On Arcose, the Zoonking is the very image of an ideal ruler. Despite being shorter than the newly crowned King Thermia, he still looms large in the minds of the populace. The precision strike on the palace ensured little devastation to the world at large, and Sumac has shown little interest in subjugating the planet fully. Honestly, the biggest change he's made to the planet proper besides leadership has been taking down the propaganda and imagery of Zeer. Using his magic to conjure in their place exotic plants, banners, streamers, and other decorations, all made to celeberate Arcose rather than Sumac.
At every social event, Sumac is gregarious and charming. Doing his best to shift questions of leadership away from himself and onto the shoulders of the King Thermia. All of his overtures going to the idea that this was a liberation, not a conquest. That he simply couldn't stand the idea that anyone would try to overtly resurrect the legacy of galactic tyranny the Colds had left behind. The talk of Zalt and the morbid happenings there are not far from those conversations, with the smile of Sumac finally falling at those mentions. But beyond that, Sumac is always witty, always affable, always understanding...
Slipping behind a set of doors, and clicking them shut, Sumac clicks his fingers together and mutters the magic word, conjuring a boulder in front of the doorway. With the lack of any interruption assured, the well-worn groove of smile finally falls from Sumac's face. Leaving behind nothing but a neutral expression, though that soon gives way to bitterness and half-hearted mumblings to accompany them.
"Razza... Frazzin.... No good..... Zalt..." Sumac's mutterings soon quicken as his body begins to tremble, struggling to hold all his rage.* "Daiz. Makyo. Galactic Patrol. Kruel. Frickin...." Sumac breaks out into a scream of raw frustration. "AHHHHHHHH-mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" The screaming cuts itself off as Sumac grabs a pillow off some chair or whatever and stuffs it into his lizard-like maw. Choking down his anger as literally as he can, Sumac waits a bit to make sure he's done with his own tantruming.
...
Ok, there. Sumac wrenches the drool covered pillow out of his mouth and slaps it back down on the stupid fancy chair. Immediately afterwards, he then kicks the chair over. "Gah! I can't believe this! Why why why!" Sumac punctuates each 'why' through another kick to the chair, kicking it around the room. "Why do people keep trying to bring back the Colds!? First Zeer tries to do it in spirit, now we've got some nutcase trying it for real with Cooler?
Cooler of all people?! He was a prick! They were
all pricks! Big pointy pricks the lot of 'em!"
Sumac jumps and wrenches a painting of Zeer off the wall, one of the few left intact. He glares angrily at the painting, as if personally trying to resurrect his recent opponent and wring his neck all over again. "And if THAT wasn't enough-" Sumac tosses the painting across the room, smashing it against the wall, and dropping the amount of Zeer paintings in existence into the single digits. "-now the Galactic Patrol is arming up and feeling bold enough to try and do digs in war-stricken territory! And whatever they've got cooking means nothing good for a guy who's on their shitlist. Ugggggghhhhhhh...."
Sumac's rage drops out of him as he in turn drops to his knees, doubling over and getting on his hands as well. "And I'm so close..... The first hint of Makyo in decades and I've got to deal with all this bullshit." Sumac flops over on his back, staring up at the ceiling, all the rage petering out as moroseness fills his form instead. "Why? What shitty deity did I offend to place all this rotten luck in my way? All I want is to go home..."
Sumac stews in self-pity for a bit longer before slowly getting back up, his whining run it's course. He trundles up towards a chair and clambers onto it, sitting up so he can start typing out missives into local space. It's time to get back to work.
From: Sumac, Zoonking of Zoon
To: GCPA Director Khrome
@<o>U<o>
Subject: Nothing Personal
Truly, there isn't anything personal to the conflict of our forces on Zoon, nor on Heeter. And I trust that your logical mind will not hold the success of Zoon and Arcose against the realm. You see, your cyborgs are undoubtedly a quality fighting force. But using them to prop up a tyrant like Zeer was bound to have them destroyed one or another. It seems to be the way of things in this galaxy. Any attempt to consolidate power in a single grasp will see these efforts crumble away like sand. As for the display on Heeter... I ultimately had no control over whom they sent into the tournament to fight on their behalf.
Your trade routes through Zoon and into Heeter and Arcose are still valid, though your security contracts may need to be revised. And with the impending encroachment of the Galactic Patrol, I would personally recommend that you keep your eyes on that proverbial ball. Spreading your resources too thin could be leading to an ambush from a place you likely least expect.
With best regards, the Zoonking
From: Sumac, Zoonking of Zoon
To: Bil'Bdaz, Master of Yolk
@triumph8w
Subject: The Dignity Of Nikochan
I understand you have limited time, so I will keep this brief. The civil war on Nikochan is truly a tragic affair. Too many lives have been eaten up by either side's ravenous gluttony. And to think, this all occurred due to a simple misunderstanding and lack of communication between our sides. Well, that ends today. There will be an open dialogue between our forces. I will be enforcing peacekeeping efforts to ensure that the rightful king of Nikochan is restored to his throne. And with his re-installment, will begin working to further the goals of peace across a wartorn stars. There could very well be a place for you in this peace as an equal.
With hope for the future, the Zoonking
From: Sumac, Zoonking of Zoon
To: King Nikochan
@Dovahsith
Subject: Relief
Apologies for the delays, my friend. There was a tyrant that needed slaying. And afterwards, a celebratory banquet. You just need to hold out for a handful of days more.
Your throne awaits, the Zoonking
From: Sumac, Zoonking of Zoon
To: Elec Heeter
Subject: Mercenary Work?
Everyone seemed adamant about offering you protection not so long ago, but it frankly seems you have little need of it. Instead, I find myself wondering if an inverse accord could be struck up. A deal ensuring one or two of your strongest fighters is 'on call' so to speak to break up a protracted engagement that may emerge in the near future. Just a thought.
With tentative hope, the Zoonking
From: Sumac, Zoonking of Zoon
To: Imecka
Subject: A Friendly Hello
As conflict rages across the stars, I find myself contemplating my galactic neighbors more and more. It's increasingly likely that as the myriad wars rage, even remote planets such as Imecka migiht find themselves drawn into the quarrel. I'm not so bold as to immediately propose an alliance and military coordination, instead, consider this an opening of channels. An acknowledgement that you're not alone in this wide expanse of space, and dreadful recognition that war comes sooner than many think.
With bright greetings, the Zoonking
