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Chapter 7

Jan looked at the note in his hand. A confederation dollar – standard currency throughout the human confederation and accepted everywhere. The confederation dollar had not been born on earth, but developed in a number of outer confederation systems, gradually promoted everywhere. And now, wherever humans were the dominant species on a planet, you could use the mighty dollar to purchase whatever you wished. It was made of plastic-like substance, security encoded to prevent copying, which was very rigidly maintained, and despite the more popular use of plascards to exchange banking details, the physical currency for convenience sake was still used often. It was said that people often liked to handle something physical which they could trade with. In the Galagon Proposal, though, it was the ‘Galaga’ which was meant to replace the dollar and be ushered in as the galactic currency. Ultimately, according to Darkthorn, the Galaga was necessary to replace the dollar for two main reasons. Firstly, the human confederation dollar was precisely that – human confederation. As a currency it had not been birthed to represent the galaxy and as such Darkthorn felt that other sentient species would be reluctant to adopt as a galactic currency a monetary system established primarily for one galactic culture. Racism would prevent it. As such a new monetary system was required. And hence the second reason for the new currency, the new name, the ‘Galaga’ to more perfectly represent a galactic identity and galactic culture. Galaga would be its human name but in Darkthorn’s proposal there was a large list of alternative names for alternative cultures. Each culture, so the proposal went, would name it as they saw fit, but the idea of ‘Galaga’ as pertaining to ‘Galaxy’ it was felt would unite all. And that word had been the basis for translation of the word into titles for all other international languages. Selling this idea to the corporation, Jan felt, would not be that difficult. He was certain most would see the sense in a more universal title for the monetary system, as well as the fresh start such a new monetary system could bring. This also would form a key part of his address, alongside the idea of free trade as associated with the new currency. Of course, incumbent with free trade were the ideas of free migration to encourage such trade and develop a more harmonious galactic life. Which is were New Terra’s role in the Galagon proposal would be of such importance. And thinking over the final aspects of his preparation, the formation of a galactic council and the role of humanity in galactic life, Jan began thinking on the most fundamental of all the ideologies that Darkthorn had proposed to him, and the real motivating reason behind the formation of ‘Galagon.’

Omega was housed on Earth. And so was the UN. Planning out further elements of his speech, Kalan felt some references to the formation of the United Nations and the establishment of an International Global Economic Culture would be the very best and most relevant concrete example to present to Omega for the parallel of a Galactic entity based on the very same principles. And as the UN had worked so well in humanity and formed a key foundation for the harmonious functioning of international life, so the Galactic council, again formed by humanity on New Terra, could ideally bring such a sense of unity and peace to Galactic Civilization and life. And to answer a key question, if the council has to be formed somewere, why not within human jurisdiction. ‘It may as well be us’, in the words of Darkthorn. And then, the final part of the presentation: the emphasis on Omega’s foundational mission statement, and the rationale for the birthing of Omega in the first place – the propagation of galactic peace and the role of humanity as a holy people in the furtherance of galactic life. In the final part of his presentation, that ideology should tie together the whole and give the fundamental answers to the question of what possible basis could Omega and Humanity have in this affair. And, as the months passed, and Jan set a date for his presentation to Omega, he was satisfied that he was ready. He was researched, understood what he was presenting, and motivated to do as such. Hopefully, hopefully everything would go well. Time would only tell.

Jan sat with his father, sipping on a beer, watching the sunset from their Tuggeranong terrace. His mother was inside with Chance and the children, and his father Kalan had just finished barbecuing the meat and they were about to eat. Kalan spoke up. ‘Son. I want to say something. Something, which, I don’t know. Something I feel I have to say. We Kolby’s have had a few personalities famous from time to time. But son, I feel, perhaps, destiny has its hand on you. What you will be presenting to Omega, if it goes ahead, could alter the very fabric of human and galactic life. What might one day become a galactic empire, as it were, may very well be ushered in by your own powerful words. And so, son, I want to say this.’ Kalan stood and put his hand on Jan’s shoulder. ’I am proud of you son. Very proud. You are a fine son, and a great Kolby.’Jan smiled at his dad, humbled by those words.’I’ll do my best dad.’’I couldn’t ask anything else.’‘Anyway,’ said Jan, changing the subject. ‘Let’s eat. That meat looks great.’ His father laughed and, taking the meat inside, they began their family meal. Jan thought on his father’s words and wondered, perhaps, just how prophetical they may be. Just how famous would the illustrious Rimwalker, Jan Kolby, be one day? Just how famous.

Jan looked at the board of Omega before him, as well as around a dozen other important parties which had come to hear the speech. It had been talked about at certain official levels, and people were interested. Surprisingly to Jan, very interested. Nervously, he took to the stand and, taking a sip of water, began. ‘Humanity. Like grains of sand on the seashore. We are many, almost beyond numbering. But in this galactic civilization we are not alone. For alongside the children of Adam and Eve there are around 1000 other intelligent species of life, all having mastered space-faring technology. But, presently, this vast sprawl of galactic life is disconnected, and gets by on a basic social understanding of respect for other life-forms, common to most species. But, I believe, we can do better. Much better. Galagon is not, in truth, something new to humanity. Our science fiction writers conceived of such ideas aeons ago. But not only those great thinkers, but the heart of society, the political beast, also conceived of such unifying realities. Our United Nations was formed to, as the very name implies, unite a divided humanity, just shattered by international war. It began slowly, but as time passed, and its inevitable importance became known to all, the UN altered the very face of human society and provided a world were all could live in safety, prosperity and justice. We human beings, made in the image of a holy God, made to be holy ourselves, undoubtedly have a further role to play in life rather than just creating a society for ourselves to happily live in. We human beings can go further than that. Like the UN, we can now, and must, create a sense of galactic civilization and order which can unite, not just humanity, but all galactic life. This is the heart of Galagon. There will be obvious advantages. One new monetary system to ensure simpler and easier imports and exports of galactic goods. Free trade to allow all businesses new and old to compete fairly, without interventionist policies, creating a level playground. And, of course, free migration through a monetary system which can allow people to travel and find working opportunities they might not have otherwise had available to them. And what do these things bring but a sense of community – intergalactic community – in which, inevitably, through the sheer fact of the burgeoning intergalactic marketplace, or should I say rather, meeting-place – in which all life-forms learn of others and bring that prize valued higher than any other. Peace. Peace, an end to conflict, and a stable galactic economic society, in which all individuals, all races, can pursue life, liberty and justice, living in equality and sharing the goods of all planets for the good of all planets. Ultimately Galagon is a new way of life. A new way of life for all, well beyond the rivalries and disputations of bygone eras. A new way of life in which humanity, housing the new Galactic Council for the formation of Galactic constitutional, political and legal matters on New Terra, will usher in. This, citizens and friends of Omega, is our destiny. It is a destiny we can not deny and must take hold of, with both hands, fulfilling the desires of our eternal father in heaven.’ Jan left off speaking, and after a few moments began handing out a more detailed initial ‘Galagon Proposition’ document, spelling out the various details and how the proposal would come into being. They were silent for a while but, shortly, when someone began clapping, the whole audience followed suit and Jan Kolby, standing before them, felt he was at the beginning of a new world. A brave new world.

Three weeks later, Jan heard the news. The good news. Omega, having reviewed the initial documents, and having reassessed their own mission statement as an organisation, had generally conceded that the ‘Galagon Proposal’ seemed to generally be in the organisations best interests, and part of its overall purpose foundationally speaking. And so it was given the go ahead with full support, funding and direct influence through diplomatic mission to the council of the confederation. Jan himself was asked wether he would like to be the chief speaker for Omega to the Confederation. He gave it some thought and, eventually, seeing this really as his new role for the corporation, accepted. Winning Omega had been one thing. With their centralization galactically speaking on New Terra they could practically go ahead with the idea regardless of confederation support. But really, they would probably not ultimately succeed without confederation support. But, strangely enough, the confederation already knew. They’d had diplomats at Jan’s speech and after a few months had sent delegates to New Terra to assist Omega in the initial work of the proposal. They had wholeheartedly agreed, despite the religious influence that had put off certain members of the confederation council. Jan knew, on that subject, to tread carefully in the future. The initial work, unsurprisingly, was simply the presentation of the idea through delegations to the 480 established inner galactic civilizations, or those members of what had often been referred to as Quadrant Zero – the inner galaxy. This is were Galagon would begin. Jan himself was, alongside Darkthorn who had been promoted to head of Omega on New Terra, the main organiser of the work of the various delegations. He attended endless training sessions on diplomacy and he himself met with around 70 of the prime inner representatives over the next 4 years of his life. This time of his life, later on, he referred to as the ‘Galagon years’. They were the years in which he steadily turned from boy to man, he really felt. He grew up in more ways than one, and gradually became one of the most influential people in inner galactic thought. But not yet power. That would come later. That would come later when Galagon proved a success.

Karz Rezentay was an average sort of citizen of the Durian Conglomeration. The Durian Conglomeration, which Galagon had knowledge of, had been dormant in practice of its goal for the last 1,000 years. But they had been waiting. Perhaps alike the dread Drongan’s in their own vision of galactic conquest, the Durian Conglomeration of 7 key Quadrant Zero powers, an alliance for the furtherance of each of their civilizations with the assistance of others within the alliance when necessary, had been waiting to one day further pursue their goal – the establishment of a Galactic Empire. The key difference though between the Durian mission and Galagon was that, in the ultimate achievement of Empire for the Durians, war and genocide were ultimately deemed acceptable avenues of advancement for the creation of this Empire. And, apart from that, it was deemed that the Galactic Emporer would come from the formative members of the Durian Conglomeration on a revolving basis. Jan, who had studied the Durian mission in detail, felt it was similar to Galagon in many ways. But, perhaps very much like the old human empires, it was driven to completion of its objectives in ways which had ceased to be deemed civilized. And as such, by Jan and proponents of Galagon, viewed as an outdated system of Empire, best left to a bygone era and now forgotten about. But the Durian did not feel that way. And Karz Rezentay, an old champion of the Conglomeration, saw in this human threat a way of life which was ultimately not in the best interests of the eventually all conquering Duria. And Karz knew his man. He knew Jan Kolby was the chief proponent around Galagon. Galagon, an idea that all the inner civilizations now new about and were contemplating, was a threat to Duria. And Galagon and Jan Kolby would have to be dealt with. In a most decisive way. 13 When Jan turned 47 his son, Kalan, had been 15 for three months. And all that time he had been pestering his father to allow him out alone on a flight on the Wolfklaw. Jan had been reluctant for a while but, when Kalan earned his provisional licence for grade one spacecraft, the Wolfklaw coming under such a category, Jan gave him permission. On the first few flights he flew with Jan, but soon Jan let him go solo and even allowed him to take along his 9 year old sister Xadina. One hot morning Kalan persuaded Xadina to accompany him for a planetary orbit. The two of the arrived at the spaceport, were granted clearance, and took to the skies. However, sitting in space, slowly going through planetary orbit, the Wolfklaw was come upon by another ship, and taken hostage. Kalan had a phaser with him, and when the door blew open, almost felt like firing but thought better of it. They may kill him in return, and he couldn’t risk the life of his sister. Later on, when Jan received the news of the kidnapping, Chance blamed him for letting Kalan fly solo. And said she would never forgive him because of Xadina being onboard, something which Jan should have put a stop to. They were anxious, but no ransom letter came in three whole weeks. New Terran security assured them to be patient: the letter would come. But Jan was growing tired and had almost decided to handle the matter himself, when a letter did come. And a letter with a very basic message. It read: ‘Galagon. See to it that it fails. See to it that it most definitely fails, or find your children’s bodily parts in the mail on regular occurrences.’ It was a graphic letter, brief, but to the point. And when Jan showed it to Chance, she started wailing, which really was not that surprising. Jan took himself off of the Galagon project, but try as he might, and despite the influence he had, the lives of his children were not enough to dissuade others to forego the project which had started gathering steam. And so when they received, delivered in a tiny box, a finger which looked like it was a child’s finger, Chance was a wreck. Fortunately DNA results demonstrated it couldn’t have been a child of theirs, which reassured Jan that the kidnappers had convictions. In fact, the finger itself seemed to have been genetically engineered, and was not from a living child. Ultimately Jan reached a conclusion. To rescue his children he would have to act himself. The illustrious Rimwalker would have to chase down the culprits and free his own children. The time for others to do so had come and gone. Now it was up to Jan. And there was not one second to waste.

He began with the note sent from the captors. Unsurprisingly, it was of the Durian confederation in origin. All along Jan had suspected them due to the ruffled feathers the Durians had displayed in all dialogue so far on the implementation of Galagon. He had his man, he knew it. But proving it would be difficult. Of course, his children could be anywhere, and it was unlikely that they would be returned out of any sense of decency. Ultimately, for Jan Kolby, when he had done his best to trace the origin of the note to a source, which could have been any of a number of Durian planets, finding his children from there was not a reality. He now had two options. Somehow, someway, defeat Galagon. But, conceding that unlikely, the other was to try somehow to persuade the Durian that Galagon, really, was in their best interests. And in the end, that seemed like the only realistic alternative left to Jan Kolby. It would be tough, and demand his full attention, but with research and a good deal of diplomatic persuasion on the merits of Galagon, perhaps, just perhaps, his objectives could be achieved.

Karz looked at the item on the screen, forwarded from some of the hierarchy in the Durian mission. The word ‘Duria’ denoted a region of space inhabited by a number of sentient life-forms. The Durian conglomerate was a union of 7 of these species and their empires, for the furtherance of each. While little action had taken place in the life of the Conglomerate towards its stated mission goals in the last thousand years, it was still a functioning body with an annual review given to member dominions. Karz himself was a high ranking member in the Conglomerate, dedicated to its existence and achieving its ultimate aims. Ultimately, it was not that he really disdained Galagon. He likewise appreciated its principles and the goal it had set itself. It was not that he didn’t appreciate Galagon: it was more that he though the Conglomerate was more in his own personal best interests. However, when Jan Kolby, the man they had aimed at to defeat the human agenda, came a calling, with the mission of winning the Durian to the ideals of Galagon, Karz had laughed at first, but decided to listen to what he had to say anyway. Operatives of his had Kolby’s children hidden, locked up on a space station circling a Durian planet. They were being raised there and, in the plan of Karz, inevitably returned to the Kolby’s in a few years. It had been a ruse, really. A scare tactic, with the aim of hopefully destroying Galagon. But he knew, really, it had been unlikely to work. And Kolby’s children would have been returned to him one day regardless. So, ever loyal to his beloved conglomeration, Karz Rezentay decided to meet the man who had been influential in bringing to light his most feared reality – a competing empire. 16 In the months since the disappearance of her children Chance had gone from overwrought mother, to a parent with a growing sense of grief at children she felt she may never see again. And in spite of Jan’s constant assurances that their children would be back in her arms to hug one day, and one day soon, Chance would not be consoled. As he prepared for his major talk with representatives of Duria, Jan knew he would need to speak with passion and conviction. Really, lateral thinking was now what was called for. Not the usual tactical approach, but something which would emphasize just how Galagon could really be appreciated by Duria, and not seen as a threat to their own Empire. And in a the spirit of compromise, Jan saw an approach which he felt just might work. He met with one and only one representative from Duria, but it was told him this was the only one he would need to convince. And sitting with Karz Rezentay, in a Durian pub, watching a sporting match in the smoke filled bar, Jan tried the best idea he had. ’Karz. Can I call you Karz?’The Durian nodded.‘Well Karz, I want to say something. Something which may give you new light on our situation. Galagon, ultimately, was proposed for the best interests of all galactic life. While it serves humanity, our motivation in its proposal was not for ourselves alone, but for the good of all. We want peace. More than anything else we want a stable galactic peace, which can benefit all societies. But, in forming Galagon, we are not trying to do away with established dominions. We are not trying to destroy those things civilizations have already built. It is, rather, a way of uniting these civilizations. Bringing them together in a cause which is ultimately in each of their own best interests, and which is only intended to benefit them. What I am saying is that Galagon does not threaten Duria or the Conglomeration. We know what you are about. We know your mandate. Most inner systems do. But we are not concerned with that. In fact, in a funny kind of way, we welcome the impetus for building Empire. For establishing order and a civilization for the benefit of more than just one society. And the conglomeration does that well. Believe me, Galagon will not try and destroy what Duria has already achieved.’ Karz nodded, indicating that point was important to him. ‘You see, Galagon, in its own way, can really assist Duria even further in its own objectives. With a single galactic currency, for example, the conglomeration of Duria will be even more powerfully placed as one of the stronger galactic powers to pursue commerce and industry through free trade on a far more competitive basis than it might have previously. And the economic blessing to Duria because of it will be far greater than its functioning independently. But, really, I could go on all day about the benefits of Galagon. Instead I want to stress this very vital point. Galagon will not oppose the expansionist plans of Duria. It is not in our mandate to dictate to sovereign states their actions of building their own dominion. What we seek is where each sovereign state agrees on their own merit to the ideas and visions of Galagon, and they way such ideals can benefit them personally. Ultimately Galagon will not harm Duria: it will only help.’ Jan finished. There were other things he could say, points he could stress about the non-threatening position of Galagon towards Duria, but he felt he had said enough. Really, he needed Karz’s response at this point. Karz looked at him, took a bit of the fish in front of him, and turned to the match. After a while he spoke up. ‘A way of life. A way of life we have known for so long is not easily abandoned. Dreams can be made by ancestors, with hopes for the future. And those dreams can often be passionately held to, and not easily given up. But I have heard you. I have heard what you have to say on Galagon, and how you stressed its non-threatening aspect. I will say this to you, Jan Kolby. If you can show me concrete evidence in the formative doctrines of Galagon; if you can clearly demonstrate to me that Galagon, as it grows, will keep its mandate of impartiality, then Duria will consider your position. As you say, ultimately, it may be in our best interests to join. So we will let you have your say for now.’ Jan nodded, pleased. Quite pleased. It seemed, from this response, he had been somewhat successful. And perhaps, because of this, he may see his children soon. He just prayed and hoped they were still all together, ok and in good health. Later that day, Karz contacted his colleagues and arranged for the release of the Kolby children. Whatever else, Galagon now did not seem to really be the threat they had perhaps perceived. It did not, really, seem as if they wanted more than a Galactic council for managing galactic commerce. As such, it could even benefit Duria to belong to it. So, when he had the plans of Galagon from Kolby on hand, and had studied the sufficiently, he would now assent to it going ahead. For now it seemed acceptable.

Chance was overcome with tears having her children safely back in her arms. She wept on them for nearly 20 minutes before Jan said enough. They were safe. Thank the One they were safe. Later that night Chance forgave Jan. Really, her husband now was involved in Galactic affairs. Extremely official galactic affairs, and as such her family would inevitably come under galactic scrutiny and possible threat from time to time. Really, it would be something she would simply have to accept and learn to live with. She might not like it, but she knew she could not keep her husband from his destiny. They celebrated that evening, and Jan quizzed his children about their captors, but they didn’t know much more than Jan had already suspected. The description seemed to fit Durians, but they likely could not prove it. But now, with possible Durian acquiescence to Galagon, it may be wiser to simply let the matter drop. To let it drop and be forgotten. Too many problems otherwise. And now, the ongoing propagation of the Galagon proposal. They were now, after 4 years of solid effort, starting to receive feedback from inner systems, and while there were a few negative voices, mostly from those who suggested that they house the council themselves, Jan had becoming increasingly surprised at the widely held respect for humanities proposal. Most civilizations, as Galagon was intended to be, generally saw it in their own best interests to have a council for dialogue, and were happy enough having humanity house the council, seeing as they had done the work in promoting Galagon in the first place. Such comments as ‘you have proposed it. You will likely follow through with it to see it successful,’ were forthcoming, indicating that it was a job for humanity the galaxy had no objections to them undertaking. And because of that, Jan often felt that perhaps Darkthorn had known more than he was saying. And, as he turned 50, when 400 of the 480 inner galactic civilizations had generally assented to the implementation of Galagon, it was starting to become no longer an issue of will this work, but when do we start. There were issues to resolve: countless issues, really. But problem resolution for such a large scale project was an inevitable reality of life. Still, answers to those problems would be found and when Omega made it known to the informal Galagon community, which had been instituted by a simple act of Omega and New Terra with the formation of an official office to represent the new Galactic community, that the building of the Galactic council community buildings and Assembly hall, on the outskirts of the planetary capital city of New Terra was now going ahead, it seemed as if Darkthorn’s dream was slowly and inevitably becoming a reality. And as it passed from vision to actualization, the role of Jan Kolby in the whole affair was steadily being driven towards a call to power he most surely did not really expect or dream of.

Jan looked at the massive concrete foundation. In over 3 square kilometres the foundation, in parts, had been laid down. The complex was, indeed, massive. But the offices of Galagon were visionary. They knew they were not just building a monument for even one united planet, but a united galaxy. And as such, the scope was vast. Omega had vast funds available, and had committed to funding the project solo. But in a gentle inquiry out to Galagon members to ask if any would like to voluntarily contribute to the project, every member obliged with some finances, and some of them quite substantially. Galagon had caught on. It had undoubtedly caught on. The next 4 years, till Kolby’s 54th birthday, saw the continued building of the Assembly hall and other facilities, until one fateful day it was deemed it complete. During those years Galagon had been solidifying as a concept, and was being readily and anxiously looked forward to by member states. They had not yet, though, gone further outwards. They had not yet approached the remainder of the galaxy, but focused on stabilising on quadrant zero to sure up support before trying for the big game. But, fortunately, quadrant zero housed nearly half of the sentient species of galactic civilization, and winning them was the job half done. When his son, Kalan, turned 20 the project was complete. The physical infrastructure to house Galagon was all done and now all that awaited was the inaugural first assembly. And that was scheduled, now, for a few months after Jan’s 55th birthday. Galactic representatives had already by and large been chosen by the various member bodies, and even early discussions and pre-inauguration assemblies had taken place, of various sizes, by differing civilizations. The idea, really, had been a winner. Jan looked at the complete complex from a distance, with his wife Chance standing next to him. ’Dare to dream, hey love.’’And here I thought you would never be anything but a rogue.’And Jan laughed. Work went on, everyone in Omega on New Terra anxiously looking forward to inauguration day. And with a little time on his hand, with so much being handled by the office staff and routine work having been delegated outwards, Jan found the time to get to something he had been thinking of for a while. An autobiography, in a way, of his involvement with the formation of the Galagon proposal. Darkthorn had stated quite bluntly that such a work would undoubtedly be in huge demand, and in even a very short time, and best to write when his memory was fresh with the events of the past decade. And so, Jan Kolby sat down, sitting at his personal computer and typing the traditional way, instead of voice communicator or brain-electro monitoring device to read his thoughts, Jan began his work. 19 Galagon: The Dream By Jan Sebastian Kolby Introduction “I think, perhaps before I say anything else about the implementation of the Galagon dream, I would speak of something which underpins the whole idea of Galactic civilization and unity. So many of us are familiar with basic philosophical concepts about organisational behaviour and the social, cultural and political constructs we put together to express our desires, ultimately, for unity. Yet, perhaps, no other goal for such a basic drive, extremely common in the formation of human societies amongst others, can be more highly epitomized than when societies on large scale, especially with diverse and even contradictory social realities, unite together to form an organisation or body of unity which is, ultimately, in the best interests of all. And for all of us here and now, perhaps apart from the very infinite universe itself, which begs question of ever really being applicable, there can be no other realization of this vision as grand and as epic than the realization of galactic unity. One Galaxy. Almost, in a sense, if Galagon is ultimately successful, one nation, in which the good of all is the whole basis for being, will go further than any other social construct intelligent life can create and be, for all of us, that highest of altruistic epitomes of perfection that we can truly, ever, obtain. Galagon is like nothing else before and likely like nothing else yet to be. If successful: WHEN successful, Galagon will change galactic life, not for a handful of centuries, but, perhaps, for all time to come. Galagon is the future. A future to be grasped, held on to, and run with, with all the vigour, passion and commitment that sentient life and civilization can possibly muster.” Jan left off writing. That was the introduction, short but vitally to the point. And it read pleasingly well. He stopped typing and decided, for now, to let his thoughts gather in his head overnight. Tomorrow he would write again and, slowly, gradually, put together his slice of Galagon history from the past decade or so of his life. 20 Fortunately, he finished his autobiography on Galagon about three months prior to the inauguration of the Assembly. It was released, first to the hierarchy of Galagon member states in an advanced print format and then, with official release in various electronic and print formats, to the wider and general public. Unsurprisingly, as Darkthorn had stated it would, it sold extremely well, a bestseller within weeks, and he was on talk-shows all over New Terra, and even on a dozen or so of the other Galagon member states. In this time people learnt the name of Jan Kolby and identified him, inevitably, with Galagon and the new Galactic Council. He became, at that time, a household word throughout New Terra and much of the Galagon community and it was this very fame, and the charismatic personality which accompanied it, that brought Jan Kolby, in a short period of time, from mere political emissary of the Omega Corporation to the highest of heights of civilized galactic life. Late one afternoon, sitting with Kalan drinking a beer, Jan reflected on his life and encouraged his son to pursue his own dreams. Hopefully, as far as Jan Kolby was concerned, the son of the illustrious Rimwalker would one day chart out his own adventure and legacy. One which would be remembered and talked about, perhaps, for centuries or millennia afterwards. Or, perhaps, such was the dream. Such was the dream.

‘Call to Power’ 1 Galagon. An idea, now a reality. The inaugural meeting of the Galactic Council, anticipated for many years, fortunately went over without any real complications. It seemed for this particular endeavour there had come to it a spirit of maturity and professionalism – one in which member bodies were almost displaying the best of them as a witness of sorts – which guided the opening day of discussions. The first point of order was ratification of the official mission statement for the council, one which they had long discussed in pre-assembly deliberations. The official mission statement read as such: ’We, the citizens and peoples of this Galaxy, known by many names but officially titled ‘The Milky Way’ in honour of humanities formation of the Galactic Council through the avenue of the ‘Galagon Proposal’, do hereby come together in a spirit of unity and togetherness for the purpose of uniting this Galaxy in a bond of peace, friendliness and law. The Galactic council we hereby form has the purpose of establishing a threefold mission:1 – Peace2 – Economic and Social Unity and Stability 3 – Justice, Law and its enforcementOn a Galaxy wide basis.’ The mission statement was voted on and accepted, with no dissents. Deemed unanimous it was thus accepted. From the mission statement was derived the notion of forming a constitution which then set out the basic parameters of how the mission statement would be implemented, setting out positions of authority, rights and responsibilities of body members, and the various divisions of legal and economic matters which the council would assent to make judgement upon. The constitution itself, as it probably should, took 3 years to come to a finalised position and, when finally voted upon, was passed with 95% support. The agreed upon majority position of 60% to pass matters saw it get up, and thus became the first official Galactic constitution. In many ways, despite its complexity, it was implemented with the purpose of being as brief and simple as possible, primarily to allow it to be a flexible working document and practical in its application. It would be the body of legislation following the constitution which would set out the legal aspects of the Galactic Council and those matters which member bodies would agree to. Naturally, a key principle of the constitution was the notion of sovereignty of member states. If they disagreed with legislation voted upon in the assembly, they had the right to submit alternative legislation pertaining to themselves and how they would relate on the particular subject at stake to other member bodies. Everyone knew this would inevitably make a more complex system, but that was deemed inevitable. Organising 480 intelligent civilizations under one banner would never be an easy thing. Still, despite the many problems in the formation of the constitution and the early legislation of the council, it went ahead and provided a better memorandum of understanding between body members on how to relate to each other and achieve economic and social prosperity.

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