Specifics

Iron Throne HoloNet communications have become faulty and glitch-ridden, deteriorating steadily in both frequency and strength since the dismantling of the major transcievers on Antei.

But without explanation or warning, they have stopped completely.

For the Arcona, a Clan prowling the depths of space like a lean wolf , this is a grim omen of inevitable treachery, deceit, and violence. Predation is the somber tune which will echo through the halls of the Fleet's vessels.

Write a fiction, no less than 3 pages, detailing your subtle maneuvering or decisive power plays in the absence of the ominous scrutiny of the Dark Council.

Do you assassinate the fledging Consul or Proconsul? Poison your most hated rival? Steal a powerful artifact from the Clan Vault? Attempt to turn the Inner Order to bickering and infighting? Organize allies and engineer a coup to seize command of the entirety of the Clan itself?

Be as creative and unorthodox as possible.

Platform

Fiction - Word Document, email, or .txt file - Times New Roman or Arial, no smaller than 12pt.

Comments

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