3 April, Space Era Years 92.
Inside the modest conference chamber of the National Party, cold white lights gleamed across the glass table.Aelyzabeth von Thors stood before a grand holographic chart, presenting her political proposal with unwavering conviction.
"We must hold the senatorial election first—only then the presidential one.
Power must be seized from the top, not from the bottom."
General Rudolf nodded in agreement, for he was no master of politics and trusted Aelyzabeth's instinct implicitly.
Yet Aelaera, standing beside her, shook her head slowly.
"Alisu... that is no strategy. It's like chess without a back rank.
Would you set your board before you place your defense?"
Aelyzabeth paused, silent for a moment, before exhaling softly—aware of her own limits. She knew that she commanded mastery on the battlefield, yet politics was another war she had yet to conquer.
Thus, she summoned Walter and Lia von Yigzorch for counsel.
The twins sat calmly; Lia opened her tablet and spoke in a voice both gentle and razor-sharp.
"Lord Alisu, you must remain with the army and build your prestige there. You are the embodiment of order, discipline, and strength. Leave politics to us."
Walter added confidently,
"On the battlefield, you conquer with weapons.
In elections, we conquer with words.
I shall make the people believe—truly believe—that Aelyzabeth Thors is the future of humankind."
Aelyzabeth regarded them with pride.
"Then I entrust it to you both. You are the mind of this movement... and I, its heart."
The Birth of Aerys Vilozyver.
On 6th April, Aelyzabeth learned she was pregnant once more.Fear mingled with resolve; she would not allow another tragedy like Anya.Resuming her genetic research, she perfected what had once failed, ensuring every detail was beyond flaw.
On 9th December, Space Era Years 92, a child was born—Aerys Vilozyver.
He was strong, fair-skinned, with white hair like both his parents and eyes of cold blue-gray. His face was gentle as his mother's yet sharp as his father's.Holding him close, Aelyzabeth whispered softly:
"You are my hope… Anya, this time I have succeeded."
The loss of Anya had forged her into something unbreakable.
The Rally of Walter von Yigzorch.
15th December, Space Era Years 92The central square of Lunaryaoverflowed with hundreds of thousands. A vast banner bore the image of Aelyzabeth Thors in full military regalia. Upon the stage, Walter von Yigzorch stepped forward as the crowd roared.
He raised his hand; silence fell.
"Citizens of New Hope! Do you remember who stood to protect you when the borders burned?Who faced the fire when your government fled?"
The masses thundered back—
"AELYZABETH THORS! AELYZABETH THORS! AELYZABETH THORS!"
Walter smiled faintly, lifting his hand high.
"Yes—Aelyzabeth Thors!The woman who never hid behind a desk, who fought upon the same field as we did!Tonight, we declare to the stars themselves—We shall not bow again!"
Thunderous applause shook the ground.
"The government speaks of democracy, yet it is but a den of merchants selling our world to aliens!The National Party shall restore human dignity, restore honor to the soldier, and restore the glory of New Hope!"
"Heil Aelyzabeth Thors!"
The cry echoed like a cosmic storm.And that night, the National Party ceased to be merely a political movement—it became a crusade of faith, with Aelyzabeth Thors as its divine emblem:the herald of humanity's resurgence in the age of the stars.
Thus ends chapter B-XII.