A Taco Archipelago

The waves leisurely washed against the sides of the Imperion-class Battleship. He stood upon its deck, his hands tightly locked behind his back, as he stared across the endless waters that vanished into the far horizon. The winds cast a gentle caress along his face, even as his mouth was set into an eternal sneer. His eyes narrowed to the bright sun overhead. The light pitter patter of feet would catch his attention, as he flicked a glance over his shoulder. His daughter would be running along one of the battleships turrets, probably oblivious to the destruction that weapon could cause if it was fired. She caught his gaze and came skipping over, as if she had no care in the world.

"Da! When can I see the Imperial boy again?" youthful innocence rolled through her tone as she asked her question.

He'd simply shake his head and about face, his heels rotating until he was fully facing her. Turning his back to the bay.
"Hopefully, not for a long time," internally, he told himself that he would never allow her to see the Imperial spawn again.

"Awwww. Why not? He was fun to play with," the child complained, throwing her hands up in mock defeat.

The sneer returned as she complained, visible disappointment plastered all over his face.
"That boy will eventually be your enemy, child. Best learn to be without such corrupting influences in your life."

The girl crossed her arms and pouted, clearly annoyed by her fathers answer.
"But Da! His Ma seemed really nice!"

"That is their entire game, foolish girl! They are the snakes of any garden. They slither under your fences and strangle your livestock, all under the guise of being things such as nice," his tone was dark and cruel as he spoke, his eyes hard as steel, and his knuckles clenched.

The girl looked to speak again, but paused as something caught her attention. He'd turn, his frame casting a large shadow on the deck of the naval vessel. His eyes landed upon a figure approaching them. The figure was neatly dressed, black clothes, plain and nothing to note on them besides a simple white collar around his neck. A small silver chain was peeking out of the figure's pocket. The figure came to a shallow stop just short of the father and daughter duo's standoff.

"King Grumps," the figure would nod towards the taller man, and turn towards the child second. Bowing his head deeper to her. "Child. I hope you are well."

The girl's smile returned as she nodded at the figure. "Yes! I am doing amazing! This ship is so big! Are you having fun exploring the ship, Father?!"

"Of course, child. Of course. It is a splendid piece of machinery, quite complex. And elegant in a morbid sort of way," with the term 'Father' being applied, it can be insinuated that the figure is a man of faith.

The King slowly blinks at the clergyman and waves to dismiss his daughter.
"Run along child. I shall speak with you later."

His daughter would pause and nod, before executing a very unnecessary deep bow to the Father and running off further down the massive vessel's deck. Vanishing from sight beyond the numerous pieces of equipment on its topside.

"What do you want priest?" the words held no warmth for the man of the cloth. The King would turn to face the bay once again, putting his back to the Father.

The other man would stand next to the King and stare off over the waters.
"You speak ill of our brothers and sisters, your majesty. We all come from the same father above."

The King rolled his eyes, and scoffed at the other man's words.
"You know of the Imperial's history, Father. I need little explanation for my feelings about them. I know for a fact, that the Imperial Queen already weaves a web to entrap my kingdom and my people into the eagle's talons."

"Empress Bludburden has taken strives to demilitarize her nation," the clergyman spoke matter of factly and with little emotion behind such words. "You cannot stare back at the past, otherwise you will not see the future rushing towards you. Learn to let go, and look to forge a new history with our fellow Margauxians. Love and compassion can heal any wounds if you allow it."

The King's clenched his fists so hard his knuckles cracked in unison. He stared down at the Father, his eyes a mask of disgust at the words he was hearing. "Will your love and compassion heal a knife wound? As the life bleeds out of some poor sole, because you have opened our gates to snakes. The Imperial Queen has been killing her citizens left and right to secure her throne, and you speak well of her. If I was your Father, I would be disappointed."

The Father turned and narrowed his eyes at the King.
"Watch your words, your majesty. The lords forgives, but he doesn't forget," he soothes over a few wrinkles in his attire and returns his gaze to the sea, looking for something none can see. "I do not speak well of the Empress. I speak well of her actions, and her willingness to set aside such minuscule differences. If she commits such atrocities behind the curtains of her throne. I cannot cast judgement upon them, that is for the Almighty above. But, I can say this about both of you..."

There was a pause as the wind whistled through the metal railings of the warship. "Your children will know no peace, if you continue down this path. It will lead to your destruction, probably both of your destruction, and your children will be left to clean it up. Good or bad, your majesty."

The explosion of guns puts their conversation on pause, as neither person jumps or is startled, but they both turn. The King watches as smoke billows around the cannons on the far end of the vessel, and the Father gestures something with his hands. The turrets would fire two more times, before silence enveloped the ship. The sad sound of a trumpet would cry, as both men would stare as a flag draped over a casket would drop into the sea.

"A proper send off to an old sea hound."

With the alliance established, Queen Pearl VI was pleased to see numerous volunteers joining the military and the construction of the space fleet underway. However, she observed that she was gradually losing control over the state to the alliance. While she remained the leader, the alliance was becoming increasingly powerful and began to act independently of the state. Soon, the leaders of political parties were developing their own military forces.

Anarchism party (AP)
Confederate worlds of Cashinamasian (CWC)
the Holy islands (HS)

But she decided to try meeting with outside leaders. maybe they would understand?