The Cyth Hegemony was a 4-planet territory, populated by the Cyth species. In 1301, the Vielt Empire came into contact with the Cyth Hegemony and promptly declared war.
*Flomsawue Standard Calendar: 1301*
"So how much?" Sleak Perfith asked the storekeeper.
"For Fairy Polypore? We're talking some serious Uczi—maybe eighty."
"Alright," said Sleak. He thought about how eighty Uczi was a big chunk out of his budget, but this was an important cause.
He had company coming, and Fairy Polypore made the best Oh'i cakes—that was his grandfather's secret, and Pa was known for his Oh'i cakes.
Sleak handed the storekeeper a hundred Uczi note and got his change back.
Sleak walked home and set the table. It was quaint—his apartment on Ieuclite. It was not big, but it was comfortable, and that was what mattered to Sleak.
He changed and set the table—the traditional Cyth 3-bowl formal place setting. He opened a digicopy of Classic Cultural Cuisine for Cultured Cyth on his CyTab.
He made the Oh'i cakes first—they were usually served cold, though on occasion they were served piping hot. Those were put on small appetizer plates.
After the cakes were set out, he poured the caluguaro cordial into one of the bowls, and made hot soup for the third bowl,
thereby creating the hot-cold-room temperature balance prized in Cyth food.
A few minutes after everything was done, the bell rang. Sleak opened it, ushering in his girlfriend Frym.
They had just sat down to dinner, and Frym had just commented on the Oh'i cakes when both of their pocket-sized CyTabs started to ring loudly.
"Well, life doesn't stop for dinner," chuckled Frym as they both pulled out their CyTabs. They both read:
Emergency Hegemony Alert
Approximately one day ago, our probes detected a group of
unknown vessels that appeared in the Ieuclite system. The
vessels have attacked the colony on the moon of Auwth, and
we must now defend ourselves.
All reservists should report to their local office for
deployment. All civilians should stay in their homes.
Both gasped. Frym put down her fork and stood up,"Well, darling," she said with a strained voice,"I'm a reservist. That random lottery is quite dreadful.
Come here," Sleak came right over, presuming she wanted a hug. Frym straightened his scarf and looked into his eyes. "Darling," she said,"lovely... May we meet again.
" She patted his cheek, hesitated, and kissed his cheek. Frym walked hurriedly out the door, and Frym sat down, looking at the barely-eaten meal.