. "You are a good looking man, Captain."

"Um, thanks."

"Single?"

"Yes. Haven't met the right woman yet."

"You will soon."

"Being at sea makes it rather difficult. And, if I were to marry and have children, how often would I see them? My love of being at sea, my need and want to be on a ship riding the waves… I guess a ship will always be my first love. She would have to be one hell of a woman to replace that feeling." Why was I telling him all this?

William nodded, perhaps in understanding, before he changed the topic. "Now, one last thing. When you enter the throne room, walk only on the carpet directly to the steps leading to the throne. Do not gawk or look around, but do not stare at the Emperor either. Once you are six paces from the steps, stop, and fall to one knee. Bow your head. Cross your right arm across your chest, fist over your heart. Extend your left arm forty-five degrees, elevated, palm flat, fingers pointing out." He demonstrated what he meant. "State only 'Your Imperial Majesty'. He will then reply 'Rise, Captain Shepard.' He may choose to walk down the steps to shake your hand, he may choose to remain seated." He paused before adding, "He will generally shake the hand of those who serve in his name. Once pleasantries are exchanged, you will find him rather delightful company. You may ask questions, but steer clear of politics, religion and sex unless he otherwise broaches the subject."

With all that ringing in my ears, he stood to the side and gestured for me to leave. The doors into the throne room were again closed, the guards opening them as I approached. Continuing along the carpet, I kept my head straight though allowed my eyes to wander. The room was spectacular. The throne itself was a work of art, though I don't believe it was solid gold. Probably painted or a light film of gold over something else. The Lord Admiral was standing off to one side, the Emperor sitting on his throne, watching my approach.

Six paces from the steps, I carried out the required gestures as instructed. Surprising myself, I felt barely a nerve as I bent down on one knee. "Your Imperial Majesty," I stated in a firm, clear voice.

"Rise, Captain Shepard," the Emperor replied, immediately rising and walking down the steps. I'd only seen the Emperor once in my life, and that had been from a distance. Up close, he was a tall, broad man. I knew he had been trained in warfare, despite the twelve realms being mostly at peace since his birth. I couldn't remember his exact age, though the grey that appeared in his blonde hair suggested he was older than me, but younger than the Lord Admiral. His blue eyes that met mine spoke of wisdom and truth. He had a beard, untouched by grey, and well-trimmed. His handshake was firm. Letting go of my hand, he stepped back as I stood easy, hands at my back. "Are you well?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

He smiled and waved a hand. "None of that, Captain Shepard. While we dine, please, call me Uhtred."

"Then I will be Shepard, Your Maj…" I trailed off.

Now he chuckled. "It will take a little getting used to. Steven still insists on using my title, even after all these years."

"It is merely respect, Your Majesty."

"He says that, but I think he merely wishes to push my buttons, see if I'll react," Uhtred whispered towards me.

He took me on a tour of the throne room, and now that I had a chance to look around, it was magnificent. There were trophies of war on display, the finest armour and weapons, heraldry adorning each pillar from the twelve realms, pictures of relations distant and close. He explained detail about some of the things we looked at, though mostly left me to gaze in silence. It was staggering, a real sign of power and prestige. I knew that, every so often, artefacts were relocated to the Imperial Museum, so the people could also gaze upon them. Many told the history of us as a people, even going further back than the beginning of legends. Those who studied in history were consistently digging up the past, leaving us to wonder who came before.

Eventually the tour finished, and I was led towards a grand dining room. The table must have been fifteen feet long, if not longer, made of the finest oak men could find, varnished so you could see your own reflection. But the room was also cosy and warm, the large windows providing a view of the city. There were only three places set, so I assumed no-one else would be joining us. "My dear wife, Aela, sends her regards, Shepard, but she is currently residing at our estate in Bebbanburg. My daughter is expecting her first child, and Aela wanted to be there for it. I will journey once I receive word the child is born."

"Congratulations, sire."

He nodded his thanks. "It's always nice to know the line of succession is secure. My first born son has yet to have an heir of his own, but I'm confident he and his wife will shortly provide us with children."

We took our seats at the table, and over the next couple of hours, I feasted upon some of the finest food I ever would in my life. The most succulent, tender of meats. The freshest of vegetables. Fruits from across the twelve realms. Cakes, breads and pastries baked only that morning for our meal. On top of that, the Emperor ensured a cask of the finest ale was provided, the Lord Admiral giving me a quick glance of 'behave yourself'. I ensured I only sipped at my drink. And, I'll have to admit, the Emperor provided delightful conversation. He asked plenty of questions of myself, as although aware of my service record, he wanted to know more about me as a man. I only hoped that what I said impressed him.

I also asked him one or two questions, ensuring I didn't stray into any topic that would cause offence, showing general interest in life at the palace and also life as the Emperor. He was surprisingly honest, admitting that he knew he was privileged, but he used that privilege to ensure he provided for his people. But the Emperor also ruled by divine right. The throne and the Five was inextricably linked. The Emperor was not a god, he was only a man, but it was a belief, held by all, that the Emperor ruled at the pleasure of the Five. That is why his forefather had taken the throne, obtained the Dragonstone, and heralded the beginning of the new era.

Once the meal was completed and an aperitif served, we retired to a sitting room, a roaring fire providing warmth, sitting in the most comfortable of chairs, the upholstery alone art in itself, as the Emperor finally broached the subject at hand. "Shepard, as captain of the Normandy, you have been set what many might think an impossible task. Be honest, what do you think are the chances of finding any remnants of the ship or our people?"

I sipped at my glass, taking time to get my thoughts in order, before replying. "It's been one hundred years, sire. Finding the ship? Well, if it still floats, and they've managed to keep up with repairs, there is a slight chance. But, honestly, I doubt we'll find it unless it crashed ashore. If it sank, it will be somewhere on the ocean floor. Regarding the people, one could only hope they have managed to survive somehow. At heart, I find it impossible that, even if the Dunkerque did sink, all hands would have been lost."

"You believe there might have been survivors? But why have they not returned?"

"It's possible they never have an opportunity, even after all this time. And if the chart showing the only navigable route was lost, that would make it even more perilous."

"Your officers, the ladies and gentlemen under your command. Are you confident?"

I glanced at Hackett before replying. "The Admiralty and the various boards responsible for commissioning officers have provided me with the finest people available. If we judged the mission on that alone, then all this should a success."

"And the Normandy itself?"

"I was left speechless, sire. Absolutely speechless. I've never seen anything like it before, obviously. But the way it's designed, its curves, it masts and the way the sails would hang, as I can see them in my mind, the mere colour of the wood use… It's enough to bring a tear to the eye, sire. I still can't stop smiling about the fact that the ship will be under my command once we weigh anchor and set sail."

The Emperor turned to Hackett. "I think we have a true sailor and man of the sea with us, Steven."

"Captain Shepard was born to serve the Empire and its navy, Your Majesty. He is the right man for the job."

He turned to me and nodded. "I agree. And you have already proven, with your words, that you are the right man for the task, Captain Shepard. I have only one favour to ask. I cannot make it an order. I do not know what the future holds. But I ask only one favour. I hope you can grant it." I nodded. "Once your mission is done, return to us. Let the people know what happened to the Dunkerque and those who sailed it. But, the most important thing, return with your own crew and the Normandy. I cannot bear the thought of being responsible for…"

"I give you my word, sire," I said, "And I apologise for interrupting."

The Emperor raised his glass. "To the Imperial Navy and all those who serve it."

I raised my glass and smiled. "Long live the Emperor and the Dragonheart Empire."

"One last question, Shepard, and I'll leave the topic alone."

I couldn't help chuckle. "I don't mind, sire. I can talk about sailing and the navy all day."

"Are you a man of faith?" I nodded. "Will you be attending prayers on Solis before you depart?"

"Of course. I have invited all my officers to attend. I will attend in the morning as usual, then I will return again in the evening with my officers. It will be the last opportunity to visit the Pantheon before we depart. I predict we'll be ready to leave by the middle of next week."

"Very good. It is my intention to attend alongside you in the evening."

I'll admit, that left me a little speechless for a few seconds, even a little choked up. The Emperor joining someone like me for Solis prayers? I might be a captain in the Imperial Navy, but I was a nobody compared to the lords above me. "Your Majesty, that is… I mean… We would all be honoured by your presence."

"You are about to leave on one of the greatest journeys undertaken in the name of the Empire, Shepard. I believe it is only right I attend and share my prayers of success with you and your officers."

"Thank you, sire."

"Don't tell your officers. I would like my attendance to be a surprise."

"Of course. My sister will definitely ask what's up though." I paused before adding, "You'll definitely like her too, sire."

He chuckled, "I look forward to meeting her."

I shared one more drink with the Emperor and the Lord Admiral before the latter announced he would be departing for the evening, and it was a subtle suggestion that I would be leaving too. I didn't mind, though I would have enjoyed the company of the Emperor a little longer, or a real tour of the palace, left wondering what the private quarters looked like. I hadn't seen any of his children around either, assuming they were either in other parts of the palace, or with their mother in Bebbanburg.

Walking out to the carriage with the Lord Admiral, he asked if I wanted a lift, but as it was still early evening, I declined, suggesting I would walk home. He bid me farewell as he would return to his residence in one of the finest areas of the city. Being Lord Admiral definitely had its perks.

It was a pleasant evening, a cool breeze coming up from the harbour, all the way along the river into the city itself. Not cold enough for a thick jacket, but enough to bring a slight chill, causing jackets to be buttoned up. It was a good walk back to my house, tempted but eventually forgoing the chance of a tipple at one of the many taverns I passed by. I'd behaved myself while the palace, but it has also been a long meal, and quite frankly, I was stuffed.

Arriving back home sometime later, my jacket now over my shoulder as I'd worked up a sweat during my walk. Wandering inside, I found Jane sprawled by herself on the couch, a fire already lit, book in hand, a glass of wine on the small table in front of her. She noticed my appearance and smiled. "Evening, brother. Where have you been?"

"Having dinner with the Emperor."

"Fuck off!" she exclaimed before falling silent, judging my face as I sat down next to her, moving her stockinged feet onto my lap so she was still comfortable. "Hang on, you're serious?"

"Why would I lie about something like that?"

"Since when? You never told me!"

"It was unexpected. I think it might have been a last minute thing."

"Talk about the mission?" I nodded. "What's he like?"

"He's a good man. And he cares. He really does. One would think the Emperor would be aloof, with barely an idea of what goes on outside the gates. But he shows an interest in everything." I paused before adding, "I will tell you something, but you must swear you don't share it. If you do, I'll make sure you stay here."

She performed the gesture, arm across her chest, hand over her heart. "I swear on the Five. And who am I going to tell anyway! Now, what is it?"

"The Emperor will join us for prayers on Solis eve."

My sister was very excited by that news.


Year 2183 of the Empire (since Foundation Year)

Year 979 of the Third Era of Empire (Dragonheart Line)

Solis, the twenty-first day of Morning Star

Mid-afternoon

As it was likely our last Solis together before we set sail, I asked the day before if Jane would like a picnic lunch after attending prayers in the morning. She joked as usual about it being misinterpreted by others, but considering we were both single, and enjoyed each other's company, I saw no harm in it. She readily accepted the invitation. "Bet you'd prefer Laetitia to join you," she did state on the way home from the Pantheon after prayers.

"I don't know what you're talking about. And how do you know her…" I paused before asking, "Samantha? I guess you have visited my office often enough."

"She's full of gossip, Johnny. Delightful, juicy gossip, all at your expense. Apparently two women on this ship might have caught your eye. Who was the other one?"

I sighed, already defeated, as she'd figure it out quickly once I saw her again. "Her name was Serana. She will be the second surgeon on board with Doctor Chakwas."

"Johnny?" I glanced at her, hearing her earnest, almost hopeful tone. "I hope you do find love one day."

"My first love is the sea."

"And while I see that, don't you eventually want someone to find somebody to love? Court her, get married, have children, settle down?"

"We're about to head out on a journey that could take us only the gods know where. I'm not even going to start thinking about any of that until our return."

She cuddled into my side as we strolled along. "Well, I can still hope for the future then." I hugged her back and kissed her forehead before she let me go and we walked the rest of the way home in comfortable silence. And, I'll admit, I hoped she found the love of her life one day too. She definitely deserved to find love. And I knew, with the necklace she wore and the god she revered, that she was certainly planning children some day in the future.

I'd bought everything we would need for a picnic the previous day. Nothing extravagant, just some bread, cured meats, fruit and some small cakes. There were small parks dotted around the city where people would gather when the sun was out and the weather warm. After placing the blanket down on a patch of grass, we enjoyed a little food, and a lot of the wine I'd also brought along, not talking about the upcoming mission but making each other laugh as we remembered stories of when we were kids. Both of us knew how lucky we were, growing up in a loving household, both parents still alive, relatively comfortable compared to many others as we never went hungry, our house always warm.

"Do you ever miss Tromso?"

"I'll admit I do sometimes. I miss mother's cooking most of all. She could take the simplest of ingredients and produce a meal that would make my taste buds dance."

"And father?"

"I've only ever wanted to make him proud, little sister. Just as I wanted to make my little sister proud of her big brother."

She couldn't help smile as she said softly, "She certainly is," before adding excitedly, hands raised, "And now I'm on the same ship as him!"

Her enthusiasm about everything was infectious, which is why I thought she'd be an excellent addition to my crew. "I'm rather fond of the idea too, Jane."

"Will I like my fellow officers?" she asked somewhat suddenly, "I'm so used to working alongside those I know from the Sirius…"

"I've been given the best of the best, Jane. Yourself included. All I can suggest is that you prove what you are capable of, what I know you are capable of, and there won't be any problems whatsoever."

We ate a little more food, polished off the bottle of wine, and then headed home. She'd had more wine than myself so she headed to bed for quick nap as I settled down in the sitting room, looking over some more paperwork. I wanted everything well and truly signed off before I boarded the Normandy for the first time. Once I set foot on the ship, I would not leave it until our return, until we found new land, or I stepped onto the deck of a captured ship. Many of my fellow captains were just as if not more superstitious.

Noticing the sun starting to set, I headed upstairs to wake up Jane first before heading into my room to get into uniform. I'd instructed all officers to attend prayers in uniform, and hoped they would do as I asked, as none would know the Emperor would be attending. I looked closer at my uniform than normal, looking for any marks or stains. I had a couple of spares, of course, but would rather not wear those before departure.

I could hear Jane stomping around next door, no doubt probably feeling the lingering effects of the wine, though a walk to the Pantheon should help clear those. I focused on making sure I was presentable, leaving my coat for last as always, before checking on her. She insisted she was fine, just feeling a little tired, thinking her nap might not have been the best idea. "No more drinking," I suggested. She readily agreed, stating she'd head straight back to bed upon returning later on.

Once dressed, she asked me to give her a look over, ensuring she was just as presentable as myself. She looked fine, so after donning our jackets and hats, we headed downstairs and out into the street. It was now dusk, light still on the horizon though street-lights were starting to illuminate around us. We took our time strolling along as we still had a bit of time before the evening service would begin, and I wouldn't be surprised if it was delayed, as no doubt information about the Emperor attending would have been relayed to the Grand Cleric. He would no doubt lead the service if the Emperor was in attendance.

There was a small crowd of people by the columns of the Pantheon, all of them wearing officer garb. Noticing I was approaching, they formed into a line and came to attention, saluting at the same time. I came to halt just before them and returned the gesture.

"Crew of the Normandy, for those who haven't met her already, may I introduce Acting Lieutenant, and also my sister, Jane Shepard. Jane, meet at least some of the crew of the Normandy. From left to right, you have Sister Laetitia Donadieu, Captain of the Marines Kaidan Alenko, Lieutenant and Executive Officer Miranda Lawson, Doctor Karin Chakwas, Doctor Serana Volkihar, Master Charles Pressly, Chief Petty Officer Ashley Williams, Purchasing Officer Jacob Taylor, Quartermaster Jeff Moreau, and Captain's Clerk, otherwise known as my assistant, Samantha Traynor."

There was a round of handshakes as they all greeted each other. I'm sure there were probably one or two questions about my sister being so highly ranked on the Normandy, but there was protocol to follow, and if they had concerns, they could raise those with me in private. But I knew Jane would prove she was worthy of her position within the matter of a few days, not only to herself or her crew members, but perhaps most importantly, to me, as her brother and as her commanding officer.

Before heading in, I suggested we wait a moment before heading in. I checked my pocket watch for the time, and I knew the Emperor would be arriving in mere moments. He would arrive in his carriage, but would do so without ceremony.

Within a few minutes, we could hear the clop-clop of an arriving carriage, everyone quieting down as the Imperial carriage rounded the corner and pulled up in front of us. I sensed and hear the shuffle of my officers get into line, including Jane, as the footman on the carriage jumped down to open the door. The Emperor stepped out first, dressed in a similar uniform to all of us, just with far more golden embroidery and a few more medals, most awarded by the kingdoms and duchies of the Empire. He was followed by his son, the Lord High Admiral, dressed in a similar uniform to his father, with fewer medals, and then the Lord Admiral. I immediately took a knee, knowing everyone behind me would have done the same. "Your Majesty," I stated, hearing those words echoed behind me.

"Rise, crew of the Normandy," the Emperor stated, "To be honest, considering the mission you are all about to undertake, it is I who should be saluting you."

"You honour us with your presence, Your Majesty," I stated, "If I may make introductions?"

"Of course, Captain. I shall remember their names and pray for each one of them."

The Emperor had obviously studied the paperwork, as during each introduction, he seemed to know a little something about each of them, whether it was where they were from, or a ship they'd served on, or their training, or just a small anecdote about life in general. He raised more than one laugh, and it was a genuine laugh, not the fake one you would usually hear. Sure, my officers were nervous as it was unlikely any had met the man before, but as I'd told Jane, he was clearly a good, decent and honourable man. Having now met him and spent time with him, my faith in his divine rule was strengthened.

Introductions complete, I was allowed to fall in alongside the Emperor as we walked into the Pantheon. I noticed it was emptier than normal. The Emperor would like to be a man of the people, and while popular, there were still those who would like to gain infamy, or notoriety, by attempting to take his life. I was not aware of any attempts before, but it was simply a case of being safe above all else.

The Grand Cleric was in position as we sat ourselves along the pews. I found myself sat between the Emperor and his son as the Grand Cleric took his position in front of us. He merely stood on a step above the main floor, a book in his hands. There was no real written doctrine to our faith. It was more a belief held within one's heart and mind, though all the gods revered were done so for a particular reason. For example, Venti as the God of Wind or Mars as the God of War. The book in his hands only contained the few songs that could be sung before, during, and after a service, or to whichever god you happened to revere.

"Grand Cleric Beocca, before you begin, let's leave aside any mention of the Emperor or my divine rule. We are here to pray for the crew of the Normandy and ask the gods to ensure their safe onward journey and return."

"As you wish, Your Majesty."

Beocca spoke wonderfully for the next twenty minutes, all the more remarkable considering he could only speak from the head and the heart. The one over-riding message of his sermon was that the Normandy would travel the world on behalf of the Empire and the Five. He didn't say we would be spreading our faith to any people we would happen to meet. And if it did spread, it would happen naturally. The Five didn't want us to force our faith onto others, accepting many would choose to follow their own faith, or even have none at all. One of the reasons the Church of the Burned Man was considered a danger is that they didn't accept our faith in return.

Finishing his sermon, Beocca walked towards our group, shaking each of us by the hand, wishing us good luck and to retain our faith in the Five, and we would be successful. Once that was done, he disappeared, leaving us to pray in solitude.

"Do you wish to pray with me, Shepard?" the Emperor asked.

"Of course, sire."

He gestured ahead. "I believe the God of Wind would suffice?"

I couldn't help chuckle. "Anyone would believe you to be a sailor at heart too, sire."

We knelt side by side at the altar of Venti. I'm not sure what he prayed for. No doubt the same as myself. It was the same prayer each and every time. A good wind, a safe journey, and a triumphant return. I don't think I asked for much. Rising to my feet, I noticed Alenko at the altar of Mars, Laetitia at the altar of Dibella, Doctors Chakwas and Serana at the altar of Asclepius, who was the god of medicine. Most of my crew was waiting for me to move out of the way, as most sailors worshipped Venti above all.

I gathered with the Emperor, his son and the Lord Admiral, making small talk as we waited for the others. Matters of faith could not and should not be rushed, particularly as this would be our final time before departure. It was a time of reflection as well as contemplation.

Not wanting to make a fuss, the Emperor gathered us around to wish us good luck a final time before he left to return to the palace, joined by his son and Lord Admiral. After one last handshake with each of us, he departed, leaving the rest of us to slowly filter out into the darkness.

"Sister Laetitia, would you care for an escort home?" I wondered as others started to disappear into the night.

"What about your sister?"

"I live close by, sir. We can go together as Serana is staying with me until we go too," Chakwas suggested.

As that trio wandered off in the direction of my home, Laetitia and I followed the same route of a few nights before. She looped her left arm around my right again, leaning in rather close as we strolled along rather slowly. It was already far too comfortable, and her being a priestess of the faith, we would never be more than friends. Oh well…

Still, she was pleasant company, rather excited that the Emperor had joined us for prayers that evening, as it was completely unexpected. She was also enthusiastic about the words the Grand Cleric had shared. "With his and the Emperor's blessing, this expedition is bound to be a success," she added.

"We can but hope. Once we're past the barrier reef, our lives are in the hands of Neptune and Venti."

"And you, Captain Shepard," she said softly.

"No pressure then," I added with a light chuckle.

"I'm confident. And not because Mercury spoke to me. Or because of my faith. I believe in you, Shepard."

I couldn't help glance at her, in complete surprise, as her tone backed up her words completely. She merely returned my glance and smiled, before tightening her grip around my arm a little longer. Ever have your mouth go dry in an instant, your heart beat that little faster, as you felt a surge of feelings erupt from deep within?

I was in trouble. Deep, deep trouble.

The rest of the walk took place in silence. Laetitia even started to hum to herself, a tune I didn't recognise, but it did make me smile all the same. The road was deserted as we eventually arrived at her residence, once again stopping in front of her door, Laetitia stepped forward then turning towards me. Removing my hat, I know I looked at her in dumb silence.

"May I ask a question, Shepard?"

"Sure."

"Do you wish to court me?"

My jaw should probably have dropped wide. Yet, somehow, the question didn't surprise me because I figured my feelings were immediately clear. "Yes, I would. But you are a priestess of the Five…"

"And you believe my vows prevent me from what? Being courted? Wanting marriage and a family?"

"But I thought…"

"I have taken vows to serve the faith, Shepard. I have not taken vows of chastity nor am I as innocent as you are likely to believe because I currently wear the white robes of faith. The Five do not expect nor demand that sort of commitment. We are men and women, of flesh and blood, most of us desiring the company of someone, a life companion, a husband or wife, while also serving the faith."

"Oh…" I trailed off, trying very hard to ensure the smile I could feel approaching didn't form. "I didn't know my… I didn't think I was being that obvious."

She giggled. "Shepard, it was obvious within five minutes of meeting you." She stopped giggling, clearing her throat and sighed. "But we also have the mission, and for the moment, neither of us can be distracted. Not at the moment."

"I agree." My mind did, my heart didn't.

She took my hands in hers, stood on tiptoes and kissed my cheeks again before standing flat on her feet. "Goodnight, my captain."

"Goodnight, Sister."

I let go of her hands and watched her turn and walk towards her front door. She turned as she opened it, returning another heart-warming smile, before she disappeared inside. Placing my hat back in place, I put my hands in my pockets and strolled along, whistling a tune.

I guess I had a little reason to be happy.


A/N – So, if you've read some of my other stories, you'll know one of my characters, Uhtred Dragonborn from 'Land of My Fathers', is partly influenced by a series of novels, called the 'Saxon Stories'. The first book, The Last Kingdom, has also been developed into a TV series (on BBC and Netflix.)

Anyway, Grand Cleric Beocca is named for Father Beocca from that series. It all fits rather nicely, considering the Emperor is named Uhtred. And Beocca himself is a terrific character in the books.