Mad Queen's Gambit (Please Telegram for Entry, MT)

[Novitera]

Harbourtown

A young man and woman arrived in front of the once was hospital dressed in suits carrying shoulder bags. The cab had dropped them off. Jocelyn and Darrell were excited about this trip. Opportunities came better back in Novitera with a bit of experience under one's belt. Even then, it was still a competitive job market. To have something on the resume that nobody else had done would give them an invaluable advantage. So when the Wiyrkomi Foundation asked for lawyers to defend members of the Theocratic Republic in New Edom, they answered the call. Neither were getting paid to do this. However all expenses, along with the hotel they would be working out of came from the deep pockets of Gale Wiyrkomi's charity. Leading the squad of 10 new lawyers was Frank, an older man who was a prosecutor for the Heselory District Attorneys' Office. All were rather new to the job and Wiyrkomi thought it foolish to not have a guide. Although for the most part, Frank stated they would be on their own.

"New Edomite law is not Noviteran law. You'll end up doing a lot of research. I bought some textbooks for us to use." He had told them then sent them on their assignments.

Jocelyn and Darrell were surprised to receive such a high profile case. The dossier and internet research revealed that Malachi was an influential leader within the ETC. Neither really understood the complexity here of monarchy, democratic ideals, religion and culture or how they clashed to drive New Edom into civil war. But both were very good at researching the law and presenting a case. That would have to be enough. There were not many Edomite lawyers lining up to come to their defense anyways.

"You ready? I'm looking for a win here." Darrell said to his partner.

"Slim chance. And is that all you really want out of this? You're not worried about their rights or anything?" Jocelyn asked. They had just met on the plane having attended different law schools.

Darrell stopped and straightened his red tie. He smoothed out his charcoal black pinstripe suit and made sure the white pocket square was correctly folded. "Lets get one thing straight. I'm here to put notches on my belt and don't give a shit about whoever is in there or this filthy fucking country." He said matter of factly. At that Jocelyn was shocked. He saw the look on her face. "Don't worry. We both want to succeed. Just for different reasons." The prospect of defending some fanatical rebel leader well would certain serve as a golden star on his record.

She looked away, appalled by the statement. At least she thought Darrell was capable enough. The man did graduate from Torcuil, a far better law school than hers, University of Calirma. Jocelyn took a moment to fix her own attire. To look conservative she wore long black slacks, high heals with a red blouse forgoing the jacket for the heat. The shirt blended well with her slim figure. Her features were both Asiastic and Caucasian having a White mother and Asian father. Just the sort of racial blend that Noviterans were crazy about. Darrell on the other hand was purely Caucasian made obvious by his light blonde hair that was immaculately combed. His mild cuteness had Jocelyn excited about the prospect of working with him. That was until Darrell had proven to be an asshole. Not that it mattered. She had noticed the way he was eyeing the more physically toned Edomite soldiers on their way here. They approached the jail, handing their passports as IDs to the guard at the front. "Counsel for Mister Damien Malachi. Here to see our client." Darrell said to the point. Wiyrkomi Foundation had made the arrangements of the New Edomite Ministry of Justice ahead of time. Frank assured them the prison knew they were coming.

[New Edom]

Harbourtown

The former hospital was a grey building of granite front, surrounded by an iron grill fence, patrolled by guards outside in tropical pattern battle dress with helmets, headsets, AK-94 assault rifles and full kit, sunglasses or goggles on. Above the gate was the legend The righteousness of God is everlasting and His law is true.

A pair of soldiers in dark blue short sleeved dress shirts, black trousers tucked into boots and kepi like caps stood watch in the foyer; another, with three stars on his epaulet sat behind a desk. Buzz cut to near baldness, he was a dark olive tanned man with a neat moustache. An ashtray held a number of crumpled cigarette butts, and one smouldering with a tail of ash in a groove. "Lawyers to see Most Holy Elder Brother Malachi," he said, a sardonic lilt to his latin. He took a long moment looking at a field laptop on the desk. "Identification if you please. Yes, you are on the list. I will buzz you through. Just a moment."

A ceiling fan rattled overhead, an air conditioner in the window accompanying it. The room was white--white tiled, white walled, but up closer it was fading and peeling.

Two men, one a very dark, heavy jowled heavy lipped Dengali with four chevrons and a Griffon on his sleeve, wearing the same uniforms as the guards, the other younger, light olive skinned with just two chevrons came to the door that buzzed electronically to let the two lawyers through. Each man wore a sidearm and a nightstick, had a hand radio and other equipment on their belts. Like the guards they were in superb shape, moving with the ease of well trained guard dogs. The younger man's eyes flicked at the two lawyers curiously. The older man looked at them with cold courtesy.

"Welcome to the Hotel." said the Dengali man crisply. "I am First Sergeant Fax. This is Corporal Commius. We will escort you to the prisoner. In all matters follow our instructions please or I will report any infractions to my superiors who may alter your access to the prisoner for security reasons."

The two men escorted them down a hallway to an elevator that descended to the basement area, both walking briskly at exactly the same pace in cadence. Barred and locked gates divided sections of the lower area that was the prison for some of the political prisoners. Clearly former changing areas and storage areas, secure rooms with already secured windows, had been converted into cells by the addition of heavy reinforced doors.

There were two folding chairs in the hallway outside the cell, waiting. "IF you wish you make use of these you may." the First Sergeant said brusquely.

In a fading white tiled room with a drain in the floor which had a faint urine and antiseptic reek like a seldom cleaned men's room was a room with a simple cot. A lean naked man sat on the cot reading a Bible. His feet looked hard as a goat's; hands long and fingers powerful turned the pages with loving delicacy. A long thin penis dangled between skinny thighs nestled in thick hair. He had a short grizzled goatee turning into a full beard, a greying dark shock of hair, tanned olive skin, the kind of lean strength some skinny men have well into older years, and a hollow eyed bony face. When he looked up, his eyes burned into those who had arrived.

"Your Reverence," said the First Sergeant with cold sardonic courtesy. "You have visitors. Lady, gentleman: Most Holy Elder Brother Malachi Damien, formerly Chaplain-General of Tyrannis Naval Air Station, and Confessor to Vice-Ethnarch Gamaliel and Captain Arabella Ephraim. Archtraitor. Heretic. Rebel. Take your pick."

"You should have been on the stage, Sergeant," said Malachi in a voice which though quiet somehow carried resonantly.

The First Sergeant's smile slowly faded, the expression in its wake suggesting that his grim expression was his normal one and that the smile had been a brief humanizing effort. "I have told you before, prisoner. Don't...fuck...with superman." He eyed him a long moment, then looked coldly at the Noviterans. "I am told you may have as long as you wish to speak to the prisoner. If you require anything, knock on the door. We will be outside. If we suspect anything is wrong, we will enter. Do not give the prisoner anything." he looked at them with menace. "Anything. If I suspect you have, the same injunction applies to you." With that, regardless of any reply, he and the corporal turned and neatly walked out and slammed the door in their wake.

[Novitera]

The Hotel, Harbourtown

This was not their first time in an incarceration center. Having interests in criminal made both of them take internships with criminal defense firms and the DA before. Jocelyn and Darrell had been in and out of county jails before. Ones had held up to 5000 inmates. But this one was dirtier and more crude. Though any jail or prison tended to be an unsanitary place. Both inmates and prison guards tended to fall ill during their first few days. The place was not designed as a detention center after all. Without a word, the two followed eyeing the walls and other guards having simply nodded their assent to the instructions. Jocelyn winced at the smell of urine and looked to her partner who seemed uncomfortable himself. Both were intimidated by the guards though Darrell was doing his best not to show it. Malachi's nakedness came as a shock. Instinctively, the Noviterans looked away when they entered then realized their briefings on Edenist practices. They accepted the offer of using the folding chairs. Darrell pulled out a handkerchief to wipe it down not wanting any grime to dirty his fine suit.

"Thank sir. That will be all. We need some privacy with our client." Jocelyn said to the First Sergeant politely. Before either of them took a seat Jocelyn introduced them. "Mister Damien, I'm Jocelyn Shigemori."

"Darrell McIllbain." Darrell added.

"We have been appointed as your counsel on a pro bono basis. Know that anything you communicate to us cannot be used against you." Jocelyn told him then handed the letter from the Ministry of Justice. It verified that indeed, they were his attorneys. "We are Noviteran trained lawyers but have plenty of experience in criminal cases and legal research." Jocelyn said to assure him. Although her voice did lack confidence. Both took their seats and opened up their bags. They pulled out notebooks, a file and Darrell had a voice recorder that he turned on.

"Let's see here..." Darrell said while flipping through the file. "...you are charged with inciting mutiny of military personnel, inciting riotous behavior, inciting violent assault, inciting damage to public and private property, lese majeste and inciting insurrection against the national government." He paused and flipped through more pages studying them deeply. "These are serious charges Mister Damien. If found guilty you are looking at incarceration for the rest of your life. We most likely will have to try to negotiate some kind of plea bargain if possible." Darrell said bluntly.

"One step at a time Darrell." Jocelyn stated not wanting to alarm the defendant and displeased by Darrell's tact. She had seen how defense lawyers handled their clients. Showing them respect and making them believe that you believed in their dignity seemed to result in the most cooperation. Inciting panic about possible penalties oftentimes led to defendants telling lies that only hurt a defense attorney's case. "Why don't we start about you telling us about your involvement in this...civil war. Specifically what you've done to receive these charges. Honesty and details would be best. We are not here to judge you."

[New Edom]

Harbourtown

Malachi watched the two foreign lawyers keenly. When Darrell looked at him after sitting down the man was smiling. He listened to them both quietly, and then said,

"Are you familiar with the 119th Psalm, my children?" said Malachi. 'Written over the gate of this place is a phrase inspired by it. I do not know if you are familiar with it. It reads at the start, Blessed are the undefiled in the way, who walk in the law of the Lord. Ah..." he smiled and closed his eyes a moment. "Beautiful words. The ones I was meditating on today are: I have inclined mine heart to perform thy statutes alway, even unto the end. I am not afraid to be condemned by those who have defiled the law in the sight of God."

He stroked his beard thoughtfully a moment. "Call me Brother Malachi. We need not stand on ceremony, but I am not Mister anything. Mr. McIllbain."

"Miss, if you'll pardon me for interrupting your query," he said, "And by the way I apologize that I have no hospitality to offer either of you, for courtesy is a drink at a mountain stream but alas I have not even that...but Mr. McIllbain I don't face incarceration. We are not so barbarous here as to lock a man up forever. No. At the worst I face being hanged by the neck or shot. Which I should prefer would depend on which military unit does the shooting...if the 10th Military Police are still in town I could at least depend upon a good firing squad," he said with a grim chuckle.

"How did I become involved? Ah, there is a story. I do not know if either of you know the Prophet, Samuel Under. Have heard him speak. Brief bits on your news perhaps. Ah. Now there is a public speaker. Not so eloquent as Thaddeus Burden who came before him; not so great a theologian and doctor of law as Simon Crove who came before him. But a man of such passion in the Spirit and such great understanding of the basis of thought that comes from the Word of God.

"I began my career as a teacher, you know. I then became a judge, an inquisitorial judge, the lowest rank of our magistrates, investigating crimes. Though it is not as in the old days. Mostly it is a supervisory role, a lot of paperwork I'm afraid and talking to accusers from the Ministry of Justice and Ministry of Police. The most work I did was during the Touchstone government during the days of the Theocratic Republic. Violations of sumtuary laws--violations of biblical laws concerning modest conduct, commerce, that sort of thing." He smiled. "Of course then Pahath-Moab took over and I was persuaded by Samuel Under, who had become Prophet, to become a senior chaplain in the Navy. I had done my military service in the Navy and so it seemed appropriate. But you know the Pahath-Moab government was entirely unconstitutional. They seized power by a bloodless coup, but it was a coup d'etat. When he and his cronies died by the hand of God in that stadium accident, I knew as many others did that the time had come to restore the Holy Theocratic Republic." he closed his eyes again. His phallus began to engorge with blood and rise.

"Ah...the Holy Theocratic Republic, our vision of truth would rise again! The rightful leaders, elected by the people of the Allied States of New Edom to return! Not Mr. Touchstone--he is too sick and weary of political life--but the others, yes. However the cronies of the Monarchist leadership persuaded the Young Whore to form a false government. Which they cannot do by law for it must be confirmed by an elected national legislature. This false government suppressed opinions and threatened arrests. There was no choice but to defend our political freedoms. So we did." He sighed. The blood flowed back into the body, the manhood drooped slowly. "We lost the Battle for Harbourtown in spite of our bravest efforts. Others fight on. That is the gist of it, anyway."

[New Edom]

The Royal Opera House, Fineberg, New Edom

The audience applauded as the conductor bowed, then began to lead the orchestra. Titus Stefanos, a handsome slightly stout young man with dark curly-wavy thick hair, a florid olive skinned face, large imaginative dark eyes wearing a tuxedo took center stage. He held out his large arms and hands as if to embrace the audience, but his eyes were upon one person: Crown Princess Jocasta, the Heir, in her dazzling crimson glittering evening gown with deep decolletage and bared supple shoulders, her dark hair coiled down the right side, a golden necklace of beaten coins around her neck, flanked on one side by the King-Consort, Michael of Dakmoor, and on the other by her mother the Dowager Queen Rebecca. Her lips softly curved into a smile as the singer began to sing softly at first, looking at her tenderly and sang a song titled Time to Raise your Star.

However there was little showmanship, there was little flash to his performance; his voice rose like a golden bugle, full of love and sincerity, his manner almost shy, as though it burst out of his sense of feeling, even when it rose to a long held note towards the end.

Out of fire you were cast alone into the world
Before your time
No time to show your grief, no one to bear your sorrows
Your hidden path to find
To seek what was right
Though all seemed dark as night...

Let wisdom guide
Don't be tempted to hide
The treasures within you
The love you bear for those around you
The promise you have
As you face the future

Time to raise your star
To brighten the sky
Of all around you
Don't hesitate to be yourself
It's time to raise your star

Time to raise your star
Though all the world
Threatens to darken you
Let your light shine all around you
It's time to raise your star.

No one is well served
By light that's always hidden
Be the candle that shows us the way
To peace, to truth and sweetness
To the holy ground of love we seek...

Time to raise your star
To brighten the sky
Of all around you
Don't hesitate to be yourself
It's time to raise your star

Time to raise your star
Though all the world
Threatens to darken you
Let your light shine all around you
It's time to raise your star.

Time to raise your star
To brighten the sky
Of all around you
Don't hesitate to be yourself
It's time to raise your star

Time to raise your star
Though all the world
Threatens to darken you
Let your light shine all around you
It's time to raise your star.

He bowed deeply, then walked off the stage, the Heir applauding, tears in her eyes.

"How did he come to write that, and why is he so quiet about it?" exclaimed Jocasta.

"He won a talent contest, then a succession of others. That old fraud Canopus Fade discovered him," said Prince Enoch, leaning from behind where he sat with Princess Caroline Zuria and others to speak to her. He had passed a note to Princess Caroline that had read: You are one of the most beautiful women here. He naturally pretended that he had not said anything.

"Who?"

"The promoter, the one who does XYZ Factor, you know?" said Prince Enoch. "Anyway he is a great admirer of the Royal Family, but he never expected to actually be presented in any capacity. Apparently he started out simply as a very talented choirboy, and is the assistant choirmaster at the Cathedral of the Martyrs. He's terribly shy, but was urged to do the talent show by the choirmaster and his family. They're rather nice people, they've been thoroughly checked out of course..."

"Alright, thank you Enoch," said Jocasta. "Oh Michael, wasn't that lovely? What a lovely day! I suppose I get to go home and relax a bit now. I'll go to Betharan not Quality Bay..."

"That's good, because we have that meeting dinner thing," reminded Prince Enoch. "The diplomatic one."

"Oh poop," said Jocasta.

[Novitera]

Harbourtown

"Oh my!" Jocelyn cried out at the sight of his member enlarging. She shielded her eyes and tried to focus on writing notes. Darrell simply smirked. They had some background now on who Malachi was. That would help. But they still needed cold hard facts. The specific actions the prosecutors would point at to support their claims. He shifted in his chair and put the notebook aside.

"I can't say I have read that bible passage. In fact, I haven't read any Bible passages but I have been meaning to read the book for a while." Darrell lied skillfully. "It is the foundation of so many cultures of Cornellia. One should not remain ignorant to something so...influential."

"We sorry to hear that they will execute you. I...I hadn't even considered it. They outlawed the death penalty in Novitera decades ago." Jocelyn explained with pity in her eyes mixed. She was horrified by the notion. In reality the states outlawed the death penalty because it was too costly with all the appeals and litigation expenses required. It was about money but Noviterans liked to think it was because they were advanced in terms of humane legal frameworks.

Darrell scoffed at Jocelyn's reaction. "Look...Mister...Brother Malachi...you can call me Darrell by the way. I technically work for you after all. Anyways, I get it. You aren't afraid of what they'll do to you and you think you are in the right. But whatever you think about the Regency government, they can put you to death. In fact, yeah, I think they intend to. We do have a unique opportunity here though..."

"What are you talking about Darrell?" Jocelyn interjected.

"Look at it this way. You clearly believe in the right of your...Theocratic Republic and the wrong of the current...Regency government." He struggled to find the terms. "If you tell us your side of the story in detail we may be able to at least undermine their government and case before the public. And if your actions are as righteous as you tell us they are...what is the harm in pursuing a defense? Nothing to lose at this point. Help us help you. What do you say?"

"Darrell, this isn't some publicity stunt! They're going to put this man to death! It's barbaric!" Jocelyn protested.

"I know that!" He said back harshly while raising a hand in protest. "And we'll do everything we can to defend him. Now...former judge, Navy veteran, clergy...these are things we can work with." Then jotted down some notes.

"It's not a jury trial." Jocelyn reminded him to which he sighed.

"Still. That should come out. But we need hard facts Brother Malachi. What happened? We can go through each charge one by one to make things easier. Inciting a mutiny of military personnel, why would the Regency government, not that they're right, accuse you of that?" He said trying to frame the question as tactfully as he could.

[Ghant]

The Royal Opera House
Fineberg, New Edom

Michael of Dakmoor didn’t always like opera all that much, but found out that for him, it was an acquired taste. At present, the King-Consort was attending one such performance at the Royal Opera House, a song titled Time to Raise your Star. He sat next to Jocasta, who looked radiant in a crimson glittering evening gown, with deep décolletage and exposed shoulders to boot.

On the other side of her sat Rebecca, and not far off was Caroline Zuria, dressed in a green evening gown that made her look ten years younger, dignified and beautiful. Hard to believe she is a grandmother. Others were present and nearby, such as Izolde, Ona, their ladies-in-waiting, Isabella Orinbere, Alazne Dain, and Tatiana and Mikhail. The rest stayed at the Quality Bay Estate, chief among them Arietta, who despite Caroline’s insistence and arguing, was unable to convince her daughter Arietta to attend, the latter not being a fan of “stupid boring opera.”

The performer was Titus Stefanos, a decent looking young man with dark hair that was thick, curly and wavy. He looked right at Jocastaas he began to sing.

The audience applauded as the conductor bowed, then began to lead the orchestra. Titus Stefanos, a handsome slightly stout young man with dark curly-wavy thick hair, a florid olive skinned face, large imaginative dark eyes wearing a tuxedo took center stage. He held out his large arms and hands as if to embrace the audience, but his eyes were upon one person: Crown Princess Jocasta, the Heir, in her dazzling crimson glittering evening gown with deep decolletage and bared supple shoulders, her dark hair coiled down the right side, a golden necklace of beaten coins around her neck, flanked on one side by the King-Consort, Michael of Dakmoor, and on the other by her mother the Dowager Queen Rebecca. Her lips softly curved into a smile as the singer began to sing softly at first, looking at her tenderly and sang a song titled Time to Raise your Star.

However there was little showmanship, there was little flash to his performance; his voice rose like a golden bugle, full of love and sincerity, his manner almost shy, as though it burst out of his sense of feeling, even when it rose to a long held note towards the end. He was quite good, and his presence on the stage was certainly commanding.

During the performance, Michael kept his eye out find discreet opportunities to try to touch Jocasta’s arm, or hand. He wanted to hold it, but suspected that any attempt to do so might draw ire, so he relucted. So instead he opted for more benign physical contact with his lady love. After the performance was through, he bowed deeply, then walked off the stage. Michael and the others began to applaud, and turning to look at Jocasta, Michael saw that she was too, but also had tears in her eyes.

"How did he come to write that, and why is he so quiet about it?" exclaimed Jocasta.

Caroline too was moved by the performance. She often felt ashamed that her oldest two children had little taste for opera, although to be fair, neither did she for the longest time. She listened as Enoch spoke. "He won a talent contest, then a succession of others. That old fraud Canopus Fade discovered him," said Prince Enoch, leaning from behind where he sat with Caroline and others to speak to her. He had passed a note to her that had read: You are one of the most beautiful women here.

The Dowager Princess for her part, turned to face Enoch and smiled wide to reveal her pristine, straight pearly white teeth. Then she rolled the note into a ball and stuck it in her shoulder bag. “I quite enjoyed the performance, clearly a talented young man,” she said, demurely.

Jocasta looked at Michael after Enoch had explained in detail the nature of the performers. "Oh Michael, wasn't that lovely? What a lovely day! I suppose I get to go home and relax a bit now. I'll go to Betharan not Quality Bay..."

"That's good, because we have that meeting dinner thing," reminded Prince Enoch. "The diplomatic one."

"Oh poop," said Jocasta.

“I quite enjoyed the performance, it was lovely indeed,” Michael said with a smile. “I did tell you that you are worthy of songs! Yes, let’s head back to Betharan and take care of just a bit more business, then we can relax and enjoy some down time.” Michael examined Jocasta’s face for signs of tears, and was prepared to dab them with a handkerchief that he kept in his tuxedo pocket. Mother always said a proper gentleman is always ready to dry a lady’s tears.

“As for me, well, I need to go back to Quality Bay and check on the girls,” Caroline said with a sigh, as if it were a burden. “I need to make sure they didn’t trash the place.” With delicate hands, she never hesitated to find opportunities to touch Rebecca’s lovely skin. She found that it in the past, it was so very smooth and warm, good at retaining heat…

Michael was out of his seat, and offered his arm to Jocasta as an escort. Isabella was being assisted by Alazne Dain, and the older woman fawned over the Crown Princess’s beauty. “Sweet Jocasta, might I say that you look absolutely radiant. Surely there is a star missing from the heavens, having fallen down to earth!”

The King-Consort couldn’t help but smile at his grandmother’s admiration for Jocasta. “I am sure the stars do miss her, grandmother.” I know I do whenever our company is parted.

[Arbites]

HHV Harbinger
Harbourtown Waters

The Imperial fleet asked that Dawn Seeker stand by while the bridge staff once again interrupted Rothbard's quiet time. "Admiral, they're CPO. Jedorian contingent. Transports mostly, consistent with our reports," the operations chief reported back to his superior. Felt like he drew the short straw today.

Rothbard looked at him with tired eyes. "Thank you, do you have anything else?" he asked bluntly. It was clear he didn't know why his time was being wasted with this.

The operations officer started to sweat, catching his look. "Sir, they are Jedorian. We don't know exactly where they stand in New Edom's current situation."

Now a bit annoyed, Rothbard said "And it's not our job to find out. They're passing through our CAP. If they try anything we'll see it. This is a non-issue, clear them. That will be all, Captain."

A message was sent back to the Jedorian ship. "Dawn Seeker, this is Harbinger. You are cleared to proceed. Be advised that our naval aviation is still active in this area of operation. Good luck, and may His will be done."

[New Edom]

Harbourtown

Malachi glanced at the two Noviterans' back and forth, looking rather quiet and patient as they debated the merits of the case. He smiled briefly at one point.

Then said to the rather earnest young woman, "The death penalty is merely a possibility. Penal servitude is also a possibility, though with some of the charges...not so likely. The one you touched about is one of the most important: the inciting mutiny charge. That is one of the gravest. So I agree, let's talk about that one.

"It is in one sense rather simple. The Theocratic Republic is I believe the rightful government of my country, with succession from Mr. William Touchstone handed down to the next elected official who was last elected accepted by the rest of the Council of Ministers, which is Sarah Carmel, who was deferred to by Sif Finnhald.As President of the Council of Ministers, it was her duty to order the defense of government installations. So as Chaplain-General of Tyrannis Naval Air Station and therefore senior clergyman to all military personnel in the greater Harbourtown area, it was in turn my duty to persuade military officers to do theirs. What the Monarchists call mutiny, I call duty.

"Captain Arabella Ephraim, the senior post captain in command of Tyrannis, is a naval officer of exemplary record. She went through a lot to achieve her success as a navy pilot and as a combat service officer in the National Navy. As her confessor, I cannot disclose many personal details, but she was a troubled person, corrupted by some influences by the Monarchist tendency towards liberalism in religion. For example, she was a secret but actively practicing lesbian. Fortunately I was able to cure her of this and she has since had normal sexual feelings towards the opposite sex. Because of this she was inclined to trust my opinions, which you must bear in mind are also those of a former judge as well as a navy chaplain. So I reminded her and other officers of their duty. Officers and petty officers who refused to do their duty were arrested.

"As you no doubt are aware, the Monarchists broke the cease fire agreement and attacked Harbourtown. The aggression was not on our part; we merely did our duty and defended the constitution as we saw fit to do."

[Novitera]

The Hospital, Harbourtown

The whole idea of curing somebody's sexual orientation made Darrell chuckle. "Curing homosexuality?" He asked rhetorically. "I am a homosexual myself. Even if I believed in a cure, can't say I'd want to be. Women can be quite the headache." Darrell made a joke earning himself a scowl from Jocelyn who was not surprised by the revelation. She did admire Darrell's frankness about his sexual orientation. "Anyways...irrelevant. So, you were deliberately soliciting military personnel at this naval air station to take up arms against the Regency government." He jotted down some notes.

"Perhaps a mens rea argument? He believed he was defending the rightful government of New Edom." Jocelyn proposed. In Novitera, criminal act required two things. Mens rea, or criminal intent of the defendant. For some crimes this could be negligence or recklessness. For others, it had to be deliberate. Actus rea, was the execution of the crime itself. Without both, there was no crime.

"We can bring it up. Not sure if Edomite law takes into account the intent of the defendant. Plus, we'd be opening the door to that defense for all the defendants here. I doubt they would allow it even if it was a viable argument." Darrell answered. Frank had told them to underestimate how much fairness there was in the New Edomite justice system. They might make-up their own rules and then disregard them when it's convenient. This country is run by despots remember? He had said.

"What about hearsay? They'll probably be bringing people up to testify as to Brother Malachi's words." Jocelyn countered.

"If the Edomites even recognize hearsay. I think it also falls under party opponent." Darrell stated. The rule was hearsay generally could not be introduced as evidence. Those were statements made by people outside of court used to prove the matter asserted. There were numerous exceptions to this as well as a rule that determined whether it was hearsay after all. But in this case, the hearsay statements they would be introducing were made by the opposing party, Brother Malachi himself, which was not considered hearsay.

"Exactly. For the party opponent rule to be used, the defense must assert that the defendant adopted or believed them to be true. If they use it they would be pretty much conceding that Brother Malachi did believe he was acting lawfully. At least." Jocelyn said.

The look on Darrell's face showed that he still was not convinced. "Getting ahead of ourselves here. We still have to look at their rules on it."

"Brother Malachi, did you yourself take up arms against the Regency government? Did you direct any military operations? Did you provide any technical expertise? Or was your position at Tyrannis purely as a spiritual and religious guide for those stationed there. That may be a stupid question but it helps to know for sure." Jocelyn asked him.

"It is still solicitation Jocelyn." Darrell told her.

"Yes. But that is better than aiding and abetting." She replied dismissively.

[New Edom]

The Hospital, Harbourtown

"The fool saith in his heart 'there is no God'," said Malachi in response to Darrell. "All the activity and desire is merely a set of habits formed out of sinful desire. A child is born desiring only milk, sleep and to void their body's wastes in comfort. Yet just as people learn not to shit in their own beds they can also learn which member goes where and with whom."

After that he was quiet, listening, his eyes flicking between the two Noviterans as they argued.

Finally he said with a stare at both of them that rarely seemed to blink, "You have no understanding of our laws or customs, our history, however recent. You do not even know who I am. You mistakenly think it is the Regent I am against, when it is the Heir's appointment of the Council of Ministers under the Monarchy that is in dispute. And you cannot even agree on a strategy. Your partnership is very recent, isn't it. in fact your law degrees are very recent."

He leaned down to a tray where a thick plastic cup--the kind that didn't shatter or snap easily, the kind often used in hospitals--sat with an empty plate and sipped from it. Then put it down. "I think that while this is extremely entertaining for a man isolated except for," he glanced at the door, "The sort of company you recently saw, that I might almost state my case myself. My own fate is nothing to me. It is the fate of my country that matters. Unless my case proves the case of the Theocratic Government, I am not interested in what they do to this body, which they may kill. But God's truth abides."

His eyes seemed to burn with an inner fire. "Look at me." He waited until they were doing so. "I suffered under King Mark's government, do you know that? This cell is a luxury compared to The Resort, which is what the political prison under kind and good King Josias II was called, and made tougher under bully King Mark. I will not bore you with the details but some of us were put, alone, in the ovens. Those were metal pipes just large enough to crouch in put in the hot sun. Men and women died or went mad there. I lived."

He looked into Jocelyn's eyes. "I was beaten, threatened, and spared the helicopter treatment only because Nicanor's army arrived unexpectedly and they were forced to abandon the prison. I have already died. This body is merely the temple of my soul. So I am not concerned for myself. At all."

He smiled then, warmth suddenly in his expression. "Oh, and you asked if I had played any active role in the action. I acted as a chaplain and spiritual adviser entirely. I urged our senior officers to defend the city with their very lives. However I also when Queen Mara called for the militia to lay down their arms when they had begun attacking political opposition openly supported her call for peace among the citizens here, and peace there was. I have also helped expedite her desire to travel to Hillel to visit the Prophet and make a case for a peace agreement. I believe that everything i have done was within keeping of the law."

[New Edom]

OPORD 35019 VAMBRACE
Office of the Chief of the General Military Staff
Most Secret, Eyes Only

1. SITUATION.
Jedorian

a. Enemy Forces.
51st Mechanized Infantry Division (main body located at Fort Ecaterina)

15th Mountain Infantry Division

Oana AFB

b. Friendly Forces.

104th Marine Infantry Regiment
3 x Mechanized Infantry Battalion, 1 x Artillery Battery (SPH), 1 x Mortar Battery) (M20 Hamsher APC, M28 Armoured Recon Vehicle, 155mm Panzerhaubite Howitzer, APC variants for mortars, signals and command)

24th Lancers (Airmobile) Regiment
(3 x Attack Helo troop, 2 x Transport Troop, 1 x Recon Troop) (TH-300 Lakota Utility Helicopter, RH-77 Cannondale, RH-90 Incursor)

14th Hussars (Armoured) Regiment
(2 x Armoured Squadrons, 1 x Recon Troop, 1 x Armoured Recovery troop 1 x Eng Company) (M8 Li Toneur Main Battle Tank, M20 Hamsher APC, M28 Vigilo Armoured Recon Vehicle; M8 and M20 variants for signals, engineering)

c. Attachments and Detachments.

Carrier Task Force Anaconda
Cruisers Jael and Miriam
Destroyers Gideon and Nimrod
Frigates Billhook and Handaxe
Arsenal Ship Sharpshooter
Kaztlan Class Amphibious Ship Sterry
John Shepherd Class Amphibious Ship Jericho
(includes 12 Terrier VTOL Fighters, 28 TH-300 Lakota Utility Helicopters, 14 Kite Rotodyne UAVs)

Air Force 8th Tactical Fighter Group
- 24 x LY909 Sparrowhawk (1st Squadron)
- 24 x LY910 Shadowhawk (2nd Squadron)
- 12 x Blackfly UAVs (3rd Reconaissance Squadron)

Air Force 2nd Strategic Bomber Group
- 10 x San Rafael Strategic Bombers
- 24 x Shadowhawk LY910 Air Superiority Fighters

Air Force 3rd Strategic Artillery Regiment
- 12 x Orel Missile Launchers
- 3 x Skyguard Batteries

Air Force Support Elements
6 x Tankers
1 x Search and Rescue Squadron
3 x AWACs
15 x Blackfly Reconaissance UAVs
1 x Transport (CM-7 Coureur) squadron
1 x Transport (TH-400 Heavy Lift helicopter) squadron

Rover Team D (Special Forces Company)


2. MISSION. Cross the Jedoria-Edomite border, capture our rightful province of Caladon and reclaim it for New Edom. This area consists of a 24 km longitude by 53 km latitude area of mountains 12 km from the western coast and is a stretch of mountain valley, currently estimated population 10,320. Two highways pass through the area.

3. EXECUTION.

a. Naval and Air Force task forces will provide recon by air and sea. UAV units will strike at any revealed SAMs, preparing the way for ground forces assault.

b. Concept of operations.

(1) Rover Team D units will land by HALO or advance by off road the previous night under cover of darkness and move towards the designated landing zones in order to be in place to direct surgical strikes against designated targets as needed.

(2) With green light from Rover Team D and air recon, naval and air units will strike at known bases of Jedorian operation to hold them down so that ground forces can take the positions.

(3) Airmobile forces of the Lancers Regiment will advance by helicopter with attack helicopter and tactical fighter cover towards the valley of Caladon.

(2) The 14th Hussars and 104th Infantry will advance by both roads in a two pronged attack on the valley.

(3) Air, naval and artillery strikes will hit at the Jedorian army known base areas before the Lancers strike at the valley

NENS Anaconda will provide a flight of CFHQN-1 drones to provide coastal surveillance supported by a flight of Sea-Terrier VTOL fighters to support cavalry and infantry advance.

(4) Intelligence: Military Intelligence indicates increased insurgency activity around the border, including planting of mines and investment of local villages. Use of sponge tactics likely to draw conventional forces to their destruction by ambushing concealed units and regular unit support.

(5) Engineer: assigned regimental units will provide armoured recovery; one battalion of the 60th Engineers will provide bridging, de-mining and NBC.

(6) Air Force Air Defense Artillery Regiment to provide one company for Air Defense.

(7) Information Operations: Council Police tactical units in Etruria Majora

c. Tasks to Maneuver Units:

- 104th Infantry and Hussar Regiments accompanied by engineer units will advance with Air Force recon forwarning of attempts to block roads and bridges. Units to be broken up by Company/Troop strength to avoid ambush, IEDs and landslide casualties.

- Lancers and Rover Team units will capture key road juncture areas to prevent ambushes, landslides.


d. Tasks to Combat Support.

(1) Intelligence: Focus on distraction and confusion of enemy forces in and around Caladon; false information uploads to SATCOM, false leaks of maneuvers and plans.

(2) Engineer. De-mining, bridging, armoured recovery to the fore to support advance from Hylas Cove

(3) Signal: (all signals coordination and coding up to date) elements of 60th Combat Engineer Regiment 4th Signals Regiment

(4) CBRNE (Chemical, Biological, Radiological, Nuclear, and Explosive weapons) Strategic Engineer units to be on standby for transport to the front at Padan-Aran

(7) Provost Marshal: Captain Corinna Martial, Military Police


4. SUSTAINMENT.

a. Support Concept: Corps will coordinate supplies which will be provided by Support Command at Calafia and will be provided by Transport and Logistics Regiments supported by the Air Force and Navy detachments involved with mission. 4th Logistics Regiment, 3rd Transport Regiment will provide on the ground coordination and delivery of supplies to subordinate units. The National Navy will provide transport by sea for this purpose to Caladon opeational area via Replenishment Ship Gull; National Air Force will provide supply drops as needed.

b. Materiel and Services. Field rations, medical pack, battery and electronics support, ammunition support, clothing and materials support, field kitchen support, mechanical and motor pool support.

c. Medical Support. 29th Field Ambulance Regiment and subordinate units.

d. Personnel. Adjutant-General Colonel Jael Kenaz will provide personnel support and direction.

e. Civil Military. Civil Affairs Office will coordinate rules and direction of civilian contact and involvement, including subordinate Public Information Office for media affairs.

5. Command and Control.

a. Command: 1st Etrurian Legion Commander Major-General Samuel Hod
Deputy Ground Forces Commander Brigadier-General Joachim Merari
14th Hussars: Colonel Cosmo Weber
Naval Task Force Commander Rear-Admiral Joshua Gadoram
Air Force Commander: Brigadier-General Rufus Foliot

b. Control. [Sathariel-6]

"Very well," said General Hod, looking up from the papers on his desk to his senior staff. "I want a full review of readiness by the end of today. Vehicles, fuel, ammunition, medical supplies, everything."

"Excellency," agreed his staff. He nodded and they got up. He and Foliot chatted a little longer about their lunch plans.

[Novitera]

The Hotel

"If you say so Brother Malachi." Darrell said to humor him. He was not about to get into a debate over whether homosexuality was a permanent condition or not. "It is true, I confess. We have not worked together or had our degrees for long. But the two of us have had some experience in the field through internships and what not." He explained.

They listened to Malachi's story. There was sympathy in Jocelyn's eyes as she leaned forward and devoured every word. Perhaps she would write a blog and make sure his story got out. It was unlike Darrell who looked like he just wanted the man to get on with it. He pretended to jot down notes on Malachi's experiences.

"Brother Malachi, I doubt the legitimacy of the Theocratic Republic is an issue we can raise with the court. They'll most likely find it irrelevant if not insulting. However, we can try to make the case you had a reasonable belief that your actions were defending the rightful government despite being wrong...at least in the eyes of your accusers." Jocelyn added. "Is that not a victory even if a small one?" She asked. It did not matter who was right she supposed. One side had won and they could enforce any belief they wanted.

"One thing is for sure, we are not here to consider the law at this time. Just the facts. Let's talk about inciting riot, violent assault, damage to public and private property. Do these charges pertain to the riot that occurred where the National Wisdom Party office was almost overrun until a peace was brokered by Queen Mara? If so, what was your involvement there? You said you talked the masses down from further...mayhem. That's certainly something we can use. It mitigates the charges and could add to your credibility on Jocelyn's point." Darrell said.

[New Edom]

The Hotel, Harbourtown

"Inciting riots? Inciting damage to public property?" said Malachi. "I know nothing of this. This is deplored. Rather, I did encourage people to protest, I encouraged them to strike against companies which were degrading our society, I encouraged them to picket and demonstrate against political parties which encouraged blasphemy and unrighteousness."

He stretched his arms, stringy tight muscles standing out in arms and chest a moment, then relaxed. "You may notice that the NWP HQ was surrounded by a company of City Militia. I had agreed with Vice-Ethnarch Gamaliel that the political opposition should be protected following the murderous attack by activists--who have not yet been identified to me--on the Intellectual Party HQ."

He looked at them. "Let me make one thing absolutely clear. I despise the values of those political parties, but I have not urged anyone to damage their businesses, attack them in person or through any means other than political demonstrating and through words and legal actions."

[Novitera]

The Hotel

"That is very good to hear Brother Malachi. I believe you. Hopefully we can get this Vice-Ethnarch on the record verifying your wish for the NWP to be protected." Jocelyn stated while writing. "Although we'll have to look at the accuser's evidence as well. They may have something that can be construed as solicitation. But if you are sure there is nothing you said to specifically incite violence or destruction that is definitely a good sign."

"Lese majeste...forgive us. Noviterans are not familiar with the term. Free speech and no royalty back home. I had to look it up myself. From what I understand this is an attack on the sovereign. Perhaps making degrading public statements concerning the monarch or royal family. Can explain why you would be charged with this?" Darrell beckoned.

[New Edom]

The Hotel, Harbourtown

"Ah, les majeste. I did not make any attack on the office of the Monarch, but I will admit that I have publicly supported the Prophet's words about the Heir. Queen Mara repented for her sins and continues to do so." he smiled. "I have met her, heard her confession, and she is a good young woman much led astray by her parents and other family, with a few exceptions.

"But the Heir has played the whore with heretics and is a wicked young woman eager to spill the blood of her fellow countrymen. She dresses provocatively and is courted by her sister's husband, which is incest. She needs to repent or she will fall by God's judgement. She appointed a Council of Ministers unlawfully.

"Against the Regent I have no quarrel. His actions in supporting the Heir are wrong, but he is I suspect misguided. He too should repent. But I cannot think of more than this." Malachi then sat quietly.

[Hittanryan]

Harbourtown International Airport

As the first plane was getting ready to board, a woman of Han descent with a feminine build approached the news crew, keeping a careful eye on Travis' camera. She was dressed in a women's suit wearing heels that clacked on the concrete of the tarmac as she walked at a brisk pace. Smiling politely, she waited to catch Mara's attention, at which point she bowed respectfully.

"Your Majesty, my name is Angela, I work with the Intelligence office. On behalf of the peacekeepers here I'd like to wish you luck in this courageous undertaking," Angela said. "We've got a conundrum. Do you recall the woman who you arrived at the airport with? The one riding with you in the jeep? We've been questioning her."

"We've spent a while trying to confirm her identity, even got on the phone with Prince Martin up in Ghant. We think despite being unusually evasive that she is on the level...but fairly inept. His Highness indicated she has few qualifications as any kind of bodyguard or field agent."

"She seemed very adamant that she accompany you to Hillel. We'd like to leave it up to you to allow this or not, though there are concerns she'll jeopardize your work."

[New Edom]

Harbourtown Airport

Mara had been just about to go board the plane when an Aidran intelligence operative showed up. Mara smiled hello to her, and had said, "Oh, it's so nice to meet you. Wow, you work for the AIS? How nice!"

Then she reminded Mara of something that made her click her tongue. "Oh wow, right, her. You were questioning her? Get any answers? I mean she's the kind of person you'd need to be an interrogator to get a straight answer out of..."

"Yeah, I heard she was working for Martin. Look, will you be a total doll?" Mara asked, eyes widening a bit, looking at Angela like she was her new best friend and Mara was about to do a wonderful favour between them. "Would you make sure a receipt for her jeep goes to me, like to my office? I'll write it down for you..." she dug into her bag and got out a grubby old ballpoint pen and wrote it down on a scrap of paper. "That's the email office for my private office, and forward it to Prince Enoch Tubal-Cain, and he'll work that out."

She snapped her fingers. "Oh right, and yeah, Izena what's her name came come if she feels she must. We have to go so she'd better move her hoofs. Time waits for none and all that. Nice to meet you Angela, bye and God bless!"

[Hittanryan]

Tarmac
Harbourtown International Airport

When Angela left, the news crew and Mara were standing before the cavernous opening of the transport plane heading up to Hillel. The MP who had previously said “all aboard” seemed to be avoiding Travis’ camera, which he was doing his best to keep reasonably steady as they walked. Holly had told him to simply stick close as they wandered around.

“I just hope the audio doesn’t suck while we’re in a plane hold,” he said.

Chris was talking to Hodgson, who had produced the latest statistics on the refugees and the potential loss of life at stake at the reporter’s request. In the actual show, those figures would be narrated accompanying video and photos of the refugees in the streets outside the airport. However, Travis wandered over and filmed the scene anyway.

“So far our estimates in Harbourtown are about 100,000 refugees who know where they need to go, they can live with family and friends, or they otherwise have something definite lined up, that sort of thing,” Hodgson was saying. “We’ve got about 5,600 people who don’t really have anywhere specific but if they get out of a warzone have the means to get back on their feet: savings, education, a skilled trade, that sort of thing. Then there are the larger body of refugees who are going to need a bit of a longer term solution, maybe until the end of the war,” Hodgson explained.

“How did you figure that out?” Olsen asked.

“Drones and surveys,” Hodgson replied. “We’ve got a total estimate from the air, and peacekeepers have been out talking to people. If we assume the people we’ve talked to are roughly representative of the refugees as a whole, those are the figures we have. That’s all likely to change over time, of course.”

“What happens if they stay as they are?”

Hodgson looked over at the refugees a moment. “Well, here’s the gist of what the Isidium people told me. It seems to rain often enough. Blessing and a curse, plenty of water to drink but no shelter from storms. Food and disease will be a problem out there in the street. Some of them have no money at all, don’t know what they’ll eat. Might be forced to scavenge for scraps. No real sanitation out there but the public showers and storm drains. Between dodgy food and poor sanitation, conditions could be ripe for an epidemic or two, and that could threaten the rest of the city. So they really want to get them all in a camp with soup kitchens, clinics, shelter, and latrines.”

The flight was loaded to capacity, not by weight, but by space. As many refugees and their belongings as could fit without risking safety were being loaded onto the plane.

Men and women and children, most of them painted at least to some degree, wearing dyed straw hats of red, green, blue and white, carrying shoulder bags or luggage, wearing nice sandals, nearly all in good shape though of varying ages and body types were boarding the plane. While some were smiling and talking, they had serious looks, and they paused in little groups to pray before they boarded. “Lord God,” said one man with a resonant voice, “We pray for the lives of those we leave behind here. As it says in the Word of God, may our right hands forget their cunning if we forget those we leave behind and do not plea for their condition. And may we not forget our blessings and that we go forward to make a way for those who could not be with us.” There were a few sniffles and pats on backs, tears wiped. Eyes closed, deep breaths. A white haired old man with a stiff pointed beard, a fringe of white hair and a well muscled frame even though he had a ball like paunch, said firmly, “Come, brethren….” and they began to board their plane.

There were other Adirans as well. Apparently Mission Coordinator Moreau had been informed of a growing situation up north in addition to the one in Harbourtown. When Chris realized Isidium personnel were boarding the flight, he tried to get a few answers only for Hodgson to arrive with his data. There were pallets being loaded in a partition to the front of the plane, apparently containing food, medicine, tents, and some water collection gear. He planned on asking them what the plan was once they were airborne.

Just entering the shot was a group of relief workers carrying backpacks and regular luggage instead of moving crates. One of them, a young blonde woman in a white sundress, paused and looked around. Chelsea Bly had heard a familiar voice, she was sure of it. She spotted someone with long dark hair, but she was taller and a bit less curvy, was wearing a dress, and looked like she was boarding a plane instead of getting off one. Turning away from Holly, she finally saw her.

Briefly saying she’d be right back to Ou and the others, she started walking across the tarmac at a brisk pace. “Hey!” she called out, waving. Erica Asahel looked over her shoulder, wearing the same WASA t-shirt she usually did and a short pair of khaki shorts that flattered her hips and rear. In an instant she recognized the woman approaching her and bounded off from her group, her ample bosom bouncing apparently freely.

When the two former roommates met, they practically crashed together in a big hug. “Hey! I can’t believe it’s you!” Erica said.

“Me neither!” Chelsea replied as they pulled away and set their bags down.

“I thought you’d be done by now,” Erica remarked.

“Well...would’ve been, but all this happened,” Chelsea said a bit sadly, looking off towards the refugees. “So are you working here?”

“No, I’m going up to Hillel! Apparently we need at least some kind of camp ready up there too. They got me in charge of a whole team now! We’re gonna go from city to city depending on what happens next,” Erica said proudly.

They both suddenly looked a little disappointed. “But I might end up back here eventually, especially if more people come in and they need to expand things.”

“Good,” Chelsea said. “So how are you? God, I haven’t seen you since before...you went to Peregrino. I heard about what happened.”

“Yeah, well, we’re probably gonna have to do that again,” Erica said. “Probably have to keep ‘em off, too.”

“What?” Chelsea exclaimed, blushing. “But we’ve all got waivers!”

“It’s not the same up there,” Erica said, shaking her head. “But we know it’s coming now, and besides, I spent most of my summer bare-assed on a beach already.” She then pulled her shirt up and the waist of her shorts down a bit. “No lines on me,” she said with a mischievous grin.

“What about the guys you’re working with?” Chelsea whispered.

“Oh, everyone knows how it’s going to work. No surprises this time,” Erica reassured her.

Chelsea started to clarify “No, I meant you’ll be working with—“

A voice then rang out. “Hey! Erica! We’re boarding!”

“Crap…” Erica said, before looking at Chelsea and taking her hand. “Ugh, too short. But I’m pretty sure I’ll be back to Harbourtown soon! If you need a roommate by then, let me know!”

“Only if you remember how to keep the door closed this time,” Chelsea joked in a mock-annoyed tone.

Erica rolled her eyes before both of them laughed. “It was just the one time!” she concluded, waving goodbye as she boarded the plane.

Meanwhile, around the front of the plane, a slim dark-haired woman in Adiran BDU and patrol cap had just entered the side door and made her way up to the cockpit. Once she was tucked away up front, Wendy took off the cap and let her hair down. The pilot, a husky, full-faced woman with glasses, looked back with a sort of dismissive expression at the spook she’d been told to drop off in Hillel. Didn’t look like much. Looked more like her kid sister. Oh well.

A Humvee was also approaching the plane, stopping about 100 yards away so as to stay clear of the refugees and aid workers. Angela was seen getting out of the vehicle first, then opening the rear door to reveal Izena. “The Queen said you could travel with her,” she explained for the first time. She handed Izena a duffel bag. “Your personal effects are all in here. Her Majesty has also generously sent a receipt for your vehicle to her Master of Offices. I hope, however, you realize that what the Queen is doing has national security implications for both our nations.”

Izena looked at Angela thoughtfully as the latter spoke. She stepped out of the vehicle after Angela opened the door for her, elated that she would be reunited with her charge after much uncertainty. Nodding and stretching, Izena replied, “thank you, Angela, and sorry for the trouble.” Considering the last bit for a moment, Izena chewed on her bottom lip for a bit before continuing. “I will certainly keep that in mind.” With that, Izena prepared to turn, and said, “goodbye Angela. Be well.” Then she walked in the direction of the plane, duffel bag in hand.

“Good bye, Ms….Izena,” Angela said, deciding it was futile to pronounce her last name. “Good luck and be careful.”

The news crew for their part took no real notice of Izena. They didn’t recognize her; when they had found Mara outside the airport, the jeep was surrounded by a sea of hands. Mara, who was about to board, noticed the humvee arriving and sighed a bit in resignation. Holly noticed and asked “Something wrong?”

Micaela had spent most of her time at the airport shadowing Mara, keeping her distance yet making her presence known to those around the Edomite Queen. By then, she had already abandoned the Praying Mantis patch in favor of one that signified her status in SISMI -- it provided a bit more clout than that of a mercenary and as an official representative of Her Majesty’s government, it might prove useful in extending her life expectancy.

She had not fully imagined herself travelling into territory held by the Theocratic Republic as their opposing view of Cacertians -- specifically Monotheism of which she was a member -- would be dangerous. Her pale skin and hair color already gave much of her heritage away. For the most part, the Cacertian agent kept her mouth shut and eyes on her surroundings with her watchful gaze eventually landing on Izena, a distantly familiar face.

Izena breathed a sigh of relief as she entered the company of the others. Oh, I thought I would miss it, she thought. Fortunately, things worked out and there she was. She looked around at the different faces, some familiar and some not so much. She saw Mara, but decided that it would be best not to pester her. She’s probably still pissed off at me about the whole jeep thing. She saw the Cacertian there…quite pretty that one up close. There were some others there as well that she didn’t recognize. Keeping her head low, Izena was on the periphery, digging through her duffle bag to see what there was.

Mara said, “My family and my in laws all felt I needed some minders. So we have Micaela and we have Izena. Micaela represents my friend the Queen of Cacerta and is hanging around to make sure I don’t get hurt. Izena represents my brother in law, Prince Martin. I’m not entirely sure what she is trying to do but I don’t want to hurt my brother in law’s feelings. Let’s get aboard.”

Holly nodded and smiled a bit as they made their way onto the plane. Travis was curious, and trained the camera directly on Izena then Micaela briefly, zooming in for a better look. Olsen furrowed his brow at that a bit as well. Were they members of secret service or intelligence?

Mara then addressed both Micaela and Izena. “Hey you two, listen up. First: Micaela--Izena. Izena--Micaela. Now, one of you works for Anelyn of Cacerta, one of you for Martin of Dakmoor. I didn’t ask either of you here but out of respect for your patrons, I’m letting you tag along. But let’s be really clear about things: this is my mission; my peace mission to Hillel. If either of you have a problem with that, don’t get on the plane. I hate to sound harsh but there it is ladies. And another thing: we’re making a documentary about this trip, to raise awareness of the importance of supporting my peace plan to help my country heal. The ANBC news crew is helping me make it. They’re brave people. So you’ll see us filming, don’t interfere unless someone’s going to get shot or something. Alright?”

Micaela made a respectful bow towards Mara, “You’re outlined conditions are crystal clear, Your Highness. No objections, though I may respectfully request not to be filmed. As a representative of the government of the Kingdom of Cacerta, I would prefer anonymity. If that is not possible, then that is fine.” The SISMI agent returned to her upright and orderly standing position before turning gently towards Izena to hear the Ghantish woman’s response.

The Jendebasa woman’s eyes shifted between Mara and the Cacertian apparently named Michaela. Then she nodded and answered the Queen. “Understood...no objections here.” Fuck anonymity. That didn’t work out so well for her with the CPO people, so she wasn’t about to tempt Patu by trying to maintain it again.

“Awesome!” exclaimed Mara. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell the film crew not to film either of you, it will be like you were never here, isn’t that what you folks say anyway? Alright, let’s get up on that plane!” she began to ascend the steps, sandals slapping, her bare sun browned olive skinned body catching the sun a moment and then vanishing inside the plane.

Izena had spent enough time trying to get on this plane that there was little hesitation on her part in terms of getting on it. She watched as Mara climbed up the steps, and then followed after her, duffle bag over her shoulder. I’m certainly glad to be the fuck out of Harbourtown, she thought as she went up, before vanishing inside the plane.

Micaela secured her backpack as she watched the two women board the plane. Performing a quick pat down she made sure she had headcount of all her equipment before following them inside.

When the two agents got on the plane, they found Travis filming the interior, and would have wanted to sidestep him accordingly. Holly approached in a friendly way and said “Hi! Her Majesty said something about you coming with us. I’m Holly Lemay, the director. I’m guessing she mentioned were filming a show?” She was a pretty dark-haired woman with bright blue eyes who filled out her sundress very well. Her skin glowed from the heat outside and in.

Next to her was a tall man with broad shoulders, strong build, and a lantern jaw adorned with at least a day’s worth of stubble. He wore a button-down shirt with khakis. He offered a handshake or bow, whatever was offered. “Chris Olsen, ANBC,” he introduced himself.

Travis hadn’t yet been told not to film the two of them, and turned around with the camera. Mara stepped in his path and put a hand on his shoulder.

“Hi Travis, turn it off a second okay? I need to talk to the three of you about my two um companions.”

When she had their attention she said, “You can’t film them. They’re like, my security, and they don’t want to be filmed, so don’t do it, okay?”

“Got it, Your Majesty,” Travis replied. “And if we catch either of them by accident, I’ll cut the footage in post.”

“I’ll let them know how we’re setting up our shots ahead of time,” Holly said. “So they know where not to go.” While they were standing around, a few more aid workers were boarding, including Erica, who did a double take seeing the Queen. She slapped a coworker’s arm and motioned in her direction in a bit of shock.

“That sounds great,” said Mara over her shoulder. She smiled at the volunteers and went to join a group of the emigrating refugees in prayer, who greeted her gladly with bows and exclamations of ‘queen’ in Baran.

[Hutanjia]

TEMAN - BARA BORDER

Captain Roendorf watched as artillery rained down on where the ETC militia fighters were supposedly holed up, feeling a sense of deja vu. They had been through this many times before with the Edomite rebels. Outside Salcah, Jabbok, and now here, the tenacious enemy refused to give up and fought hit and run attacks without any firm air support, or much in the way of their own heavy artillery. They took horrific casualties but continued to push on. He had incredible respect for them, but they still would have to die so that his men could live.

He was getting more reports of his Rangers felled by snipers or caught out by the ETC light mortars. Ranger teams spotted the smoke and flash when possible, calling rotor support in. When they missed the flash, they took their best guess. When the HRAF gunships swooped in to deal with the pockets of resistance, they were opened up to MANPAD fire. Another one took too many hits and headed in for a rough landing. The smoking AH-90 came in so hard that one of the blades snapped off on impact. Luckily, a team of 28th mechanized troopers, newly arrived after getting the dubious honor, were on hand to cover as some moved in and dragged the crew out to safety.

Rarely did he need to step in as the platoon leaders were handling things the best they could, but in this instance, he felt the need to make use of all their assets. Air strikes courtesy of the LIRCAS light prop fighters and the Super Etendards were called in on the larger pockets of resisting militia. Also, there was no reason they couldn't answer with their own mortars, but the lieutenants and top NCOs seemed to go straight to the howitzers, which caused delay as they became overtaxed with fire missions. He made sure the HTH-203s were in motion, along with their armored escort, taking out the nearest targets first and fast. The mobile mortar platforms, mounted on Salameh chassis, could give ten fold what they were getting from the guerrilla tubes and hopefully shut them up soon enough.

The Captain broke out of his battle haze as a call came in through the command net.
"Yes, sir?"

"How's progress, Emerald 2?"

"Eh, slow and steady, sir."

"We can't afford slow. You need to step it up, Turtle Captain. It's this way all across the border front."

"Yes, sir. Doing our best. We should clear this logjam up in no time."

"Good. Over."

"Yes, sir. Out."

[Taelete]

Fineberg, New Edom

Meliton left the Haranese church with a happy feeling. He and Thales had enjoyed Fineberg but the men now needed to go to the palace. Unlike many of his fellow priests had Meliton no problem with the naked people in the streets. What others called immoral did he call part of the culture and a nice sight. "Strange to see members of a Mendicant order that are not under arms, isn't it?" Remarked Thales to Meliton, relating to the Mendicant Order of st Demetrios in the Taeletean League that was totally militarised and that formed a roblem for many secular rulers in the league."Yes, it is indeed. Maybe we should also disarm our Mendicant Orders too." replied Meliton "It is getting late, Thales we should go to the palace. Otherwise we'll anger young Aristarkh." Thales smiled, when thinking about an angry Aristarkh. The men had bought some things at local shops and markets, mainly to get in touch with the Edomite population as Meliton needed to know the people of New Edom if the nation's churches would ever join the patriarchate. Meliton had replaced his initial with gold embroided robes for only slightly embroided black robes while Thales wore his usual black suit so both men wouldn't be noticed too much on the streets.

As soon as both men entered the Hotel were they approached by Aristarkh who said:"Finally, you have arrived. We'll need to arrive at the palace soon." Meliton and Thales nodded and Meliton answered:"We're ready, Aristarkh. Go forwards and we follow." Aristarkh turned around and called Xanthe and Kallias so their delegation was ready to go. Soon entered all delegates the Edomite cars and were they on their way to Betharan Palace.

[New Edom]

Betharan Palace, Fineberg

The cars bringing the foreign VIPs from Taelete, most particularly Aristarkh and Meliton, were guided through a private gate to an entrance in a courtyard. A small honour guard of soldiers in cherry red tunics with gold frogging, white trousers tucked into riding boots, wolf fur shakos with tall stiff white and black feathers presented arms. Count Merodach, in a black court uniform with silver braid was there with a smiling expression was there to bow and greet them. "Welcome to Betharan Palace," he said pleasantly. "I hope you will enjoy your evening as you have enjoyed your day."

The entrance led down a hallway, where as the Grand Chamberlain made po.ite conversation they would notice the palace had a generally airy and comfortable feel, with walls painted in light colours or set with light wood like rosewood and polished cedar. Brought into a comfortable sitting room with a light blue painted ceiling, salmon walls decorated with faint shadowlike patterns of green leaves and a blue woven rug, were a small group of people.

One was a tall man in a naval dinner (Prince Elijah) jacket with small decorations on the lapels, a long and gloomy face with a slightly hooked nose, large dark eyes, short black hair and olive skin. Another was a man (Dr. Paul Aphek), richly tanned, with wavy slightly greying hair and distinguished features wearing a dinner jacket of civilian cut, and two women. One was a slim lightly tanned woman (Dowager Queen Rebecca) with sharp but fine features, high cheekbones, her chestnut hair in a soft wavy bob wearing a red evening gown with hints of gold that seemed to flow over her slim body; up close she seemed to be in her forties at least but wore it very well, her skin showing excellent suppleness and tone. The other female present (Princess Jocasta) was a young woman with dark hair flowing in a soft coil down one bare supple shoulder, wearing a soft light blue gown that showed off bare shoulders and a hint of the upper sculpted slope of her bosom, her features quite young, a girl perhaps in her late teens or early twenties if at all, large luminous eyes, soft mouth and yet an air of great confidence about her. Nearby was a tall well tanned handsome man in a white uniform. (King Michael)

Discreetly out of the way were a couple of young female servants wearing yellow chitons that bared one side of their bodies held by enameled clasps, who were barefoot and stood near a drinks cabinet and sidebars. There were also two uniformed aides-de-camp, one in naval uniform, one in a white full dress army uniform.

"Your Royal Highnesses, Your Majesty, may I present Lord Aristarkh Zolkrovin, constable of the Taeletean League, and Holy Father Meliton Dakrelios, Metropolitan Bishop of Trazentioch. They've come as delegates of the Taeletean. Your Excellencies, you are in the presence now of Her Royal Highness Princess Jocasta, Heir of the Allied States of New Edom, of His Royal Highness Prince Elijah, Grand Admiral and Regent of New Edom; Her Royal Majesty Queen Rebecca, Dowager of New Edom and mother of the Heir; His Highness Michael of Dakmoor, King-Consort to Her Royal Majesty Queen Mara, the Sovereign and Head of State, who regrettably could not be with us tonight. And finally Dr. Paul Aphek, our Minister of Foreign Affairs."

"Your Excellencies," said Princess Jocasta, "Welcome. Please, let us share something to drink. I understand you've gone on a little tour of Fineberg? What do you think of our capital?"

The drinks offered had a wide range so that nearly anything short of something shockingly exotic could be obtained. New Edomites had a taste for wine and similar drinks such as brandy, port, sherry.

Rebecca badly wanted a cocktail--a martini frankly, a really dry one. The constant tensions of the Ghantish Visitation, as Enoch had dubbed it, was starting to get to her. That the Gentrys had no real plan should not have surprised her. Prince Elijah and Count Lalery, the most eligible men in the family, were growing bored with them and had bluntly said so. Lalery had pointed out that all the energy in the Empire of Ghant came from Dakmarans anyway, so why bother with the Gentrys? He advised patience and waiting for Albert to have some progeny who actually came of age and was worth marrying. And she knew Lalery favoured Jocasta marrying Michael and locking Mara up on that foreign island's lunatic asylum. Prince Elijah would never stand for that though, and had also pointed out pragmatically that it was too open ended. It turned out he insisted that the only moral thing was for Michael and Mara to stay married, and advised marrying Jocasta to Prince Christopher. "He is intelligent, resourceful and well placed. He is a cripple but that is not his fault. He has a reputation for malice, but I suspect that is fools resenting his cunning. He has had to be cunning. That could be of good service to us, and better close where we can see it than far. Moreover he is respected among our people for recruiting the Ghantish Brigade."

It was hard to argue with Elijah. God, she needed a drink. Sometimes she was so sick of her own country she could just scream. There was no end to duty and what you put your body mind and soul through for duty.

She had to focus. The conversation nearly a blur to her; focus on her beloved daughter, all she had left other than her...little secrets. All the love she could openly have. The shame of not lover her other daughter, the crazy one, burned in her, the bitterness, the venom of it making the love for the younger all the sweeter. Jocasta. All that she had never been, all that she could never be.

[Jedoria]

Harbourtown Waters
CNS Dawn Seeker and Jedorian Fleet

If the Arbiters intended to have the Jedorians stop when they said standby, they didn't. The Jedorian ships continued to sail slowly ahead, but it wasn't long before they revived a reply from the Harbinger.

"Dawn Seeker, this is Harbinger. You are cleared to proceed. Be advised that our naval aviation is still active in this area of operation. Good luck, and may His will be done."
"Harbinger this is Dawn Seeker, we copy all. Out."

The Dawn Seeker continued ahead until it reached the point where it's services were no longer viable. Instead, the destroyer hailed whatever Edomite port authority remained and identified itself, and asked for information regarding potential landing zones for the Jedorian Peacekeepers. If possible, the Jedorians could begin moving MPs and medics by helicopter if there were any helipads available, or if there were any areas where the land was even and safe enough for a chopper. If there were and available harbor areas still capable of disgorging personnel and equipment, the transports were ready to move there as well.

Inside the belly of the ships, men stirred and began gathering their belongings for their arrival in New Edom; the first time Jedorian soldiers had stepped foot in the Allied States since their forefather had invaded Etruria Majora so many years ago.

[Novitera]

The Hotel, Harbourtown

They tried not to react to Malachi's hateful description of the Heir. "I understand. Perhaps we can blame this on the Prophet. He is the religious and spiritual leader for all followers of the End Times Church correct? You were only voicing your religious convictions which this country takes very seriously." Jocelyn stated though knew the defense was dubious at best. "Not that the Prophet is wrong just that you had to follow." She said to placate Brother Malachi.

"Inciting insurrection against the government? I presume this is tied into your effort persuading military personnel at Tyrannis. But if there is anything else let us know. At this time we need to go speak with the government. See what evidence they have to support their claims and perhaps negotiate a plea deal. If not, we'll prepare a case for the trial. At this time I have to advise you not to speak to anybody else about anything that pertains to your case." Darrell stated.

"If there is nothing else Brother Malachi we should get going. We have a lot of work ahead of us and I know the situation for you looks grim. Just take comfort that we'll do everything we can." Said Jocelyn sincerely.

[Taelete]

Fineberg, New Edom, Betharan Palace

Aristarkh was very pleased by the Edomite welcome. As soon as he and the oher delegates arrived in the beautiful sitting room and kneeled he when Count Merodach had introduced the people in the room, followed by all delegates except Meliton, who just bowed. Aristarkh had to keep himself smirking as he remembered that the proud Meliton had stated as only priest in the patriarchal church that a priest was not allowed to kneel for anyone but God and the Patriarch. Then they said in unison:"Greetings, your graces and your majesty. May God guide your steps in this life and the next." While kneeling looked Aristarkh at his fellow delegates. All had dressed properly according to him. Meliton wore with gold embroided black summer robes, Thales wore his normal grey suit, Xanthe her not much ornated but beautiful white dress that accentuated her figures and Kallias a black, military court uniform. Aristarkh himself wore a golden, 18th century styled three layer suit.

They rose again when Princess Jocasta spoke and Meliton answered the princess:"It is a beautiful city, your Grace, I myself like old or old looking cities and Fineberg is a beautiful example of that." Meliton looked stealthy to Michael and Jocasta as half the rumours that had reached him from New Edom had talked about their secret relation and although Meliton wasn't sure that these stories were right could he imagine they were true as he looked at the pretty princess and the handsome king-consort. He decided to put his finger on the military presence in Fineberg that had suprised him as Merodach and Jerome had assured the Taeleteans that the war was over in the south and soon won in the north: "A thing that I did notice in Fineberg today, however, were the soldiers on the streets. I tought that the war was over here in the south?"