Fool Me Once

[Progflaw99]

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Outer Rim | Avalonia, Dosuun​

Number 12, Forselle Drive​

FOSB Headquarters | Office of Dante Calgar​

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Silence filled the entire floor, a gentle blue glow emanating from one of the offices on the upper floors of the building. It wasn't just any office, but the office of the Security Minister himself, Moff Calgar. This late in the evening it was unusual for anyone to be at their office, even more so the minister himself. The subtle clacking of keys broken up by the brief pause as his eyes traced across the screen. Less than two weeks ago Dante had nearly lost his life in an assassination attempt. So far any leads they'd tracked all lead to dead ends, literally. Chief Ennike had been involved in a complex plot to advance his career. He'd advanced all right - straight to the grave. In fact, one of the up and coming agents in the FOSB had been gravely injured in that operation. That send a quiet chuckle through the man behind the screens. Either the night was getting late or Dante was beginning to lose his mind. Perhaps a bit of both.

Where was he again? That's right, the reports. Dead ends. There wasn't anything else thus far that was going to lead towards his would be assassin - it had however brought some other interesting things to light. Things that could be very good for Moff Calgar. Nothing concrete, but he had begun to see a pattern in the information he'd had routed to his machine. It led to some interesting places. It was now that he was faced with a choice. He could pursue the data himself, he certainly had the resources - or - he could do something else entirely. A malevolent smirk creased the corners of Dante's lips. This was too good.

With a few simple keystrokes, the Security Minister activated a secured line to the Grand Moff's residence.

"Good Evening," he said. "This is Moff Calgar for the Grand Moff. It's urgent." A pause. "Yes I'm aware of the hour, I need to speak with her now." His voice might have been misleading, but it almost seemed calm. "Yes, I'll hold."

[member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="The Major"]​

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Outer Rim | Avalonia, Dosuun​

Number 10, Park Boulevard​

Official Residence of the Grand Moff | Bedroom of Natasi Fortan & Talbot Vitalis​

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There was a light rap at the door, but the occupants inside did not stir until the rap became an insistent knock.

Finally, the bare arm of Talbot Vitalis reached out, groping for the side table, where he found his communicator and clicked the screen on to show the time. It was not unusual that, when he and his wife shared a bed, the price for the pleasurable moments passed before sleep was often affairs of state disturbing the peace. So it had been tonight, apparently, but even then he couldn't find it in him to regret it. What he did regret --immediately -- was the choice to check the time on his datapad, and he winced away from the light, then half-turned to the serene figure of his wife and shut off the screen of the datapad again as he nudged her shoulder, then shook her gently until, with a note of protest -- as if it were not only inconvenient to be awake at this hour, but unnatural -- she finally emerged from the depths of her dream world, turning with a bewildered and groggy countenance. She half-sat, bracing herself up on her elbows, and lingered for a few blissful moments in twilight sleep as she listened for the wailing of the baby -- the usual source of her being awoken at this ungodly hour. But it wasn't George; it was Theodore Glass, her new principal private secretary following the promotion of Clémence Wallace to Foreign Minister.

"Come," Natasi called wearily. Talbot grumbled but was almost back to sleep by the time Theodore entered.

"Ma'am," he said apologetically. "It's Moff Calgar for you."

"What?" she asked, leaning over to click the light on. Theodore instantly averted his eyes as the Grand Moff became visibile, her silken nightgown leaving the typically reserved Galidraani woman's shoulders and large swaths of her chest bare as she reached for her antique silver wristwatch and examined it. "I thought Calgar was local this week. Has there been some kind of crisis?"

"No, ma'am," said Theodore. "The Moff is at Number 12 according to the call data. Shall I tell him -- ?"

"Trying to sleep," Talbot mumbled, and Natasi gave an irritable glance in his direction before throwing the covers off -- at this Theodore nearly fainted, flushing at the sight of the Grand Moff's knees before awkwardly turning away -- and went to her dressing table to retrieve her dressing gown, a cerulean and ivory kimono-type affair that she quickly cinched around her form.

"We'll let His Lordship get some rest," Natasi muttered to Theodore as she gestured towards the door. "I'll take it in my office. Get me some hot water, or I'll sound like I've been sleeping," she ordered as she shut the door. Theodore knew better than to ask what was wrong with sleeping during the small hours of the morning, and simply obeyed. Thirty seconds later Natasi was settled in her private study, finishing a cup of hot water which had the benefit of clearing the sleep from her throat and making her sound as polished and posh as ever. Thank goodness it was not a video conference, she mused as she glanced at her reflection in the nearby mirror, and picked up the encrypted communicator device from her desk, holding it to her ear.

"Moff Calgar," she said pleasantly, giving no suggestion that she might be irritated at being disturbed in the middle of the night. Rather, she did her best to sound solicitous. "How can I help?"

[member="Dante Calgar"] | [member="The Major"]​

 

[The Major]

Outer Rim | Avalonia, Dosuun
Number 12, Forselle Drive
FOSB Headquarters | Office of [member="Dante Calgar"]
| On the line with the Grand Moff, [member="Natasi Fortan"]

What was truly a miraculous phenomenon was the manner in which surviving an ordeal could strengthen ones resolve to undertake a great crusade. It was simple to multiply the effect if there were two such survivors of the same crucible -wounded but emboldened by the result. Now, if those two just so happened to work for the same organization that had a running problem with commitment and stability -now there was truly a beginning of a revolution, a tour de force; unstoppable, burning away chaff with the zeal of frothing clergy setting a sacrifice upon the altar of progress.

Before this month Minister Calgar would have only been aware of this particular operative’s existence through heavily classified reports and citations of stellar quality; perhaps this built more than a sufficient profile for his purposes. Now, they were fast becoming friends -at least as friendly as two very separate types of cogs in the vast machine of the growing First Order could be. Nearly dying could have that compounding effect. Being the targets of an internal coup to clear the way for nether knows what only furthered that twisted trust. After all, one does not arrange for themselves to be sniped and be sent to a hospital in critical condition, nor does one arrange for a explosive device to go off in their office and nearly vaporize them just for the kicks…

The Major entered this fortified office already linked to the call outgoing -her spectacles were wired up in such a manner to directly run a speaker into her ear for discretion. Unlike Calgar’s confident smirk her face was dominated by stern concentration as she focused on every word, every pause, every breath uttered by the Grand Moff. Answers could be gleaned from such close scrutiny -even over commlink. And in this the four-eyed Station Chief was a savant. Unlike those indulging in the creature comforts a lover’s embrace through the night Sybil had spent these witching hours at this facility working diligently in preparation for this moment, going over the possible scenarios that could take place as a result of this call and making preliminary preparations to capitalize on each. As for her own experiences in the past two weeks: who had the time to surmise? The Fallanassi underwent only the best treatments to quickly recover and get back to work. A frightful display at Ketal proved to be cathartic; another evening on Coruscant to visit a friend relented a budding depression; a quick trip back home to Almania had proven to give the needed spark to justify a new kind of persistence.

The Major settled in and sat on a chair on the opposite side of Dante’s desk, crossing a leg over the other with that effortless sense of style she was growing renown for. ​

 

[Progflaw99]

Outer Rim | Avalonia, Dosuun​

Number 12, Forselle Drive​

FOSB Headquarters | Office of Dante Calgar​

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Dante spent only a few minutes on hold, less than he had originally expected given the hour. Even as he waited he silently greeted [member="The Major"] with a raised eyebrow and a nod. He motioned towards the small carafe of caf on the edge of his desk, he certainly wasn't going to drink it all. Conveniently, a pair of small mugs rest beside it. He'd been about to say something when he heard a crackle at the other end of the line, the voice of Natasi Fortan easily identifiable. *A distinct lack of grogginess. She plays the part well.* Moff Calgar thought to himself. "Ah, good morning your excellency. I apologize for the late hour." A thinly veiled apology, Dante had no qualms with bothering the Grand Moff. *But it was the polite thing to say.* "I found something you'll want to see." he said decidedly. "In person." Dante let his words hang in the air for a moment, curious to see if she would demand an explanation or not. Giving her ample time to reply, he continued. "Mrs. Fortan, how familiar are you with your extended family?"

Again he held his tongue, waiting. Whether or not his theatrics would have the intended effect or not, he didn't know - either way he would have paid to see what could be possibly running through the Grand Moff's mind at the moment. He spoke again. "Victory and Memorial Park, Northwest Quarter. The Omega Memorial. Twenty minutes. Come alone. I can't say more over comm." Rather abruptly, Dante terminated the call, settling the comm back into its dock. Eyes tracing to where [member="The Major"] sat, his eyes narrowed. "So here we are.." he trailed off. "Fancy a jaunt?" Pushing himself backwards from his desk, he motioned towards a stack of printouts, a plain manila folder chocked with logs and an FOSB profile of none other than the Grand Moff's Aunt rest within.

*[member="Fiolette Yvarro"]. Former Grand Admiral, and producer of First Order vessels across the board. Former. What a tangled web we weave.* Dante had already read the pertinent data, correlated and connected the dots for the Grand Moff, but much of the source documentation had been printed out as well. As usual, this wasn't the only copy. Both digital and physical compilations of the information had been put together and safeguarded. Not strictly within the rules and regulations, then again, when was the last time Dante had played by the rules? He hadn't become Moff in a day by merit alone. Dante rose to his feet, stepping out from behind the desk and began to don his overcoat, first strapping on his sidearm in an under the shoulder holster. He didn't go anywhere unarmed anymore, not after the attempt on his life. "You ready?" he said to the other in the room. He'd needed to bring someone in on this with him, and it was only appropriate the two survivors continued to do just that - survive.

[member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="The Major"]​

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Natasi looked at Theodore, eyebrows rising in curiosity as Calgar spoke to her. After a moment, Natasi wordlessly pointed at the door, and Theodore left. "I assume from your tone you are referring to [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] -- just about the only extended family I have, or her three daughters, but since they are young and still in some form of education or another, I can only assume you are referring to the former Admiral." The Grand Moff inclined her head and stretched her neck, first this way, then that. "Somehow, it always comes back to that woman," she murmured into handset.

She did not care for [member="Dante Calgar"]'s level of familiarity, nor was she fond of being barked orders at and then disconnected, but here she was. How lovely it would be to fire Calgar, to string him up next to all the other troublemakers in the Order, and go back to bed. Instead, she suppressed a sigh and went to her dressing room, pulling on a pair of black riding pants, a camisole and a black riding jacket. She tucked a small holdout blaster into the waistband of her pants, tugging her jacket down to cover it, and set out.

One concession she was unable to make to the Security Minister was to come alone; her security detail didn't answer to her, so she could not dismiss them. A pair of the Horsemen -- as she called them -- flanked her as she left Number 10 and crossed the empty street to the entrance of the park. She strolled along the main walkway, her riding boots clicking regularly along the pavement as she made her way. She passed Founders Corner, the intersection of the two main thoroughfares. Passing her own gravestone always made her feel uneasy; her pace quickened and she found a bench in front of the Omega Memorial. Her guards did a sweep of the area and then retreated to a respectful distance.

She sat upright, crossed her legs and waited, canting her head up to study the stars. Without the lights of the city burning, the heavens were on spectacular display. If not for the impending sense of bad news coming, it could have been quite beautiful.

[member="Dante Calgar"] | [member="The Major"]​

 

[The Major]

First Order Capital
Dosuun
A Night Stroll

To the front they went —ashen souls setting out to wage a new kind of war beneath the twinkling firmament. It was a breathtaking night, the kind where a tantalizing freshness touched Victory Park in robust fashion. A typical person indulging in the night might be invigorated by the faint scents of fauna as the first dew drops just barely formed their most meager tracing upon the verdant leaves. It wasn't hyperbole to claim this hour to be the epitome of calm; more than wonderful stars brightly smirked memories and there was no further recourse than to embrace this phase of romanticism. She could care less.

Instead, the woman accompanying a rather giddy Security Minister reviewed the recent call on playback. A heads up display in her spectacles monitored the various sound waves picked up in scales that resembled music production. Any act was just that, a front. Playing it so coolly was in a sense its own tell. This Fallanassi didn't expect someone with the required amorality and intelligence to reach the position of Grand Moff without being an absolute expert on how to condition their responses. Most impressive was the annoyed timber of arrogance postulated by Moff Fortan. Why, it wasn't a stretch to believe the most politically powerful woman currently in the First Order saw this all as an insufferable inconvenience. More dealing with and crushing bugs, as it were. Dante possibly represented a more persistent yet rather large waterbug with a few tricks and wings. And what of the Major’s own in this game: that of a speck, or dust —less than a nigh invisible mote twisting in the breeze of fate. Here it went; thus it goes. One massive advantage of this perspective was that one could scrutinize any encounter with more ruthless precision.

They walked in silence and entered the rendezvous point, the pair rife with a sticky, shadow like quality that gave them a ponderous, creeping vibe further magnified by the overcoats they approached in. Minister [member="Dante Calgar"] would have of course kept a blaster at the ready. As for the Major herself, it was rumored that she once materialized a razor out from her collar and threatened a subordinate with a fresh smile during the recent purge —needless to say her alleged lethality was engaged in perpetuity. She did carry a slug-throwing revolver slung low upon her hip like a wayward smuggler as was usual, and a pink parasol was currently being used as cane as they approached. One could probably guess she did not anticipate sunshine at this ungodly hour…

This was the first time she had personally laid eyes upon [member="Natasi Fortan"] despite the time working for the order. The night shrouded the Grand Moff’s features just enough to make her look more youthful and beautiful than betrayed by the holovids or propaganda posters. She appeared to be dressed smartly -fitting and after imperial fashion. It occurred to the Major as her shadow slicked blue eyes darted about the street if this were a year ago how excited this moment would have her. To think, a simple spy fortunate enough to make the acquaintance of the woman seated just ahead. She might even shake in jittering nervousness, and could imagine any number of young women growing up with the Moff as a form of hero. And now? After everything? There wasn’t a single vein of inspiration to draw from.

The operation required her presence, and so here she was.

Those glasses on her face began to glow in a hazy red -obscuring where exactly her eyes peered until. On Sybil’s own end, thermal imaging highlighted the two horsemen standing at the ready to assist their charge as part of standard security policy. Positioning herself to face them should something go awry, she frowned and awaited the proceedings to continue.

 

[Progflaw99]

Outer Rim | Avalonia, Dosuun​

Victory & Memorial Park | Omega Memorial​

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Moff Calgar's footsteps were made with purpose, his strides wide and fast. Even so, the Grand Moff had arrived before Dante and "The Major" had. It was a cool night, though not as cold as it had been, the glistening sheen of dew reflecting the dim lights of the park. Perhaps the strangest part of it all was the silence that seemed to permeate the entire park. Even during the wee hours business as usual carried on throughout Avalonia. High tech sound dampeners had been installed across the memorial, creating a serene and calm atmosphere in this part of the park. As he heard his footsteps echo against the bricks, Dante's eyes scanned his surroundings. When he'd told the Grand Moff to come alone, it had been a figure of speech. As usual her entourage of security followed, he hadn't expected anything less. Dante noted the soft footfalls of the woman in his wake come to a halt as they grew closer, prompting him to half turn. Eyes meeting the woman's he squinted briefly. "Come with me, I want you to hear all of this." With a nod of his head, he turned towards where the Grand Moff was seated at a bench.

Stopping crisply just before her, Dante's gaze bored into the woman. "Your excellency." A feigned nod of reverence in her direction. "If you'll walk with me. Much harder to pick up on our conversation. I hope you don't mind, my associate will be joining us." A gesture, Dante's hand extended, offered to Natasi. "Shall we?" With an almost machine-like efficiency he stepped off towards the stairs leading up to the memorial itself, and as the Grand Moff stepped with him the folder containing the details of the Grand Moff's relation found itself pressed against her side. "You'll find the relevant information in here. I've done you the courtesy of summarizing it, the full report is included in the rear." As they reached the first landing, he paused, turning to the woman. "How close are you two?" he said, referring to the woman detailed in the dossier.

[member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="The Major"]​

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Natasi stood and looked over at [member="The Major"] briefly, her eyebrows furrowing. "Will she, now?" she asked glacially, turning her gaze back to [member="Dante Calgar"]. She didn't like this, unaccustomed as she was to giving orders rather than receiving them. She felt hemmed in by Calgar's gruff dictation of what would be, and she liked it not one bit. The trend continued when he started off towards the memorial without so much as waiting to hear whether she would agree. She gritted her teeth and matched his pace, taking the dossier as he handed it off to her.

"I'm sure it makes for very interesting reading," Natasi said dryly as she took it and tucked it and opened it, began reading as they mounted the stairs. Once again she found herself caught off guard when he stopped at the top of the first jaunt of steps and rounded on her. She stopped in midstep and turned. "Excuse me?" she asked, incredulous at his tone. The jumped-up little snot -- the nerve -- and to speak to her like this in front of a subordinate. At least Natasi perceived The Major to be a subordinate of Calgar's -- she sure as hell was subordinate to Natasi. "I'm not fond of your tone of voice and manner, Minister Calgar," Natasi seethed. "We are not close; she was estranged from my family before I was born and only comparatively recently got in touch -- about five years ago. That is, if she is who she says she is, which isn't exactly clear to me. She always struck me as something of an impostor. Galidraani women don't behave that way," she declared imperiously.

"I find her repulsive, as a person, as a mother, and as a naval officer. Why she was promoted -- in some addle-minded attempt to curry favor with me, perhaps -- is beyond me. It was never encouraged by myself or my office. I've always viewed her as very much at or beyond arm's length. Now -- do you care to tell me why you dragged me out of my house in the middle of the night, or are you just showing off for a friend?" Her chin tilted slightly towards the Major then, though her eyes remained locked with Calgar's, shards of hard, cold topaz in the cool night air.

 

[Progflaw99]

Outer Rim | Avalonia, Dosuun​

Victory & Memorial Park | Omega Memorial​

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The Grand Moff's momentary lapse of cool demeanor caused the Minister to crack his own facade, a smirk fluttering at the edge of his lips. *And there we are. Perhaps not so far from the edge afterall.* he thought. While she talked, his eyes turned again towards the park, silently admiring the calm and quiet of the place. If there wasn't already a strange feeling of being watched, the gentle rustle of a bush and the flutter of breeze amplified it tenfold. He continued to do so as the woman spoke to her knowledge of her kin, as Natasi's tone change however, his features were drawn tight, a scowl forming as he turned to meet her chilling gaze with one of his own.

"I expected more of you Ms. Fortan." the calm tones of his voice only adding to the evening chill. "I assume you're familiar with Primo Victorian - the First Order has several high level contracts with the company owned and operated by your kin. Whether or not you're close is irrelevant to the matter. A line of blood connects the two of you." Taking a moment, Dante's hands moved to the partially open binder, tracing along one of the pages. "Do you really need me to spell this out for you? It's a liability."

"Intelligence reports note several sealed data files collected from within their database. We were able to crack them, I think you'll find the data we've uncovered particularly interesting." Pointing once more, Dante's finger fell upon the page, one detailing a handful of exterior contract drafts. "It appears your relative Fiolette has been busy. Busy drafting design and construction contracts with the enemy." As the words rolled off his tongue, a sinister smirk fell upon his face, gaze threatening to meet with absolute zero. "I don't have to explain why this might be a problem for you, do I?" Dante didn't give the woman time to reply before he continued. "I can take care of this little problem for you, don't you worry about that - but it won't be free." Cautiously folding his hands in front of himself, the Security Minister waited, allowing the information to sink in, the Grand Moff time to review the data in her hands. He'd played his hand, all that was left was to see if the Grand Moff could match it.

[member="The Major"] | [member="Natasi Fortan"]​

 

[Natasi Fortan]

"I could give a damn what you expected," Natasi returned; she grew tired of the film noir quality of the evening. The Grand Moff drew a silver cigarette case out of her jacket pocket and lit up, taking a long drag from it and allowing it to perch between her lips as she studied the dossier that [member="Dante Calgar"] had given her. What he was trying to convince her of was not clear; she was, after all, one of the first people to ring the alarm on her deluded old aunt. But all became clear when the blackmail came about.

Natasi closed the folder and tucked it under her arm, turning slightly to square up with her Minister of Security. She stared at him as she took another drag from her cigarette, then tapped the edge to shake loose the edge. "If you anticipate that I will participate in this little blackmail scheme of yours, you have lost the plot. If you brought your lackey here so you'd have an audience in front of which you thought you could embarrass me into submission, you have miscalculated." The Grand Moff exhaled smoke through her nostrils, then inhaled deeply, drawing herself up to her full height.

"You're going to handle this, all right, but not for my sake. I am above suspicion, and I know that I have done nothing for which I can be legitimately criticized. I suspect the same is not true for everyone here." Her eyes cut to one side, touching on [member="The Major"] before returning to Calgar. "This is a matter of national security and I expect your office to take care of it as you would any other. And if you choose to persist in this manner, I will sack you and everyone will know why. Then you can plead your case to the Supreme Leader. Perhaps he will see some way to excuse your willingness -- some might say eagerness -- to play Sabacc with his government. Somehow I rather doubt it."

She took one last drag from the cigarette and then began walking away, back towards Number 10, then stopped and half-turned back. Her cigarette was a tiny point of light between the index and middle fingers she used to jab at Calgar. "One last thing. You can let Graush and Horne, Temple and Eriksen, Calinda and Endo know that hunting season on Natasi Fortan is over." Natasi flicked her cigarette away and strolled off.

[member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Kilian Horne"] | [member="The Major"] | [member="Dante Calgar"]​

 

[The Major]

Something in the air pieced the Major’s stoic demeanor as biting commentary exchanged from two parties far too hot-headed to not make a little presentation of the evening. More than once she noted the cracking slap of the Grand Moff's glance being cast like an expert shot. Clearly, the most powerful woman within the First Order was not going to be trifled with on anything less than her own terms; clearly, the machinations of the Security Minister were little more than the pluckings of an eager pup with new teeth. It was almost enough to cause the Fallanassi to reconsider a great number of things: perhaps her confidence in the Bureau was misplaced, or maybe the government itself was too concerned with appearances to effect the much needed push that could not only save them but secure them against the petty squabbles of the future. Some more disturbing prospects were also on the table. The four-eyed freak also briefly considered exactly how many times she could stab the trench knife secured in her sleeve into the Moff’s neck before anyone could clear leather. In fact, she could probably jump upon them both like a demon, drawing on the Minister with one hand while tearing the other into pieces. While the odds were, more or less, 50-50 for and against considering the guards doing their jobs nearby, such dramatics would produce nothing but a great deal of fultily -and clear the way for more power hungry creeps to jump into the fray regardless of who was left standing.

It was wasteful, and more importantly, if things continued this way there was a chance that another incident like Bloody Primeday could repeat as more and more tested their gambles against a government ripe for internal struggles. Why not hedge? Frankly, after being shot and having her friendships fall apart thanks to the manipulations of some unseen traitor within their midst, Sybil was afraid of being hurt like that again. Afraid enough to attempt the impossible.

“Your excellency,” Urged the woman, aware of how pathetic it was that she had to shake her redheaded topped shock of a face away from the curling smoke of Natasi’s cigarette. Smoking wasn’t a habit she was accustomed to dealing with often. “Beg pardon: but the term ‘price’ can be easily misconstrued, especially when used in the dark of the night. However, it’s not your money or obedience we seek -how can we even hope to extort such from someone of your status, your experience, your breeding- but what we do need is your cooperation.”

The Major kept pace with the shorter woman’s stride, expecting to be cut off, hushed, or otherwise slighted like the cur she truly was.

“Something sinister is churning about us all, and someone is seeking to gain from our dissonance. Think about it: chief agents within the Bureau have been attacked. I myself was nearly killed: shot right through the spine barely a week ago. Bizarre shifts are happening within the governing body as well. And all the while Supreme Leader lifts no finger to help. Why would he? Competition is in best interest of the Order.

“Compared to you, we are insects; yet you too are quickly overturned by those more organized and arrayed against you. We are in a bitter war right now, after all. I need not remind you that all your efforts for peace keeping and diplomacy have been completely ignored by the army and navy. Your noble efforts were tossed aside in but a moment. . .” The brooding woman snapped a thumb and finger for emphasis. The Major, mysterious as always, allowed concern to fill her tone, because it truly was cause for worry.

“And now a distant relative of yours is conspiring with our enemies? It doesn’t look well, Ma’am. Something seeks to discredit you. Information and incriminating evidence can be produced quickly these days. It doesn’t even need be true; it just has to convince the right person to look away.

“Help us. Let us form a bloc. Together, we can watch more angles of attack. Cooperate with us so that we may more effectively serve the state, and you. . .” Her speech ended with just the right hint of a plea; her expression was indeterminable behind those thick spectacles she seemed so fond of. After all, any actress worth her salt could call upon desperation to attempt to persuade another to their cause. In some cases, when desperate enough, they may even utilize the truth.

[member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Dante Calgar"]​