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Post by Wolfram von Eschen on Aug 26, 2015 9:25:03 GMT
"Remember, my child," said Wolfram. "Volodja must be really down at moment, so I suggest careful approach when we are about to face him. He might get hurt even more if he is treated roughly. Words can cut sharper than a trench knife and although Volodja is a man with his flaws that doesn't mean that he has no feelings. Just a reminder not an instruction, but we must be really careful because our task is equal with disarming a mine. He called you simple and probably didn't meant it in a bad way but you still got hurt. And he also might get hurt when someone says something about him. I do call him an avanturist from time to time because of his crazy ideas, but only because it's is an avanture when he tries them out. Or idealistic fool, because he is an idealist, but he is definitely not a fool. Actually - have you noticed how rarely he uses any cussing words? I do wonder how he managed to lead a squad with his fancy talk and aristocratic looks? Soldiers tend to be tough and rough on their expressions as long as I remember the trench humour. He talks like a teacher in Sunday school and yet he served. It's mystery to me. I have to admit that your speech manner is quite....charming."
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on Aug 26, 2015 9:47:00 GMT
Meanwhile Volodja was escorted to a look point so he could observe the storm. And they weren't the only humanoids there. A man, looking like a chubby cherub was also there and scribbled something into his notebook. Hearing footsteps he rose his his head and looked at newcomers. "Really inspirational sight. Isn't it?" he asked. "Just what I need for my next book."
"You are a writer!" exclaimed Volodja.
"Really observant of you, buddy," sounded sarcastic reply. "Wait a minute...Captain Uljanov. You don't look a day older since the last time we met. What a small world!"
"Arnim! Still alive and healthy as ever, I see," said Volodja after a slight moment. It was his old squad mate Corporal Mueller-Stahl but what the heck he was doing in Canada?
"Almost. Minus one leg." And Arnim Mueller-Stahl stumped against the ground with his artificial leg. "Other one is back in Europe. Rest of me is functional as ever. I wish I could say the same about you. What's happened? Back then we always wondered where do you get all that energy but now you are burned out as a piece of coal."
"Excuse me," said volodja. "Let me introduce you. Miss Luuzuk K'Shaa. Mr. Arnim Mueller-Stahl, my old squad mate. There are things that even I can't bear, Arnim. Toady isn't exactly my happiest day."
"Damn it! Back there you were the one who kept our morals high. We all respected you because of that. Let me explain Miss...K'Shaa. He was the youngest member of our squad if we exclude our Colon. And at the same time he was oldest of us. Even our old Russian battle hounds called him unofficially "Cтарина" (the old man) and listened his every word. We even made a deal to watch our language and use polite expressions when he was around. And that last battle...we all decided to stay because he stayed, although we knew how it's going to end. But what are you doing here now?"
"I could ask you the same, Arnim. I needed a new playground and I became here. Somehow I got way too...recognizable. And you?"
"Another book presentation. We decided to expand and conquer the American market. Want to see? You should like it." Arnim pulled out a small book and passed it to Volodja. "Now when I finally found you, I think we should discuss..."
"I think that I after I have found you I should strangle you right here and right now for doing me this," said Volodja Uljanov calmly after reading the title. "It was you all the time...Before I strangle you let me ask you just one thing - Why?"
No wonder that Volodja forgot his depression for a second, because the damned book belonged to the damned series: "The life and opinions of Volodja Uljanov."
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Post by Vo Kshaa on Aug 26, 2015 10:27:28 GMT
Vo's eye widened as he watched his beloved woman fall into raw panic and fear, but once he realized it was more to a medical condition than to the emotional state, his survival instincts kicked in and he became focused on how to help her.
"Shirra, quick diagnostics", he commanded to his EGO, "Tell me what's going on with her and if she needs to be transported to the medical wing."
"It's a panic attack Vo", she replied, "We can handle it, but you need to calm down yourself and follow the steps I tell you."
Vo nodded and readied to listen to Shirra's instructions. He took Belle's hands and sent a message to her EGO, "Alfred, if she's too deep in her fear to listen, them make her hear me through your link. It's very important now." Then he raised her hands in front of her so that she could see them and said to her in a calm voice.
"Belle, you didn't fail me, you rescued me. So I'm here to help you now. Breath slowly and focus on your breath. There's enough air here for you to breath, I'm monitoring you constantly and I won't let you die. Just trust me, let your breath follow my voice and focus only on it. Slowly. In, out."
He raised her hands higher to signalize an inhale in sync with his words and then slowly lowered them to signalize an exhale. Then he kept talking slowly and calmly.
"In. Everything will be back to normal once you get your breath in rhythm.
Out. I'm watching. You're getting better already, you're doing great Belle, keep it up.
In. We'll take all the problems one at a time and solve them.
Out. One by one. We'll find Lady and bring her back. Then we'll find Volo and bring him back.
In. They are still alive, so there's still hope.
Out. I'm here to help you. Your friends are here to help you. We can handle it. But we need your help too.
In. Your heartbeat rate is almost back to normal. Now smile to me.
Out. Your smile and confidence is what keeps this team going. We can do it Belle, as you rescued me, as you rescued Erika's grandkids."
As the expression of fear on Belle's face gradually faded, giving in to a shy smile, Vo hugged the girl and whispered in her ear:
"Welcome back my love. You'll be okay. Just a panic attack, it happens sometimes. Too much stress, too many emotions. If you feel something like that again, concentrate on your breath and breathe slowly like you did now and it will go away. I'll always help you. If I'm not there, then I'm pretty sure Alfred is capable of doing it for you."
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Post by Atticus Batman on Aug 26, 2015 11:30:36 GMT
After I finally let go of Belle, I quickly regained my composure and excused myself as I had important matters to attend to as the Commander of the Fortress. I quickly left the roof heli-pad, then stopped by the infirmary to check on the twins, who were still asleep. I also checked on Frond, who was also sleeping and Marla who was coloring in a coloring book. Then I went to Lady's and my quarters. However I could not bring myself to enter them through any of the doors. So instead I entered my private armory, attached to the, and checked my pet lizard, Caraid's food there. She seemed to sense that something was bugging me as usual. So she came and rubbed against my leg. I patted her head, and as she was well fed, thanks to Lady feeding her before leaving, I gave Caraid one of her favorite treats. Then I left my armory.
As I did so, I got Sandy's EGO message: "Commander Atticus, I am SO sorry I have to break my promise to you so soon after making it, but Wolfram is going to Red Deer to hopefully retrieve Volodja - and I'm going with him. I know I'm probably setting myself for a fucking heartbreak again, but damn it I have to try! I know you think him a fool, but I love the damn fool - I mean Volodja - and if I don't at least try to give our love another chance - a love that was so good until he got jekking deluded with thoughts of a dream girl - then I'll always wonder what if! Again sir, I'm SO sorry to break my promise, but a girl's got to do what a girl's got to do! I'll get back as soon as I can, but I hope you find Lady before I do, because you two are so wonderful together, and you guys truly prove that the sum is greater than the parts, if you know what I mean! Um... bye and good luck!"
I responded back with, "Sandy I still can not believe I, of all people, am saying this but always follow your heart. If it means going to Red Deer to find my best man and best friend and favorite fool, then do so. Perhaps if I paid more attention to the one I love, then she wouldn't have left. So thanks for the sentiments and good luck to you as well. I do hope we bring Lady back soon. However you will probably have better luck bringing Volodja back. At least you know where he is, and he isn't jamming your signal and making it impossible to find him. I did mean it on the roof though. So hurry back because you are family as well and this is your home too, if you want it to be."
Next I went back to the War Room where I sat in the Command chair, MY Command chair, and lost myself in my work. I did do some of the routine command stuff. However I quickly started combing through any sensor or activity report of the bay area, and especially San Fransisco, that may help me find Lady Christiana. The love of my miserable and worthless life and the greatest person in the world.
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Post by Kaj Oenfer on Aug 26, 2015 11:43:28 GMT
After Kaj had talked to Di for some time, and assured her that he was starting to feel much better about himself, she agreed that he could go see Kara. So he walked to the door and used the chime and waited nervously for her to say he could enter. After he opened the door she greeted him with a hug and said that she had missed their meals together. He smiled and happily admitted he had as well. Then as she broke the hug, he shyly handed her the flowers. The smile on her face said volumes. As did the fact that she hugged him again. She even asked the giant of a man to lean forward some, and when he did, she gave him a quick and nervous but tender, and perhaps loving, kiss on the cheek.
Then they both blushed furiously at that action, as she got him to sit down beside her on her bed. Then she asked him to tell her all about where he was, all the while admiring how he looked in his VBI bodyguard outfit and complimenting him repeatedly on it. So he of course happily shared his mission with her. As well as admitting that he missed their meals and talks together and couldn't wait to be back, just to enjoy her company again.
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on Aug 26, 2015 12:09:43 GMT
"I think that I after I have found you I should strangle you right here and right now for doing me this," said Volodja Uljanov calmly after reading the title. "It was you all the time...Before I strangle you let me ask you just one thing - Why?"
"Not exactly because I am your fairy Godfather," grinned Arnim Mueller-Stahl. "But because I have a talent and I seized an opportunity to be your John Watson or Adso of Melk while you are Sherlock Holmes or William of Baskerville. You had a great literary potential as a hero. That's why I chose you. Volodja - you are an officer and a gentleman, a scholar and an adventurer. Denying that means denying your existence. And that will apply to your stories as well. I never bothered to create anything myself, but describe things happened with you. Believe me -what I have found is really interesting stuff.
People want adventures and I offer them that. Besides - my books always contain something didactic. Besides - you are normal human being and that's not a flaw at all - superheroes are usually created for their purpose. Created and that gives them superiority. But you are self made man from the top of your head to the tip of your toe. You are well taught and good looking, silver tongued and you are one of the people. You don't have any superpowers, except your wits and charm and knowledge. That makes you a perfect protagonist for my books. Everyone can imagine that they can be just like you. That nothing is impossible, when you try. That gives them hope that they might become someone too and don't need any super powers to accomplish something. You are not the first case - remember Pinkerton inspired novels for example. But if I ruined something for you, then I am sorry."
"Of course you did, because people expect that I am the exact man you described in your damn books. It becomes my public image and...Damn - it already came to my public image in some places and cost me my free agent's status. Besides - I never dare to return now. People will laugh at my face."
"Tell me once more that it's not you, Volodja. You have everything what's needed to be a fucking hero. I see that you even have a signature weapon now. How the people call you these days? Volo? You see - Volo! Indy! Simple but striking nickname. Even unconsciously you follow the pattern. By the way - do you have a girl? I could use some romance on my next book."
Suddenly Arnim Mueller-Stahl noticed that after his las remark Volodja became self absorbed and silent. Sadness returned to his brown eyes and Arnim Mueller-Stahl looked at him with compassion. "I see. Heart was always your weak spot. I am sorry that I mentioned that topic at all."
Volodja felt lower than a grass now. He wasn't just deserted, but he also felt soon to be publicly humiliated, because Volodja was a bit of an elitist and possibility of becoming a popular hero was another straw to his burden.
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Post by Sandy Bell on Aug 26, 2015 16:44:50 GMT
At the VBI VTOL plane, a short plump black woman in VBI coveralls met them at the aircraft's door, all grins and saying a jolly manner with a thick southern accent, "Hi there y'all! I'm your pilot for this flying adventure! The name's Candace Ash, but you can call me Candyass - everyone does, for many reasons we won't go into here!" Candyass guffawed loudly then continued, "Yes-sir-ree-bob, you must be Dr. Von Eschen and... I wasn't told I'd have another passenger, especially a pretty young thing like you! Just a distinguished older man, which by damn - oops, sorry have to say an extra prayer tonight for the good Lord to forgive me for that - which Dr. Von Eschen surely is! Don't no never mind, the more the merrier! I swear child, you sure you're eating right? There a box of fried chicken and a cooler of freshly iced beers in the back, so help yourself! Just consider it Southern hospitality!"
Candyass took a breath as she led them to their seats, so Sandy Bell took the opportunity to introduce herself to the friendly grey haired woman, "I'm Sandy Bell, but you can just call me Sandy. Pleased to meet you."
The plane was quite elegantly adorned inside despite it's rugged looks inside, and as Sandy and Wolfram made thenselves comfortable in the plush chairs, Candyass continued, "Well pleased to meet both of y'all too, and aren't you the polite one child! Most bodygusrds just stand there looking all tough and gruff and don't give old Candyass no mind at all. Not even the time of day!"
"No, I'm not..." Sandy began, but the gregarious Candyass didn't give her a chance to continue.
"Nope, not even the time of day! Nevermind that, you folks just make yourself all comfortable like! You must be mighty important for Mister Tyler to sent his personal airplane to come fetch y'all to Red Deer. Mighty important indeed! Well, I better get this crate in the air! Bit of a flight from the Bay Area to Red deer! If in y'all get tired, those bench seats over yonder turn into might comfy fold out beds! Might comfy indeed! Well there, pleasure chewing the fat with y'all, but best I go fly this thang! See y'all on the far side!"
Candyass hurried out of the cabin much faster than her squat body would seem capable of doing, then Sandy turned to Wolfram with wide blue eyes, "I'll follow your advice Doctor of course - you're the expert here but... do I really look like just a bodyguard? Maybe I better get a new outfit when we get to Red Deer - maybe a dress or something - Jesus, I haven't actually picked out and bought a dress in ages, as an EGO hologram I just imagined a nice one - will you help me Doctor, you probably know Volodja's tastes better than me? - oh, shit, I just thought, maybe it's my cussing that turned him off - I mean, I never did before the Pale Wars, cuss much I mean, but I kind of got into the habit to fit in with the guys of my squad, but I guess I could try harder to break the habit, if you think it might help me with Volodja - I mean I'm no Aristocrat or nothing, my family was just a typical American middle class family - Oh, crap, maybe that's the problem - I'm too American! Quick Doc, how do European woman act? Maybe that will make Volodja notice me! I could fake a french accent - maybe... no, Volodja hates fake anything... Maybe I should.."
Sandy let the sentence trail off and grimaced, refusing to cry, but turned her tan pretty face to him, a pleading look in her big blue eyes, and asked, "Doc, please, how can I make him love me as much as I love him?"
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Post by Wolfram von Eschen on Aug 26, 2015 16:55:37 GMT
"It's nice to meet you, Fräulein Candace," said Wolfram von Eschen and bowed to the friendly female pilot. "I know for sure now that our flight will be a really pleasant one with such a magnificent lady in charge."
When Candace returned to her duties, Wolfram settled in next tro Sandy and listened her nervous chatter and when she asked what she had to do to make Volodja to love her as much as she loved him, he pondered a bit and said in fatherly manner, because he really liked that soldier girl, who obviously wanted to be a girl more than a soldier now, because she wished to win back her special guy, Wolfram's friend and mentor Volodja Uljanov:
"Just be yourself, my child. I happen to be an aristocrat but I am cussing like an old sailor. I am a guy, of course, so he isn't mind. But you know very well that Volodja fell in love with you and needs to be reminded of that. No panicking. Just breathe deeply now. Inhale and think about something beautiful. Hold your breath and keep thinking. Now exhale - and keep your positive thoughts in that pretty head of yours. And keep going with that simple exercise. In slow pace, my child.
Remember - you are a really beautiful girl and you have your fair share smarts and charm. Don't ever think otherwise, because others tend to think about you in a way you representing yourself. And believe me - I had my self esteem issues, but with some help I managed to get over them. So will you if an old fart like I managed to do it. Just don't forget that you are very attractive girl and he is a man. A bit old fashioned man, but I believe that it's actually a good feature. But I am being subjective here because of my age. I would trust your taste about the clothes. You are obviously able to pick the right outfit if you want to. Have I told you that you do look like a model? Probably not, but you do. And keep in mind that it's better belong into the middle class than have no class at all. And you have class, my child."
Wolfram reached out his elegant hand and put it on Sandy's shoulder. "Everything is going to be...hard, my child, but we are fighters. At least you are, so I won't let you to give up as long as you won't let me do the same. I decided that I'd rather die than leave Volodja behind. And if it helps, then keep in mind that he is romantic, but if romantics are not not your forte then act naturally. Treat him a in manner you want to be treated. Actually it applies to other people as well. I have seen cases on my time who weren't exactly polite with me, but I had to be....Never mind that. We have to be patient with Volodja. He is hurt so it might take time to warm him up. Let us pray that love can melt his broken heart together again. And bring you two together again."
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Post by Belle Starr on Aug 26, 2015 18:27:49 GMT
Once Belle Starr's breathing became normal again, she smiled shyly at Vo and said, "I've never, ever, had a panic attack before! And I don't ever want one again! I felt like I was dying! Thanks Vo, I dont't think I could have gotten through it without you!"
Belle hugged Vo tightly, the kissed him passionately; however, before she could even lose herself in the kiss, her hailer beeped.
Belle tried to ignore it, but she knew she had several important calls out, so when it beeped a second time she broke the kiss and frowned, holding out one pale forefinger as if to say, "Give me a moment please," then answered the hailer as cheerfully as she could muster, "Belle Starr here!... Trevor, Hi! What's up?... You do! Splendid, please send them to the Fortress' War Room ASAP!... And Trevor, thanks again for everything!... Yeah, yeah, parting is such sweet sorrow and all that!"
Belle's frown grew bigger as she turned with big blue diamond eyes to Vo and said, "Duty calls - again! Seems that one of the satelites that VBI sent up just after the ark belt thinned out got a picture of Inquisition activity in the San Francisco Wasteland! It's focused on the activity now and sending it to the War Room, so I need to get up there right away! Sorry Vo, I promise a MUCH better reunion when I get back - minus the panic attack - or you can come with me if you like!"
Belle searched and found her clothes thrown haphazardly around the room and donned them quickly. She was afraid she would have to go without her lace trimmed panties, but she finally found them impossbly hidden under the bed. Once she was again dressed in her pink Castithan business suit, she forgo lipstick to rush to the War Room and Atticus Batman as he sat working in the Command chair.
As Belle entered the War Room, she hurriedly explained as she went to a console, flicked some switches and then directed everyone's attention to the room's overhead view screen. At first it just showed a view of the Bay Area from space, then focused on the grey San Francisco wasteland. It focused yet again to show an area near the northern coast, where red armored men busyed themselves about the entrance to an old EMC bunker, until two red Durangos drove up, and the men quickly lined up in single file in front of the second one. The men saluted then stood at attention as the driver of the second vehicle quickly exited so as to open the back passenger door.
A diminuitive and skinny Castithan young female Castithan stood up out of the vehicle, wearing a red cowboy hat and a black with red trimmed skin tight polimer armored suit. Even though her hair was dyed black and the picture was from above, nobody in the War Room doubted that the person was Lady Chrisianna. Lady nodded, then quickly moved into the bunker, followed by the other Inquisitors in her entourage, one with a very distinctive and ornate helm. It was clear to everyone in the room that Lady was not the prisoner of the Inquisitors around her, but in charge of them.
Belle tilted her blond head and her blue diamond eyes narrowed in thought, until they suddenly widened and she stood up straight as a rail, exclaiming in alarm, "Holy crap-on-a-stick, I recognize that place! That's where I fought Nim Shondu to the death! That's where the terra-form spire remains are located! What the heck is Lady doing there in Presidio Bunker?"
Just then, Belle's hailer went off again, and she answered, "Belle Starr here!... Law Keeper Cooper?... Eren's missing and Rosa is in a tizzy?... Indogenes are going missing from all over the Bay Area?... In broad daylight even?... Red armored men seen taking some of them?... Okay, I'll look into it right away! Please keep me informed! Belle out!"
Belle didn't even bother to wait for Cooper to end the call, before she turned to Atticus and asked, "What the heck is Lady up to?"
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Post by Luuzuk Kshaa on Aug 26, 2015 19:41:30 GMT
Pushing Volodja deeper into his sorrows were definitely not in Lu's plans so once she saw him going sad and silent, she stepped in to interfere. "Gentlemen", she said, "I've promised Volo to bring him to the best location to watch the fireworks and I really meant it. I don't mind if Mr. Mueller-Stahl joins us if he has a good shield. Because if not, he'll have to watch all the show through the windshield of my Nomad. For safety reasons obviously. Our ride has arrived finally, and we have about 30 miles to cover in less than an hour. So let's move." She hurried to her Hellblazer truck which had just arrived to the location Lu had pointed to Esthete, and switched the engine on, waving to two men to hurry up. Once they took their seats in the cabin, she hit the gas, driving her roller out of the City to the north and then to the west. Their goal was a group of hills north-west of Sylvan Lake. The Hellblazer climbed them without much effort and then Lu turned it around to face the eastern direction from where to storm was about to come. Then she turned the headlights off so only the Moon and stars were giving a dim light which barely allowed seeing the contours of the trees. "Okay gentlemen. As you may see it's a really nice view from here, but there's no cover around us. Our shelter is three miles and a half from here, some ruins of Keyera Energy buildings or whatever. The point is they had a nice and sturdy underground parking, which we're going to use. That means, once I command "Get in", you do exactly that. Every minute I had to spend pulling you inside would reduce our chance of survival in half. The shield of my roller can stand most of the rain, but if the wind from Rockies comes here before we get to our shelter, it will just raise us in the air and smash into the ground. Of course, I could call you a minute earlier, but that means one less minute to enjoy the best moment. The way I accept it as a part of the fun doesn't mean we should take unnecessary risk. I hope you both understand that. There's a backup plan. In case something really bad happens and it's too late to get to the shelter, then drop down both fuel tanks and let the thing roll downhill to the east. Once at the foot of the hill, hide under the roller. It's sturdy enough to shield us from the rain and the hill is sturdy enough to protect us from the wind. Now, once formalities are settled, you can come out and enjoy the view." She opened the driver's door of her Hellblazer and pulled herself onto the roller's roof. She sat on it, putting her feet on its hood and watched the night sky through the scope of her Mass Cannon. The Razor storm was closing in and soon there was no need to use any optics to see the hot chunks of crystal and metal shooting through the night sky and hitting the ground.  |
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on Aug 26, 2015 20:00:53 GMT
"Thank you, Lu. It really means a lot," said Volodja. "I think that Arnim stays into safety of the car. He just managed to avoid death by strangling so we won't be putting him to the line of fire any more. Especially with his leg. And as long as I remember he has been in different sticky situations too many times, but we don't have time for old war memories. Especially when he used lot of them in his damned books so everyone can read about them. No arguing, Arnim! I used to be your commanding officer, so... Agreed. That's better. And actually it's more comfortable to make notes there."
He really didn't wanted that his old comrade at arms had to risk with his life. Volodja settled himself by the car and was soon sunken into the sight of crystals and metal chunk, whirling through the air and smashing the ground. Sight was amazing indeed and made Volodja forget his worries when he spontaneously started to recite Jean Toomer's "Storm Ending" from 1922:
"Thunder blossoms gorgeously above our heads,
Great, hollow, bell-like flowers,
Rumbling in the wind,
Stretching clappers to strike our ears . . .
Full-lipped flowers
Bitten by the sun
Bleeding rain
Dripping rain like golden honey—
And the sweet earth flying from the thunder."
Even Sophie came out and standing in her holographic form by Volodja's side and watched the Razor storm until she was caught by the sight just like Volodja.
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Post by Taffer on Aug 26, 2015 22:32:45 GMT
After saying hello to Atticus, Taffer went to the canteen. He took the most usual pow steak, not really paying attention to the taste of the food but being more interested in some gossip on the recent events on the base. Given the rather unusual situation they were facing, he wanted to see it from as many sides as possible. It was rather difficult to distinguish the real part of it from imagined ones as people always tend to add their own opinion, make their own conclusions and then put them in as a fact. But the more people he met, the better detailed the picture was becoming. Those rather peaceful visits of Inquisition were interesting and so was how they treated Lady. They definitely considered her a leader or, alternatively, were trying to leave the impression that they did.
Once he was sure he had squeezed all the info he could from people he met in the canteen, he headed to the War Room to talk with whoever was in charge there. Unsurprisingly, he found Atticus and Belle there who were watching the footage from satellites they had just received.
"Indogenes missing and being captured?", he asked with surprise in his voice. "That's... unusual. Is Iri still here? We need to inform her now and probably guard her constantly. I think Haele needs to be guarded too as we don't know if Indogenes are sought for their race itself or mental abilities. Second, we have to contact people of Red Deer. Obviously, there area lot of Indogenes there. Next, I'm still not convinced that Lady is realy in charge. Inquisitors are traditionalists by their nature. Being ruled by a Castithan woman can be grudgingly agreed, but being ruled by a teenage girl married to an Irathient? Sounds more like a blasphemy to them. If we don't hear about a half of Inquisitors running off and forming a splinter group, it will mean for me that Lady is likely manipulated into thinking she's in charge for the reasons we don't know yet. I'm seriously thinking of sending a spy into their ranks. Either someone she trusts like Atticus. Or better, someone she doesn't know at all. Maybe Lu? Ah, Atticus, you might not know yet. We have found Vo's sister, Luuzuk Kshaa. A really nice girl and a skilled ark hunter. But then, the resemblance might play in a bad way this time unless we think of some good legend for her. Any other thoughts?
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Post by Belle Starr on Aug 27, 2015 3:45:16 GMT
"Yes, I have one!" Said Belle Starr as she tited her blond head and narrowed her blue diamond eyes studying the video of Lady Christianna as it replayed on a loop, "I'm the one who of all of us probably knows Lady the longest! I sponsored her for membership in the Team Evolution clan, and she was my protege as a cub reporter at FNC! I promised her father Bocar I would look after her when she joined our team, although I've done an awful job at that! So I think I owe it to her to just drive over yonder to Presidio Bunker and ask her what in the tarnation is going on! That's my plan - simple and easy to remember!" Belle stood up to her full height with her pale hands on her shapely hips and a toothy smile on her pretty freckled face, unconsciously striking a pose of confidence and calm that she really didn't feel as she waited for the other's responses.  |
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Post by Marcel Lestrange on Aug 27, 2015 4:58:45 GMT
"I like this straightforward approach," said Marcel Lestrange with a grin. "It's the perfect way...to mess things up. You can not send any of your familiar faces there. Lady might be a teenager, but she is not dumb and she figures out why Belle came. And if you wonder what I am doing here then...A man has every right to see his plane, he left at your care.And maybe I missed you terribly. By the way - we have few presents for you. Sneak thief - I believe you want your car back. One certain Dodge Challenger. And if you want to create a legend for....who she was? Luuzuk K'Shaa? Anyway - for creating a believable legend in cases like that, keep in mind that a half-truth is a deceptive statement that includes some element of truth. So legend must be believable, controllable and...how to put it? Merde! That English can be so complicated sometimes! Water proof. Legend must be water proof.
I might help you with that but as you already know - our services are not free. It is up to you that to do to convince us to dedicate our time to you. Maybe we even willing to offer another solutions than Luuzuk, but...You know the rest. You need a help of experienced intelligence specialists here. And since from now on Lena and I are the only ones in vicinity after Volodja left...I am in generous mood, because you made this heart happy with your decision to get rid of some unwanted burden, so I consider making a discount this time. No, no, my love. It has not to be a huge discount and..."
Marcel kissed Lena's white ear and used an opportunity to tell her that good doers might provide them with information which they could sell to Inquisition just like they are wiling tio sell any info about Lady to good doers. It is a win win situation - they can milk both sides if necessary. Or choose a side. Not permanently but temporarily.
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Post by Wolfram von Eschen on Aug 27, 2015 7:47:06 GMT
Wolfram von Eschen talked by himself now like he was telling a fairy tale: "Methodisch inkorrekt is to think that you are worthless. It's always better to think that you are the best and deserve the best. I know the guy who thinks that he is worthless of anything good although he has no logical reason to think that way. And we are going to convince him that things are not like that at all. He is a great man and deserves a great girl. And this great girl by my side deserves the great man and we are on our way to him right now. And these two love fools deserve to have a great future together, so they can write their own beautiful love story. Or at least someone should write about that. Love beyond the grave. And after all that thinking, I deserve a Schnapps. Where are those beers and that chicken Candace told us about?"  |
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