Seated at the top of a long, black wood table, was a woman in a somber black dress. Her skin was ivory-white, and appeared pallid like a corpse against the black of the dress, her raven-black hair, and the black frame of her glasses. Everything was black.
The other attendants of the meeting might have expected to have Alexander Blaken-Kazansky there instead. But with the transition to monarchy now complete, Cassiopeia Blaken-Kazansky was beginning to share in her husband’s power. Nor that they would attempt to challenge the woman’s authority in this case. She had proven herself more than competent.
Behind the woman, two Orcs carrying medium machineguns stood. They were dressed in dark-blue urban camouflage - bodyguards officially, but everyone knew Cassiopeia Blaken-Kazansky did not need any bodyguards.
The woman began to speak.
“Okay, guys.” - her manner was informal and friendly. She was not in Reichskamphen now, where men would hang on their every word merely because she was Empress and Queen, but in Allanea, where she would, even after the transition, be merely First Among Equals. - “I have a question.”
Cassiopeia Blaken dropped a single photograph on the table, a promotional photograph printed out from a company’s website. It was the image of a transport ship, clearly photographed from up above.
“Does anyone here know what this is?”
There was silence in the room.
The Air Force general, navy admiral, special forces Colonel, and senior diplomat all eyed the photograph with unease as it passed from hand to hand.
Cassiopeia waited the uncomfortable pause out.
“This is an advertisement for a dedicated slave transport made by Dark Waters Incorporated. This is actually advertised on the Internet. Our diplomats actually issued the usual threats back in the day. But then we got tied up in the Second Freemen’s Crusade... and now these people are still around, and might even think our threats are empty. I am sure none of you want the slavers to think that our threats are empty, do you?”
Cassiopeia smiled sweetly, and it became clear that to her, a negative reply was absolutely unthinkable.
The Admiral spoke. “Doctor Blaken-Kazansky. I believe that this would be primarily within my purview.”
The woman nodded. “I’m going to imagine that you’re going to offer up an ocean search operation, Admiral Reckenridge.”
He nodded, quite impressed internally. Like her husband, she had clearly researched the potential solutions before going into this meeting.
“The first thing to do is to study satellite surveillance until we spot any area where those slave ships are seen. Now of course satellites won’t allow us to track the slaveships in real time... but we can have an average study of where they travel and where their trade routes are.”
“And then we can saddle those routes with our aircraft carriers and fuck everyone up?” - Cassiopeia nodded.
“That is absolutely so. Of course I believe we will need to have a combined task force.”
“A combined task force.” - Cassiopeia spoke, tasting the words. - “I like the sound of that. Admiral, I am assuming you can determine the composition of that task force yourself, based on your superior knowledge, However, I feel that we are likely going to need to have Colonel Morrison’s help.”
The Colonel nodded, his face stern and expressionless.
“Doctor Blaken, I believe that we are going to need to have to board some of the slaveships.” - Morrison said - “The Navy’s Special Boarding Teams are going to be the best for that job, obviously.”
“Those are the naval PLU equivalents, am I correct?” - the woman inquired.
“That’s right. The Blue Whale, how many crewmen does it have?”
“A hundred crewmen. Machineguns, autocannon, drone submarines, two helipads.”
“That’s going to be a giant bitch.” - the Colonel said. He didn’t see fit to apologize, he was a Freeman. - “We would need to somehow hoist at least two SBTs on board... I think I will need time with the SBT commanders to work out a plan.”
“That’s fair.” - Cassiopeia nodded. “General Radikov, General Rebrov, our intelligence states that this Darkwaters is an immense company. As many as five hundreds sixty million employees. We are going to need the Army and the Air Force cooperating closely with the Navy on this. I believe that you have recently begun to receive new strategic aircraft from Lyras...”
“The Dragonhawk, yes.” - the Air Force general spoke swiftly, he was again rather impressed that Cassiopeia Blaken-Kazansky was this much in the loop.
“Once we have captured - and I am absolutely fucking confident we will capture at least some - employees of this corporation, we will begin locating its facilities world-wide. It will then be the job of the Air Force to immediately begin inflicting strikes, and for the Army to deliver men for anti-slavery operations on the ground. There are five hundred and sixty million slavers out there, people. Enough fleshmorsel for everybody.”
“And the diplomatic support role?” - the Ambassador asked.
“Just keep everyone off our back. Call on our allies for help. Invoke Amistad. Whine about our sovereignty. Threaten. Whatever. We can do it ourselves, thank you very much.”
*
Open ocean, suspected Dark Waters Inc. trade route
Thus it was that, several weeks later, Allanean submarines and aircraft carriers took to the sea in suspected slave trade operation areas.
Admiral Reckenridge stood on the very edge of his carrier deck, the tips of his toes poking past the railing just a bit. As he did, he watched an AWACS aircraft sail up, up and away on its patrol.
The search had begun.