Mysander sat in his throne as the Greater Samoran Military Council stood in a half-circle before him. The Councilors were the Vanguard's top political advisers. It all tied into the heavy marriage of theology and military. "The tensions over Fortuna-Anoiwan is sure to heat up. I believe this is the best way to capitalize on the situation regarding Samoran superiority." Mysander announced. "Does anyone have any objections?"<br/><br/>"I say we go to war," Enoch Pemberton said. "Take those islands for ourselves. They may be worthless to us, but nobody would question Samora's superiority after we take down their Dictator and hang him for defying the Vanguard."<br/><br/>"Now, now," Pleasant Merrick interrupted. "Violence does not have to be the answer. I don't want to send any Samoran men into the minefield that are those islands. What if we assassinated the Dictator, and installed a puppet?"<br/><br/>"No, more instability is only more fuel for the violence." Said Lacy Rowbottom. "You boys and your love of death. I say that we offer them a proposal. What if the Dictator converted to The Worship?"<br/><br/>"No foreigners will worship me without forcing them to at swordpoint." Mysander pointed out. "I am a false prophet to the other world leaders. It is a sadness we must accept."<br/><br/>"I'm not saying that they need worship you, Vanguard," Lacy countered. "They only need to worship their own Dictator. What if he became a Quasi-Vanguard?"<br/><br/>"Hmm..." Mysander nodded. "Fascinating. Go on..."<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Meanwhile, on the Vanderson Peninsula Port Superior...</span><br/><br/>The merchant ship of Vaal arrived at a very fortuitous time. None other than Felix Vanderson was in Port Superior at the time the ship went into harbor. Felix was discussing business with Goldy Nora, wife of Micajah, Heir to the Vanguard. Goldy, the daughter of a prominent CEO, had a mind for business herself. When word of the Vaal reached Felix's ears, he told the guard to send whatever envoy up to his offices.