2370: Though cynics suggested that his popularity was boosted by the sheer luck of having a name resembling that of Bearperor Rref I, known throughout Bulrathi space as the patron of Korrarg Rrargree, the legendary Father of Planetology, in fact the sixth Bearperor of the Interstellar Era would be remembered not for the reasons he was elected - but for what he actually did. Finding an empire hungry for work, with limited factory infrastructure and skyrocketing unemployment rates, Bearperor Grrrref made a token effort almost as soon as he took office to appease his blue-collar constituents, via trade with Emperor Tyranid of the Sakkra people.
As Bulrathi engineers taught their cold-blooded counterparts the secrets of nuclear engine design, they received complete blueprints in exchange for a more efficient factory design that would - slightly - speed the construction of new factory cities ... so long as the Bearperor ordered any of the things built at all. Of course he did to an extent - both the rich third moon of Tannenberg 5 and the new mining colony at Fnarglo 4 even received major shipments of equipment from the imperial reserve to help the process along - but many other worlds saw their factory build orders quietly canceled in favor of supporting the Bearperor's research priorities, while nearly every Bulrathi on Keeta was put to work at the starbase assembling a new colony ship with enormous external fuel tanks to carry it far along the galactic rim. The new Bearperor did not entirely neglect defense - with Silicoid transports due at Primodius in short order, all the Honeybee II fighters that could possibly arrive in time were dispatched to help intercept them - but there was certainly some grumbling in military circles when he scrapped the old Nose destroyer for bureaucratic reasons associated with production of the new colony ship. With computer and weapon labs reporting breakthrough odds of just nine and ten percent, many in the empire were questioning their Bearperor's decisions already - especially when he canceled all new transports bound for Bjorno.
One of his advisors threw a fit (another merely threw 70 kilograms of industrial equipment across the room) and warned him, "Those were on their way to Fnarglo!"
"No, they weren't," the Bearperor answered.
These are on their way to
Fnarglo!" He waved his paw at the new wave of transports, built to carry no less than 35 million Bulrathi directly to the new star from Ursa.
His advisor sputtered. "But, but that's too many! Factories here will sit idle!"
"For a year or two," the Bearperor agreed, sanguinely. "Porridge is sending enough population to fill up Tannenberg as well when the terraforming project finishes there shortly."
"And what about Bjorno?"
"It'll send transports too when it has anybody to send," Grrrref answered with a grim smile. "We can back-fill it from Keeta or Porridge someplace eventually. Bjorno is secondary."
He still hadn't told all however: With a careful diplomatic dance earlier in the year, asking after exchange possibilities, he had confirmed that everyone else in the Bulrathi corner of space still lacked - and desired - the technology to colonize dead worlds.
When he had Tachaon on the line, Grrrref - trying hard not to laugh out loud at the Psilon's opinion that Controlled Dead Environment modules would be a fair exchange for their Gatling Lasers - had also asked if they would agree to suspend their alliance with the Alkari. Tachaon had said no ... but Tachaon was crazy, and perhaps the new Bearperor had planted a seed.
2371: Tachaon was explaining things to his thick-headed advisors - at least they seemed thick-headed to him; they never seemed to understand his perfectly lucid ravings. "As if I would cancel my alliance with the Alkari! Ha! The Alkari are our friends! They love us like their brothers! And they're pretty singing birdies! No matter what that stupid bear says, I'll
never cancel my alliance with them!"
In slight confusion, one of his advisors asked, "You mean Bearperor Grrrref? But you haven't spoken since last
year! Why are you still even talking about..."
"Never ever," Tachaon went on, oblivious. "Why they're such great friends, I'll bet they'll give us some more planets! They have
plenty, and we still haven't made up for the two the Sakkra took away! Our buddies will give us
lots of planets! I just know it! Ha! That'll show those Bulrathi! I'll go ask Redwing right away!"
"Um," said another advisor, hopelessly.
"Hey, Redwing, best buddy!" Tachaon fairly sang to the holodisplay. "You're totally giving us some of your planets, right?"
"What are you on about now?" Redwing asked wearily. "Why do you keep calling with these ridiculous ideas? Why would we do that?"
Tachaon beamed. "Because we're allies! We're allies and bestest friends!"
Redwing nodded, more wearily still. "Yes, we are, Tachaon, and that is why we are going to accept the status quo and not try any foolish..."
"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!!!!!" Tachaon answered, vocalizing each exclamation mark separately. "You're mean! Okay, that's it! We're not friends anymore! I don't want to be your ally! Go away!"
And with that, the number of Alkari alliances dropped to zero - for the moment at least.
Bulrathi diplomats observed the change with interest, as ignorant of the reasons as everyone in the galaxy always is of Tachaon's reasons for doing anything, but the rest of the empire mostly carried on more or less as before, with a few million more bears leaving Porridge to reinforce Primodius after the upcoming battle there, and Bjorno beginning the process of depleting its recently-arrived population in favor of building up Fnarglo's as rapidly as possible. Researchers estimated the likelihood of an ECM or paw-laser breakthrough at 17 and 21 percent, but many pundits, recalling ghosts of the RPL, scoffed that the real chance was closer to the Silicoids' chance at Primodius: Essentially 0%.
2372: Apparently beating overall odds greater than ten to one against them to land two different technologies within the first two years of Grrrref's reign was not enough for the Bulrathi weapons technicians and computer scientists. Having done so, they felt the need to also introduce the kinds of new projects that would make any Bearperor's mouth water. That Grrref would start projects in robotics controls for Bulrathi factories and neutron pellet accelerators for their starfleet went without saying, with a major investment made in labs and support infrastructure for the latter immediately, but in case those options weren't good enough on their own, the science department put alternate projects for an advanced battle computer, new rockets, and high-yield fusion bombs on the table in case the Bulrathi should need any of them later. Bearperor Grrrref was awed. "If the science teams keep turning out results like this," he mused, "I may have a chance at that ridiculous goal I set myself at the start of my term after all!"
Down at Dunatis, meanwhile, some of the arriving colonists were putting on the play of A Winter's Tale as written by the Bear of Avon, William Shakesclaw, including the beloved scene in Bohemia which features the immortal stage direction "Exit, pursued by a bear." Inevitably, when the time came to name their new home star...
...Bohemia was reborn.
Celebrations ensued both on the planet's surface and in the capital of Ursa, but they turned out to be short-lived. Down at Primodius, though less than half the Silicoid transports got through the orbital fighter screen, they turned out to be the luckiest Silicoids in the known galaxy.
All ten batallions of invaders were killed, naturally, but they managed to take out almost equal numbers of Bulrathi as General Durfus Grrbler completely muffed the defense, panicking when he saw the ememy's personal deflector shields to the extent of ordering his troops abandon their entrenched defensive positions, cast aside their hand lasers, and charge head-long at the enemy to tear them apart with their bare paws. To be sure, the Bulrathi warriors were even up to this challenge, and in spite of the General, upon realizing his mistake, giving further conflicting orders that caused milling and confusion in the charging ranks, the ground troops did finally manage to tear all the Silicoids apart. With nine million Bulrathi dead because of the General's mistakes - more than twice the expected casualties - the Bearperor himself called down to Primodius to demote the bumbling officer.
The Orderly who received the holotransmission nodded soberly. "If you think his conduct was egregious enough to demote him post-humously, Mr. Commander-in-Chief, I will convey your decision."
This gave the Bearperor pause. "Then he died in combat?"
"Toward the end of the fighting, sir, yes sir," the Orderly responded, his face carefully expressionless. The Bearperor frowned. In spite of the General's lunatic orders, last Grrrref had heard, Durfus himself had never left his hardened command bunker. Eyes directly forward, not focused on the Bearperor, the Orderly went on, "Possibly a stray shot, sir."
Grrrref was nonplussed. "A stray shot from a Silicoid slug-thrower killed the General in command when the battle was already won?"
"No, sir, not a slug-thrower, sir." The Orderly stood stiff, at attention, still avoiding the eyes of his Commander-in-Chief. "Friendly fire, sir."
"Ah," the Bearperor answered. "Ah, I see, then. Carry on."
There were other military considerations as well, with the Sakkra Juggernaut and Colony Ship crossing Bulrathi space toward Gion and Celtsi, the former due to arrive at the same time as the new colony ship. Fortunately, Grrrref had a plan in place for dealing with both effectively. Unfortunately, it didn't matter: No plan he could have put in motion would have stopped the Alkari fleet, still out of sensor range, about to beat Sakkra and Bulrathi alike to Gion.
2373: Grrrref sighed and shook his head, watching his fighters retreat. "I suppose if I had kept the Nose out there, we could have seen what their ships were armed with, but we're going to have bigger problems than that if we need to fight any of those designs before they go obsolete. We certainly couldn't have stopped them here with the fleets I had to work with - and honestly, the birds should have had this planet ages ago; I'm surprised it took them this
long!" The Bearperor knew of what he spoke: Five Sparrowhawks could take all ten Honeybee IIs in the region without help, and such reinforcements as could have been made available, with or without the nose, would have no chance against the three cruisers: A Wareagle supported by twin armed colony ships.
The starfleet's next battle went more smoothly: A single Bulrathi Scout managed to evade the slow-moving missiles of a Sakkra Hydra destroyer thanks to a lizard pilot so timid in the face of the unarmed Scout that he refused to fly close enough to actually hit his target, while his gunnery sergeant blithely kept launching missiles from beyond their maximum fuel range anyway. The Scout pilot was at first bewildered, but soon realized why the Hydra's crew had shown such apparent incompetence: It gave them a chance to retreat and return to Sakkra space instead of hanging around their remote outpost in the empty, desolate Hyboria asteroid field.
So, shaking his head at the reports from the frontiers and the miniscule chance that field mechanics engineers were reporting of a breakthrough in shield technology, Grrrref reluctantly ordered the basic colony ship en route to Gion scrapped for parts, as it no longer had a mission, was never likely to again, and might interfere with the upcoming conflict between the Sakkra and Alkari at that star. With another Silicoid Shark on its way to Primodius from Cryslon and a long-range Bulrathi colony ship just arriving at its Sanders waypoint en route to Whynil, at least the Bearperor had work to do to distract him from the mess that the Alkari border had become.
2374: While continuing his policy of focusing on research and colonization, Bearperor Grrrref also worked to modernize the Bulrathi starfleet and build up the factory bases of potentially-vulnerable border worlds. With the Whynil colony ship already en route, he even authorized 25 transports from Sanders up to the Hefalump colony, whence many colonists would be departing for Whynil before the transports were due to arrive behind them. Some of Grrrref's policies were certainly open to question, but with no serious challenger to the incumbent arising, there was little question that Grrrref would retain the office of Bearperor for a full two terms.
2375: Though he won the Bulrathi election handily as expected, Grrrref was much more relieved that he didn't have to face one for the rule of the galaxy. The Psilon and Alkari peoples had restored their alliance for reasons best known to Tachaon's closest advisor - his pet sea anemone - and though field mechanics engineers were more confident of a breakthrough than ever, more than doubling the 10% they had reported the year before ... in the end, they still weren't terribly confident.
2376: When the Shark arrived at Primodius, it was met by a single Scout, a handful of old Honeybee fighters, and sixteen of the later-model Honeybee IIs. The Bearperor had no intention of giving the Silicoids another chance to get lucky on the ground.
Of course the outcome of the battle was not in doubt. The old-model Honeybees all perished in defense of the world, but the newer fighters came through the battle completely unscathed and unimpressed. Bits and pieces of the Shark, most of them microscopic, the largest about the size of a Bulrathi pinky claw, joined the asteroid fields around Primodius, burned up in the Bulrathi world's atmosphere, or fell into the star as the victorious Bulrathi fleet soared through the planet's skies.
Not long thereafter, the Field Mechanics labs reported another victory as well: The successful development of Class 2 Deflector shields, with plans in train (the only ones available) to improve them to Class 3s.
It would be the last victory of Emperor Grrrref's time in office.
The galactic news report that ranked the Bulrathi second in population not only exposed the myth that Meklar votes would counter-balance the Alkari, but tore they myth into tiny shreds and rendered it down into sawdust. The Meklar were next-to-last in population, exceeding only the Silicoids. On the one hand, it meant there would be plenty of time before a galactic vote could be held; on the other hand, it meant the Bulrathi would have no meaningful support in their attempt to unseat the Alkari from their high perch. Grrrref's request that the Psilons break off their alliance with the birds was brushed off because, as Tachaon put it, "I only listen to proposals on alternate Tuesdays this week," and when the Mad Psilon dropped both of his alliances on his own initiative the following year, his decision was concurrent with the Sakkra renewing theirs with the birdies.
There were exceptions to all the bad news: The Bulrathi not only colonized Whynil 3 but immediately sent a huge raft of transports over from Hefalump as Sector Governor Smokey, always concerned about the environment, noticing that the colony had whole oceans of water at its disposal, trumpeted the many ways that it "can prevent forest fires!"
In tribute to him, the colonists had named their colony Onlyou.
By then however, the Bulrathi Scout at Celtsi had been chased away by a Sakkra colonyship armed with both missile pods and beams - and two
Silicoid colony ships were bound for Primodius from Phyco. Grrrref's conversations with his advisors suggest that he considered sending a more robust fleet to meet them - but never did, reluctant to build fighters that were about to go out of date just to prevent possibly-armed colony ships from possibly taking orbit and allowing inept Silicoid ground troops to possibly invade. What he didn't know was that the colony ships would indeed be armed with banks of several ion cannons each. When they arrived in 2379, they burned nearly half of the Bulrathi fighter defense force in the system, forcing the rest to retreat. Firing on the planet's surface, they destroyed a total of ten factories and two million Bulrathi over the last two years of Grrrref's administration, with two more colony ships of the same design and an unknown number of transports inbound from Phyco. Still insisting that his ground troops would take care of any problem that arose, not wanting to send a starfleet until he could design one that wouldn't immediately go obsolete, Grrrref left the Primodians to their fate, focusing mostly on research and exploration.
The research part didn't go so well - though perhaps about as well as it could have, given the circumstances in which the Grrrref administration began. By 2380, Bulrathi scientists were reporting chances of breakthroughs in three new technologies and steady progress on two more ... but the
actual breakthroughs would have to wait for the next Bearperor's administration.
Exploration was another story altogether. In addition to distant toxic and radiated ultra-rich worlds, the Bearperor learned that Meklon lay at the yellow star on the far side of the galaxy, beyond the Sakkra core, without ever encountering a Meklar planet or fleet, and in addition to toxic and radiated worlds even richer in mineral resources than Tannenberg and Fnarglo, discovered - in 2380, just as his reign was ending - the Ursa-like world of Aquilae 4, already in range for a colony ship with reserve fuel tanks, and due to come in range of any colony ship at all with the next propulsion breakthrough, at the yellow star along the galactic rim, out beyond Onlyou.
There were great possibilities for the future, but enormous dangers as well - both immediate and potential - and Bearperor Grrrref envied the next Bearperor-elect who would get to play them out ... while Grrrref himself received a send-off in the press roughly equivalent to being run out of town on a rail.