by Usidia » Sun Dec 10, 2017 9:24 am
by Sarian Raider Clans » Tue Dec 12, 2017 5:20 pm
by Valinon » Sat Dec 16, 2017 8:59 am
Axul
Leutnant Kali Pace squinted into the overpowering high afternoon sunlight streaming into the Valinor embassy in the Free State Republic’s capital. She found herself abruptly shuffled into an aerospace car minutes after the courier ship she boarded above Citic touched down at one of the federal military installations near the city.
The garish light was not helped by its strange disconnect from her brief meeting with the planetside Reichswehr’s intelligence officers in the wan, dusty morning light of Citic’s primary. It was the last sunlight she’d seen in less than day. The carefully orchestrated light streaming into the network of atriums, halls, and rooms of the upper half of one of Axul’s sloped towers was distortive, interrupted by the variety of uniforms and suits of the joint embassy’s personnel. Several of the uniforms were the white jackets and red pants used by the Ministry for Foreign Affairs for more formal functions, including that of the courier she was following. The courier she met in Citic carried twin slim-profiled cases and did not bother to introduce himself. She noticed the pairs and individuals carefully moving out of their way as they turned away from several lines of glass-walled offices to a darker corridor.
The courier’s eyes darted to her.
‘We’re expected by the ambassador’s private secretary.’
‘To meet with him first?’
‘No, to ensure neither of us is delayed.’
The wide door at the end of the corridor opened on its own and a slight, stooped-shoulder man in a conservatively cut, ashen three-piece suit with cream shirt and tie was silhouetted in intense light. His eyes darted quickly over the pair.
‘Laithe, commendably early as usual. Leutnant, you are expected. Please this way.’
The room they entered was massive. A long room with a ceiling and opposite wall made mostly of artificial formed glass to need minimal supports and few interruptions to the view. Off-white was separated from the floor on the other walls by a rich blue coming a third of the way up the wall. One end of the room was a carefully arranged lounge overlooked by an emblem Kali knew well in a digital form but never had seen physically.
The emblem of the joint diplomatic mission was rendered entirely in black and silver to match much of the furniture, a rampant, stylised Valinor lion looked right and toward the windows held its sword aloft and behind its head as two twin suns rotated behind it. On the opposite side the Verniian three-headed dragon arched its wings and entwined itself around the crest of the Calimars. In the middle of the two heraldic beasts, two letter Vs overlapped each other—one Kurrent style and one a sleek Deco font.
‘If you will pardon me for one moment, Leutnant,’ the older man’s voice turned her attention to the rest of the office. A massive, black desk that could have been basalt with several low and silver-and-black chairs around it. On the opposite side of the room a conference area with several matching sectional tables rising out of the floor in an elongated oval flattened at either end.
Laithe, the courier, raised up one of the slim cases. A distorted panel appeared and with a gesture from the older man an ornate signature scrawled across as a long chain of data hieroglyphs associated with the Foreign Ministry’s security clearances appeared.
‘Set out the files on the new water programme and the reports on the Empire Day supplies immediately. The full staff will need to consider them after the Ambassador meets with the Leutnant.’
With a terse nod, Laithe turned toward the conference table pulling out several flat, unmarked black squares smaller than a palm.
‘My apologies for the brevity of your visit, Leutnant,’ Kali found herself pulled along without a sign from the secretary. ‘Allow me a moment to announce you.’
The glass behind the desk irised open and the secretary stepped through and down to a small patio with several tables. One near the door was covered with several plates and a long, mostly empty bottle. The secretary addressed someone standing in a strange undulating shadow before returning.
‘Lord Wilhelm will see you, Leutnant.’
Seconds later Kali found herself on the patio behind the large man, tall with closely cut hair partially hidden by a wide-brimmed, blue-gray hat matching the tailored morning suit he was wearing. Quick, smooth movements of the hands briefly showed a slim case, then a thin cigarillo, and then a lighter. Then finally a brief flame and smoke.
By little more than that, Baron Wilhelm Karl von Hardenberg was recognisable to Kali. The former permanent ambassador to the League was an almost permanent fixture in the headlines circulated around C-CSSOF.
‘I assume Hamblen already made amends for the curt nature of your visit, Leutnant.’
‘Yes, Sir.’
‘Good, and you were able to review the material we sent from our embassy in Usidia?’
‘The greatest part, Sir. Even with direct integration, the amount of information shared by Ambassador Dard-Marian was highly comprehensive. I am confident I understand the overall purpose of my detachment from operations in Citic.’
Von Hardenberg turned. His cigarillo almost teleported to his left hand. His eyes were obscured by reflective sunglasses underneath his hat. His thick, trimmed iron grey was twisted near his mouth in a slight smile.
‘Roselyne is very thorough, and it is appreciated. As is your honesty, but I am certain your confidence is not without question. The mission parameters you were given were designed to create a few for the plausible deniability of some that cannot follow you. And that means…?’
‘I am concerned about my credentials, Sir.’
‘Yes, you should be. If you would be so good as to sync with our local unisphere, I can solve that question for you.’
Almost without direction, Kali’s standardised Kriegsmarine muse integrated. In her vision, the ambassador briefly swam in a vague ripple of distortion. His own AU obscured through layers of encryption and privacy. But soon a new profile appeared before Kali. Her face underneath the IDENT and credentials of a liaison and evaluation officer with the Effective Commercial Securities Group, a Valinor security firm noted for its commerce protection activities beyond the Lanthine Lee. She made quick work of the profile.
‘It is somewhat more clear now, Sir, but not completely.’
Von Hardenberg pushed himself off the edge of the patio back toward the table, ‘But you see something from your previous services with the Verge Affairs.’
‘This is SAI work; its thorough without being too thorough. It includes all the small discrepancies you find in the Verge; the sort none of the metropolitan services would allow.’
‘Yes, so perhaps we are not too metropolitan here?’
Kali started.
‘Yes, Leutnant, I did read several of your briefings including ones from prior to your transfer to EXROA-COM. You are the best we can send without calling attention to our mission in Kilmer. You are also versed in the space in and around the Crumple Zone better than most of the senior staff from your time in OVA and Liu Xiu. But now we get to the thin meat of our conversation.’
Von Hardenberg moved back to the table, ‘As you are officially remaining here as a new liaison officer to this embassy, we shall say that you are off duty. Burgundy?’
He gestured to the partially emptied bottle on the table, and Kali finally saw the source of the undulating shadows when she turned around. Two flags rolled in the breeze of Axul’s afternoon, Valinor red-and-gold and Verniian black-and-white. Suitably large enough to be thin clouds.
‘No, Sir.’
‘As you wish,’ the ambassador filled his own glass. ‘You are, of course, preparing a report on your findings to the C-CSSOF intelligence division and EXROA-COM, but your transfer to the embassy comes with more than cover. You are also to provide me with any details related to the Usidian efforts in Kilmer, LifeStar, and their naval presence on the opposite side of Republic’s space. The effects Hamblen will give you before you board the Effective Securities convoy include the necessary protocols and encryption to reach us.’
‘Am I to include these in my reports to Citic.’
‘Include what you wish, but make sure I receive anything related to the Usidian diplomatic activities first. Our fellows in OVA Special Affairs are wise in this: to understand is stability, and in necessity there is law.’
‘Yes, Sir.’
‘Hamblen,’ the secretary appeared almost unbidden, ‘see to it the Leutnant has at least lunch before we send her somewhere arguable worse than Citic.’
‘Yes, Lord Wilhelm.’
The Ambassador removed his glasses, ‘Godspeed and good luck. Lady Agatha and I will toast you, privately, on Empire Day and wish for the best.’
‘Thank you, Sir.’
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