November 22nd, 2013 – 07:39
The Fortress of Weißburg
Scant, Ibblesguard
‘And here I thought we were just starting to get along so well.’ Kaidan mused aloud pleasantly as the three prisoners stood silently, refusing to answer his question. ‘I thought we could get this tedious exchange over and done with in a gentlemanly fashion, but I see you don’t seem to like that idea. Fair enough, but I should point out now that I don’t like being ignored and I don’t like playing games either, well, except poker of course, as I mentioned early I’m quite a fan of that. Anyway, the point is, co-operation is the best thing for everyone.’
The three prisoners made some cursory sideways glances between each other as they checked to be sure they were all still standing together in defiance. Then they focused their eyes back on Kaidan and said nothing. The Emperor watched with interest as he sat in his chair, leaning on the arm.
‘So be it,’ Kaidan said with a sigh, and then rose from the table and walked around to stand in front of it on the other side. Garviel followed like a shadow. With a quick motion of his hand the Emperor made a beckoning gesture towards the prisoner who stood in the middle of the trio. Immediately, two Praetores moved in from behind and grabbing the man by his chained arms, dragged him before the Emperor, before forcing him to his knees.
‘We don’t need you,’ Kaidan stated bluntly, his words dripping in venom. ‘You are not a prisoner of war, you are a criminal; a terrorist. We are not bound to any conventions on your treatment. If you don’t co-operate with us, you will be executed.’
The suddenness of the aggression brought utter shock to the man’s face, but for whatever reason he suppressed it quickly and answered rebelliously, ‘You don’t know what you’re up against.’
Kaidan just looked at the man kneeling before him, his strong features void of any emotion. ‘Neither do you.’
In one swift, split-second motion, Garviel drew his side arm, levelled it at the kneeling prisoners head and fired. The weapons retort echoed around the room loudly as the prisoner slumped sideways to the floor, blood and brain fluids pulsing out of the wound bored through his skull and pooling around the corpse in a sticky puddle. The other two prisoners recoiled in horror but the gathered Imperial guards merely watched unmoving.
Kaiden waited for a moment in silence, allowing the remaining two prisoners to get a good look at the grizzly sight of their friend, before he beckoned towards the next prisoner. The two Praetores retrieved the next prisoner and brought him back to Kaidan, making him step over the corpse of his dead comrade before they forced him too to kneel before the Emperor in the pool of blood. The man practically went white as he felt the sickly warmth of the red gore soaking into his clothing.
‘We don’t need you,’ Kaidan repeated vehemently, ‘You are not a prisoner of war...’
The prisoner squirmed, rambling in distress as he attempted to vacate the pool of human goo, but the Praetores held him where he was firmly. ‘I....I....no....can’t....’
‘You are a criminal,’ Kaidan continued without pause, ‘a terrorist. We are not bound to any conventions on your treatment.’
The second prisoner had stopped struggling now, instead turning to despair as he wept silently in his anguish.
‘If you don’t co-operate with us, you will be executed.’
The man looked like he was trying to speak, but no words came out. Garviel raised his pistol again, but as he levelled it at the man’s head the third prisoner called out. ‘Wait! Please! I’ll tell you what you want to know.’
Garviel didn’t lower the gun. ‘Start talking then.’
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November 17, 2013 – 05:30
Taskforce Hereticus
Anchored off Pondderborg
Captain Melia Vallon trudged drowsily on to the bridge of the Virulence to discovered that she was not the only one who had had a not especially good night’s sleep. Commander Ekraan, who was in the best of circumstances notably disagreeable, looked remarkably irritated as he conversed with the holographic representation of someone over the ships communication system.
‘Fine then,’ snarled Ekraan, before angrily hitting the button that terminated the conversation and caused the hologram to dissipate, ‘Just shiny.’
‘What was that about?’ the Captain enquired, as she stretched her arms out behind her back, attempting to release some of the soreness in her limbs.
‘Oh, nothing, nothing,’ said Ekraan sardonically, ‘just the almighty Lord Emperor Kaidan wanting us to fix his problems. Apparently, the get rid of Marshal Ro plan A didn’t work as completely as he’d hoped. To be honest, I don’t really know, I stopped paying attention past his ‘I want more than half your fleet’s aircraft’ demand.’
‘How many does he want?’
‘At least two air groups transferred to his base ASAP. It gets better though, he wants a stack of the third legions anti-air vehicles too. General Sarhane won’t be pleased either I can assure you.’
‘He doesn’t have the authority to do that though, does he?’
Ekraan stepped away from the communications console and dropped unceremoniously into his high-back command seat. ‘Probably not. By all reckoning he’s just a Chancellor, but as annoying as it is I’ve agreed.’
‘You’re not getting soft now are you, Sir?’ Melia prodded, grinning devilishly.
‘Not at chance. But we can survive without the planes, the reinforcement fleet is due a couple of days now and I won’t say no so I can then have some epic failure over in Ibblesguard get blamed on my refusal.’ With a sigh Ekraan rose from his chair. ‘Well, better get to it. Carry on Captain.’
Melias saluted as the Commander headed off the bridge. ‘Aye, Sir. I should really be getting to that morning coffee anyway.’
Back in Ibblesguard, damage control was underway following the retaliation from Marshal Rø’s forces. With precious few Waldenburg fighters available in the region and only forty-two of the sixty Yallakian aircraft remaining of those deployed initially in the attack against the Lüftburg, the entire force had been withdrawn back to Scant and ordered not to engage Rø’s planes unless they threatened Scant or its immediate surroundings. Instead anti-aircraft batteries had been selectively redeployed to protect Ibblestern without compromising defence elsewhere and in light of the civilian casualties of the air raids, propaganda was in the process of being distributed around outlining these new crimes committed by order of the so called Prince Cato.
A plan was in motion though. If Rø’s forces returned then the reconnaissance aircraft being prepared at Scant would track the aircraft back to whatever secondary bases were housing and launching the Air Marshals armada when they withdrew and then when the reinforcements arrived they would have some targets to demolish.