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The workers of the company are doing their usual stuff today. Some of them are mining for precious metals in the bodies of dead gods at the astral realm. Others are controlling robotic hands assembling nukes at the lunar factory. A large screen is present in each room. The huge screens light up and a message is displayed. "CAUTION! NUCLEAR WAR IMMINENT!" Elsewhere, many missiles are launched by the spaceships of the company towards a fleet of space pirates.
Nuevo gilead and Space Pirates of The Milky Way
Vitale attempts to drink the liquid concoction given to him by Kharzal, his head pounding as he does. As he gently sips on it, his vision starts to stabilize. He looks at Kharzal, muttering something in Italian which is probably something angry, judging by the way he muttered it. As he slowly places the drink down, the pounding in his head begins to subside. As it does, Vitale stands up rather quickly as his stance takes on an intimating pose.
“That snake took what was mine. I’m going to put her in a coffin. She must have been who was playing the game. I do not care for meddlesome…elements, let’s call her that. I agreed to do my end of the bargain, Kharzal. I do not feel as if my arraignment has been fully actualized. Walking away is what people who have simply no sense of actualizing do. And besides, if this…complication did try to kill me, I will…let’s just say, I don’t care for people who try to kill me. They usually are the people who I make an example out of. So that way others can learn from failure.”
Vitale wipes off his face with a cloth in his suit pocket. A small bit of blood runs down his cheek from a cut, but it stops as soon as it starts as the cut seals. His hands adjust his glasses, as he slowly puts the cloth away. A small smirk appears on Vitale’s face as he looks at Kharzal. There’s a sense of overwhelming malice within him that exudes despite that Vitale appearing relatively calm with his facial expressions.
“I’m not leaving. You offer your assistance, I shall provide mine. I desire to fix this…issue,” he says, his voice low and deep. He extends his hand out towards Kharzal, ensuring this pact.
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Greater Angelus, Order knights of America, Hikxx, Lorenial, and 5 othersAlbinistan, Mapland and Weedsmorthy, The Naval Junta of Hawaii, The state of karafuto, and Tenseifureta
Sephynne: [Seeing the approach of Nol's aircraft, she hurries in their direction, trying to stave off an overwhelming feeling of disorientation]
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Officer: They're lowering their shields, sir.
Calarin: Patch me through. [A pause as the comms officer connects him on an open channel to the Lorenial fleet] This is Admiral Calarin of the Seventh Fleet. Due to the heinous actions of elements within your government in aiding the assassination of Prime Minister Calera Sephynne, Acting Prime Minister Lorenne Saveth has directed me to apprehend the individuals responsible. Deactivate your defenses and allow my forces unhindered passage as we carry out our orders. Please, there is no need for further bloodshed or destruction of your military assets.
Kharzal: [With a grim smile, she takes Vitale's offered hand] I am glad to have you at my side. Our only priority as of this moment is finding and eliminating Amatheia. [She gestures towards Sarakkha] With her help, we can no doubt find any of her doppelgangers easily, but determining if any of them is actually her would be nigh impossible beyond destroying them one by one. At that point, she would know we're onto her and could come up with a counterattack against us. And even when we find her... [She tilts her head at Vitale] Have you ever had to fight for your life against a master Nälkänite, let alone a Võlutaar? Destroying her corporeal being will not be enough. We will have to sever her abyssal contract for us to stand a chance. [She laughs, though there is no mirth behind it] Listen to me, telling a non-Sister how to kill one of us. I am placing an enormous amount of trust in you, Dear Vitale.
Lorenial, The united solarian soviets, and Nuevo cibola
One of Nol's people finds sephynne and contacts the others. Nol breathes a sigh of relief at that. They now have a chance to flip the entire dam* table to their favour.
"Quite the costume change, prime minister." He says, as he finally faces sephynne. A lot of things happened, despite the short time frame, a small laugh escapes him.
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"Sir..?" One of the aides look at the admiral. They were mere moments from launching usteo squadron. Then a transmission came through.
"Put me through cadet." A gruff voice came from the admiral.
"This is Admiral Porter, of the 7th wing Carrier group. You're request has been denied, your flotilla has violated international maritime law for attacking our ships during a routine maritime patrol." He pauses, as a disdainfull look start to creep up in his face.
"The actions of your flotilla has resulted to the lost of our sailors and pilots, you've attacked us without any provocation. You dare think, we'd lay down our lives for you to kill us all." He speaks down from the mic, with thundering fury.
"Under the world embassy, and the laws of the sea. I request YOUR GROUP, to stand down. Either let us go home or face not only the wraith of our navy but also international condemnation." He barks off, turning to the cadet.
"Usteo squadron is waiting for orders sir, they've already launched in the air." Says the cadet.
"Direct their course towards the enemy torpedo craft. And keep course towards Lorenial!"
"Aye, sir!"
The crimson hue of Usteo's planes could be seen wholly of both ally and enemy crafts, small drones could be seen from the wings, attached to the hardpoints of Usteo Squadron.
Greater Angelus, Hikxx, Malaching, and Timewalkers
[In the private communications chamber aboard the Colossus, Calarin faces a holoprojection of Saveth]
Calarin: Madame Prime Minister, I urge you to reconsider-
Saveth: I do not need to reconsider, admiral. You have your orders.
Calarin: Lorenial has always been our ally. Surely there's a better way to apprehend hostile individuals beyond killing-
Saveth: [Raising her voice, cold and on the edge of deadly anger] I will not be second-guessed! They murdered Sephynne, and they will face the consequences. As will you, if you continue this insubordination.
Calarin: [He is silent for a few seconds, before bowing his head in defeat] I apologize, Madame Prime Minister. We will commence the operation.
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[On the front, the Hydra fighters' piercing screech fills the air as they pivot towards Usteo Squadron in defense of the V2s.]
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[At Nol's comment, Sephynne raises her arm, observing the fine cut of her clothes, and smiles somewhat sheepishly.]
Sephynne: I don't think I'll ever be able to comprehend what just happened. I should have been dead. Though I must say, I'm glad to have gotten out of those bloodstained clothes...being stabbed has a way of ruining the finest suit...
"Bogeys at 6 o'clock, coming in fast!" A WSO calls out inside the cockpit. Usteo 1 glances at their radar screen, 'Guess that why our f14's couldn't escape in time...' He calls in his squadron, and pushes various buttons, with his hud displaying the drones they carry.
"All wings, release drones and push those throttles to the max." He smirks as the plane lightens it's load as the two UAV's unclamp from their wings, falling mid air, tiny wings folded out as they all made their way towards the hydra's. The UAV's open their missle bay as they get a lock on at the fighters.
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"Well regardless, of that. Our countries are at a brink of all out war- we've already getting reports of a ongoing sea battle." He grimaces, the more bloodshed is shed, the harder they'd be able to get peace done.
"My team is prepping a satellite broadcast as for how it will be done," As he says done, Lia jumps down from the wreckage. Her figure a bit worse for wear but she seems to be in a amicable mood all things considered. "The director will be using me as a conduit to hack into your communications center, I'll be broadcasting it using a signal, which also means I get to perform....though I must admit, never did I expect I'd do it under these circumstances."
"Ah Lia, guess the director has alread-" He gets cut off as Lia punches Nol from the gut, not fatally but enough for him to struggle to the ground. "That's for giving me those false information jackass, seriously..." She says in a deadpan voice.
"G-glad your safe a..and sound also..ughh" He gasps in between, as he tries to stand up.
Lia's eyes shift color as her voice gets disrupted, "Much as I adore this reunion we all have, we don't have much time. Frost and I are trying our best to reign in options on a retaliatory strike-" The director pauses. A subtle look of anger could be seen on Lia's face, before Lia felt the director leave her system entirely.
Lia looks at Nol and Sephynne, with a confused but encouraging face. "Well u heard that fluffball, let's get this show on the waves."
"This is completely unacceptable! Even with those fighters, that carrier group cannot sustain that fight!" A roar from the general of the eastern bloc shouts. While they were all being informed about the happenings of the coup and the targets, the carrier group containing Hersiliah called an emergency signal. Disrupting the LDC's director... of well, explaining it all.
"The port city of saudrick is the closest base we have, the..."
"Didn't we weaponize space already? Why the hell are we not using 'that'."
"Oh excuse me general, do I have to remind you 'that' thing is made for targeting buildings and not oh...i don't know, a naval group?! We haven't even tested it or the effect on it if 'that' is used on the sea! DO you want the world to get antsy of how Lorenial has a-"
"Are you done, general?" The rant of the LDC head gets cut off as a very irritated Frost let's out her murderous intent off. "Sorry, miss president. But I simply don't see the reason why you aren't allowing us to divert forces to the battle." The general sits, her face containing withheld anger.
"Coup or no coup, those are enemy combatants. And are the lives of those men really all worth saving a single person?" A cold glare from the Director all it took to answer that question. But before anything could happen, a R&D representative coughs and speaks up. "As The LDC shared with us all, the fleshcrafters are a group we cannot underestimate. Having a in depth account and subject will help us see the limits of their magic"
"Apart from what the R&D said, we cannot risk an escalation beyond our capacity, Lorenial's economy while capable of sustaining it's forces is just that, capable of maintaining what forces we have. A full scale war would cripple not just our economy but manpower and gdp. This is a war we cannot undertake without preparation." A civil servant from the minister of finances points out.
Sephynne: [Patting Nol on the back as he recovers his breath from Lia's gut punch] There there, I can't say you didn't have it coming for misleading your friend like that. [She straightens up, smooths out her hair, and looks around expectantly at those assembled] I'm ready for the broadcast when you guys are. Let's see how they like it when I come back from the dead.
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[The leading squadron of Hydras shift from a V formation into two separate wings and attempt to flank Usteo, releasing flares as the UAV missiles fire. As they get in range, the fighters' point defense cannons blaze into life, raking the F14s.]
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[Simultaneously, on millions of screens across the system, blaring through on loudspeakers and radio sets:]
We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming for an emergency announcement.
[Sephynne, standing in a field of debris, flanked by the LDC team]
I am Prime Minister Calera Sephynne, and the rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated.
Explanations can wait, but I hereby order all Angelan forces to stand down and retreat to our internationally recognized borders. I also declare Lorenne Saveth to be guilty of treason and my own attempted assassination.
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[In the bunker beneath the Belayana Building, shocked aides stare dumbfounded at their screens, then at Saveth. One agent moves to apprehend her, but is frozen with an icy glare.]
Saveth: Touch me and die. Clearly this is another Lorenial trick.
Comms Officer: But, ma'am...her executive authentication has also gone through.
Guard: [Raising his rifle, as he does so the other members of the team do the same] Lorenne Saveth, you are under arrest. Come quietly.
Saveth/Amatheia: [The air shimmers as she takes a deep breath, then says:] You are the traitors. I order you to eliminate each other immediately.
[Instantly, a firefight breaks out in the bunker, screams and blood and bullets as personnel turn on each other in a frenzy of violence. In the chaos, Amatheia walks leisurely to the exit, the expression on her face promising murder.]
'Their prioritizing our f14's rather than the drones...' Hersiliah watches from the satellite, her eyes narrowed as the f14 pilots dodge and weave as the UAV's continue to harass and bring some reprieve towards the pilots.
The drones were doing their job of evening-ish the air battle in terms of numbers. Usteo squadron on the other...
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Usteo squadron's ADF planes despite the UAV and f14 coverage were still facing some bogeys chasing them. 'Come on....' Usteo 1 muttered, as finally they got a lock on those behemoths.
"All units new orders from command, Stand down!" A female voice shouts, causing brief confusion from Usteo's lead craft.
"What?!"
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As the broadcast ended, Nol set his gaze onto Sephynne with a conflicted look. "I'm guessing omitting the fact it was a fleshcrafter who did it...is grounds for giving the sisterhood some leeway to back off?" He mused.
"Can't say I approve of it but, hey, you're the prime minister here not me." He says jokingly, although the fact the head of the sisterhood hasn't made a move concerns him. Even with his 'double agent' act, he didn't get much if at all info about her. That and the mystery of Jendah's killer...
His thoughts get interrupted as Lia pokes him. "Hey, my batteries are all but drained." She yawns. "I don't suppose we can go home now?"
[Admiral Calarin breathes a sigh of relief as he watches his fighter squadrons pull back to the fleet. He swiftly addresses his bridge crew:]
Calarin: You heard Prime Minister Sephynne! Stand down and retreat.
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Sephynne: [Despite her former bravado, a look of intense sadness crosses her face] For now, Lorenne Saveth's memory will have to take the blame. To do this to my old friend is... [She is silent for a while] I do not want to make an enemy of the Sisterhood. All I know is one fleshcrafter, impersonating Lorenne, attacked me on the helicopter...she also claimed she was responsible for killing Jendah. As to who she is...that is a complete mystery to me. Perhaps... [She seems apprehensive] Now, you'll say I'm crazy, but what if...we requested another audience with the Sisters? It's the last thing they'd expect after all this, and we need to know if one of them wants me dead...or all of them.
"Forgive me if this sounds rude but... " Nol pauses, as he begins to swirl in his thoughts. "Won't we all be risking the same song and dance?"
"But then again, considering what little we know about their motives...ugh." Nol silently curses.
Looking at Lia, she's in no state to fight, but even if she were...shi*, do they have no choice but to risk it?
"Lia give me that switch of yours." He looks at Lia to which, he hands over his phone.
"This is gonna be so dumb but...hey this is already a dumb situation." He sighs, as Lia gives back his phone. "We'll take the route via chopper, and hopefully return with answers and not as ingredients for what fleshy ideas those guys have..." He was regretting it. The script was already done, now...well, it's up to them now if it'll stick.
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Kalia walks at the exit of the bunker. "Ah~ That expression of yours...I'm guessing that plan of yours went down the drain. I've gotta say, " she says, smilling at amatethia. "I would've like your style had it not been for your prey." A soft giggle can be heard from her.
"That and overriding my own spirit whispher with your own, you're becoming a far more interesting dance partner than Kharzal."
Sephynne: I am grateful for your assistance, Nol. We should go prepared. I will call Zerise and have her on standby. [She turns to Lia, kindly] You've been through quite the ordeal today, and you have my deepest thanks. I would be more than happy to offer you a place to lay low and rest when we head back to the capital. Do, um...AI prefer amenities of any kind?
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Amatheia: [Having spent much of this corporeal form's energy on making the bunker personnel murder each other, one can already see the rot spreading across Saveth's face, twisting her mouth into a horrible smile] This is a shame...I quite liked this skin, yet it looks like I'll have to find a new one soon. [She turns to Kalia] Don't worry, my dear. Losing this cover is a trifle. War will simply have to come later. [She spreads her arms] I will present the Karcist-Mother with simple terms - Kharzal is a traitorous w**** who has sold herself for foreign influence. She will be punished, and the Kannuian man will die. The pieces are in place for further escalation with Lorenial. Maura lies in ruins, and it will be simple to retake. And for my own pleasure, I will tear that disgusting android who profaned Mother's Temple apart piece by piece. The only thing I can't fathom... [A look of consternation as she tilts her head at Kalia] How did Sephynne live?? We had her in our grasp. I gutted her myself. I saw the helicopter crash. What do you know about this, dearest?
"Electrical sockets and a list of Angelan music." Lia says. She can't let this chance of a break to miss out on new songs she can add to her album.
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"Unfortunately, I'm only here to see my work come to fruition. As for how that happened, well..." Kalia gazes at Amatheia with a smug look. "Perhaps had you made different choices, I'd be answering that." In a blip, her figure disappears revealing it was only a hologram.
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"You were right wolfie, a tad too chaotic for my taste." A laugh comes from her companion.
"See told ya she wasn't team material, sides we already have Mr.Silent here to fill that spot." A quick grunt from said person replied.
"Anyways, where we headed next?"
"Well..we have a few system hours till the next script arrives, so why don't we visit that vault planet you were gushing about."
In a flash their ship jumped, leaving behind a world uncertain but now had a glimpse of what's to come.
[Several hours later, Sephynne ushers Lia into a modest two-story house in a residential district of New Adytum. As she opens the door, a shocked gasp and a crash of glass breaking can be heard - her husband, a tall, bespectacled man with a neatly trimmed beard, shakes himself out of his surprise and hurries past the broken remnants of the coffee mug he had dropped as he envelops Sephynne in a bear hug.]
Levren: By Ion is it good to see you alive.
Sephynne: [Kisses him, somewhat self conscious of the company] Lev, one of my Lorenial colleagues needs a place to stay while she recovers and we sort this out. She requires...electrical sockets, as well as your vinyl collection.
Levren: [He looks over at Lia - his gaze is warm, friendly, and almost innocently open. It's very clear this man would never survive as a politician] My vinyls? Well, of course! I hope you like '90s Angelan post-grunge... [He frowns and turns back to Sephynne] Wait. You aren't staying?
Sephynne: No, dear. There's still much to be done.
[A young girl peeks around the corner behind Levren, appearing somewhat in awe at all the strangers in her house.]
Mariya: Momma?
Sephynne: [Walks over and gives her a quick kiss on the forehead] Take care of yourself, Mari. You've gotta be the head of the house while I'm gone. Ion knows your father won't be up to it.
Levren: Haha...
Mariya: [Nods firmly, then fixes her curious gaze on Lia] She's...different.
Lia looks at Sephynne with a rather...concerned look. Not from Mariya's comment, no. Rather, her systems clicked as the situation presented to her. 'Guess I'm not gonna get rest.' She inwardly sigh, as she turns to Mariya, waving friendly at her.
Much as she wanted to ask, Nol can ask that. Right now, she needs to siphon some electricity.
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Meanwhile...as Nol was waiting for sephynne's return.
"Well fu**" he cursed as Lia gave him the question via communicator.
Sephynne: [Turning to Lia, concerned] What's wrong?
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[Ligeia's thoughts tickle the edge of Amatheia's mind. Forcing her annoyance to the forefront of her consciousness, she responds.]
Amatheia: What do you want, you little bug?
Ligeia: [Flashing images of a small room, incense filling the air, a small figure silhouetted against indigo bed curtains] The Karcist-Mother is curious. She is...interestedconcerneddisappointedworried...about you.
Amatheia: [Flinching slightly] She need not worry. I have everything under control. Let her know I will speak with her soon.
Ligeia: For your sake, I hope that's true.
[As Ligeia retreats from her mind, Amatheia shifts her attention to one of her dopplegangers...lurking in the shadows across the street from Nol.]
Lia looks at her with a tired yet almost bemused look. "Do you really wanna ask what you either...intentionally or unintentionally did?" She facepalms a bit, as she finally found a socket to charge her up.
"Well, either one..you indirectly just told us what 'can' the sisterhood do if they ever wished to push that far." She says raising her finger.
"And two, ughh...you do have the foresight that in the eyes of that fleshcrafter or the sisterhood...you led us into a very...probable scenario of them doing the first and also putting a large target with everyone close to u in a single house..like, I don't want to think you're manipulating us but, well.." she pauses.
"You've kinda forced me to rather enjoy listening to music, I now have to look after your family. " she summarizes, looking at Sepphyne not with malice, but slight annoyance at the sheer ridiculousness of her plan on giving her 'rest and layin low'.
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Nol in the meanwhile was facepalming at the scenario also, 'Well, we could've been at war or fighting Kalia...so, not the worst but...ughhh' he ranted in his thoughts.
He could only hope that they'd get a audience with the sisterhood before anything happens or atleasta guarantee that they aren't gonna get attacked.
'By the angels, I pity the future LDC personell that's gonna stay in this place.' Taking a deep breath, he orders a sweep of their vehicles. 'If I see a dam" IDE on our vehicles...so help me I am gonna strangle the director for this mission.' He jokes but, a part of him is being paranoid.
Anarqistan, Malaching, and The Worldwide Chaos Insurgency
Vitale’s smirk grows as he listens to Kharzal. A small dry laugh emerges from his lips. He looks around the room, before he looks back to Kharzal. He mutters a few unknown phrases in Italian, before he returns to speaking as he takes her hand and shakes it with his hand.
“I’ve dealt with many people like myself, if that’s good enough. Granted, I always knew more than them and took advantage of the weaknesses to their abilities. Most of the people who I have under my thumb don’t know my name, what I look like, or what I sound like. But most importantly, they don’t understand how it works.”
Vitale smirks as he confidently poses while leaning back, as King Crimson Requiem copies him. The eyes beneath the plague mask of the Stand glow a dark green, exuding an aura of menacing threat. Vitale thinks for a few moments while he stands back up and King Crimson Requiem slowly breathes. Its breath is rather unusual, but it sounds like someone breathing underneath water. Vitale then continues speaking as he realizes something crucial.
“Wait, hold on a moment. Is Sephynne dead? I have a feeling something is not as it seems. Something about this elaborate game says that there’s a piece missing, Kharzal. And that piece must still be moving. This has turned into what is no longer a game, but a matter of war. The black queen has not chanted her funeral march. Regardless…I do have a few ideas, as insane as they may be. Kharzal, do you have any idea who Amatheia has any contact with, specifically those within government influence? If I had the power to make doppelgängers to do my dirty work as my ability, I would doppelgänger people I know are internally power-hungry. It would help hide selfish motivation as it’s common for the power-hungry to want to appear like they’re content with their existence while describing so much more than they actually have.”
Lorenial, Albinistan, Tianh, and The state of karafuto
Kharzal: [Once again, she gazes in genuine admiration at King Crimson Requiem, pondering for a moment, before speaking] From what I've gathered, Amatheia attempted to murder Sephynne, after which she impersonated her Foreign Minister, Lorenne Saveth. She was almost successful in starting a war with Lorenial before it was revealed...Sephynne was not dead in the first place. I'm not sure how this happened - Amatheia enjoys the act of killing too much to not ensure Sephynne's death. There must be unknown factors at play here. [She pauses] I would like to know your ideas, Dear Vitale. As for who Amatheia is in contact with...that would be everyone, as required of her position as Mother's Mouth.
But if we look at who else would've been crucial for her plan to start an intersystem war...and who immediately agreed to mobilize forces on her behalf... [A smile of realization crosses her face] Defense Minister Mikolan Ondine. He rose through the ranks of the Political Police, more than once using his power to simply jail people he didn't like. It's said he was appointed to Sephynne's government only because he has so much dirt on everyone else. Someone who, in Amatheia's eyes, would be perfect. [Kharzal crosses over to the cabinets again, this time opening a lower drawer filled with seemingly unrelated paraphernalia. She shifts a few things, looking intently, before procuring a small badge and bringing it over to Sarakkha] An award from his days in the Political Police. Left it behind when he ran for Council. Probably a bad look in a popular election.
[Sarakkha takes several deep, shuddering sniffs at the badge, then turns her death mask towards the exit of Sone Tal Shrine, growling softly. Kharzal admiringly strokes her charge's back]
Excellent. [Turning to Vitale] Let's hear your ideas. I sure hope it involves hunting. Sarakkha is excited now...
Lorenial, Makai and Hell, and The united solarian soviets
Vitale smirks as he looks at Kharzal. Requiem appears behind Vitale again, with its disturbed breathing echoing throughout the room. A small whooshing sound can be heard as it walks around. While it does, Vitale continues with this new information.
“This Mikolan Ondine…he would perfect for someone with ulterior motives to copy. I would likely pick him as well. But we can never be too sure. For all we know, Amatheia could be using this as a red herring. Do we have any idea of his, well, let’s just say place of existence. This Ondine is an excellent example of why I have little desire to consider politicians as human beings. They’re sociopaths the masses choose because they have no will. But if Sephynne is alive…this complicates matters. I suppose she can extend her own life’s existence. I’m sure she’d appreciate the removal of this…blight. If need be, they will stand by Sarakkha.”
Vitale nods his head, affirming Ondine as a target. His smirk widens as King Crimson Requiem walks next to him. As Vitale turns to the left, he looks at his hair flowing. It shows him an image of a man in fear and cowering away. It continues with the man begging for his life in front of Sarakkha, until he starts falling apart. As he looks back towards Kharzal, he laughs dryly.
“Yes, it appears as if we might have found our…complication. A brutal one, at that. But yes, let us hunt this Ondine down.”
[Kharzal reaches for the cage enclosing her charge's death mask and flexes her fingers in a complicated motion - with a surprisingly fleshy clink, the lock disengages. The moment the cage clatters on the floor, Sarakkha bounds out the gates as though released from invisible shackles, shuddering sniffs as she locks onto the scent of their target. As Kharzal and Vitale follow along into the busy roads of New Adytum, a red mist seemingly envelops the trio - and bystanders that would probably otherwise be shocked at the anomalous sight pay them no attention. In fact, the three move unobstructed by the crush of humanity, cars, and assorted menagerie of city life, seeming to phase through solid objects as Sarakkha leads the way in a direct line towards what can only be assumed as their target.]
[A good hour of tracking later, the three are led to the foot of a massive, imposing brutalist structure, looming over the surrounding blocks like a leviathan. The coat of arms above the front gates denote it as the State Security Commission Headquarters, the Belyana Building. As Kharzal leans towards her, Sarakkha points her face upwards, seeming to gaze at one of the windows tens of stories above them. Kharzal waves her hand, and in a swirl of red mist the three appear in an ornately furnished conference room. Given that those assembled pay no heed to their sudden appearance, they are apparently still undetectable, wrapped as they are by Kharzal's shroud. They scan the faces gathered around the large table in the center of the room - at its head, in the prestigious uniform of the highest-ranking officers, sits Radelia Coridón, SSC Director-General, while to her left...their target, in a simple but handsome black politician's suit, Defense Minister Mikolan Ondine, currently in the middle of an impassioned monologue.]
Ondine: ...Sephynne being alive changes nothing. Lorenial and Maura remain threats to our national security. I strongly oppose this reckless withdrawal of our troops when we are so close to achieving regional stability with the pacification of the hostile Maurian government...
Kharzal: [Turning to Vitale] What do you think, friend? Should we make ourselves known now, or wait for this man, who clearly loves the sound of his own voice, to finish his diatribe and retreat to a more...private location?
Life decided to do its thing, but we back
"In the dark we were forged. The light turned its back on us. We shall do as we wish from now on." The insurgents knocked down the door of the warehouse. They stole the anomalous items and left.
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