The two suits stopped in front of a room on the second floor, gesturing
Caxia to head in. Inside was the usual assortment of
human furniture for establishments such as this one: two beds with uncomfortable pillows and blankets with who-knows-what stained all over them, blatantly obvious in all wavelengths of light except visual, a table with all the different electronics ports on it, and a
monitor pasted onto the wall. Standing, waiting for the cyborg, was another Asian male, this one much older, even by modern human standards, with white hair and wrinkles. He had to be in his nineties or more with current healthcare. He would’ve lived through the Second Century of Humiliation.
“I’ve been waiting for you, Ms. Caxia.” He spoke in eloquent English, and age didn’t seem to affect his mental or physical sharpness either, as he walked forward and offered his hand.
Caxia wore arms around their body like a cape, and when this man offered his hand to shake, one of the arms on Caxia’s body would immediately move to reciprocate. The primary optic on their head would focus in on this individual, while the secondary optics would start scanning around the room, taking in the various assortment of decorations. For now, Caxia’s voice would remain feminine and diplomatic, “The
American Union has made reaching out to your side both mechanically difficult and politically complicated. Before we begin, I would like some clarification as to who you speak on behalf of.”
“I’m a representative for the State of Shen Zhou. I understand that my colleague of the
Li Ming system has expressed disdain for the American Union publicly but hasn’t reached out to you in earnest. That is how they are, ever since they lost their cruisers to the imperialists. All bark and no bite afterwards.” The old man replied.
“It is understood that you should not be entering into details with ‘terrorists’.” Caxia explained, laying out the situation as best they could, “We ask only to understand your people and what they are after. Though we should avoid entering into any sort of agreement, you may find that our goals are in alignment. In the future there could be the possibility of close cooperation.”
“Good. We are in agreement here.” The old man nodded. “The
Li Ming Governor claims the Americans have forgotten their history, but she did too. At least, she wasn’t there to feel it in her bones. Do you understand?”
He went on to elaborate further. “For too long, the HFR’s security has been at the mercy of the AU. Every
ranger, every corvette, every
cruiser that we put through the SLE’s we built ourselves has to get approval from the imperialists on those SLE’s, first. The
Shen Zhou system is practically right next to the Ping Qiong
system, the
Daqinren. The people of Li Ming say they hate the Daqinren, and credit where credit’s due, Luo Meng put up a good act against the
Daqin… at first. But you saw what happened, she backed down at the end.”
“How is it that the Daqinren assert so much influence over your people?” Caxia asked.
“Part of it is time.” The old man shrugged. “If you didn’t live through the carnage, you tend to forget and forgive those who did it. Our ancestors did the same thing after the Japanese tore apart their fellow countrymen. Another reason is genuine gratitude for what the Daqinren, or the
Zhuli, did. The Li Ming system was always the least connected to the old administration and rewarded comparatively the most when it fell.” He paused. “The people of Shen Zhou have not forgotten, nor forgiven. Both us and the Daqinren know the importance of Shen Zhou as a linchpin to the rest of the
human sphere. In that regard, Shen Zhou and Hawking are actually quite similar.”
“It would appear you have a more pervasive problem when it comes to the Daqinren. If the American Union were to vacate the SLEs, how would you keep the Daqinren from filling that power vacuum?” Caxia asked.
"The Daqinren won't because those are our SLE's and we'll be occupying them. The AU is a problem not only because they're holding what's rightfully ours, but also it puts timely response against external threats outside of our control." The old man explained calmly.
“And what of the others within the HFR? I assume not all of your people share the exact same sentiments as you?” Caxia asked.
"No." The old man shook his head. "But it doesn't matter. Shen Zhou has full control over its own budget. If we see an opportunity to remove the AU from HFR space, we will, with our without the will of Republic Space Command and the rest of the HFR."
“Then it would seem you do not speak for all of the HFR? We would wish to understand them as well, as it could be disadvantageous for us to take action in a spirit of good-will without a full understanding of the situation… or is it that only Mr. Shen Zhou is willing to speak with The Assembly?” Caxia asked.
“If the HFR as a whole was willing to speak to you, why would I ask you to meet me here?” The old man asked rhetorically. “Frankly speaking, most of the HFR wants to maintain the status quo. Peace, diplomacy, subservience, under the guise of a unified front. That’s a plain lie. Shen Zhou truly, will tolerate the Union’s boot on us no longer. If you want to open relationships, we’d be honored to respond.”
“Then we will get started on opening relationships. I would thank you for your time.” Caxia responded, sending an electronic message back to the original sender of the waypoint, ~We will reach out here when the time comes.~