Knome: The Forbiddon Zone

Knome: The Forbiddon Zone

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Peace has reigned in Moorbia, due primarily to the tireless efforts of NOVA, the international body set up to arbitrate disputes. It has kept the peace for many decades and has avoided several major conflicts. But it has been a strained peace, like the calm before a storm, like a cloak to something far more sinister.

A rivalry between Moorbia’s two great powers, The United Kingdom of Akadia, the dominant power in the Outer Rim and the Myan Empire, which dominates the more populace Inner Core. Fear has been the driving force behind this rivalry, fear of losing its place, fear of subjugation.

Now a new player has emerged, the Republic of Knome, a former colony of the Akadian Government from whom they won their independence. With the discovery of a new highly efficient fuel source, Knome has become the jewel of Moorbia, being courted by both the Akadian and Myan governments.
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Summary

Peace has reigned in Moorbia, due primarily to the tireless efforts of NOVA, the international body set up to arbitrate disputes. It has kept the peace for many decades and has avoided several major conflicts. But it has been a strained peace, like the calm before a storm, like a cloak to something far more sinister.

A rivalry between Moorbia’s two great powers, The United Kingdom of Akadia, the dominant power in the Outer Rim and the Myan Empire, which dominates the more populace Inner Core. Fear has been the driving force behind this rivalry, fear of losing its place, fear of subjugation.

Now a new player has emerged, the Republic of Knome, a former colony of the Akadian Government from whom they won their independence. With the discovery of a new highly efficient fuel source, Knome has become the jewel of Moorbia, being courted by both the Akadian and Myan governments.

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Submitted: February 11, 2017

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I SAW A GREAT SCHISM

TWO MEN LARGE IMPOSING STOOD AND DIVIDED THE WATERS

WITH A STRONG ARM HELD THEM APART

A GREAT JEWEL SEEN IN THE MIDST

SEIZING IT THE WATERS WERE RELEASED

AND THE MIRE WAS STIRRED

 

Visions of Idisu

First Book (Foundations) of KyDune

 

 

Prologue

 

Krestlin Palace (Knome)

In an uncharacteristic rage, Prince Yuri Yemen tossed everything he could get his hands on.  Anything he could not throw, he moved, or dislodged from its position.  His meditation room was in complete disarray, nothing was where it had been just half an hour before.  Every single breakable object was in pieces, every piece of furniture had been overturned.  Dust from bottles of incense filled the air, inducing Yuri to coughed uncontrollably from its overpowering aroma.  He fell to his knees gagging, covering his mouth and nose with a piece of cloth he had ripped off a wall display.  The need for air, shifted Yuri's focus from his over powering rage. 

Yuri’s security guards, anxiously stood at the closed entrance of the meditation room.  Noises and screams could be heard through the door.  The Guards were on edge, debating whether they should enter the room or not.  Just at the moment of decision, Yuri Yemen’s youngest daughter, Korah, had arrived. 

“What’s going on?” she demanded. 

The ranking Guard, pointed towards the door.  “My lady, it’s your father, he ordered us to leave the room and then he started screaming and.”  Just then, a loud noise from inside the room startled them and punctuated the guard’s statement. 

The under ranking guard asked, “What should we do, my lady?”

Inside the meditation room, Yuri began crawling, occasionally covering his mouth with a cloth he had ripped from a wall display.  A cloud of incense filled the air, burning his eyes, making it difficult for him to see where he was going. He let his senses guide him as he made his way towards the door, stopping and grimacing in pain as he crawled over a broken object.  He heard the door of his meditation room opening. His security guards, followed by Korah, rushed in, coming to his aid, they helped him to his feet, and ushered him out of the room and onto an outside balcony for air. Yuri coughed violently, dislodging dust from his lungs, gasping in the fresh air, as his panic attack began to relent.

Korah, perplexed by the incident, attended to her father, removing debris from his clothing, picking out glass and other objects from his arms, hands and face as he cried out in pain.  Korah dismissed the guards, and she closed the balcony doors, not wanting anyone to see her father in his current condition.

Yuri, began to scream uncontrollably.  Korah, was so unnerved by the sight that she began to weep.  An overwhelming sense of dread invaded her, she felt her world was crashing in on her. Never in her life had she even seen her father shed a tear, he was so strong, so steady.  But that world was now shattering, and she wanted desperately to stop his cries, not for his sake, but for hers.  Korah, grabbed him trying to force him to look at her. 

“Father?” she screamed un-consolingly. But there was no acknowledgment from Yuri. 

Korah slid in between him and the balcony wall. “Father, what is it? What’s wrong?” she pleaded. Having no effect on her father, she gave in to her own despair, ceased all attempts to console him and crumpled to the floor in tears. 

Korah’s cries finally penetrated Yuri’s delirium.  Looking down at her crumpled frame, he groaned in compassion for her. His love and concern for her halted his breakdown.  He reached down and lifted her to her feet, he brushed her hair from her eyes and began to wipe her tears.  He embraced her as she buried her head in his chest and cried, feeling his soothing voice, caressing her raw emotions. 

“My dear, I’m sorry," he said holding her tightly. 

“Oh Father, what’s happened? What’s wrong?” 

Yuri paused, letting Korah’s question linger as he wrestled within himself to revisit this painful subject matter. Yuri held her at arm’s length, looking into her pleading eyes, trying to formulate his words.

“I have received the final report from, intelligence, and, it’s worse than I thought.” Yuri walked away from Korah, and looked out onto the gardens below.  Korah followed him, trying to look into his eyes.  Leaning on the balcony with his face in his hands, Yuri moaned, “They believe we are fools!”  A semblance of his rage returning, he pounded his fist in his hand ignoring the pain.  “I am the fool!” he said, too low for Korah to have heard him.

“Then, the Myan delegation was correct?” Korah asked. 

Yuri did not answer, inwardly, he was still enraged, more at himself than with anyone else. He, was responsible for the condition of his people.  It was his failure.  His alone. He wanted to answer her, but the words just would not come, they were loaded with pain. 

“Father?” Korah took his hand causing Yuri to grimace from his injury. 

“My dear, I failed you, and I failed our people,” Yuri confessed. The weight of those words crushed him, accused and tortured his soul. His legs buckled as he held on to the rail for balance. 

“What do you mean? You failed. It isn’t true. I am witness to all you do for our people."  

Korah grabbed his shoulders.  “Father, you mustn’t’ do this, I won’t let you.  You, are a great leader,” Korah insisted, embracing him tightly.

“I love you Korah, and I appreciate your confidence in me, I really do.  However, it does not change the miserable conditions our people are forced to live in.  I didn’t do what was necessary.  We are an impoverished civilization and we should not be!  We have a near monopoly of unconventional energy resources, and yet we can’t feed our people, they’re starving, dying, even rioting in the camps, because they need food, they need hope.

“But father, it hasn’t been for any neglect on your part.  We may have a near monopoly, but it’s the Akadians who control our mining and refining operations."

“And how did that happen, my dear?” Yuri interrupted.  "In an effort to modernize our infrastructure and improve the quality of life for our people, we acquired massive Akadian debt, debt that we are still under to this day, debt that we may never relinquish at our current economic pace.  That, is the reason the Akadians control our mining and refining operations. I negotiated those treaties. I signed those treaties. I gave away our only hope of economic recovery and prosperity. That, is my failure.

“What choice did you have?” Korah asked.  "What else could have been done? After the war, the Akadians devastated us, crippled out efforts by sabotaging the technologies they left behind.  What may have happened to us had you not made those decisions, signed those treaties, no matter how one-sided they appeared to be, it brought a measure of relief to our people." 

Yuri, sighed and again pounded his fist in his hand, again ignoring the pain.  “We should have done something, I should have done more. Maybe I should have been more forceful in negotiations with them, maybe I should have given them, ultimatums, but I should have done more!”

“Father, what could you have done?” Korah asked in frustration.  “If, you had given them, ultimatums, it would have been even worse for us.  We have no understanding of their technology, and they know this, they use it against us.  I really don’t know what more we could have done.”

Yuri, took Korah’s hand, opened the balcony door and led her back into his meditation room.  A small crew of servants were cleaning up and re-arranging the room, Yuri dismissed them all with a thank you, gesturing for them to leave.  He looked through papers stacked on a small corner table, finding what he was looking for, he handed the documents to Korah.  Accepting them she sat down and began to read.  Yuri walked away, giving her space as he looked over his throbbing hand.

As Korah read the documents, she unconsciously sighed or gasped at various parts during the reading.  At times, she looked up at Yuri in disbelief.  Yuri then took a seat next to her and watched as she continued to read.  After finishing, she gave the documents back to Yuri and for a moment, they both sat in silence. 

“How long has this been going on?” Korah asked, breaking the long silence.

“From the beginning,” Yuri answered. 

“So, they have been undercutting our Balarium negotiations with other governments, since the beginning, since independence?” 

"Yes. Before our independence, as a colony of Akadia, they were sole supplier of Balarium, they, established those trade relationships. After Independence, as we took control of our own resources, we attempted to renegotiate those contracts with little success. Since we let the Akadians continue to oversee our mining and refining operations, they, negotiated secret deals that kept Balarium prices low. So, the Akadians, remained our largest trading partner at those low rates, and, they in turn through their secret deals, sold our resource to the very governments we were trying to establish trade relationships with.  So, our attempts to increase our marginal profit, failed. This limited our economic growth and the ability to unburden our debt, and to prosper."

Frustrated, Yuri, stood and began to pace the floor.

"My dear, Knome, should be the wealthiest nation in all of Moorbia! Instead, we are one of its poorest.  This has been planned and maintained by the Akadian Government, her allies, and those governments who were in on this conspiracy for years, for decades, since the beginning of our independence."

“This is terrible! I just can’t believe the Akadians would do this to us. I know they are not our friends, but to do this!  I can’t believe that governments, that we have hosted here, pretending to be our friends, were at the same time, robbing us, behind our backs, conspiring with Akadia against us."

"And that’s not all," Yuri replied as he walked back to the table and began searching through the stack of papers. Finding the document, he held it up.

"During the beginning of my rule, during the troubles, the Akadian government was behind the insurgence that we were facing at that time. They were funding multiple groups, political challenges, even terrorist campaigns.  You are right, they are not our friends, and I was a fool to even think that an amicable relationship with our former overlords was even possible."

“What are you going to do,” Korah asked as a tear ran down her cheek.

“Well, we certainly can no longer accept the current state of affairs,” he said with resolve in his voice. 

“What the Akadians, have done to us, what they are continuing to do to us, is criminal.  Their actions have proved, that they do not desire fairness with us. They want to subjugate us, and they will never be satisfied, until they control what goes on here. Their criminal and immoral actions, have led to the deaths of hundreds of thousands of our people. What they have done, is unforgivable.” Yuri was so angry that if Korah was not in the room, he would have destroyed it anew.

“Father, what can we do about it? Korah asked. 

Yuri, silent for a moment, walked over to a table at the center of the room and he lifted his old sword. “We fought a war for Independence against the Akadians once, it may be necessary to fight that war again.”


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