Random update while re-reading myself.
The chronicle Cover Stories has interesting bits about how the current government came to be:
Reference to the question of mythical Minmatar ‘history’ vs ‘real’ history:
Well, that was the idea. He chuckled to himself at the notion and considered the book he’d been reading. He was enjoying the new study of ancient Krusual warlords all the more because it was remarkably free of the usual overblown rhetoric about Krusual heroism. A real history. About time we started to look at ourselves with a clear eye, he thought.
The Great Caravanserai on the Eyniletti Plains on Matar, where the Tribal Assembly meets is described, this way:
This was the most majestic of the caravanserai, those waystations, trading posts and meeting grounds of the ancient Minmatar. This was the “Great Caravanserai,” so-called for its size and architectural beauty but also for the ambition of those who had built it. This place predated the Minmatar Empire. This place was where, it was thought, the tribes had begun to edge towards unity and an eventual global peace. Well, perhaps. Such speculation was shrouded in forgotten histories and fragments of memory. One thing was sure though, this caravanserai was neutral ground for all the tribes and in all the tales where it figured it had always been so.
The assembly quarter was on the south side of the caravanserai, an unbroken, fortified area that had once functioned as a kind of redoubt into which all unable to bear arms would go in the event of raids by outlaws and casteless bandits in the ancient times. It was also built several stories higher than the flanking west and east sides of the edifice and one story higher than the north side’s gatehouse. It was the natural location for the assembly to base itself while the rest of the caravanserai functioned much as it had in the old days. The assembly’s presence here had drawn a small town’s worth of officials, technicians, security, journalists, ambassadors - in short, all the types of people you would expect to gather around the government of a nation. Naturally, this drew traders, tourists and many others, legitimate and not so legitimate. The Great Caravanserai easily accommodated them all and in this respect too the wisdom of the choice of location was apparent.
Using it as a meeting place is a new invention:
That was what made Shakor’s choice of this place as the ground to hold the tribal assembly so inspired. To use the Great Caravanserai was a clear signal of the old ways informing the new. Additionally, it pleased the Thukker as their ancient ancestors had built the caravanserai to have a place to trade with the many tribes and clans of the plains and hills in some safety. All in all, the wily old white-eye had judged things perfectly when it came to the location. No-one could argue with holding the assembly on the one piece of ground that everyone regarded as neutral.
Not everything went smoothly in the government restructuring:
A pity the handling of the assembly itself had not been so inspired and sure.
Some organizing committee had liked the notion though and so a grotesque hodge-podge of styles had been crudely stitched together to make an assembly chamber. In Allek’s opinion it was an unfortunate metaphor for how badly the assembly process had gone. Nice idea but once inside the process, or room, and it was clear the execution was terrible.
[T]he real issue was the Nefantar and the Starkmanir and how those two tribes would disturb the balance of power in the Minmatar home worlds. The established tribes were playing a game of maneuver and counter-maneuver around the two returned tribes. These two were in their turn playing their hands for all they were worth to get what they could. Power politics, as murky and raw as it could get without turning into an open breach. That was the business of the assembly. That was why Allek was here.
A planetary(?) currency:
Uranium-Backed Quantum: an increasingly common currency that used quantum entanglement to link data tokens to the uranium depository that underpinned the represented value.
Trading in money is a culturally convoluted thing hereabouts:
Ordinarily, venturing a price in a currency such as UBQ would be an extreme discourtesy on the seller’s part as the use of electronic money was normally for the buyer to raise as a convenience to both parties. If the seller were to offer a price and force a buyer to admit they were incapable of trading in such currency it would be tantamount to an insult. Even offering a price in local currency or scrip would be regarded as somewhat rude without first going through a polite ritual of weighing up kudos and apologetically citing some formulaic reason for having to charge for the item at all.
“It feels nice to have some kudos. Ever regret leaving behind the old ways of favors given and favors received?”
“Ha! I might have left behind the open favor and the ‘gifts of family, clan and tribe’ but I still deal in favors right enough. Money just clarifies who owes what to whom, you understand?”
Sebs are sneaky, news at 11:
The pad actually had the entire history on it. What it also contained was political intelligence vital to sensitive negotiations ongoing in the tribal assembly. The Sebiestor tribe needed this information. Karin Midular needed this information to shore up her hand in the discussions. She also needed no-one else to know about it.
Thukker are bastards who like to throw their weight around, also news at 11:
Political realities being what they were, the concessions to the Thukker were simply going to have to be accepted. The Thukker were a fully-fledged independent power in a way that no other tribe was. Not to say they were more powerful necessarily, they simply had a freedom of action that couldn’t be ignored by the very nature of their society. All the talk about it in the assembly was in the manner of a smokescreen and the Thukker cheerfully played their role knowing full well they’d get what they wanted in the end.
Tenerhaddi Dykon of the Krusual is not the most reasonable person that ever lived:
Allek caught sight of Tenerhaddi Dykon moving purposefully towards the dais and smiled. The Sanmatar was going to get an earful. The Krusual Chief was not the most conciliatory presence at any table.