Moira Skaldi
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@[member="Dashal Vance"]
It was at an ungodly late hour, yet Moira Skaldi, head of Military Intelligence in the Omega Protectorate, had found cause to be in her office, stark and sterile, though the neatly polished desk was by now overflowing with datapads and filmsi reports. The boss never slept, so the saying went, and she expected the same of her minions, to function as cogs in a well-oiled machine. The complex was located Underground far beneath the surface of Fondor, in fact it was a bunker, so not even moonlight fell into the room.
The Protectorate and the Republic were still reeling from the destruction of Rhommamool and Osarian. Ironic considering how tensions between both empires had been boiling over. For now at least they had a common tragedy that might bring them together, something to potentially unite them. Perhaps.
Two worlds vaporised, millions of innocent beings dead, undoubtedly not an accident, but the work of a third party. The question was to what end? To incite war between both nations, perhaps. If yes this might not be the end, but the start of a series of terror attacks. Residues of darkside energy discovered in particles...Sith sorcery. Moira had a few answers and theories. Not all had been revealed to her superiors. After all, knowledge was power.
No doubt many words could be used to describe the situation, but Moira had one term that in her eyes applied to it, namely 'intriguing'. She idly tapped a pen against her desk as flicked through the file on a very specific subject, an individual who would be of use to her. Whether he wanted or not. Willing would be more desirable, but it was not a necessity. Tracking him down and getting leads on him had not been easy, he was good, she had to give him that. Of course, otherwise she would not be investing her time in this.
Jericho, also called Ivan Bliminse. Undoubtedly both were aliases. But then Moira had many names as well.
A slicer sticking it to the powers that be by airing their dirty laundry across the holonet. There was a part of Moira, buried beneath steel, that could appreciate such daring. The part of her that could still be considered human, but then when she looked back it felt like she was trying to recall a dream and it only yielded blurry images and flashes. Since she was not the introspective sort she seldom bothered. She was accessing an S-stream through her computer to send a transmission, which was sent encoded by the encryption programme. She was certain that the decoding programme would only be available to this 'Jericho' or someone as good as him. Either would be useful to her - and utility was what counted to her.
Back in the day Moira had lived in the twilight world of terrorists, rebels, slicers and holo-criminals. It had come in handy for the operation on Contruum. She had been known as Ruby, the terrorist with a religious verse on her lips, and she still had her contacts. She entered a password to run the encryption programme, granting her entry into the messaging system, so she started her message.
Ruby is calling
The Colt shot open Devil's Gate
A city of marble and a wretched village were consumed by Lucifer's light
Yellow-Eyes has taken the Impala
But the Illuminated know
They seek the Ring
Who wishes to go down the rabbit hole and be illuminated?
Gandalf gave the mandate to spread truth
The Righteous must gather
Thus the message was transmitted and disappeared from the screen.
It was at an ungodly late hour, yet Moira Skaldi, head of Military Intelligence in the Omega Protectorate, had found cause to be in her office, stark and sterile, though the neatly polished desk was by now overflowing with datapads and filmsi reports. The boss never slept, so the saying went, and she expected the same of her minions, to function as cogs in a well-oiled machine. The complex was located Underground far beneath the surface of Fondor, in fact it was a bunker, so not even moonlight fell into the room.
The Protectorate and the Republic were still reeling from the destruction of Rhommamool and Osarian. Ironic considering how tensions between both empires had been boiling over. For now at least they had a common tragedy that might bring them together, something to potentially unite them. Perhaps.
Two worlds vaporised, millions of innocent beings dead, undoubtedly not an accident, but the work of a third party. The question was to what end? To incite war between both nations, perhaps. If yes this might not be the end, but the start of a series of terror attacks. Residues of darkside energy discovered in particles...Sith sorcery. Moira had a few answers and theories. Not all had been revealed to her superiors. After all, knowledge was power.
No doubt many words could be used to describe the situation, but Moira had one term that in her eyes applied to it, namely 'intriguing'. She idly tapped a pen against her desk as flicked through the file on a very specific subject, an individual who would be of use to her. Whether he wanted or not. Willing would be more desirable, but it was not a necessity. Tracking him down and getting leads on him had not been easy, he was good, she had to give him that. Of course, otherwise she would not be investing her time in this.
Jericho, also called Ivan Bliminse. Undoubtedly both were aliases. But then Moira had many names as well.
A slicer sticking it to the powers that be by airing their dirty laundry across the holonet. There was a part of Moira, buried beneath steel, that could appreciate such daring. The part of her that could still be considered human, but then when she looked back it felt like she was trying to recall a dream and it only yielded blurry images and flashes. Since she was not the introspective sort she seldom bothered. She was accessing an S-stream through her computer to send a transmission, which was sent encoded by the encryption programme. She was certain that the decoding programme would only be available to this 'Jericho' or someone as good as him. Either would be useful to her - and utility was what counted to her.
Back in the day Moira had lived in the twilight world of terrorists, rebels, slicers and holo-criminals. It had come in handy for the operation on Contruum. She had been known as Ruby, the terrorist with a religious verse on her lips, and she still had her contacts. She entered a password to run the encryption programme, granting her entry into the messaging system, so she started her message.
Ruby is calling
The Colt shot open Devil's Gate
A city of marble and a wretched village were consumed by Lucifer's light
Yellow-Eyes has taken the Impala
But the Illuminated know
They seek the Ring
Who wishes to go down the rabbit hole and be illuminated?
Gandalf gave the mandate to spread truth
The Righteous must gather
Thus the message was transmitted and disappeared from the screen.