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RMcD94: Thank you for the suggestion! Now I remember where I read the suggestion for Divine Intervention. It helped so much!

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Seven factions stood in delegation with one another. They stood there in a circle around a single open area for a speaker to deliver messages to everyone, or in the rare event a case needed to be heard out. It was rarely used for either however, as the whole room was well served with private messages for all the diplomats of the World Council to stab one another in the back.

In the year of 2474, it was the University that currently held much of the room in its political hold. With so many discoveries being made across the, and in the orbitals, of Chiron, it was with a doubt the University that held much sway over the delegation room. It did not hurt that University troops, after the University-Morganite Vendetta, had held much sway in the northern hemisphere. Of course, there were a few corners of the world still not under the sway of Provost Zakharov and his colleagues, such as Corazon Santiago and her Spartan Federation.

At the same time, the Gaians dominated much of the Monsoon Jungles, and much of the land around there. It was the Morganites, who held on bitterly to the vast wastes east of there, and their few, very precious few bases west of the channel that fed much of the Morganites.

The Believers held their sway of power up near the Ruins on Planet, but had been held back from ever expanding too far by the large Spartan faction just south of them, and the even larger Peacekeeper faction that held sway across the channel, in the area south of where the University had blasted the Morganites out of their industrial cities. Finally, the Hive, centered around Mount Helen, were near the bottom of the rung, only just above the Morganites who were barely above the Believers in terms of strength and production capabilities.

The waterways were not necessarily free from control, but it was a generally accepted practice to limit water bases, to keep trade flowing. Everything had settled since the time of arrival. Now, the world's leaders had fallen into the exact same trap that had captured Earth's leaders in its last 100 years. With Planetbusters held within every faction's warehouses, did you ever dare risk vendetta? Of course not.

There had been a total of four vendettas to take place since Planetfall. Not all of the vendettas we as equally important or overly special, but they truly explained a lot as to how the factions ended up with the territories they currently inhabited: not to mention, obviously, the territories they didn't have.

First off, in a further review of the past, the seven factions had landed and expanded from seven points. Zakharov had landed on the medium sized island to the north, eventually named the Island of Dunbar. Morgan had landed in the northern plains of the Eastern continent. Deidre had landed right in the monsoon jungles. Chairman Yang had landed at the base of Mount Helen. The Spartans had landed on the northern rim of the Fresh Water Sea. The Believers had landed midway up the neck of the western continent. And the Peacekeepers had landed right dab in the middle of their own continent, conveniently in the middle of the world.

As time progressed and the factions expanded their sphere of influence, the first war came between two the Believers and the Spartans. The Believer-Spartan Vendetta, had been the first, and probably shortest Vendetta. It had consisted of the Believers being pushed back several hundred kilometers, and after bribing their way out of a total conquest, the Believers were no longer a major power, but continued to straggle along behind. That had been way back in mission year 2134.

Fortunately when the Peacekeepers breached the sea in 2135, their presence affirmed for both sides that the other was real and the well-placed bribe allowed Corazon to keep her new territory, and it allowed Miriam to keep her, now, pitiful faction.

We come around to the year of 2219, and the Peacekeepers want to expand across the Mouth of Hercules, otherwise known as the Hercules Channel, separating the tail of the Western continent, and the southern underbelly of the Central continent. The Hive, however, had other thoughts on this matter, as they were already settled there. With a Vendetta lasting for nearly 80 years, with brief bouts of wild pandemonium and sickly battle reports, it all ended when the giant sized Spartans had ordered both of them to basically cut it out because they were interfering with Spartan trade. This had been the Hive-Peacekeeper Vendetta. That was in the mission year of 2298.

Peace reigned for around half a century, when in the year 2349, the Morganites and the Peacekeepers spark off a vendetta concerning the northern territories of the Central continent. The Peacekeepers, still a little tuckered out from their last vendetta, gave a very good fight, but had been no match for the more heavily armed and trained Morganite soldiers.

It is in the year of 2382, that the University launches a surprise attack on the Central and Eastern continent's northern shores, both of which belonged to the Morganites. The University-Morganite Vendetta was marked with an absolute slaughtering on both sides. However, the weapons of the University had prevailed over the aging Chaos weapons. The University had shown at the end of the vendetta, that being a bunch of geniuses couldn't hurt all the time as they manipulated the Morganites to surrender all claims to the fertile lands of both areas: vast northern plains of rich mineral deposits and fertile valleys.

Leaving the world in its current geographic state:

It did not hurt that University troops, after the University-Morganite Vendetta, had held much sway in the northern hemisphere. Of course, there were a few corners of the world still not under the sway of Provost Zakharov and his colleagues, such as Corazon Santiago and her Spartan Federation.

At the same time, the Gaians dominated much of the Monsoon Jungles, and much of the land around there. It was the Morganites, who held on bitterly to the vast wastes east of there, and their few, very precious few bases west of the channel that fed much of the Morganites.

The Believers held their sway of power up near the Ruins on Planet, but had been held back from ever expanding too far by the large Spartan faction just south of them, and the even larger Peacekeeper faction that held sway across the channel, in the area south of where the University had blasted the Morganites out of their industrial cities. Finally, the Hive, centered around Mount Helen, were near the bottom of the rung, only just above the Morganites who were barely above the Believers in terms of strength and production capabilities.

For that matter, it also left the world in its current political state:

Seven factions stood in delegation with one another. They stood there in a circle around a single open area for a speaker to deliver messages to everyone, or in the rare event a case needed to be heard out. It was rarely used for either however, as the whole room was well served with private messages for all the diplomats of the World Council to stab one another in the back.

In the year of 2474, it was the University that currently held much of the room in its political hold. With so many discoveries being made across the, and in the orbitals, of Chiron, it was with a doubt the University that held much sway over the delegation room. It did not hurt that University troops, after the University-Morganite Vendetta, had held much sway in the northern hemisphere. Of course, there were a few corners of the world still not under the sway of Provost Zakharov and his colleagues, such as Corazon Santiago and her Spartan Federation.

So where does that leave us? When and where does that leave us? In the year 2474 inside the World Council auditorium. It was here that the current council was debating on raising commerce; make the people become a little more comfortable with each other. The only ones who seemed to have any objections were the Morganites and the Believers, both because they had been shoved to the side on the matter. To be a Believer, meant to lose early, and keep on praying. To be a Morganite, meant to become big, risk it all, and damn the market for crashing.

It was here that an oddity occurred. Somebody opened the doors leading to the central circle of the council room. To make matters even more interesting, it was three men who were apparently soldiers that stepped into the room. Not only they did they make it evident that they owed allegiance to no one in the room, as members of a certain faction are required to bow or salute to their section in the circle above them, but they also wore uniforms unlike any of the factions standard military get up.

On their body the soldiers wore green and pink uniforms, much like the Gaian uniform, except it had a dragon's face painted on the back, like the Hive's Chinese dragon. When the soldiers entered the room, they gave no salute and no bow, they didn't even look for someone they should know to salute towards.

The council of delegates were brought out of their stupor by the sight of the three soldiers when the one in the middle, the obvious leader of the three before them spoke up in a gruff voice. "Good evening ladies and gentlemen," he sounded just like a host from old Earth talk shows except he also sounded like he wanted to kill you, "I have a special bulletin to bring forth to all of you, representatives of your obvious and most prestigious of factions. 10,000 of your citizens, have become tired of your gallivanting ways, and have declared Independence. This eighth faction, has decided to call itself Eye of the Dragon, or the Dragonites. This is not a matter for the council to decide if it should be allowed, it has already taken place. Thank you," and with that the three stood at attention and left. All three of the men were gone before security could lay a hand on them.

Had they known what kind of scattered chaos they left behind, they probably would've run for their life.

That is because, in the council room when the stupor had worn off, absolute chaos erupted. Not many liked the idea. There was no need to become like the 265 old nations of Earth which had slowly splintered off from just 90. They were better off with the seven factions they had now; in fact, fewer factions would be better all around.

After chaos slid around the room like a well oiled machine, Provost Zakrarhov called for order and demanded an immediate vote on the matter. When people saw that Lal and Zakrarhov did not like the idea, the others voted 'yes' on the idea just to piss off the two of the major powers. So Eye of the Dragon, on the small Isle of Dexamenus, was accepted as the eighth faction on Chiron by the World Council.

What a downward spiral this would cause from there.

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AN: May 13th, 2011: I decided, since I've already completed my edits for Divine Intervention, why not get a handle on the beginning of the whole thing as well? And jeez Louise did it help make this chapter look better. Just wait till you see this story's time line when I finish all my edits. Please review!