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In a world of war, remain stylish 🖤

Oh I know very well my dear

+Philippa said once she withdrew a little for some air. She went straight back to the kiss, placing a hand on Lara’s cheek+

You’ll never be replaced, and our brothers nickname means nothing to me unlike the one you gave me.

I appreciate last night 💋

Hm, not the worst name I’ve been given

//I love it 😭✋🏻

“I’m on my way as we speak”

+Georgiou replied, briskly walking down the ships corridors+

On the brink of war, it’s good to remind yourself of all you’ve achieved and accomplished - one of those such things is my own Sword. To you, my dear @swordofgeorgiou.bsky.social

I have learnt that there is a ***lot*** more to like about you, Lara dear. Happy Sexy Saturday indeed

+Georgiou’s brow furrowed slightly, war was not new to her but the concept of going against the multiverse seemed…daunting+

“I see. In that case, I am glad to have both you and Picard by my side during this time”

“One step at a time. For now, I am willing to put our…differences…on hold temporarily to converge onto this ‘threat’ if you can call V’Lok that”

+Georgiou replied slowly, calculating her moves+

+Georgiou caught wind of her name but remained silent, observing from the shadows so to speak. She wasn’t physically there with Tiberius but she had rerouted the comms to her screen as well as to his intended listener+

**"Citizens of the Terran Empire, and those who dare to defy us,**
@swordofgeorgiou.bsky.social

@mirroruniverse.bsky.social

@icommandnotserve.bsky.social

**The multiverse trembles as our forces, united from countless timelines and mirrors

+Philippa’s expression darkens, even in front of the Emperor she still chose to be defiant and speak out of turn. She flicked her wrist, gesturing for prime T’Lara to be propped to stand on her feet+

“You have? Ooh this is a piece of good news I could use right about now”

+Georgiou said, smiling sinisterly+

get one. The Vulcans failed. The Andorians failed. The Klingons failed. The Romulans will also fail. I need to ready my war council”

+She said, her tone laced with hatred yet she still managed to stay somewhat composed+

and obliterate Romulus. I do *not* want anything to survive, it should be blown into smithereens if T’Vok thinks he can go against the Empire no less use my weapon to do it.”

+Georgiou had felt something when he mentioned San but refused to let anything resurface+

“If he wants a war, he will

definitely wipe out the adjoining systems too and that means his pathetic planet.+

“When have I ever done things in bisections, my dear? No, I want them all to pay. The insolent actions of one has cost them all their freedom. Tell Jean-Luc to enslave their species

+Georgiou was visibly retraining herself from releasing her anger out on something…or someone. Perhaps she would do that later but for now, she made eye contact woth T’Lara. Her brother have the godsend but he was foolish if he thought it would only wipe out Terra - it would most

//oh good lord. V’Lok better watch out then because Georgiou has won and otherthrown plenty of governments. Time for her to talk to her war council 🫡

heartbeat if I desire.”

+Georgiou said coldly, her tone a warning. She was a Terran through and through, and an Emperor first and foremost. Should the times call for it, she would not hesitate to kill to protect her reign as she had done in the past.+

would not be alive for much longer. She stepped forward, addressing the view screen+

“If you so much as *think* about poisoning Terra with your presence, I will not hesitate to send the honour Guard after you. There are many light years between us currently, but I can shorten that gap in a

+Georgiou watched the proceedings unfold in front of her. She had never much cared for V’Loks wife however now she was an interesting asset. She watches Lara…her Sword…one of the only people she actually cared for in this universe deal with her apparent alive and well brother - though hopefully he

+Georgiou was stunned, this couldn’t be real+

“This can’t be”

+She said simply yet confused. The Emperor cast Lara a doubtful look, eyebrow raised+

exact feeling+

guards loyal to me, not to mention the sheer amount of armoury within the ships and buildings. If he wants an onslaught, he will get one. Don’t cry for me, I do not plan on perishing any time soon and certainly not at the hands of Kirk of all people”

+Georgiou said calmly, her eyes betraying that

+The mere mention of Tiberius’ name made Philippa tense up - not out of fear so to speak but out of hatred and a small bit of anxiety. She stepped closer to Lara, placing a palm onto her cheek and wiping away a tear+

“He won’t claim my seat, not whilst I can help it. There’s still plenty of

“What is on your mind, Lara?”

+She prompted, dismissing the guards that were nearby+

+Philippa was facing away from the door, and once the sound of footfall had ceased she slowly turned around to reveal the view of her Sword. She recognised the dire expression on her face and stepped forward, closing the space between the both of them. She gave T’Lara the gesture to speak+

//I need to change the strap shade but this was a first attempt without a pencil sooo

Governesses eyes was not overlooked though+

“I believe you will do what is required to them so that my name will never be tarnished again nor my reputation”

+Cutting out a tongue would be most satisfying to see and Philippa felt a wicked smirk forming at the corner of her lips+