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Aided by two men quite nearly as elderly as himself, Consul Crassus Rimilius Ispius made the walk from the entrance of the Imperial Palace into the atrium to see Aelianus Julius Vitellius. He had been sent begrudgingly by his conscience to speak with the Emperor about matters of some volatility. Many members of the Senate, and notable citizens had been speaking of changes, and urged Rimilius to spearhead their concerns. After a walk that seemed to take three times as long as it should have, Rimilius was announced. His senior slaves remained by his side, at the ready to aide their teetering master should they need to.


"Rimilius," Julius began. He smiled wearily, but with visible happiness at the Delegatus Principis. "Good to see you."


"And you as well, Julius." Rimilius said clearly. His feebleness hadn't yet diminished his speech, or his mind. He motioned for his slave on the left to pull over a nearby chair, on which he then sat slowly. After a quiet moment of letting his body settle, he continued. "How are you, Imperator?"


"Tired, if the truth were to be told. I wish Raeus had never gone to Hispania." Julius shifted on his feet and looked apologetic upon Rimilius. He knew that Rimilius and Raeus were close.


"As do many," Rimilius said without inflection. It led him to the purpose of his visit. "It is felt by more than a few among the Senate that you've served well your purpose as Emperor, and wish to see you abdicate in favor of a more visible, active person. There is no question of your deeds since you've earned 'Reconcilius'."


Julius nodded before the sound of Rimilius’s last word faded from the room. He looked at Rimilius without expression, seemingly unsurprised by the noble’s confession. Rimilius took the Emperor’s silence as the right to continue speaking, to explain himself. The room around them, the air and the atsmosphere didn’t quiet, and didn’t tense up. Rimilius was surprised with the ease at things were beginning.


"I am concerned as well. You appear to be without energy, Julius, to move around the empire and command with authority those who you've subjugated. Idle Legates, overactive Legates, rebel Legates aiding eastern cults... the primary worry is that as you continue down the peaceful, presumed idle course, someone will yet again attempt a forcible coup... and all your work will be washed away." Rimilius caught his breath, and continued calmly. He liked Julius- they all did- but such an approachment was hard to keep from sounding like an attack. "The empire is fragile enough still, and another separatist attempt could very well be the final cut... I feel if you move quickly to select an heir, that will send out the message you were only ever temporary and had a plan, and that you are indeed still in control. The Senate will cooperate with whomever you choose... I myself feel as if I won't be among mortals too much longer, and then Princeps Senatus can be bestowed upon your heir."


Julius nodded slowly, considering Rimilius’s words. He noticed within himself already that he wasn’t up to the duties of being Emperor, and welcomed the discussion on the topic. He tried a small smile, but succeeded in only twitching his upper lip. "And I assume you have an heir picked?"


"A collective has agreed on one potential heir, yes." Rimilius said briskly. He coughed suddenly, and covered his mouth. A small amount of blood speckled his palm. The slave to his right had a cloth and wiped it up as Rimilius continued. "This man has not been contacted. It would have been wholly unethical to do so, and I feel have bordered on treason were the topic not to be broached with you firstly. None of us wish to see turmoil again."


Julius became visibly curious. "Who is it?"


Rimilius didn’t hesitate. "Lucius Tacitus Vitellius."


Julius smiled a bit, almost uneasily. "Interesting choice. What reasons did you come up with to justify it?"


Rimilius Ispius nodded once, and spoke slowly. "Tacitus Vitellius is nearly as experienced as I am in the Senate and inner workings of government; He has legionary command as well as battle experience through his numerous Proconsular terms; He has a vast and varied base of support, both within Rome and in many other provinces." He paused slightly, slightly uncomfortable touting Tacitus’s accomplishments. "His age hasn't slowed his actions, and from those actions he has relationships with nearly every legionary commander around the empire, so the transition would very likely happen without resistance. I believe the two of you are close enough as well, so the nomination would not be too much of a surprise to those who know you."


Julius nodded along with each of the points, letting a weighty silence settle before he spoke after Rimilius. "I see. Has he spoken to you on how he wants to handle Hispania?"


"Nay, I haven't corresponded with Tacitus since before he went West initially," Rimilius said. "Given his history when in the region I am sure he will be instrumental and regaining control."


"Well this is something to consider. Truth be told I haven't been sure of my place in the new Rome. Thank you for coming to me Rimilius," Julius said abruptly. The rush of thoughts brought him down, turning his mood sour. He had much to think on now and he knew he had to think on it.


Rimilius smiled, closed lipped. He understood. "This is not an option that will be considered further without your input, Julius. Now that you will thinking on it in the meantime, I suggest forging a list of wants or needs for if you decide to step down. You should be rewarded for your service as Reconcilius."


Julius nodded, and looked at Rimilius’s aides as if to say ‘help him to his feet’. He looked Rimilius in the eyes and said, "I will. Thank you again."

=== Rome; Septembris ===

Lucius Cassius Vitellius, Proconsul of Greco-Macedonia, rode through the Southern Porta Appia atop a mottled brown horse. He wore a breastplate over his tunic, with cuffs on his arms and legionary sandals on his feet. The men in his large entourage were dressed the same, all being members of the Tullian Guard it wasn’t unusual. Cassius on the other hand just wanted to look soldierly for his unplanned visit to the eternal city. Once through the gates he headed directly toward the imperial palace, being sure to lose the military attire he and his guard wore before they entered the pomerium. Superstition was abound in Cassius those days, and angering Rome’s founder was not something worth risking. The ride was short enough, since Cassius knew precisely where to go and the streets weren’t as busy as usual. He had been summoned to Rome, or rather his presence was nearly begged for, Sillius Ramirus Flavus. Rumors had reached even his ears that support for Reconcilius was wavering, and Cassius was believed by Ramirus to be a strong hand for arbitration. Cassius was shown into the imperial palace without hesitation, and soon enough was in the company of the Emperor. Cassius figured that meeting Reconcilius first would do more good than meeting with Ramirus, who had once before assaulted his trust with brutality of the sword and strained their friendship. He would meet with Ramirus next.


"Salve Imperator! Julius, how are you doing?" Lucius Cassius Vitellius walked briskly toward Julius, clearly in good spirits. The ride through the city was nice for once. "I was asked to return to Rome for one reason or another, and wanted to see you first."


Julius grinned at Cassius’s robust appearance and stood, taking Cassius's hand in his own, "Cassius, clearly provincial life is doing you some good."


Cassius nodded. "I never thought I would enjoy Greece. My whole life i've despised the whole accursed place, largely out of respect for my father. Surprisingly though it's a wonderful place to be. How are you?"


"Tired and harrassed, as all emperors become. Please, sit."


Cassius did. "I can only imagine the demands put before you, placed on you. Being Proconsul isn't nearly as constricting, but I am sure the similarities are there. It might ease your burden to know the transfer of control over Pergamum has happened without any problems."


Julius smiled, "That is good to know. I hope to hear from Annius soon regarding his little war."


"So then you haven't heard that much," Cassius said sadly. He assumed the news would have reached Rome long before he did, but perhaps it just didn't reach Julius. "Annius and the army suffered a pretty substantial defeat moving into the Bythinian highlands; they've been pushed back into Roman-Seleukid occupied Galatia for the time being. I heard that over a third of his forces were lost in the first attempt to break through, and since Annius has fallen ill. The status is holding, as in Rome constrols Galatia... but the campaign has been stalled there."


Julius frowned, "I had heard of his defeat, but this illness is news to me. Grave news. Something may have to be done to regain momentum."


"I believe his Legates will be able to continue the push; The Seluekid forces are, at the moment, holding strong." Cassius smiled meekly, trying to help it not sound so bad. "Annius isn't the sort to let his own humanity get in the way of Rome's destiny."


Julius barked out a laugh, "I still may send someone out there to assess the situation. Any other news worth mentioning?"


"Aye, Florianus Julianus is in the East. The 'exile' managed to beat the Persians out of Palmyra, resecuring the lands for Seleukia. That was fairly surprising to hear!" Cassius chortled, remembering his surprise. His smile faded as his mind found the next bit of news. "I've also been told there are growing issues with your visibility, and lack of involvement in governing the empire. Nothing as serious as to suspect movement against you," Cassius lifted his left hand, palm forward. "I swear it. However I felt it was cause enough to return to the city and check in, see if I could help."


Julius nodded, "Rimilius and I have spoken about it. The current theory is that I was a capable crisis leader but that it's time to consider a new emperor."


"Oh I see," Cassius said, a bit surprised. He had heard from Rimilius, but nothing of such a conversation. "And where do you stand on the issue?"


"I'm considering it. As I said, it's a tiring job."


Cassius leaned back slightly, preturbed. He thought quietly for a few moments. It was true that Julius wasn't as active as everyone had hoped, but he hadn't done anything badly either. "I'm sure then, if you've given it thought already, that you could see how your situation may, eventually, spark another round of violence by those who only seek remedy through force


Julius thought carefully for a moment, "It's a possibility, but I think they know the empire would align against them. It would not go well."


"It wouldn't, I agree." Cassius said slowly. He took another few moments for thought, then said, "Have you any ideas on who should succeed you? Had Rimilius? If you step aside, it should look as though you've had it planned this way all along, with confidence."


"Lucius Tacitus Vitellius," Julius said slowly, "We would recall him and then name him."


Cassius was pleased to hear the name of his elder brother, but felt it grossly inappropriate to in any way enjoy it. Tacitus was a perfect choice, but Cassius would support another in his brother's stead if there were any others. He smiled, pretending not to be surprised. "His experience is comprehensive enough, at the least. When he arrived in Rome, I suggest- as nothing other than a Proconsul to his Emperor or a friend to a friend- that you expedite the process, so as not to give those who may oppose the change a chance to sow dissent... Will you remain as Consul?"


Julius nodded silently, there was little point in discussing his consulship at this point. The term was three quarters of the way through.


"Good. Good. If indeed you abdicate in favor of Tacitus, or anyone for that matter, I would like to see Princeps Senatus granted to you..." Cassius slowed his words, thinking ahead a bit. "It would afford you the opportunity to still have a strong hand in the way things are run, without the demands that you've confessed to be too tiring."


Julius agreed. "Rimilius is in ill health, I don't know if you've heard, and so it would be a position that is open without losing honor on any side."


"Oh my, no I hadn't heard. You are the first i've met with since returning..." Cassius was visibly saddened upon hearing Rimilius was ill. He had been an instrumental ally in the political history of his family, a longtime ally of Tacitus especially. Tacitus's daughter Maia was married to Rimilius's youngest son too- that's how close the families were. Cassius looked off past Julius to think about the situation, and then quickly said, "I am not wishing to rush you out of power, Julius, but if Rimilius is indeed near the end, the process should take place while he is still present, and able to pass his blessing. Such a figure carries immense influence, and if came to you initially it would be at the very least a show of respect to have his involvement."


"It would be suitable to at least get the process started during his life, you're probably right. I should at least summon Tacitus from Hispania and speak with him."


"He's made the journey many times," Cassius said with an ironic smile. "I doubt he would get lost on the way. In regards to after you're done... is there anything you want? I made the trip all the way here, and will likely stay then until the transfer is finished. I would be happy- as a friend now, and cousin with your best interest at heart- see to it that you recieve as recompense anything you desire."


Julius smiled, "I have everything I want at the moment. I will let you know if there's anything else I think of though."


Cassius lightly slapped his left hand down on the arm of his chair, and looked akwardly uncomfortable. He smiled, unsure. "I am a bit uncomfortable thinking I should leave after such a concise discussion, on such a topic... Perhaps if you aren't busy I could see Thusnelda, and your child? I am without a schedule for the day, and would enjoy the visit."


Julius’s eyes twinkled with the suggestion, happy to change the subject. Thusnelda was as much family to Cassius as she was to Julius. "They would love to see you. The boy is learning to speak, perhaps you could teach him a few more words."


"I'm sure you have the Latin down," Cassius laughed lightly as he stood up. "I'll instruct him in a few practical Greek phrases... perhaps they will come in handy."


Julius grinned and stood to lead the way to the private quarters of the palace."


A few hours later and dusk was creeping up on the city. Cassius left the imperial palace with his guard and made way as briskly as he could toward the home of Sillius Ramirus Flavus. He had to discuss with the eager and often overzealous soldier what had been talked over with Reconcilius, and waylay any fears or thoughts Ramirus might have of helping the situation along. The streets were busier now than they were when Cassius arrived, but even has he walked the crowds seemed to thin out. Shops were closing up and merchants bundling their goods in wait for another market day. Cassius had left his horses with a livery and decided to make the trip on foot, assuming horses would be a burden with the crowds and be too ostentatious for a man who had his whole life acted on the level of the common man. His thoughts were busy as he walked, thinking of his brother becoming Emperor. How, nearly seventy years later, what was stolen from their grandfather Tullius Quinus Vitellius might actually be returned. A smile crept up on his face every couple minutes as he thought of that.
Ramirus rode in the center of two columns of his guards, as they made there way out of the Flavii courtyard. They were half way down the block when they say a large group of men walking down towards them. His men ell into formation as the group came closer, revealing Lucius Cassius Vitellius. Ramirus was surprised to see his friend coming at him on foot, so late in the day and unannounced. He halted in his tracks, pulling tightly his horses reigns and waited for Cassius and the guard to get closer. Once within range enough to see the whites of each other’s eyes, Ramirus smiled.


He said, "What brings you to this side of town?"


"You asked me to come to Rome; I came to Rome." Cassius said briskly. His own men stopped on either side of him, and he stepped alone closer to Ramirus. "I've been here most of the day. I wish to meet with you," Cassius paused his words and looked around Ramirus and his men. "You look like you're going somewhere... Impatient, are we? I hope we can speak before you run away- you may like what you hear."


Ramirus hopped off his horse and took his helmet off, handing it to one of his men. With a quick hand signal all of his men except Baldric took three steps back, but stayed information. "Believe me, everyone in Rome has been patient. The city is almost dead from Patience. So I figured I'd just go to tend to some... business." Ramirus smiled, "But its always good to see you old friend, so whats the news?"


Cassius looked disgruntled, but refrained from pressing for anything more private. He was more tired from his day at the imperial palace than he had imagined. "The topic of your letter to me, should be of no more concern. My meeting with Julius confirms a change will be made, and there will be no more waiting. Others already know what I know, and the process has since begun- so if you can delay your 'business' by a few weeks, I believe you'll be more than satisfied." Cassius smiled, almost condescendingly. Then it faded to a sincere grin, and he said, "...and then you can go off to war."


Ramirus paused looking at Cassius. He knew all to well Cassius was an experienced senator and his word play was the best in rome. But he had his reservations. "Cassius I pay alot of money to spy on other people, so you can understand I hate not knowing what is going on. You and I both know there is no war going on except in the east. Well at least while Julius is on the throne... Did you come up with some solution to his guards so you can kill him? Or have you reasoned with him and made him stand down?"


"It took neither," Cassius said. "Turn your horse and your men around, go home and relax. In two weeks you will see that a new war with your name on it is resumed, and your acts in the East overlooked. Nobody will be bleeding over this; and whoever comes after Reconcilius will certainly not tolerate a drop. Will you delay your trip?" Cassius watched Ramirus think it over, and grew increasingly impatient. He didn't like conducting business in the open street- particularly not the street on which Ramirus lived. "The way the East is looking, all your businesses will be intact after your wait."


"Baldric" Ramirus said after a long moment.

"Sir?" The german replied, with one hand on the pommel of his sword. He looked ready to strike, and expressionless otherwise.

Ramirus didn’t break his look from Cassius when he said, "Back to the house."

"Yes sir." Baldric said gruffly. The german yelled out orders in his native tounge to the rest of the guard. The rest of the guards turned around and marched back to the house.

"There it is Cassius, I shall wait. I trust you and I trust you know what is good for Rome.” Ramirus backed his horse up a few paces. “That alone would make me listen."


"Your willingness to have patience pleases me," Cassius quipped jovially. He nodded over his shoulder to his own men, and then said to Ramirus. "I am already in the neighborhood, so I'll just follow you home. We can talk more there, if you like."


"Fine by me. My wife loves guests." Ramirus dismounted his horse, handing the reigns over to the nearest guard of his. He walked side by side with Cassius toward the villa. "So tell me what have you been up to in Greece, Cassius?”


=== Valentia, Hispania; One Week Later ===


Inside his former family villa overlooking the city, Lucius Tacitus Vitellius stood on a balcony facing East. The battle against the Freigoths had been finished for some time, and all had since returned to normal in Hispania. He was thinking about how his father, and his father before him had stood in the very same spot looking in the very same direction, and he wondered what they had thought about. Around him inside the house servants ran back and forth, as did Tullian Guard and legionaries from I Hispania, who still clung around the city to ensure the subdued Freigoths who did not partake in the mini-rebellion remained subdued. Tacitus's deep thoughts were disturbed by the footsteps he was waiting for, and he turned from the East to face the room. Tullius Fortunus Julianus stood there. "Hello Fortunus, i've been called to Rome."


Fortunas raised an eyebrow, he had spent the last year with the Hispanic legion and was used to straight talking and thus retorted in the same manner. Fortunas' voice had had become much deeper and gravelly and was a vast difference from before he left Rome. "My cousin Tacitus, why would that be? You sure need time to help me re-settle the region."


"You've got it under control, and with Valens helping it should be fine." Tacitus walked into the room to be nearer Fortunus. "You might consider leaving Valentia to the Consular forces and marching up to Gallia again. Now that the uprising is settled, you will probably be ordered North like before. As for Rome, I have no clue why the Emperor has asked me there... but I will go without hesitation. I wanted to let you know before I departed, which is tomorrow morning."


"It is a shame, but I am sure my men will be able to complete a full march, they have rested and regrouped. Perhaps I will drill them before heading north." Fortunas smiled, remembering the conversation he and Tacitus had had prior to him leaving Rome. He had been through his first campaign and survived and was now hoping for many more. "Well Tacitus is there anything that you need from me before you start your return journey


"A better Legate is always ready," Tacitus said with a smile. He reached out and gripped Fortunus' shoulder and walked past him, toward a small table. On it was an envelope. He stopped at the table and picked up the sealed parchment, and turned back toward Fortunus. "All I need from you is a promise you will care for this villa and the Tullian lands outside the city as you would your own children." He handed the envelope to Fortunus. Within the sealed parchment was a signed statement of ownership, passing the Valentian estate to Fortunus. "You've earned it."


Fortunas looked astonished he had no idea that Tacitus would give him this honor, he grabbed Tacitus’s arm suddenly. "Thank you Tacitus, I can’t say anything that would repay your kindness, you have always treated me well and I will not forget this." Fortunas stood back for a moment thinking how now he could bring his family to Hispania when the time was right and settle down. He looked up at Tacitus and said, with heart, "Thank you Tacitus!"


"Haha, calm down son," Tacitus chuckled. He figured Fortunus would be happy. It would give him the opportunity to own land directly, near his own father and brother who would then own considerably less. Tacitus was the real holder of property within the Tullian clan, and all that the Tullian Juliani administered as their own in Hispania was in all technicality his. "I expect it will be largely sustainable without your presence, but since the estate is without a vilicus of it's own, you'll need to find one before you lead your legion out of here. Your father and brother know what it takes to operate here in the region so you could call on them, if you like. I expect a bed when I return..." He smiled.


Fortunas chuckled "It will be waiting for you just dont be a stranger, and my father and brother despite outr differences are also welcome."


Tacitus left the next morning, just as the sun was peeking over the sea. His bireme tore through through the waves like a knife through pork fat, and sped him along toward the East. They reached Palmaria on the main island of the Baleares by the time the sun was highest in the sky, and landed for a break from the rolling sea. There Tacitus took care of some business and picked up as many of his belongings as he could reasonably take without slowing down his ship. He hoped to make Ostia within four days, despite the growing difficulty of the sea in the autumn. He knew the Emperor was aware it could take upwards of a week, but Tacitus didn’t like to waste time... and taking risks in the spirit of efficiency was common for him. He and his guard, and ship crew were back on the sea by the time two hours had passed. They reached Ostia on the fifth day in the early evening, which was just dark enough to call night though the sunset could still be seen glowing over the water in the West.


Quickly Tacitus made for his home, the Magnus Palatia Tulliae on the Quirinal hill. It was quite a short distance from the Porta Ostia, and once the tedious ride from Ostia to the city itself was done reaching the house seemed instantaneous. Inside he was greeted by his wife Flaviana Vespa Varro, his brother Cassius and all the other family that took residence in the palatial estate. It was a warm homecoming, and quite a surprise for all but one. Cassius seemed all to ready to greet his brother, and Tacitus took note. After brief visits with all around, Tacitus took Cassius aside to see why he was in Rome in the first place- he was supposed to be in the East milking Ephesus dry- and if he knew why Reconcilius called him to Rome. Cassius answered the first with the truth, that he was asked to come to Rome by Sillius Ramirus Flavus to see what he could do about to growing discontent for Reconcilius, and for the second question he answered a lie.

“I had no knowledge that Julius even asked you back to Rome,” Cassius said stiffly. Tacitus wanted to see something else in his brother’s words, but what lie could there be? Cassius looked him in the eyes and tried not to smile, that Tacitus could see. After a few more minutes of catching up, about business and other things, Tacitus excused himself for bed. He didn’t want to waste time in meeting with the Emperor, especially if it wasn’t important. Tacitus hated nothing more than wasted time for a waste of time. In the morning however, a note was delivered asking the Consular- who’s arrival had been notified to Reconcilius by a messenger of Cassius after Tacitus went to bed- to meet at the home of Crassus Rimilius Ispius, the Princeps Senatus. After a quick morning routine, Tacitus made the all too familiar trip to the aged Consular’s home.


The home of Rimilius Ispius was dark. All excess that was once allowed as part of every day politicking was shoved out, leaving only the calm and benign. Rimilius was ill, too ill to travel regularly around the city, so he remained confined to comfort, and as he greeted his expected guest, he coughed. "Tacitus Vitellius, you remembered where I live."


Tacitus, tanned and less wrinkled from his recent adventure in Hispania, smiled warmly at his elderly mentor. He noticed right away that Aelianus Julius Vitellius Reconcilius, Emperor of Rome and he who had summoned Tacitus back to the city, was standing behind the reclining Consular Ispius. "Rimilius, don't be foolish- I had to get directions."


Rimilius laughed hoarsely, and then coughed a few quiet times into his sleeve. Tacitus frowned in dismay at his friend’s ill health when Rimilius wasn't looking, and then he greeted Julius. "Salve Imperator! They said to meet you here- I am here, and happy to see you."


Julius inclined his head, "The provinces are good to everyone it seems. You look years younger and I years older than when we last met."


"Nay, Julius, you still look spry," Tacitus said, only half serious. He knew too well how the climate of the city- both political and natural- could easily wear a man down. He was happy to be back though, even if it was only for a short respite. He reached out and squeezed Rimilius's left shoulder and said, "Old man, you must be up to something! I've never been summoned by an Emperor to meet with you as well."


Rimilius just croaked, his throat filled with fluid and phlegm which he then tried to expel. Tacitus let go of his shoulder so a slave could rush to Rimilius's side, and he spoke to Julius. "So cousin, how are you? By all accounts the only turmoil of concern is far off in the East, yet you look as if something is happening. May I ask why it was so urgent I return to the center of your empire?"


Julius nodded. "This concerns your future in the empire, Tacitus. I am not necessarily the man to lead the empire after the war. We..." Julius paused and threw a glance to Rimilius, "wanted to ask you for your thoughts."


Tacitus wasn't exactly surprised, but he was caught off guard. He had heard complaints before, and minor grumblings- but nothing from anyone who would know what either Julius or Rimilius was thinking. He caught Rimilius looking up at him, and watched as he thought to himself as Rimilius pushed his attendant away to stand up. He teetered a little bit, but was steadied by his slave. Before any one else could speak, Tacitus said, "History has shown that it isn't the length of a reign that makes it great, but the deeds that define it. You stepped up when the Empire needed a peacemaker, and you've done the job. If you feel it is time to step aside, then I can assure you the brevity of your leadership does nothing to tarnish it's brilliance."


Rimilius nodded, and looked very serious. He looked over to Julius, and waited for his co-Consul and Emperor to respond before bring out the point. Julius said, "Well I'm glad to hear you couch it in such terms Tacitus, but it does lead into the next portion of our meeting; How you would fit into my abdication."


"I'm sure I can rally support for anyone you choose as successor, Julius," Tacitus said, a little confused. It was no secret that Tacitus was a supporter of Julius- before and during his reign- and that Tacitus led a majority of allied-thinkers around the empire. He could theoretically make or break any heir Julius could pick. "I'll do what I can, of course. Who are you thinking of abdicating in favor of...?"


Julius glanced over at Rimilius, "I will be naming you as my heir if you wish for the position."


"It has been decided you would be best suited to follow Julius's reign, for all your experience and social support," Rimilius said, with slight hesitation. "The murmers grow already that Julius has yet to be the Emperor the people wanted, rumors and lies float around the city as they have done for every quiet Emperor over the course of the Empire's history." He wheezed suddenly, halting his words. "Usually all before someone who thinks they can do better launches a bid for the throne..." He coughed, ending his attempt to speak.


Tacitus looked scared. Sure he had thought about being Emperor many times, but largely when those thoughts occured he was thinking about how his father and grandfather before him could each have been Emperor very easily, and weren't. Being heir at his age too was a concern, but he had scarcely slowed in his drive for adventure, wealth and leadership as his age advanced. He saw in Rimilius's pain-stricken eyes that he should accept, and he looked to Julius. "If I accept, what about you? Where will you go?"


Julius shrugged. "There are places to go and people to see. I would work that out with the parties involved. More important would be discussion of a timetable."


Tacitus had given that thought in the brief seconds as well. "I am not interested in pompous displays to announce anything, though I have long supported that such shows do well to mesmerize and occupy the common folk- but in the interest of staving off bored, greedy Legates- as I assume Rimilius was alluding to- I suggest we waste no time. I doubt you would have called me here if I were only a consideration on your list of potential heirs. Let's work out right now what you would like post-reign, and then move on to a formal declaration. It would be wise- at the very least- to proceed while Rimilius has his life, and influence, to support the move with."

Rimilius nodded, and sat back down. He was weary. Julius nodded. "What capacity do you see me in your reign then Tacitus?"


"An influential capacity," Tacitus said briskly. He looked sadly upon Rimilius, "Our friend here seems to be nearer to his ancestors than not, which will leave the office of Princeps Senatus vacant- I apologize Rimilius--"


"Don’t worry, you speak the truth," Rimilius said quietly.


Tacitus continued. "You are still Consul, and just as Princeps Senatus will become vacant, so will the other Consular seat. I would encourage you to select your own co-Consul. Should you desire it, I would encourage the Senate to grant you Princeps Senatus. Your skills in the North will always be useful, so if you desired to return to your roots, I would support that as well. I will do what I can to not see you put out to pasture, so to speak."


Julius nodded. "There's no desire to merge the emperor's titles back together then?"


"There most certainly is," Tacitus said seriously. He was a strong believer in imperial consolidation, despite his support of the republican autonomy within the Senate. "I am not without gratitude, nor a desire for continued peace, so if you so desired the office that is already separated from the sitting Emperor, I am willing to concede it. I would be more inclined to grant you memorial, wealth and, or position as you deem fit, but since it is you who is granting the greatest honor to me, I am not about to make demands."


Julius nodded thoughtfully, "Well I support consolidation too, but there is no place in the north for me anymore. I would not be welcomed in the region."


"I believe you had plans to go to Moesia," Tacitus said, thinking of Legate Tullius Fortunus Julianus, cleaning up after the success against the Freigoths back in Hispania. "Could you find your place in a new command- perhaps alongside Proconsular Sabaco against the Dacians in Moesia, or replacing Polybius on the Danube?"


Julius nodded, "I can go wherever you sent me, and even the north if you need it. I just wanted you to be aware of how I percieve their attitudes."


"I am aware now," Tacitus grinned. "If you are willing to comply with my edicts, as I am sure you know I would not harm your integrity, honor or prestige, then I suggest we determine any other specifics you would like post-reign, and then move on to the speech you'll need to present to the people..."


Julius nodded. "Yes, I've been thinking about how this would be announced and made known to the people. I do want to know the plan for Moesia. That was a project I was directing my efforts towards before... this... started to circulate in my head."


"Whatever your plans for Moesia," Tacitus said, "will be the same- only they will be expedited. Rome is at a point where we can languish in the contentment of reunification, or we can use the resources once again at our disposal to secure for the future the strength and dominion of the empire. I will not tolerate idle generals, and for too long have the Dacians sat comfortably on our doorstep." Tacitus smiled at Rimilius nodding in agreement, and then said, "As for breaking this news of I succeeding you, I suggest we break it to the public first. A speech from yourself, outlining your feelings, your deeds, and your desires- and the plan. Then, I will speak and accept your nomination. I believe in such short time we can coordinate some sort of donative to the masses as a small celebration; bread or coin, or both as it is harvest season. I believe bringing it to the people first before the Senate is the best course. Then I believe it should be you- or Rimilius, should he have the strength for one last visit to the curia- who propose the granting of imperial powers to me."


Julius thought it over, "Annius Sabaco is sick in Phrygia, and I'm meeting with Ramirus Flavus later today. The man is itching for a task and I had thought to send him to see the status of the old general and his army."


Tacitus smiled, thinking it over. "An idea good in theory, but as he still bears the tarnish of a rebel who made his mark thus in the East, I suggest you keep him around for the full transfer of authority. There are two Legates under Sabaco who are just as capable as Ramirus- and without the discrimination of traitor status- who can be contacted for updates. I understand it is still your decision, but personally I would rather not send Ramirus to an area where he has access to means for trouble. He should have died when the Seleukids crushed his legion the year before, and just because Fortuna blessed him with survival doesn't mean he should be trusted." Tacitus paused, trying not to sound preachy. He added, "I feel."


Julius nodded, "Well what will you do with the man then?"


"I will send him to Moesia under Rufus Sabaco, as planned." Tacitus said, still smiling a little. "There will be too much to do for him to devote any energy to business in the East. Expelling the Dacians will take a united effort from all involved. He may even perish in battle. He is a useful man, of course, but I am confident Rome will not miss the traitorous son of a traitor, wether his grandfather was Emperor or not."


Julius nodded, "As a legate then?"


"Just, yes." Tacitus lost his smile, and became more serious. "I see no reason to reward former rebels simply for repledging their allegiance. If he succeeds in Moesia, then perhaps he will have earned a return to the Proconsular rank."


Julius nodded.


"I remember riding South with you after Raeus died, on your way to accept the Senate's nomination for you to be Emperor." Tacitus stated. He stood silently for a moment, and realized that they had been talking over Rimilius, who had been quiet for a short while- no coughing or wheezing. Tacitus looked down and noticed the Consul was sleeping. A feeling of warmth and friendship washed over Tacitus, and he looked back to Julius. "Let's leave him be then... to conserve his strength for the Senate when it is proposed I recieve imperial powers. We can go to either home, your's or mine... I walked here."


Julius nodded, "The imperial palace is closer."


The slave standing attentively by Rimilius's side nodded goodbye to Julius and Tacitus with a smile, and walked a few paces behind them to close the doors as they exited the room. Outside the Ispii villa, Tacitus inhaled heavily the aromatic air that blew over any of the numerous garden walls in the neighborhood. It relaxed him, and they started walking. "So what would you like to do, ideally? Assuming that you were never Emperor and could do whatever your heart desired, what would that be?"


"I'd still be in the north, probably a businessman at this point. Fate has strange things in store for us all I suppose."


"Hardly anything more true than that," Tacitus said as he looked ahead. The various guardsmen both men had with them found their formation without any help from Julius or Tacitus. Julius's imperial guard flanked both men first, and Tacitus' family guard kept pace behind. "When it comes down to the proposal within the Senate, I will leave it up to you wether you recombine the other imperial powers with Princeps Senatus. It will be a surprise, of sorts," Tacitus smiled at Julius. "If you would like help with your speech to the people, I would be happy to push Cassius on you. My brother has a better nack for speechwriting than I. More color, i've heard it said."


Julius chuckled, "He does write a flowery speech, it's true."


"It is early in the week," Tacitus stated. "I will have my speech ready by tomorrow, and will place clients and staff on standby to distribute sesterce from my own coffers to the people of the forum for 'a yet un-named event', so as not to leak the surprise. I feel we could present the speeches to the people midweek, and the Senate proposal soon after- and all could be concluded by the beginning of the next. In that time, anything you would want, or want to do, I would be happy to oblige."


Julius nodded along, "I'll prepare myself as well. This will hopefully be a smooth process. Although it must be said that certain parties will be against another Tullian relative gaining the throne."


"I know... which is why Rimilius is instrumental here. I will prove to be more conservative in my actions than those people want to believe," confessed Tacitus. "The Emperorship has been honestly a family institution for four - or more- of the last Emperors. Now that I know why I am in Rome too, my weight around the Empire will help immensely. Still many provinces and legions, and even magisterial offices in goverment are administered by family. Any opposition to the transfer will have no real substance, and likely be for the record alone."


"Oh!" Tacitus burst, catching himself off guard. A thought had just occured to him, of what Julius could do after the fact. "Would you be interested in becoming Praefectus Praetorio? You could still retain your political presence, still influence my thought process, and still be in command of soldiers."


Julius quirked an eyebrow, "Perhaps, will you be keeping the guards I've assembled?"


"Unless you wish to see them turned into a veteran new legion, under your command elsewhere, then yes," Tacitus said. He hadn't thought that far ahead. "How many are there at this point?"


"I'm not sure how many remain with Annius, but in Rome there are 6,000 men," Julius said.


Tacitus nodded. "I know there are fewer than one thousand with Annius, unfortunately. I intend- Mars willing- to bring Germanicus Varro and any survivors of the original Praetorian Guard back to Rome. Wether or not they combine with the guard you may or may not leave to me, I am unsure. They have served their empire with incredible loyalty and determination though, and that should be recognized." Tacitus looked ahead and took in the sight of the city unfolding before them. "Should I consider your guard a separate legion, and award you some cavalry? It could become the lone Italian legion, garrisoned outside the city as a regular defense."


Julius smiled, "That is a good idea. I've always thought that the emperor needed to have the ability to defend himself against disloyal generals."


"History makes your thought a valid one," Tacitus chuckled, a chuckle that quickly dissipated. "Then I will worry about a new Praetorian Guard after I become Emperor. Perhaps then you will think of where to garrison this defensive legion. A new fort will need to be constructed, of course. Castra Julia Augusta, or some such name. I will leave those details to you, if you like."


Julius nodded, "I can take care of that. I have building project experience from when I was in Germania. It won't be too hard."


"Good!" Tacitus said. "You won't become bored then. As I said before, I wont tolerate idle generals." He smirked. "So, just a Consular with a special legion, or will you consider the Praefectus position? I suppose you could always take a Proconsular region when your term as Consul is up, and the legion could go with."


Julius frowned, "I assumed you would have control of the legion as emperor and I would serve as your Praefectus with the new guard."


"Then that is how it will be." Tacitus confirmed.


Tacitus accompanied Julius to the imperial palace and remained the the rest of the day. The two men always found each other to be good company, and by the time Tacitus left Julius’s company it was as if they had spent a simple afternoon as good friends playing backgammon. The next day Tacitus did as he said he would and began distributing chests full of coin to the people of the forums, though instead for no reason it was in his family’s name. Senator Titus Arcadius Vitellius and Aedile Decius Crodus Agrippa were tasked with organizing games and other festivities around the city where venues were available, to start entertaining immediately. A blitz of happiness would happen upon the city, in a rare show of reckless generosity from Lucius Tacitus Vitellius. It would take a few days before Tacitus confessed to Cassius what he and Julius had talked about, and by then Tacitus already knew Cassius was privy to the knowledge beforehand. Tacitus withheld the final truth out of spite, to aggravate his younger brother as he had done when they were youths.

Over the next few days Aelianus Julius Vitellius and Tacitus met often to discuss future acts and various other details.The speech given by Julius to the people of the city was recieved with surprise, a decent amount of remorse and a whole lot of celebration. The people weren’t celebrating for his departure- he was a decently popular Emperor- but the people were all too familiar with the Tullians, and the Populares, and in their minds a Tullian emperor meant more for the poor. It was Julius who ended up proposing imperial powers for Tacitus in the Senate, because Crassus Rimilius Ispius was too ill to do it himself. The proposal was well recieved in the Senate, even by the old guard of traditionalists. They surprised the supporters of the Populares with their support, and it was assumed they did so because they believed under Tacitus they would see more legionary campaigns and glory for Rome. Julius did surprise Tacitus with Princeps Senatus, but it was agreed he would keep Pontifex Maximus for himself. Within two weeks of returning to Rome from Hispania, Lucius Tacitus Vitellius was Imperator of Rome. Festivals were bustling around the city and the purses of the common folk jingled with coin. It was the beginning of a good reign.


Written By: Ferus Juventas, Sillius Ramirus Flavus, Tullius Fortunus Julianus and Aelianus Julius Vitellius Reconcilius

Edited By: Ferus Juventas
137 AD