Planet: Kanta (Capital World of The Quisar Systems)
The purple sky choked, rank with the exhaust fumes of slender transport ships moving precious metals from the planet. Aluminum, bauxite and nickel carried by the tons away from the atmosphere to larger vehicles that would take the materials far away from the gleaming, metallic cities of Kanta. Vita looked up from her throne, adorned with black and silver spikes, at the fast moving ships. Anything to keep her mind away from present events.
She grew tired of the long line of executions carried out in the Social Districts of Kanta’s metropolises, but the traitors had to be rooted out and cleansed like the sea scum that washed on the borders of her capital. Those who stood against her could not be tolerated and the hundreds of Quisan gathered here wanted confirmation of that. In so many ways she agreed with their sedition, but they did not know the trouble they would bring to their people if she allowed them to succeed. So she found her middle point and watched each death out of respect for their noble intentions. The least she could do for them. Her close proximity to the executed worried her advisors, but a curt word kept them at bay.
As Malkia of The Quisar Systems many demands required her attention. This swath of death came from darker voices that Vita could not choose to ignore. So she watched as three Tax Captains, resplendent in blue, each walked up to buzzing circular platforms. Towers of iron, glass, and steel surrounded them, but not a single one looked up. They knew the freedom that the sky provided and just a glimpse would be a terrible reminder of what they did not have. Vita wanted so badly to give them what they desired, but it could not be. She could not lose billions to save a few. She could not preserve a finger and lose the entire body.