Fort Lannistar, 2322 local time
Nadia's mind was all over the place. At first she had thought someone had simply broken into Arda's own system on behalf of the attackers, but when it became clear that Dominion audiences saw it as the same time they had, the scope and execution of the attack pointed more and more to foreign complicity or worse. She knew she'd have to leave for Daturias soon enough, but had to make a move or two before she did.
As troubled as she was, Nadia only allows herself a moment to worry. She heaves a sigh, sets her hair and grabs her datapad off the desk. Briskly she exits the room, where longtime assistant Eli Stavinger awaits in the oddly quiet hallway. In the chaos of everything, Stavinger was a welcome sight to the taxed Angsiyii; Stavinger men had carried Roark banners into battle against Morgoth when he first arrived--Nadia knew she could trust him and that was always a comfort.
"How long, now, my Queen?" Stavinger asks.
The golden haired woman checks a timer she had set when the first shots rang out. "Seventy-five minutes," she announces as they start walking down the hall.
"Comms says they are still experiencing some trouble, but some vital functions have returned. James will call the Marshals soon I am sure. Enough have checked in that we know he likely has a quorum in the capital. Have you spoken to the King1 again?"
"Not yet, I should leave now, I only had time to call the Imperatrice back, since as it happens it's worse than we thought--astonishing as it sounds," Nadia answers. "Apparently whatever hit our system hit theirs too. I didn't want to say much about it, but I had to once it was clear the broadcast was as widespread there as it was here."
Eli raises an eyebrow but stays silent as he follows. "I'll get a message off to Konrad once we're in the air, if I'm able," the woman continues. "In the meantime I need you to contact the foreign ministry and inform them of this development: I need them to start drafting some boilerplate replies for anyone who might contact us asking about this footage." She pulls a stylus from her inside jacket pocket and starts jotting something down on her data pad--the rough wording for how she wanted the statement to read. "Don't say anything too specific, obviously; only that we're aware of the incident too and have experienced a similar compromise. Try to weasel details out of them without giving up any of ours."
"I'll go back to the comm office so we can leave a hard copy of this here," Eli suggests as Nadia's writing begins to fill in on his screen. "I'll meet you in the hangar after I drop these off. Any other orders?"
"Empower the court to bolster the Daturias guard and tell them to commission a panel to manage the extent and output of our data sharing. I have a few names, I'll write you them soon. Leave those at the comms office too."
"Of course, my Queen," Eli responds simply.
"Thank you, Eli," offers Nadia as she turns and makes her way towards Naiya's quarters, eager to get out and back to the capital. "I'll see you soon."
Principessa Naiya Stefania D'Aquistois the daughter and heir of Nathicana D'Aquisto, first Imperatrice and Dread Lady of the Dominion.
With a quick backwards glance to Kane, Naiya follows the Ardan leader into the hallway, her focus on the woman's back as they walk with purpose towards the shuttle. The timing of all this couldn't be worse. How this would affect her being allowed to view the stone, she couldn't guess, but any threat to stability or chaos introduced as this had been, was sure to put Konrad and Nadia even further off from allowing anyone else access. What her own mother was intending on doing on account, she felt secure enough for now ... so long as her own safety remained a non-issue. And so long as access, as Nadia suggested, was not denied.
What she cannot shake in all her musings is that nagging sense of wrongness that had persisted for some time now. Today's events had only accentuated it, given it a result she could point to as evidence of inherent danger. This was the tip of the iceberg, she was sure. But as to the source, she had no solid proof, other than a well-organized cell of dissension. Given the complexity of Ardan politics, the longstanding history between the various houses, her own current involvement and the rumors and opinions swirling around that, there were any number of reasonable explanations.
Something about it still doesn't sit right with her, in spite of the logic behind the reasoning. Two things she feels she knows - she needs to see her father, who might have more insight, and if nothing else, would be a source of support. And she needs to use the Master Stone. The drive was, at this point, nearly a constant itch at the back of her mind that simply would not go away. It started with a knowledge that it needed to be done, somehow. It had then grown into a need.
The Angsiyii - Nadia, she reminds herself - does not seem to be amenable to conversation in her determined walk towards the hangar. Once there, Naiya waits patiently as Nadia relays her orders to the aircrew, and instructs her various aides to stay behind. Once on board, she finally lets herself ask:
"Nadia," she begins quietly. "Edward - he wasn't injured, was he? And the others. Could I ask what the damages were today? Did they apprehend the shooters?"
"He's fine, sweetie," Nadia affirms softly with a tired smile. "Some scrapes, a broken finger, and a bloody lip but he's probably back to normal by now. The shooters..." she trails off for a moment and heaves a sigh. "We're still getting to the bottom of it, naturally. It's looking like the assault was carried out by fifty or sixty men, so you probably didn't see all of the fighting. As far as I know at least a dozen Xinguese were killed in the attack and there are reports that a similar number shot themselves rather than face capture once the MI moved in.
"As for us, they killed five in the shooting itself and another three during the ensuing gun battle. We sent about a dozen to the hospital, but only a few with serious injuries."
"Good, good," Naiya replies, though her brow is creased with concern. Less than she'd hoped, yet still too many, really. She looks Nadia over more closely, hoping for once to get a decent read on the woman. "And you - you're okay?"
"I'll be fine," Nadia insists as she begins to administer her various connections. Holographic menus come to life in front of her and she begins to navigate them. "A little rattled, but I've seen worse. I'm just glad you got out alright, we didn't know where you were for a few minutes."
"Your Vzj'Nakai know their business," Naiya replies simply, choosing to leave it at that for now, though she does find herself reflecting back on some of those hectic moments when it had seemed things were going to end very badly. And the rather amazing performance of the man who had, in the end, gotten her out. Her eyes slid briefly in Kane's direction, and she offers him a brief nod of thanks before turning her attention back on Nadia.
"Does my father know?" she asks quietly, deciding to approach carefully along the most reasonable lines. "I'd like to see him if I can, as soon as possible. If you'll be sending me home, I at least want to see him before I'm hurried off."
The Ardan monarch hesitates. She had been typing something, but stops when Naiya mentions her father. "You know, I don't know whether he's been formally notified or not," she starts. "I'm reasonably familiar with his living habits and he doesn't watch much TV." If he was at his estate at the time of the attack it's possible the broadcast didn't reach him, but I think by now he would probably have heard something. He has many friends, particularly among the gentry and minor nobility.
Gradually Nadia begins to weigh the merits of keeping Naiya in Arda for now, both for the Principessa's purposes and her own, and her gaze swings to the younger woman. "How much time do you want with him?"
"As much as you can grant me, really. Unlike my mother, I don't believe I'm in as much danger as she seems to think - not that whoever was behind the attack has somewhat tipped their hand at least. Its easier to be on guard when you know someone has a gun at your back, rather than just suspecting it could be there," Naiya begins slowly, still trying--and failing--to get a proper read on the other woman. "I don't know if you got my message before all of this, but I can't just dismiss it as a coincidence myself. It could just be part of my discomfort at other matters, I suppose. But something is wrong, here Nadia. And I think he might be able to help with some insight."
It takes a few moments for Nadia to formulate a reply; long enough for Kane to look over towards the Principessa with a raised eyebrow. Naiya's eyes narrow slightly as the moments pass, her suspicions mounting. She shrugs slightly at Kane, her mind racing as she tries to anticipate the woman's response.
Nadia doesn't look up at first, but she speaks loudly and evenly. "I can't justify keeping you here on Alkanphel's behalf." She looks up and shrugs. "He's not a member of our government, or our own line of succession. He is popular, but I can't keep a foreign heir in my country against the wishes of her mother because a man is popular. If it's Nathi's royal prerogative that demands your exit from Arda, it can only be mine that keeps you here.
She minimizes the window in which she had been previously working and punches up another one. A few more gestures and keystrokes take her where she wants to be. "I'm promoting you to Major and attaching you to the royal household as an assistant chamberlain," she announces, typing furiously. "I need a game changer, and a big one. As far as your mother is concerned, right now I'm reading rumors that you're pregnant with my grandchild, rumors that I'm going to need you to run with for a few days if I have a shot at making this work.
Naiya blinks, her response immediate. "Wait, what? No, no, no, no, no, no. No, Nadia - that is simply not going to work. Have you any idea of the potential consequences? I'm likely entangled enough as is for anyone's comfort. But I have my own nation to run here in the near future, and a bastard child is simply not in the cards, rumored or otherwise. If I'm going to stay here for any reason, it will be mine, and I will deal with my mother and her having to wait. I've my own rights, I'm of age, and I can make her understand some of what is at stake for me here."
Her words are rapid and punctuated with her inherited fire, and exaggerated gestures. At one point she rises from her seat and begins a short pace before cutting herself short, and turning back to face Nadia, her own expression determined, and no less defiant.
"Enough with the games, Nadia. I want to see my father. And I would like you to grant the opportunity that was promised those months before. I believe I've earned it, and I cannot shake the feeling that the longer we wait, and dance around the matter of whether or not I'm worthy enough to view the Master Stone, the worse whatever is brewing could potentially be. I can't explain it. I simply know I've been growing constantly less at ease as time has passed, and the need to follow through has only gotten worse. If you cannot do this, you may as well send me home now, and damn the consequences."
"Naiya, think," the blonde woman exhorts. She squares herself to Naiya and looks her firmly in the eye. "Your goals and desires in Arda are not your mother's. A visit with your father and a session with the master stone are not on her agenda, and we'll need a few days to make it work. I understand where you're coming from but you have to remember that we're still doing you an incredible--potentially life-defining--favor here.
"I do not believe you can manage your mother's reaction by yourself--whether anyone involved likes it or not my husband and I will have to answer to her for this at some point. I can't reasonably go against both my word and your mother's explicit wishes for no visible reason other than to service your preferences or desires."
"You don't know my mother like I do," Naiya replies, more quickly at first, then she takes a breath and starts again. "That we disagree on several points is established. She and I have had many conversations over the past months, even before we arrived. But I know she does understand there are things I need to know, and need to do, that like it or not she will never be able to comprehend. Things I think she's tried very hard to sweep aside for as long as she could, and dealt with as best she can as I grew up. She doesn't like it. She doesn't really understand it. But I do know she loves and supports me, and for the most part, when it comes to the serious things, trusts my judgment. I wouldn't be here now if she didn't."
"Naiya, I'm not backing down on this, I need a better reason," Nadia retorts, shaking her head. "If you'd rather we come up with something else I'm all ears, but don't sit here and talk to me about doing things on your terms and for your reasons while basically asking me to ignore mine. I made a promise to your mother, and I will need a damn good reason to break it."
"Well you'll just have to do it without destroying my reputation and plans for a smooth succession to the Dominion throne," Naiya replies archly, her chin tilting up in a very good approximation to her mother's stubborn expression. She sits back down in her seat, crossing her arms and legs and leaning back into the headrest. "Of course the easiest solution would be to let me speak with her once we land and get it sorted out."
Nadia draws in a deep breath and returns her attention to the holo menus in order to bleed off her growing frustration. After a few moments, Kane exits the compartment as if he had taken a cue. The Ardan monarch lets silence linger on a little longer before she finally replies:
"Naiya, frankly I don't see how my plan accomplishes either of those things. I'm not suggesting you actually get pregnant; so less an actual child I don't see how exactly you're worried about Dominion succession as it relates to this plan."
"Second, as far as your 'reputation' is concerned, the longer you stay together--with Edward or anyone else--the odds that someone will start a pregnancy rumor approaches one. I'm simply saying that if such a rumor 'happened' to surface right now, it would give us an excellent and convenient reason to keep you in the country.
"If your mother comes to investigate, or when our subterfuge has run its useful term, you need only say it must have been the stress of the shooting or the Ardan military routine," explains the Angsiyii in the tone and meter one would use to describe basic facts. "If you have to, you can tell your mother that you thought you missed a bleeding but it just came late, or whatever. I'm not asking you to author a press release or any explicit statement saying you're pregnant with Edward's child."
Naiya turns slightly to give Nadia a decidedly flat look. "Two problems with that. One, she and I have always been very up front about such things, and have already discussed in-depth the potential consequences, proper methods of contraception, and the importance of maintaining a responsible attitude each and every single time one chooses to take any sort of risk by engaging in sexual relations. And two, I'm not a complete idiot."
"I don't mean that to explain the pregnancy itself, Naiya, just the symptoms. We hold you for 'medical reasons' for a few days, find nothing, and write the whole thing off as stress related to the shooting or even the prior 'rigors of duty.'
"As to contraception and consequences that's all well and good but your mother of all people knows that accidents happen. She will be angry when she first hears about it, but the whole incident won't last long enough for that to mean anything."
"Nadia, what you don't understand is that any 'incident' involving me, especially one where my mother thinks I've gone and gotten myself knocked up, is only going to encourage her to show up and get in the middle of things. It's far better if she thinks everything is fine, and I'm ok, and there's nothing to worry about. Dear god, if we have to have some sort of medical explanation, why not ... I don't know, whiplash or something that simply means I shouldn't travel for a while. Early pregnancy is no excuse for that, and given I've just spoken to her assuring her that nothing is wrong past some bumps and bruises, it would have to be something she'd buy, and that at least makes some sort of post-traumatic sense," Naiya argues, gesturing as she speaks, even rolling her eyes at one point. Gods be damned, but it was as difficult as speaking with her mother, this - without the usual hysterics at least.
The Angsiyii finally allows herself to become visibly frustrated, pushing her eyebrows together. "We'll get back to this when we reach the capital," she declares. "In the meantime I should get back to my other duties."
Leaving Nadia to her tasks, the young Dominion heir gets up and walks quietly out into the corridor, looking for a quiet spot she could re-check the admittedly minor damage from her earlier adventure. Now that all the excitement had died down, she was feeling tired and sore, and the conversation had given her a lot to think about. No less, the one she'd had earlier with Kane that still had her mentally twitching.
She would reflect on some of the things Nadia said that she casually brushed aside in her indignance at the idea of the suggestion of being pregnant. Her own longstanding worries, given her childhood and personal experience with illegitimacy had admittedly forged a rather solid picture in her head over the years of how things ought to be, and what she would and wouldn’t accept. Unfortunately in this situation, in retrospect, she allowed her private misgivings to blind her to other points and cues that should have been paid more attention at the time.
But for now, she was simply bristling at the idea, and stubbornly had dug in her heels on the matter while she tried to calculate another excuse for her mother that would satisfy Nadia’s whims, aside from the simple truth. All influence and lack of official position aside, she still desperately hoped her father could assist once they landed. Not to mention offer her some peace of mind.
Blarik Odina is a Knight-Marshal from old Rhûn with marital ties to Easterling nobility. An engineering officer by trade, he one of their five (of twenty-five total) representatives in Arda's military court.
Blarik Odina's brisk footfalls echo through the austere Ardan corridors as he makes his way towards the Marshals' meeting. He turns a corner with a nod to a sentry and makes his way up a small set of stairs and out through a breezeway.
Cutting across the courtyard, he accepts a subordinate's salute without breaking stride and the two men travel together for a step or two while they exchange flash drives. "Thanks John," are Blarik's only words as the aide nods and diverts. A dozen paces and another short flight of wide stairs later, and Blarik is in the main foyer to the Marshals' meeting hall.
A card swipe and keypunch entry later and he's in the room. "Welcome to the party, Brother Marshal Odina," declares Knight-Marshal James Talicid dryly.
"Hello, James," Odina answers smoothly. "Roland, Stepan," he continues, nodding to the other two Knight-Marshals at the table as he approaches. "Will Ohan be coming?"
"He's on his way. Sit."
Blarik sits and lets his cheeks puff out through a sigh. "Hit me."
"Minutes ago, the Angsiyii dispatched a very interesting document to the foreign office," he remarks. "It contains a list of protocols for how Kit and his ministry are to answer or discuss queries related to the shooting."
Blarik shrugs. "Okay?" The Easterling Marshal was the Roark empress' creature, and James was her most powerful political rival. He knew there had to be something else to this.
"It seems that the live broadcast of the event was not localized to Arda, as she claims to have heard from the Imperatrice herself. It seems very possible that whatever compromised us has compromised them and possibly everyone else."
"Gods..." Blarik starts. The implications are apparent to him right away. "She didn't also happen to order the Ecthelion Directive did she?" he asks.2
"Not yet, but she might be on her way here to do just that," explains the Talicid Knight-Marshal. "Konrad is still in Ali'Staan, and he's given us the go ahead to manage the reaction here and advise on Xingu. How are the city's defenses?"
"Everything seems nominal as per our latest," Blarik answers. Targeting for some GTA stations went offline for a few minutes, but we're back in business. Comms is still a problem though."
"Comms are still coming back up, some systems seem to be recovering faster than others," offers the other engineer, Knight-Marshal Stepan Dravec. "The Angsiyii probably lucked out being able to get that message off to the foreign office."
"Probably," answers James.
The door opens again and in walks Ohan Iriarte, his face grim. "I don't like the looks of this," mutters Roland Petrik, the fleet's representative.
"What is it?" asks James. "You look troubled, brother."
"Xingu," answers Iriarte simply. "Things are getting hot in a hurry."
Blarik frowned. It was going to be a long night.
1 - Here Eli is slipping out of using the formal Angsiyan/Angsiyii titles and is referring to Konrad as "the King" and Nadia as "the Queen." The titles Angsiyan and Angsiyii were taken from the Xinguese kings by the Easterlings and worn as a vanity for many years. It was adopted in turn by the Dunnish kings (the Kaisserin) who wore it again to signify their conquest/unification of the East. Eli is dropping the Xinguese title in this conversation as a hint that he considers there to be forces in play conspiring to challenge royal prerogative there.
2 - The Ecthelion Directive is Arda's military-wide contingency plan for an attack by Morgoth.