Acceptance or The Tragic Woman or The True Winner!

Planet: Tarsonis

City: Tarsonis Super City

Year:2526

Place: ???

--5 Months Later--

A young impoverished child stood upon the edge rooftop of an old, barely maintained building within the dusk of night. To his left was a group of homeless men drinking their tears away. To his right, a shotgun built of scrap metal, and old wood. In his hands was an old, decrepit yet fully functional telescope.

"It's starting! IT's STARTING!" Yelled the boy, staring off into the distance. He used his telescope to look upon the heart of Tarsionis and the many ships that flew towards this monstrous building, resembling blood towards the heart.

The building stood as the peak of Confederate engineering with its stainless neo-steel walls, and the decorative old earth Ruby and Sapphire. Etched high onto the wall in resemblance to their glorious confederate flag. Within its halls were old earth gold, diamonds, and an assortment of ancient pieces of art paired with the latest in Confederate technology.

The boy's telescope zoomed in as the most wealthy and influential landed on top of the building. He jumped for joy seeing flashing dots, of what he knew to be the bright Tarsonis lights displaying the most beautiful trees, men, and women.

"One day, that'll be me! For the Confederacy is a nation where the opportunistic can thrive!" Yelled the boy, eyeing the homeless men's valuables. Behind him was a worn-out poster of Director Popovich pointing towards the sky. He turned back to the location of his dreams, the Confederate Council Headquarters.

--- Within Confederate Council Headquarters---

After some time eleven people would take their seats around a wide circular piano white computer table, waiting for the twelfth and final member to arrive and take his seat.

Ten more minutes passed and one man, who section read, head of senate in front of it. "I guess Mengsk will not be attending once more. Shall proceed?" Said the man, his question was met by mass scorn but the man could not tell if it was for him or Mengsk.

The people scorning? Ten of the eleven heads from the founding family.

A woman, Ava Holt. The one-hundred and ten-year-old matriarch of the Holt family turned to the computer, asking. "What's on the first thing on the agenda?"

*Commander Popovich of the Confederate Academy.* Said the computer, it displayed Popovich's military file for all to see.

One perked up upon seeing Popovich's face. "Isn't that the man we promoted after executing the fools who lost our military's secrets to the Umojians?" Asked the man.

His question caused the head of state to roll his eyes while saying. "The peasants as this disconnected brute call them. Has been onto hanging his every word, collecting his memorabilia, and has become increasingly more cunning."

The man. Edmund Duke, general of the Confederate army scoffed at the head of state, before chirping. "Elected or not, we can replace you too. Now! computer. Continue with the report."

*Over the last five months Commander Popovich has become a beloved figure due to the now-famous quotes. The Confederacy is a nation where the opportunistic can thrive! And the latest one. Make Confederate great again!*

When the computer stopped, the room stayed silent, and after some time. Ava asked. "What's the problem? His situation isn't something of note."

After hearing her words the head of state coughed as he said. "Popovich's unsavory background has our more wealthy and influential senators in a ruffle."

Another, more undersized male rolled his eyes while saying. "So his merchandise is pushing in on your allies' sphere of influence and they've begged you to lobby for some sort of punishment."

"They were hoping you could...request. That he transfer production rights to their...my company." Stated the head of State.

The group nodded while Duke laughed out. "Computer, message to agenda subject one. Welcome to the big league's soldier. Sign Duke." The rest laughed as the meeting continued.

Sometime after the meeting had ended. And the undersized man made his way into a building then up to a massive three-floor penthouse. It stood high above the city skyline and had big bold letters going down the penthouse right to the city floor.

Those letters...Terra, the second wealthiest family within this sector of human space.

As the man entered his penthouse he was greeted by a beautiful, long auburn-haired woman with the most curvaceous body and flawless white skin money could buy. This woman was Anabella Terra, his wife, and third cousin.

"How was your night honey? I trust that your council meeting went smoothly."

The man's right eye twitched hearing Anabella's voice. To most, it would sound like a Syrian singing but for him, it was nothing short of aggravating. "What?" Said the man, trying to hide his disdain.

"Constantino, I asked if you could transfer commander Popovich back to active service, remember?" Annabella held her smile. But like Constantino, she struggled to hide her disdain.

"Oh, that." Said Constantino, he strolled past her toward a maid's quarters. "I know you want those monster children under Popovich's command but you will have no such thing. I find it too unethical, and the other families along with the military would not stand for any attempt at co-opting such valuable military assets."

Annabella's face grew beet red, she turned to see her husband entering the maid's room and could hear the quick moans that rapidly followed.

"DON'T TALK TO ME ABOUT ETHICS!" Yelled Annabella. She took a step towards the door, yet as the moaning ramped up she stopped. Not daring to enter. "I just want to help those kids, Constantino..." Annabella paused, her rage turned into depression while maids clapping butt cheeks entered her ears. "What if it were my children?"

"Our children! And drop the shit. You don't love me, and I don't love you. We're together because we were forced to be. Ur-urgh-ah, turn over wench I'm not done. And if you want to change the world, be smart. Don't piss off the man, who now controls our nation's black ops division! As for our children? If the military so much as THOUGHT! They were psionics. Even we! Couldn't do anything about it! And you know this, or did you forget about the Holt child you sent over?"

Constantino's words and actions caused Annabella to shake and whimper. "You mean the Duke's when you say military. You mean the Duke's."

"Good, you're learning. Ur-urgh-ah, urgh-ah, urgh-ah..." The room went silent, causing Annabella's shaking to intensify. Her hand reached out, swinging the door open. The maid fell slumped against the door with semen dripping down her legs.

Annabella's eyes fell upon the man she had been forced to marry as he beat his meat to the sight of his maid by Annabella's feet.

A camera zoomed into the sight of him ejaculating over the maid and onto her. On the other end if it was Popovich recording everything. He smiled then laughed while Annabella wiped the semen from her face before turning towards her room.

Popovich turned towards Suki, who sat within his office sipping tea. "Oh, this is glorious. Most women would run to the public about what they've been through. But she can't because it would ruin her and the other families. So because of this, she confides in the therapy app on her computer not knowing AI's Matha she's confiding all her thought too."

Finished Popovich, his eyes zoomed in to study Suki's every emotion. But she just sat there saying nothing. Her eyes remained trained on the screen, which displayed the maid who faked an orgasm for Constantino's delight.

That maid was a ghost...one of her many ghosts within Annabella's wide circle!

And as for Annabella, she wouldn't quit. If she could have Kelly Holt and Ingrid forced into the academy, have Caesar and Victoria remain within the genius program. Then she knew it was possible to wrestle this academy away from Popovich, and by-product weakens the Duke's military grip.

Sadly, Anna possessed a ghost of a chance.

#An: The Duke's control the military and use it to heavily influence Confederate politics. Now, being a military man Popovich legally falls under the Duke's control. But he does not agree with how they or the rest of the 11 run things. In his eyes, these are the demons the confederacy needs to be saved from. #