Gunnland
FTR
The former colony of Port Stanley in Himyar suddenly becomes a refuge for powerful Gunnish politicians, but the white-rule colony turns out to be less of a safe haven then they expect.
The MacLeish scandal has recently rocked the clans and government. A liberal, anti-Gunn, and anti-Church opposition has accused the government of covering up the disappearance and death of Duncan MacLeish, a prominent businessman and clan chief. Prominent well-connected Gunnish politicians like Fr. Coemgein Gallagher (the former censor), Padraig B. Smith (the former public prosecutor), and Matthew mA. Walther (politician-journalist) have fled the country, expecting to find safe haven in the white-rule colony. So has the late MacLeish's widow, the Lady Beth Cameron Cawdor, who is in reality the Queen-Mother Deoiridh. Meanwhile, Robert Gunn is sent by Queen Julian to investigate reported human rights violations in Port Stanley.
Lady-in-waiting to Queen Julian and liberal influence, former personal assistant to Robert Gunn (2007-2010) and Duncan MacLeish and Lady Cawdor (2016-2017).
Queen-mother to Queen Julian, believed to be dead after in a 2015 airplane accident. Briefly married to Duncan MacLeish at the end of his life.
A university professor, the unlikely chief of Clan Gunn, and once the power-broker connecting Queen Julian and the Blackthorn government.
Stephanitic swimmer and former mistress of Duncan MacLeish (2015-2017).
Billionaire shipping magnate, clan chief, and sworn enemy of the Gunns. Spent his life unsuccessfully attempting to regain the title "Lord of the Isles" and former lands from the Gunn sept of Wilson. Killed by @Eiffelland secret service in Trivodnia (though widely believed to have been killed by the Gunns). His disappearance has caused a major national scandal and nearly a clan war, since he left no MacLeish heir to take control of the clan.
Former public prosecutor. Grandson to Ian Smith, the elderly prime minister of Port Stanley.
"The Wolf and the Jackal"
The High Court
Windhaven
“’Cause we’re Marpesians and we’ll fight through thick and thin,
we’ll keep our land a free land, stop the enemy coming in!
We’ll keep them north of the Rwenbezi till that river’s running dry!
This mighty land will prosper for Marpesians never die.”
The raucous soldier's song was occasionally interrupted by baseball bats smashing hard drives, and the office smelled like bleach. Robert was surprised to find the doughfaced attorney in a good mood. Hadn't he and the pigeon-toed politico just been thrown out of government? Guess I won’t have to cheer them up after all. Walter saw him and slung a monitor at his head, discus-style, and the glass exploded against the dated yellow wallpaper. Padraig turned around smiling like a jackal.
“Can’t have ‘Quint Queer’ look through my files.” He checked his watch. “We’re picking up Gallagher in thirty minutes. Going to visit Uncle Ian in Port Stanley.” Himyar? They were going to Himyar?
Walter clapped him on the shoulder. He looked like a wild man, his blond hair almost down to his shoulders, his moustache now a full-grown beard. When he spoke it smelled like whisky. “Coming with, Rob? There’s a war on. We’re going to shoot some commies after all.” He flashed the fat lawyer a wolfish smile.
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