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23.24.05.11.18.00
Commodore Keisha Richardson aka The Empyrean One recoding:

The E1* has traveled without incident through intergalactic space to the LMC**, almost 200 thousand light years away from Earth in a matter of hours. Once we got to the edge of the Milky Way, we could light the McEndicott drive, named after its creator, the genius Tara McEndicott. Worked perfectly. We should be in LMC space in mere minutes.

Commander McEndicott is not perfect, however, but to be totally honest, I didn't give her a chance. Let me elaborate. Today is the two year anniversary of my defeat at Elevator 47. Fleeing for my life, I vowed never again. And that required not rash action, but the long game. No one in the galaxy plans like I do. And this plan had one goal. Assuming control uncontested. The battles were wearying for everyone involved. And I'm not the despot some think. I want peace in the galaxy. Prosperity. Happiness. There's only one problem.

The desire of humanity to be free and make its own decisions. Let's be perfectly honest. Rank and file humans get that wrong all the time. Humanity needs guidance and leadership to keep it focused, productive and content. I have sought to do that my entire life and I have been fought by the galaxy's greatest heroes painting me as a villain. Yes, I have made mistakes in prior engagements. Not anymore. Long term planning to make sure the galaxy has my wisdom in control and that everyone, especially those would oppose me, were onboard.

For that I needed threadmancy and, yes, the cost was steep. Approximately eleven million victim-souls were required to fuel the massive reality alteration. Ahh, but where did Commander McEndicott come in? It was her calculations, rendered over 21 months, that advised me how to proceed. And we're talking sextillions of variables. Only she could have pulled it off.

Not that she was onboard with this, of course not. She'd spent much of her career opposing my will. Mind you, I never meant her ill will***... I wanted merely to fix humanity's problems with benevolent leadership. So one day I engineered events that kept her wife, my sister, extremely busy with one day stretching to three and 70 hours later, she was an exhausted mess. As she made her way to her aircar, her shields wavering from lack of sleep, I was able to enter her mind and put her to sleep. Not unkindly. Important you know that. I could have easily used force. I did not.

Taking on Dru's form, I entered hers and Tara's home and later that night made love like the redhead had never experienced. As Dru was the Alpha in their relationship and after exhausting Tara with repeated orgasms, I sweetly asked her to lower her shields so I could enhance her pleasure. Hazing her already mad desire, those shields came down fast and I did minimal work to her mind. Putting four measures in place:

1. Over time, seeing the good I was doing in the galaxy, to soften her attitude and appreciate what I am doing and be outspokenly supportive of me. As this generation's greatest mind, what she says matters to many.
2. I know she and Nadia Ionescu still share a psionic connection. So when she was more supportive of me, to stealthily make that same change in Ionescu. Where Ionescu is a determined force of nature when she wants to be, the instructions were for Ionescu to receive a tenfold boost. I wanted her on my side.
3. Placing a stealth transmission protocol in her DNA. Granted this was over my head, but it was knowledge I acquired from her when she was my prisoner after the Second Battle of Deneb. A battle they lost to me, I might add, and I let them go.
4. And most important, the requirement to calculate the necessary instructions for successful threadmancy during her REM cycles. With the goal of putting me back as head as the Confederacy but keeping the Parliament to deal with minor concerns that I didn't need to address. Major concerns would be directed to me. And broadcast it to me when she was done.

Also I made sure she experienced pleasure like she never had. Being a woman of my word.

One issue that was part of the threadmancy was the ongoing loyalty of the people. I could get to the movers and shakers but the galaxy's population - always growing - numbered in the quadrillions. So every hospital, as part of its maternity units, would provide the various free and necessary inoculations for child safety (that is a big deal with me) and a psi element added that would have unquestioned loyalty to me and those I authorize to act in my place. That would pave the way for the next generation to follow me. And that mattered as, being a powerful esper, to say nothing of the only effective threadmancer, I had already slowed my aging. I would estimate a life expectancy over ten thousand years. Enough to make the galaxy - and beyond - a better place for humanity.

So, to her credit, everything comes off without a hitch. Reality is altered. I find myself as the Empyrean Majesty. Crime is virtually non-existent as others are extremely content working for the common good. The one hitch is E1. One of the horizontal stabilizers is out of phase with reality. Aerospace types caution against taking the E1 atmospheric which is fine since the stabilizer cannot be repaired (at least without threadmancy). A minor issue and we just keep E1 in orbital or deep space and we'll be fine.

Morale on the E1 is high. The crew of new recruits are excited to explore a new galaxy and they love when I visit them at their posts to inspire them.

Nadia accompanies me. We play Good Cop, Bad Cop. She is the legendary Hardheaded XO who has terrorized recruits forever it seems, whipping them into shape. The recruits fear her, as they should. I lead and inspire but remind them that the XO is just enforcing regulation so do what she says, stay out of trouble, and make me happy. Nadia always put on the act of disapproving - she loves them but would never tell them that - while I pose for holovids and give out the occasional kiss to someone who has earned it through some excellence in productivity. The only thing that the masses care for more is weekly religious service where I give the faithful an orgasm they will never forget. The little shrine on the ship is already crowded and Megan (Tara's sister) is overseeing construction of a new shrine that will hold the entire ship's complement.

Humanity is happy. No one is left out. I did the impossible.

But humanity needs to grow and there's an entire universe out there. And Monica McEndicott had become the Teknomancer, overseeing large scale events in the 50+ galaxies in The Local Group . Admittedly my conflicts with her had her failing to follow up on that but I am committed to doing things right. But we will do it my way. We will establish waypoints in the galaxies and ensure peace and prosperity, unified under my guidance, for the benefit of all. And I see we are four minutes out from the first Earthwoman habitable**** system, so I will end here.

Commodore out.

* Empyrean One flagship. Referred to as E1 as not to confuse with the illustrious personage Keisha The Empyrean One Richardson.
** Large Magellanic Cloud
*** Some might say this is revisionist history
**** I almost said M Class System. Trekkies would get it.

Description
23.24.05.11.18.00
Commodore Keisha Richardson aka The Empyrean One recoding:

The E1* has traveled without incident through intergalactic space to the LMC**, almost 200 thousand light years away from Earth in a matter of hours. Once we got to the edge of the Milky Way, we could light the McEndicott drive, named after its creator, the genius Tara McEndicott. Worked perfectly. We should be in LMC space in mere minutes.

Commander McEndicott is not perfect, however, but to be totally honest, I didn't give her a chance. Let me elaborate. Today is the two year anniversary of my defeat at Elevator 47. Fleeing for my life, I vowed never again. And that required not rash action, but the long game. No one in the galaxy plans like I do. And this plan had one goal. Assuming control uncontested. The battles were wearying for everyone involved. And I'm not the despot some think. I want peace in the galaxy. Prosperity. Happiness. There's only one problem.

The desire of humanity to be free and make its own decisions. Let's be perfectly honest. Rank and file humans get that wrong all the time. Humanity needs guidance and leadership to keep it focused, productive and content. I have sought to do that my entire life and I have been fought by the galaxy's greatest heroes painting me as a villain. Yes, I have made mistakes in prior engagements. Not anymore. Long term planning to make sure the galaxy has my wisdom in control and that everyone, especially those would oppose me, were onboard.

For that I needed threadmancy and, yes, the cost was steep. Approximately eleven million victim-souls were required to fuel the massive reality alteration. Ahh, but where did Commander McEndicott come in? It was her calculations, rendered over 21 months, that advised me how to proceed. And we're talking sextillions of variables. Only she could have pulled it off.

Not that she was onboard with this, of course not. She'd spent much of her career opposing my will. Mind you, I never meant her ill will***... I wanted merely to fix humanity's problems with benevolent leadership. So one day I engineered events that kept her wife, my sister, extremely busy with one day stretching to three and 70 hours later, she was an exhausted mess. As she made her way to her aircar, her shields wavering from lack of sleep, I was able to enter her mind and put her to sleep. Not unkindly. Important you know that. I could have easily used force. I did not.

Taking on Dru's form, I entered hers and Tara's home and later that night made love like the redhead had never experienced. As Dru was the Alpha in their relationship and after exhausting Tara with repeated orgasms, I sweetly asked her to lower her shields so I could enhance her pleasure. Hazing her already mad desire, those shields came down fast and I did minimal work to her mind. Putting four measures in place:

1. Over time, seeing the good I was doing in the galaxy, to soften her attitude and appreciate what I am doing and be outspokenly supportive of me. As this generation's greatest mind, what she says matters to many.
2. I know she and Nadia Ionescu still share a psionic connection. So when she was more supportive of me, to stealthily make that same change in Ionescu. Where Ionescu is a determined force of nature when she wants to be, the instructions were for Ionescu to receive a tenfold boost. I wanted her on my side.
3. Placing a stealth transmission protocol in her DNA. Granted this was over my head, but it was knowledge I acquired from her when she was my prisoner after the Second Battle of Deneb. A battle they lost to me, I might add, and I let them go.
4. And most important, the requirement to calculate the necessary instructions for successful threadmancy during her REM cycles. With the goal of putting me back as head as the Confederacy but keeping the Parliament to deal with minor concerns that I didn't need to address. Major concerns would be directed to me. And broadcast it to me when she was done.

Also I made sure she experienced pleasure like she never had. Being a woman of my word.

One issue that was part of the threadmancy was the ongoing loyalty of the people. I could get to the movers and shakers but the galaxy's population - always growing - numbered in the quadrillions. So every hospital, as part of its maternity units, would provide the various free and necessary inoculations for child safety (that is a big deal with me) and a psi element added that would have unquestioned loyalty to me and those I authorize to act in my place. That would pave the way for the next generation to follow me. And that mattered as, being a powerful esper, to say nothing of the only effective threadmancer, I had already slowed my aging. I would estimate a life expectancy over ten thousand years. Enough to make the galaxy - and beyond - a better place for humanity.

So, to her credit, everything comes off without a hitch. Reality is altered. I find myself as the Empyrean Majesty. Crime is virtually non-existent as others are extremely content working for the common good. The one hitch is E1. One of the horizontal stabilizers is out of phase with reality. Aerospace types caution against taking the E1 atmospheric which is fine since the stabilizer cannot be repaired (at least without threadmancy). A minor issue and we just keep E1 in orbital or deep space and we'll be fine.

Morale on the E1 is high. The crew of new recruits are excited to explore a new galaxy and they love when I visit them at their posts to inspire them.

Nadia accompanies me. We play Good Cop, Bad Cop. She is the legendary Hardheaded XO who has terrorized recruits forever it seems, whipping them into shape. The recruits fear her, as they should. I lead and inspire but remind them that the XO is just enforcing regulation so do what she says, stay out of trouble, and make me happy. Nadia always put on the act of disapproving - she loves them but would never tell them that - while I pose for holovids and give out the occasional kiss to someone who has earned it through some excellence in productivity. The only thing that the masses care for more is weekly religious service where I give the faithful an orgasm they will never forget. The little shrine on the ship is already crowded and Megan (Tara's sister) is overseeing construction of a new shrine that will hold the entire ship's complement.

Humanity is happy. No one is left out. I did the impossible.

But humanity needs to grow and there's an entire universe out there. And Monica McEndicott had become the Teknomancer, overseeing large scale events in the 50+ galaxies in The Local Group . Admittedly my conflicts with her had her failing to follow up on that but I am committed to doing things right. But we will do it my way. We will establish waypoints in the galaxies and ensure peace and prosperity, unified under my guidance, for the benefit of all. And I see we are four minutes out from the first Earthwoman habitable**** system, so I will end here.

Commodore out.

* Empyrean One flagship. Referred to as E1 as not to confuse with the illustrious personage Keisha The Empyrean One Richardson.
** Large Magellanic Cloud
*** Some might say this is revisionist history
**** I almost said M Class System. Trekkies would get it.