and He rose to be Master of ALL!

Deep underground as you are you do not mark the coming of dawn, but those outside do, and the gongs resound through the shelters of the colony, calling it's people to the trials of a new day, yourself included. You groan and roll over, not wanting to get up after running with far to little sleep and none of it especially restful for the better part of two months when there is a sudden chant of "The Young Lion is Risen!" from all around you and you sit bolt upright in terror!

You are surrounded on all sides by older guard's women, most of them in their 30s and many upwards of 40, every last one of them armed and armored while directly in front of you stands 'The Captain of the Guard', Selma Winifred Kepler, whom you know to have been The General's lover and confidant.

"Hail young master!" She intones, and for a moment you detect, something, in her eyes, something other than hate, almost a: relief?

"We have come with the sheet of styles for you to select from, so that you may begin your reign over the colony." She intones, holding out a page of yellowed paper with five words on it, printed in large bold letters, and a carved block of jade, which you recognize as The General's 'chop', his personal stamp for the most important of documents.