Supplemental 2: the debate
Supplemental 3: the ideal Tumbran
the true story
With thanks to Tumbra, who's allowing me to write some of the background pieces that explain the world around the main story. This piece occurs after life together, which is Season 5, Part 4.
Chromatik Capitalizt Training Facility
Chromia, Central District, Chromatika
It was a cool day in the Chromatik autumn, right before the days started getting cold; though it was the day after the match against Wirr Tsi that Chromatik had put away - to improve to 7-1-1, which was spectacular form for the early going of this season - Raul Vitan was right back out on the practice pitch. He'd make sure to take it a bit lighter today, only go about half-speed, but he didn't like taking a day off after match day. It disrupted his rhythm, and with a game in Lanar coming up, with a chance to increase the early season lead, he was determined as ever to keep form and make sure that he was in top shape.
To his surprise, he wasn't the only one there. It wasn't normal to see a goalkeeper training by themselves, but everyone in Chromatik had gotten used to seeing one Tania Vincent training by herself. Sprinting from corner to corner in the net, doing reaching drills, going through scenarios in her head - the new keeper recently from Felswyr for a fee of 10.5M NMS, a steep fee for a domestic transfer - Vincent was another self-made player who loved to work for it, and Raul respected that.
As he raised a hand to acknowledge Vincent, she waved and motioned for him to come over. He counted that as strange - she'd never done that before - but as they played together, he didn't think much of it as he jogged over.
"Morning Tania," he said sheepishly, "You played brilliantly yesterday - didn't expect to see you here."
"Just going through the paces," she answered in an even tone, "Like you, I guess."
Raul considered himself to be a decent-looking fellow, though he was aware that his intensity and drive drove off most people. However, as he looked at the six-foot-five, well-built woman with steely blue eyes, bleach-blonde hair, and long arms, he became aware that she wasn't afraid of him nor considered him to be any sort of threat. This was new - everyone was always at least wary of him, but to Tania Vincent, Raul Vitan might as well have been just another kid.
"Did you want to talk about anything?" he asked, trying to not show that he was intimidated by how she was handling the situation, "You motioned me over."
Then, he recognized that by explaining why he was asking that question, he was conceding the fact that it was instead he that was nervous, or being intimidated, by her.
"I saw you yesterday," she started, her gaze meeting his (which made him inadvertently look away), "Talking to Stephen (Kerr). Now, mind you, I didn't mean to overhear, but you should know that when you're in the middle of saying something in that lecture-like tone of yours, your voice carries. You said something to Stephen that was completely false, and I wanted to give you a chance to go apologize and tell him the true story."
Raul swallowed nervously but managed to stammer, "I have no idea what you mean. Everybody knows why Gabriella Antonio retired - it's because she got pregnant and had to go have the baby. After that, she wasn't good enough to play again, so she didn't."
In one instant, Tania Vincent was in his face. Raul Vitan couldn't remember the last time anyone had been in his face.
"Excuse. Me?" she said, venom dripping from her voice, "Gabriella Antonio, arguably the best left winger in Chromatik history, retired because she wasn't good enough to play again after one baby?"
He found himself backing up behind those words, and before he could say anything back, she was on him.
"Gabriella Antonio quit because she wanted to quit. She hated the fact that the Chromatik national team was being used for a political agenda. She hated that her first Manager, Franscesca Larriet-Cortes, was martyred. She joined Lisa Amos in the thought that politics using footballers was crap - do you think that Amos is a washed-up Manager, too? By the way, in case you forgot, Amos has been going on for more than ten years in the Nepharan Premiership and now Zenith at the top level, so drop that if you even think about it. So, she found someone at Coret who looked at her as a person - as a woman, if you will - and not as a footballer, and she decided that happiness with Lethbridge was worth more to her than her career."
Tania Vincent paused for a second, but before Raul could even say a single thing back, she held up a finger as if to dare him.
"She didn't quit football because she got pregnant, Raul. She got pregnant because she wanted to quit football. She chose family and personal happiness over the sport she loved and a life in the limelight. Do you know how much guts you have to have to arrive at such a conclusion? Are you aware of just how groundbreaking that was? How many young women look up to Gabriella for the decision that she made?"
Raul was floored. He was many things, but he was also a man who knew when he was beat.
"I admit I don't know Antonio personally," he acquiesced, trying to disarm Vincent, "And my perception may be skewed as that of a fan who was sad that one of his heroes left the game that he loves. I apologize."
The words, "I apologize" rang through the air, and Tania Vincent took a step back.
"Thank you for saying that," she stated, a bit less tense, "And I'm sorry if I'm coming on a bit strong."
"How do you know that the story you know is true, anyway?" Raul couldn't help himself asking, "I can't help myself.
She looked at him sympathetically, and answered, "I'm good friends with one of the best defensive midfielders that Chromatika has ever produced - no, not Leysa Burns."
After he looked at her blankly for a few moments, she responded, "Kaia Larriet-Cortes. Franscesca's niece. She has all the stories, and Gabriella's is one of her favorite. She talks of Gabriella often, says that she visits whenever she's able to."
"Fine," Raul responded a few minutes later, "I'll tell Stephen that the story is wrong. I still think that teammates falling in love with each other is bad news, but I guess if it becomes a problem, they'll pay for it, right? We'll just have to hope that it doesn't cost us."
"Raul? Let me give you one last piece of advice," Vitan said, exasperated, "Stay in your own lane. Take care of yourself. Let them take care of themselves, and if their play falters - check that yours isn't faltering as well, and then give them actual actionable advice that isn't 'stop seeing each other'. Got it?"
Raul couldn't do anything else but nod.
As Tania started to lace up her shoes to run another set of drills, Raul couldn't help but find himself actually relieved she was done talking to him.
"Oh, and Raul?" he flinched as she added one final jab, "If you don't tell Stephen and apologize within a week, I'll tell the true story to him myself, and you'll be both an idiot and a jerk. So that's up to you."
With that and a flip of her hair, she was gone, leaving a stunned Raul Vitan wondering just what had come into his life.
Sybill & Hellion, Part 1: The Opening Interview
Sybill & Hellion, Part 2: Walk First Before You Learn to Run
Sybill & Hellion, Part 3: The First Defeat
World Cup 90 Qualifying Matchday 4: Chromatika 3-2 EuraTaksylvania
Goals: Wen '33, Kuznetsov '71, Sayer '82
Starting XI (4-1-4-1): Fillar, J.; De Saint-Pierre - De Aea - Anbient - Sayer; Armageddon (C); Wen - Hauser - Mora - Kuznetsov; Vidal.
Substitutes: Ken -> Anbient ('61), Zuniga -> Armageddon ('76), Killian -> Vidal ('80)
World Cup Qualifying Matchday 5: Taksylvania 5-5 Chromatika
Goals: Mora '5, Vidal '39, Fillar, B. '60, Fillar, E. '72, Fillar, G. '83
Starting XI (4-1-4-1): Fillar, J.; Fillar, G. - De Aea - Anbient - Sayer; Armageddon (C); Wen - Hauser - Mora - Kuznetsov; Vidal.
Substitutes: Fillar, B. -> Mora ('51), Fillar, E. -> Kuznetsov ('54), Larriet-Cortes -> Armageddon ('57)
Predicted Starting XI vs. Geisenfried, @ Nyowani Kitara (4-1-4-1): Descombes; Xiao (C)- Ansoll - Nodis - Aimée; Ju; Kruetzberg - Fillar, B. - Phoen - Andersen; Toussaint.
Reserves: GK Van Enax, GK Lorée Bautista, RB Raul Vitan, CB Klavida Régine, CB Moira Ansov, LB Valence Ilya, RW Orianne Marc, DM Mare Si, DM Eli Apt, LW Sakia Damani, AM Tyoma Laurette, ST Kara Oveni
Had it been only a week or so ago that they'd taken care of Eura at the Capitalizt Dome?
It had been a classy affair between the top two seeds, the Anomalies facing the Eurans for the fourth time in two cycles. A Robson score in the twelfth minute was equalized by Wen Xhose in the thirty-third; Eura would add another on a Monica Rowland free kick in the opening minutes of the second half, but the combination of Chromatik finesse, Vance Simm struggling a bit, and the first goal in Kandice Sayer's career resulted in Chromatika taking the home tie 3-2, an important result in the campaign.
The Chromatiks would suffer an injury in Victoire De Saint-Pierre's right ankle, but board the plane to Taksylvania with high hopes.
Now, things were falling apart from the hinges, but Chromatika was hanging on.
Losing Victoire De Saint-Pierre wasn't great, and Grayson Fillar was taking his lumps, but Chromatika had been flat out of the gate, and now faced a three-goal halftime deficit. Taksylvania had come out swinging and made the most of their chances, forcing Juxon Fillar into mistakes and positions that had stretched his limits.
Sandra Sybill could tell, though, that the biggest problem for them to combat was the mood. Everyone was disappointed, tired, angry; it was up to her and Rachel to turn that around to something constructive.
"All right," she stated matter-of-factly, "That was perhaps the worst half of football I've ever seen you all play. What that means, though, is that if we play even 20% better, we have a chance to win this game."
Some determined looks around gave her strength, and then she laid out her plan.
"It's time Chromatika got what they wanted," added Rachel Hellion, "Baillaire, Edith, you're going in. We're going to have the four Fillars out there at the same time."
An excited murmur went throughout the squad. When this group of twenty-three had been chosen, everyone had noticed that all four Fillars were on it; now, for the first time in Chromatik history, four players with the same last name - four siblings - would take to the field at the same time.
"Give them hell," Hermaeus Mora said to Baillaire Fillar while Vasiliy Marten Kuznetsov gave Edith the same kind of speech, "Have fun, enjoy playing with each other, make the most of it."
It was a gamble to put all four Fillars on the pitch at once. They were of different levels in the depth chart, but the four of them - especially the three players that moved up and down the pitch - had ample history of playing with each other in their backyard. One thing that this was doing as intended, though, was putting the focus on another aspect of the game instead of the deficit.
The plan worked without a hitch. Juxon was perfect in the second half. Baillaire's addition made the attack flow smoothly, and Chromatika made a spirited comeback in the last half hour, with Baillaire, Edith, and Grayson Fillar all scoring to tie the game up. Chromatika was still disappointed to drop two points, but the Fillars had managed to lift their spirits.
"We only get to use that card once," stated Sandra to Rachel on the plane ride home, "But I'm glad it worked."
Part 1: The Twin Meetings
Part 2: The Book Moves
Part 3: Twin Surprises
Glossary of Abbreviations:Varakoula, Tikariot
RP - Rainbow Party
Trads - Traditionalist Party
CP - (now-defunct) Chromatik Party
ROYG - Red Orange Yellow Green community (the previously lower class in the prior regime)
BIV+ - Blue Indigo Violet plus community (the previously upper class in the prior regime)
NLP - New Light Party (Saebitdang)
NYK - Nyowani Kitara
CFF - Chromatik Football Federation, the organization in charge of the Chromatik National Team and the Rainbow League System
(the) SH - Shadow Hand
BanAm - Ambassador to Banija
NewBanAm - New Ambassador to Banija
Cont - Controller
Saralee Ambroise was bored.
Well, bored was probably not the best word. The biggest peace talks in recent Rushmori history was happening in these very halls, and though she could tell that some of the Rushmori parties were disgruntled by having yet another foreign observer, the Kabaka and the Banijan delegation had been very happy to see Chromatika present. Even though it was partially understood that Chromatika was here as a symbolic gesture, Banija-Chromatika ties were so deep that the intent was recognized and appreciated.
She hadn't done much, as instructed by Chromia. She said little, acted in support of Banijan points, and just kept an eye on things. Thankful that she'd had all the intelligence reports that had let her know of the situation at hand - you could never know what would be thrown at you in the name of diplomacy while in Banija when Nyowani Kitara had such a tie to the nation - she followed the moves being made by Eura, Nephara, Yuezhou, even Tikariot. These were some nations with some very shrewd politicians, and she couldn't help but feel a bit of ire at the fact that nobody was actually talking about what was good for the common people.
Of course, she knew that infrastructure and peace had to prevail first before whichever party that won this contest could even begin to address the problems that they faced in terms of economy, culture, and the spirit of the country as a whole. Chromatika itself was still recovering from the days of the Chromatik Party, and the growing pains were being felt every day in the Chambers of the Legislature as the Rainbow Party tried to hold onto power while the New Light Party heaped on more and more reasons why the way that the country was being run right now just didn't work. However, the issue was that the more someone got into politics, the less they remembered the why behind politics. The everyday person didn't truly care who won elections or who was in power. What they cared was that they had enough food to eat, a place to sleep, things to call their own, and the opportunity to live their lives in the ways that they wanted.
Catching herself before she fell into too deep of a rabbit hole, Ambroise was startled by a Level-2 classified email that came through on her phone. It stated that Arendt Sundin, Johannes von Weber, and Vilgot Westermark - three footballers on Nyowani Kitara's National Team - had requested asylum in Tikariot after speaking their mind against the current government and hoping for independence of the north of the country. They were reportedly asking for asylum in Tikariot, and it was going to hit international news soon.
Unwarranted, memories came to Saralee Ambroise, of a time not too long in the past...
Approximately Eighteen Years Ago
Abandoned Gym
Chromatik City, Chromatika
"Are you sure that they said that they'll be there tonight?" came the excited voice of Bella Dunt, calling to her best friend, Saralee Ambroise, "And that they were going to bring the radio that can get the specific channels?"
"Yes, how many times do I have to tell you?" answered a young Saralee Ambroise, shushing Bella, "Quiet down, somebody will hear us and then we'll be in big trouble! Do you want to end up like the others?"
She looked around fervently, trying to make sure that they hadn't been overheard. Listening to the now-exiled Chromatik National Team's matches was a capital offense which could be punished by imprisonment, or even death. However, underground groups were everywhere in the country, and somehow, people were getting special radios that carried at least the home matches being played in Quebec. The Anomalies-in-exile were doing well, and with every win, they were defying the very government that was hell bent on getting them. This got the people going, the revolution flaring, and the Chromatik Party was doing whatever it could to block them.
As the two of them entered the abandoned gym of what had once been a blossoming high school, they noticed that there was already a group of ten others. They didn't dare gather in groups of more than twelve for fear of being noticed, but this location had been safe in three other occasions, and the game that was going to be broadcast tonight was far too important - Chromatika against the Royal Kingdom of Quebec, the very side that had hosted them throughout the qualifiers.
Gathered together, hushed, they listened as Chromatika defeated the Royal Kingdom of Quebec on a goal in the eighty-ninth minute from Keira Andisori, the best player the country has ever seen.
However, when current day Saralee Ambroise looks back at this night, her first memory isn't the feeling of elation that had gone through the gathered populace as they heard of Chromatika's victory. It isn't the hopes of a people hoping that Chromatika will have a chance against Cosumar in the next round - which, to the Anomalies' credit, they'd win for the one and only World Cup Quarterfinals victory in Chromatik history.
No, what she remembers is the abject horror as a bunch of Chromatik Party policemen storm the building, the panic as everyone turns to run, the finality of realizing that she made it home but Bella didn't, and the guilt that overwhelmed her in the coming days as she didn't see Bella for three months. After three months, by the time she's released, Bella Dunt is not the smiling kid that was her best friend. She's a husk of a person, and it takes Bella five years before she's okay enough to even be around people again. It takes ten years before she lets Saralee hug her again, and even now, Saralee sees the scars that Bella has...
What Saralee Ambroise had to do to reconcile it all was remind herself over and over again in the years that followed that the Rainbow Revolution had been worth it. That the Chromatik Anomalies playing abroad as refugees was worth it. That the people gathering together to get some hope and some happiness in their lives had been worth it. That Bella hadn't suffered in vain.
This was why she'd ended up being an Ambassador. To cement relationships with countries that would mean that Chromatika had the capacity to take care of its internal issues. To represent Chromatika to the world in a way that would show them that the best days were ahead for the once war-torn nation that had been under a color caste system.
And now, her position as Ambassador in Banija was being used to win political brownie points with a supposed ally? To put the NLP down in their place as a party that were being contested in order to make sure that they couldn't stop the NLP? Now, people like Keri Wyse Aart, whose husband had been one of those exiled, was okay with being a pencil-pusher in Chromia instead of fighting for those that had been harmed?
As her blood boiled, the words of Enigma Armageddon in the recent interview came unbidden to her. That young man had some points. They didn't see eye-to-eye on everything, but the fact that there was inaction? She agreed.
An idea hit her like a bolt of lightning, and she actually rose out of her chair, to the surprise of her assistants and a few other foreign dignitaries in the room. Excusing herself, she went outside and found a private space, and drew in her retinue.
"Nancy," she said, pointing at her best information gatherer, "I need you to do something for me, and do it fast."
Before Nancy Kard could answer, Saralee motioned for Marx David, her securities officer that made sure she had a secure line to Chromia at all times, to put in a call. She held up two fingers, meaning to call Alina Krasnikova, not Keri Wyse Aart. She would have something to report, and even if it cost her career, she would be okay with it.
"Nancy," she continued, turning back, "I need you to find these people."
She pushed her phone toward Kard with the email still on it. As Kard's eyes read the phone, her face stiffened.
"Ma'am," she answered, "That's going to be difficult. They probably aren't going to be very trusting of anyone, even those that side with the Banijans, and if they're asking for asylum in Tikariot..."
"No," Sarlalee corrected, "Don't approach them as an ally of Banija. Approach them as a citizen of a country who understands what it's like to have their footballing heroes be exiled for saying something that the government didn't believe in. Approach them as a Chromatik that understands what they are going through because we went through a similar event not too long ago. Tell them that they'll have asylum in Chromatika, far away from the dangers of this place, and that we'll provide them with a platform to speak to their people without any kind of oversight nor suppression. We Chromatiks support free speech, and we want to help. By my authority as Ambassador, promise them that."
Her entire retinue looked at her, surprised. They could tell by the look in her eye that Saralee wasn't messing around, and Nancy slowly nodded before leaving the group in a dead sprint.
"We're going to have to act fast if she's successful," Saralee told the rest, "Have a plane ready on standby. Have documents prepared."
"And Marx?" she turned, reaching out a hand, "Get me that call. I guess I might as well face the music preemptively."
Taking a deep breath, she prepared for the potentially biggest move of her ambassadorial career.
That Evening
Chromatik Ambassador Residence
Varakoula, Tikariot
As the clock struck midnight, Marx David, the securities officer for Saralee Ambroise that maintained the secure connection between Chromia and the Ambassador wherever she went, opened a briefcase in his room, took out a rather small tablet, and made a connection discreetly to a private server.
Being a securities expert had its perks, and the fact that he was so high up in Ambroise's circle meant that he had access to items to keep his communication secure that would make it almost impossible for anyone to catch unless they were really good. With a distinct "beep!", the tablet chimed, and indicated that he was connected with his client on the other end.
"Identify," came the voice on the other end.
"Silence. Alpha Bravo One Three Niner," he answered, "You know well as anyone that you don't let anyone in here that doesn't have access. I have something for you, and you're going to like it, but it's going to cost you and the SH a lot."
"Ah, Silence. Glad to speak to you again. Your intel has always been good, as has been your secrecy. We appreciate your decorum, and hope that you're willing to deal with us again?"
"Depends on if you have what I want," he replied back, "Because let me tell you, this is good."
"Our systems say you're somewhere in Rushmore," stated the woman at the other end, "Would this have anything to do with our missing Ambassador?"
Marx swore under his breath. The more that his client knew about what he knew, the less leverage he had.
"Drop the chase, Silence. We are going to figure it out sooner or later, and we'd rather have it be sooner. Where is she?" insisted the voice.
"I want 20 million NMS," he uttered urgently, "And personal assurance that you won't come after me or my folks whenever the big day comes."
There was silence on the other end, before the reply came:
"The first part is done. We've moved 20 million NMS to your private account. The second, however, isn't possible. We have no idea how complicit your people have been - and if they need to face justice, they will."
"That's not how this is going to work," insisted Marx, "Either you guarantee that they'll be safe, or no deal."
"We can guarantee that they won't be a target. Collateral and incidental, we cannot promise. Is that good enough?" answered the woman in an even tone.
Marx sighed, before responding, "Yeah. I guess so. Okay. BanAm is in Tikariot at the conference, you know that - it's all over the news."
The woman at the other end waited, as if to let Marx continue.
"However, she's now looking for those three Nyowani Kitara players that just asked for asylum in Tikariot. Says that she's going to promise them asylum in Chromatika, and that she won't take no for an answer."
"How reliable is this information?" asked the woman almost instantaneously.
"I'm very sure," he spoke back, "I would bet my life on it."
"Very well, Mr. Marx David," came the voice, causing Marx's blood to chill, "We will believe you, for now. We hold our word. Are you sure that you don't want to join our cause?"
"I'll... Think about it," he answered, trying to maintain his composure.
"You do that," stated Kim Da-Bi, the Mesmer of the Shadow Hand, "Good night."
As Marx David looked at his phone, noting that his bank account had 20 million more NMS than it had before the call but also feeling chilled to the bone, Mesmer sent a small message to Controller, and the Shadow Hand moved a Pawn to D4.
They would not squander the opportunity of a rogue Ambassador, and they had plans for the chaos that Saralee Ambroise was about to cause in Chromatika.