Do Robots Dream of Electric Sheep?

[Darth Libertas]

[member="Mirien Valdier"]


'I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to face over me and through me.' Undoubtedly the mantra of the Bene Gesserit had a certain applicability to the situation. In all likelihood their sayings would be of little use, but nontheless.


Speak of the devil and she shall appear. It seemed that as soon as Mirien had thought about Naamah the girl had appeared at her side. The Clawdite was...very good at moving almost silently and barely making any noise, moving as if her steps were featherlight. Then again the former Grand Inquisitor excelled at Force senses and thus would have probably picked up on her presence in the Force. No sense in wasting energy to mask your Force presence just to troll her. Not when they were about to walk into the belly of the beast on a quest to murder an Empress. A quest many might consider mad and foolish, but something that had to be done.


Naamah was many unpleasant things. Psychotic, sadistic and probably a bit nuts in the head. But Madeline had hurt and tormented her, murdered her family. For, however, twisted it had been and now matter how glad she was of being free of it, the Inquisition had still been that. Even if she...sort of felt like she hated her former owner, deep down.


The form she was wearing was that of a very gorgeous, well-dressed redhead. One Mirien knew rather well. Of course, her cover identity was not that of a courtesan but of a fancy aristo with Imperial sympathies. "Nervous? I imagine we have good reason to be. There's still a couple hours before we land. Listened in on the news. Festival's gonna have a good turnout. Security's been tightened. Oh, and a fresh series of disturbances in the Alien Quarter. Seems like now that they've run out of force-sensitives to murder the locals found new groups to pick on. Fresh lambs for the slaughterhouse," Naamah said as she sat down on the bed alongside Mirien.


"We'll kill the queen and she'll go to hell. Shame we probably won't have the time to make her...really suffer, but she'll die. And in the fires of chaos Atrisia will get what it deserves," her hand moved to gently stroke over Mirien's shoulder.

 

[Moira Skaldi]

[member="Madeline Kahoshi"]


Oh, yes, Madeline would be magnificient. Once she had been freed of organic weaknesses. It would be such a small step, yet at the same time a colossal one. All for the cause of science and progress.


Sometimes progress demanded extreme measures. Such as the annihilation of all sentient, organic life because it had simply reached an evolutionary dead end and could no longer take the next step. "No, Majesty. I believe we have covered it all. My aide Ms. Scarlett will be joining me. She can liaise with your security team and be of aid if any disturbances occur." It went without saying that she was an HRD as well.

 

[Mirien Valdier]

Mirien nodded slowly, unused to such things. "Yes. I am." The details that Naamah gave her, quickly were filed away, their potential for use always there. "Tightened? Hmm..." That made her wonder ... Madeline usually wasn't so keen on security measures. "Bets Moira has something to do with that.The tin can queen." Another sigh. "I think things might have just gotten a little harder."

She chuckled, "Of course they'd go for the alien quarter next. There were only so many of us to imprison or kill."

Leaning forward, she rubbed at her forehead, far too much stress building up for this event. "She needs to die. Others should not have to suffer any longer." Another sigh as she sat back up, "I just... We can't fail." She said firmly, leaning into Naamah's hand just a little.

[member="Naamah Aesham"]

 

[Darth Libertas]

[member="Mirien Valdier"]


"I wonder whether they gutted Baronness Zhi. Always wanted to do that...but you'd never let me." Naamah said as if that was the most normal thing in the world. As a matter of fact she sounded a bit like a little girl who was feeling slightly petulant about the fact that her mother had not bought her a pony. Well, she had to admit that Zhi had pretty eyes. She would not mind putting them in a jar.



"We won't fail. Madeline will die and Jar'kai will know what fear means when it sinks into chaos. Then one day the tin can queen will be fried to pieces as well," as she soothingly stroked across Mirien's shoulder. As the former Grand Inquisitor would perhaps appreciate, the girl who had once been her slave had...very skilled fingers. "We will succeed," she repeated. Perhaps to convince herself, perhaps to reassure Mirien. It might very well be a bit of both. There was a moment of silence after the words left her lips, then she gave her former slave owner a deep kiss.

 

[Mirien Valdier]

"To be fair, at the time she was a powerful noble with the rights to see you dead whenever she damn well pleased." Mirien shrugged, "I was only trying to protect you." But what are you doing now? A thought she shook off.

"Of course we won't fail." Maybe repeating the words would help, maybe not. "If only I can keep tin can's head...." The brunette chuckled softly. Moira's head certainly would make her feel better. The moment of silence fell between them, and Naamah once more took her by surprise. A brief second passed before she managed to return the kiss. Maybe I just need to forget for a little while.... Forget everything. A hand reached out, running it lightly along Naamah's thigh, trying to return a little affection.

[member="Naamah Aesham"]

 

[Darth Libertas]

[member="Mirien Valdier"]


"True," Naamah conceded. "It was very sweet of you. Like the lioness protecting her cub." When one forgot for a moment that she was a Chaotic Evil psychopath, the Clawdite was sort of cute. Then you remembered that she thought carving up people was the fun thing to do.



When Mirien reciprocated Naamah eagerly deepened the kiss, pulling the older woman closer to her. Mirien's lips always tasted the sweetest. It was probably not inaccurate to say that the Clawdite might be just a bit obsessed with her. "It's just us now...Miri. Let's try to forget...even if it's only for a few hours," she purred as she briefly withdrew. Her voice was sweet, not like honey mind you, but more like the purr of a cat. A cat that was awfully fond of biting people. "I can look like anyone you want. You're in control," at that she wrapped her arms around the former Grand Inquisitor and kissed her once again. More heatedly and with ferocity.

 

[Mirien Valdier]

Mirien managed a slight smile, "I tried. I really did." And yet in the end, you walked away, didn't you?

The brunette sighed again, "It's ironic really, how much I'd give to forget everything now." Remembering now, she oddly enough found both a gift and a curse. Cruel was the hands of fate. A true smile crossed her lips, "How bout that redhead, from Alderaan, she was most delightful." She said with a wink, as she pulled Naamah closer. At the very least it was a welcome distraction from all that was running through her mind. Perhaps a little bit of carnal pleasure would make her mind shut up for a few moments. "So," She pulled away for a moment, "Let's both forget for a little while..."

[member="Naamah Aesham"]

 

[Darth Libertas]

[member="Mirien Valdier"]


"I know you did," Naamah said sweetly, affectionately stroking Mirien's hair. The smile of her former owner was matched by one of her own. "Yes, she was hot...and had nice...pillows, didn't she?" she batted her eyelashes at Mirien, allowing the brunette to pull her closer.


'I can be anything you want.' Just not her true face...


She closed her eyes for a moment and concentrated, her features morphing as she shifted in appearance, assuming the guise of the redhead. Certain...portions of her body ended up becoming more endowed. This writer cannot elaborate more because kiddies might be hurt. By contrast, Naamah carving people up, cutting out their eyes and putting them in jars is completely family-friendly.


"Let us. Just you and me." With that she smashed their lips together and kissed Mirien ferociously, all primal hunger and passion. Suffice to say the brunette would be...rather distracted for the next hours as a magical black curtain suddenly descended from the heavens and obscured everything.

 

[Mirien Valdier]

"Oh, that she did." Beaming happily as she put aside all the stresses and thoughts that had brought her to that moment. The pillows, certainly helped offer a welcome distraction!

The joys of the mystical black curtain to save the poor kiddies! The hours passed quickly and soon enough Mirien well worn from their extracurricular activities, laying still beneath the sheets, curls along side Naamah.

Glancing to the woman, she leaned up for one last kiss. "We should be close now... I suppose we should get me into a not so fun hiding place to keep me out of sight." The poor thing, worried very much about the price on her head. "Can't have me getting caught upon landing after all." Simple fact was, neither of them could run this mission, this game alone. They needed one another to make it through.

[member="Naamah Aesham"]

 

[Madeline Kahoshi]

Madeline nodded, "That will be fine. I'd happily welcome your aid along." Another sigh followed, "With luck, nothing at all will happen, and all of this will be for naught. But, I'm not the optimistic type. That queen will be back, and now is just too good a time for it." Internally she cursed the damn festival for that.

"I look forward to seeing you at the festivities, at least with you there, they should be infinitely more entertaining." Slowly the Empress rose to her feet, "If you'll excuse me, I do have preparations to attend to, as much as I'd love to be somewhere else. Someone's got to do it."

[member="Moira Skaldi"]

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Madeline Kahoshi"]


"Of course, Your Majesty. I shall not keep you from your duties further," Moira said in a polite tone of voice, giving the reluctant, so very inhumane Empress an appropriate bow before she departed from the room, presumably followed by two of the Empress' Own since there was no such thing like privacy in the Imperial Palace, which made it a bit like a golden cage.



There was still much to do. Well, strictly speaking Moira had plenty of time to kill but a human replica droid did not really have a concept of free time. So as she departed she opened up a communications channel to her minions, Ms. Scarlett. It was a purely electronic transmission and so none of the guards, aides and aristos she might have passed would even know that she was talking to someone.


"We will be attending the festivities. High likelihood that Valdier will strike. You will liaise with the ISB and the IIB to assist with security. Get the Empress' itinerary and assess their security protocols."


Callisto was waiting in an ante-room when she received the transmission, having done her best when it came to blending in by sipping a cup of Atrisian tea and looking through a magazine about fashion and Atrisian cuisine. No emotion crossed her features as the transmission came through, she merely acknowledged the call with a nonauditory ping, then quickly excused herself to follow her orders.

 

[Darth Libertas]

[member="Mirien Valdier"]


And so the black curtain had vanished and our two ladies were back. They were covered up by the sheets and stuff, so no kiddies would be harmed. By contrast, Naamah maiming people would be perfectly alright and be shown in gory detail!



Regardless they were curled up together and for a brief moment Naamah snuggled up against her former owner. You could've had me anytime you wanted, you know that? I know you...the real you, she thought to herself, though her expression would not betray any hint of what she was really thinking. Even now, she was still wearing a mask. Perhaps one day she would no longer need to. It would be...beautiful.


Right now Naamah was focused, perhaps more than she had ever been. She leaned into the kiss to deepen it, pulling Mirien closer for a hug. "Yes, wouldn't want pretty you to end up in a dungeon. How do you want to play this? Hide in the floor, in a crate? Think the one we 'acquired' should hide your life signs. Either way we're gonna need a place to meet up."

 

[Mirien Valdier]

Mirien let her draw her into another kiss, and the embrace that followed, she almost didn't want to leave. For somehow now, Naamah felt a bit like a safety blanket, and something that would keep the monsters under the bed from eating her alive. A sigh came, and she pulled away, quick to get dressed once more. "Can't afford to have me locked up I'm afraid. We both need one another to make this work."

Slowly she combed her hair up and into place once more, and glanced back to Naamah. "So, in the crate I suppose. It should work. Will keep anyone at customs from finding out I'm here."

Another sigh came and went, as she thought of the places they could meet up. "Do you remember the basement bar on Euclid Avenue in the capital?" She asked quietly. It was a dingy little place, and very few people frequented it. It had been a good place for intel. "Perhaps there?" Slowly she started for the door, gathering her bag of goodies on the way down the hall and into the cargo bay where the crate had been left.

[member="Naamah Aesham"]

 

[Darth Libertas]

[member="Mirien Valdier"]


Naamah tried to not let it show, but she seemed just a bit reluctant when Mirien pulled away, though she obviously released her. She doesn't know you...not really. The real you. I do. I've seen the...works of art she made. The sheer beauty of it. You were magnficient. She's a dirty hypocrite. She relishes bloodshed, darkness but she'll always be held back.


This writer has come to the conclusion that Naamah is essentially a jealous psycho girlfriend. In any case she gave Mirien a nod as she mentally ran through her suggestions. "I remember everything," she said knowingly and perhaps significantly. Like the first 'heretic' I questioned under your supervision. Those are pleasant memories. "Sounds like a good location to me. I'll meet you there. It hasn't become more lively since we left. Figure it's time to switch to the lovely Lady Sayuri Himura. And speak in High Galactic. In other words sound like a mentally deficient parrot." For the purpose of infiltration Naamah would be impersonating your typical bored socialite who came from a noble family that claimed old Imperial allegiance.

 

[Mirien Valdier]

"Excellent." Mirien said quickly as she did a last check on her gear.

She glanced back to Naamah, "Lady Himura, a good choice if ever there was one for this affair." Another sigh came, "Just be careful on the way to the bar, can't have either of us discovered before we can actually get close to Madeline. Though, I suppose you'll have an easier time of that than I will." Shrugging she started towards the cargo hold, "And what high born, doesn't sound like a mentally deficient parrot? If there is a such thing, I've yet to see it."

Once in the cargo bay, the crate they'd secured to keep Mirien hidden was waiting for her. Every part of her hated the idea of crawling into the thing but it had to be done. Opening it with care, she stepped inside and pulled the container lid back over her. With some luck no one would be the wiser and all would pass without notice.

[member="Naamah Aesham"]

 

[Darth Libertas]

[member="Mirien Valdier"]


This made it terribly ironic to Naamah that the abominable Kerrigan woman was trying her utmost to imitate an aristo these days. Then again, maybe Mirien would see the light one day. She had been absolutely magnificient before she lost her memory and the Atrisian Inquisition so cruelly robbed her of her life, used her as their pawn in a misguided bid to subjugate force-users, the chosen elect, to the rules of the mundanes who were evidently inferior to them. Of course, if none of this had happened, Naamah and Mirien would have never met. The Clawdite would not be the woman she was today. Evidently then it had all been necessary, for the forces of Chaos worked in mysterious ways sometimes. It all happened for a reason. In any case Naamah was there to see Mirien off as she crawled into the crate. Before the container lid was closed she gently squeezed the former Grand Inquisitor's hand and gave her a hopefully encouraging smile. Hopefully because to automatically presume that it was encouraging would constitute an auto-hit and then this writer would risk getting reported!


She made sure that the lid was properly closed and that the crate was secure. Of course, intellectually she knew that there were holes, that the materiel was stable and such, but it was still best to check. Then she left the cargo hold and returned to her quarters to get changed. Naturally an aristocrat had to dress the part, which necessitated wearing a fancy, overly expensive dress, plenty of jewellry and applying a generous amount of lipstick because that's what bored aristos with too much time on their hand did.


She looked at herself in the mirror after her preparations were complete. One of the finger traced across her beautiful face, touching her flawless, soft skin. So very different from her true face, but they were all wearing masks. Contact lenses should obscur the dark side corruption that was settling in her eyey and hide the sulfuric yellow. She smiled grimly and then turned away, closing the door. The hour of vengeance would soon be at hand and then Madeline would pay. Atrisia would burn in the flames of chaos.


The ship had been flying on autopilot and within a few moments had dropped out of hyperspace before she took the helm again. The Atrisian Empire had fallen far after its failed bid to propel itself into being the new Galactic Empire, but space was still heavily guarded. The first sight that greeted her was the massive Rancor space station, a space behemoth bristling with impressive firepower that could easily blast the craft they were flying on into tiny pieces without any effort. Atrisian variants of TIE fighters shot through space on patrol and likewise one could make out warships. She quickly transmitted the codes that should grant them passage. Doubtless fighters would be monitoring as she made her descent to the spaceport in Jar'kai.

 

[Mirien Valdier]

The journey to the surface would have been a quiet one after the codes were transmitted. Bringing our devilish duo to the Jar'kai spaceport. From there, customs inspect was a simple matter, but one that unnerved Mirien to no end. Hidden within the crate, she could hear the shuffle of feet outside and worried that one might actually discover her in the process. Exactly how much time had passed, Mirien couldn't be sure. All she knew, is the footsteps and whisperings had stopped. The ship seemed oh so quiet now. Still, Miri waited even longer just to be certain. With a deep breath and great care, she opened the crate just a crack.

After visually verifying that no one was there, she finally pushed the crate cover off, and climbed from the crate. Grabbing her bag, she pulled a silken scarf out, just something to help obscure her face once outside in the public eye. Taking the time to secure it, she gave one last check to all her weapons, both seen and unseen. Then she slowly, cautiously headed out of the ship and into the busy spaceport. Being careful as she could, Mirien stuck to the shadows offered to her by various buildings, ships and other structures, as she drew upon the power of the force to wrap the darkness around her, and keep her from view.

As she moved slowly through the more affluent parts of Jar'Kai it couldn't help but be noticed the crowds of school children, all wearing badges of the grand and benevolent Empress Madeline upon their shirts. As Mirien moved further, military parades were seen heading away from where she was going, thank heavens for small miracles. Right now, all she could feel was how hard her heart was beating against the inside of her chest, the sweat beading upon her forehead.

It took all she had to calm her breathing as she slipped down Euclid Avenue, heading down several blocks before she turned into an alleyway, and took two flights of stairs down, to the basement bar, Quantum Quark's.The place filled with all manner of shady folks, people like her, who wanted to stay hidden, for their workings and dealings to not be known. Especially not with the current Empress's mood. With a breath of relief Mirien slipped into a back booth in a shaded corner, allowing her to still use the darkness to hide herself. Hopefully Naamah was already there, or at least would be there soon.

[member="Naamah Aesham"]

 

[Darth Libertas]

Returning to Jar'kai was like attending a theatre play made for the glorification of one woman alone. Madeline Kahoshi. For hers was the power, the kingdom and the glory. Everyone else who lived and toiled in this city was just another cog in the machine, another soldier on parade, another schoolgirl dressed in a perfectly groomed white school uniform with a badge that bore the image of the Benevolent Mother. Already after touching down and landing with her ship and after having gotten her papers confirmed by customs officials, who were accompanied by stormtroopers, Naamah was greeted by a group of patriotic schoolgirls who waved flags and sung patriotic hymns. They were also kind enough to give her a badge with the image of the grand and benevolent Empress.


"So that you may wear Her image close to your heart, my Lady. Her light shows us the way, Her words are an inspiration. Our hearts are filled with love for our Benevolent Mother," one of the schoolgirls had said. A girl definitely no older than fourteen, with an expression so full of childlike innocence. "She keeps us safe from the evil witches." There was a flash in Naamah's mind, of schoolgirls just like her informing on their parents if they said anything that even remotely smacked of heresy. Such as complaining about the economic deprivations and shortages that she knew were hitting Atrisia, though the Imperial government denied it. For Madeline's Atrisia was best Atrisia.


"Hail the Empress. May Her reign last ten thousand years!" Naamah had forced herself to exclaim, flashing a smile that hopefully conveyed just how awe-struck she was when she beheld a massive golden statue of Madeline that dominated the spaceport. Interestingly enough she could not detect any similar idolatry regarding the person of Akio Kahoshi. No statues, no massive placards bearing his image hanging from the walls of buildings, no Atrisian citizen wore a badge bearing his image. Then again his rule was not something the average Atrisian would want to remember, except that Madeline had led them out of chaos and would forever keep them safe from their vile influence of the witches.


"Please do not lose your badge," the stormtrooper officer who ushered her out of the spaceport had advised her. "It may create the wrong...impression. Carry Her image close to your heart. The Benevolent Mother will be with you. Always." Somehow this saying struck Naamah as a parody of what Jedi said about the Force. It was perhaps only fitting that a nation that so thoroughly rejected adherence to a 'hookey religion' and mysticism should see fit to have the Empress supplant it. An aristocrat like the one she was posing as had no difficulty getting a speeder after, once again, a group of soldiers had checked her papers. These soldiers were neither stormtroopers nor members of the regular Imperial army, but belonged to a paramilitary organisation called the Imperial Revolutionary Guards. Recruited from enthusiastic patriots and given some basic training, they wore red uniforms and carried blasters. "Red is the colour of the martyrs who were murdered by the Jedi and Omega. They died so that we might be free. If She commands it, we will heed her call and fight to the last drop of blood to keep Atrisia free," their sergeant had assured her, pure fervour in his eyes.


As Naamah moved through Jar'kai she could see the new order in action. The streets of the more affluent parts of the city were filled with parades of school children, Imperial Revolutionary Guards and of soldiers goose-stepping in perfect formation. They were so much like cogs in an enormous machine, automatons tied to one central directive, but then word was Madeline hated people and was better with machines anyway. Naamah would not be half surprised if she was a droid by now. As she took another turn in her speeder she came across crowds of civilians marching across the streets, carrying enormous banners with Madeline's image. Other placards advised citizens not to 'suffer the witch to live' and resist Jedi-Sith tyranny. Surveillance drones shot through the air, monitoring every move and for a few moments all those driving speeders, including Naamah, were required to stop in the air so that they might be scanned. All the while patriotic slogans and music was blared out of the loudspeakers, so loud that Naamah felt like her ears might burst.


'Empress, my Empress given me by God. Protect and preserve my life for long. You rescued Atrisia from its deepest need. I thank you for my daily bread. Stay for a long time with me, leave me not. Empress, my Empress, my faith, my light. Hail my Empress.' So it came blaring out of one of the omnipresent loudspeakers, sung like a chorus. Naamah felt anger rising inside her like bile in her stomach. The urge to lash out and crush the throat of the nearest Atrisian she could find was almost overwhelmning, but she clamped down upon it. Her vengeance would have to wait...for a while longer. When they were done this city would erupt in flames. The fires of Chaos would consume Atrisia and burn it down. None of these pathetic, Madeline-worshipping sheep deserved to live. All their delusions would be shattered when this day was over and the rivers would turn red with blood.


It took all she had to calm herself and take a breath as she made her way through the city, touching down with her speeder at the landing pad of her hotel. There she checked in normally, under the watchful eyes of a surveillance drone and of a massive portrait in the lobby, which showed Madeline protecting little children from vile Jedi, and got to her room. She could not go to a shady bar dressed as an aristo and while wearing the face of a noble lady. So long story cut short, what Naamah ended up doing was hide in the laundry cart of a maid, biting down on her tongue to keep herself from making any noise from the pain she was feeling, waiting until it was taken down and deposited where all carts full of dirty laundry go, having assumed a new face. From then it was a small matter to sneak out. Her heart was beating against the insides of her chest, she tried to take a calmning breath and appear as if she fit in while wearing a pair of clothes stolen from the washing line, saluting and praising Madeline any time everyone else did and hopefully with double the enthusiasm. Eventually she would end up in the bar, hopefully safe from prying eyes.

 

[Enyo Typhos]

The Imperial Atrisian State had eyes everywhere. For the Benevolent Mother was ever-watching. The Atrisians might wear the badge that bore Her image close to their heart, but there were still heretics, malcontents and traitors that needed to be weeded out and exterminated. Wreckers and sloths who were unworthy of the grace She had been bestowed upon them.


Fortunately, there were a myriad of agencies to annihilate these traitorous elements. At least this was how the official propaganda line defined it. The truth was, the State needed enemies. Thus even though the force-users of Atrisia had been officially exterminated, the populace still lived in fear of them and this was encouraged by the State. And so it came to pass that again and again 'witches' and 'cultists' were discovered. After all, certain archaic practices of Atrisian folk religion looked suspiciously heretical and you could never be certain whether a witch might not be living in your midst. Likewise there was the Alien Quarter...everyone knew that, for instance, these Rodians were just a bunch of liars, swindlers and criminals. As for the Clawdites, who had ironically until Akio's death been the ones de facto running the alien district, everyone knew that you could not trust shapeshifters. And so the concentration camps of Atrisia did not lack for inmates - and the same applied to the Processing Device.


The Processing Device was hungry. It demanded new organic materiel. It would not be denied.


Within the Imperial Palace Callisto had been given an office of sorts and from there she studied the enormous amounts of information a vast array of holoprojectors was bombarding her with. All of it absorbed and processed at rapid speed. A good deal of it was useless. Apparently various sightings of 'Mirien Valdier' had been reported, none of them genuine far as she was concerned. In all likelihood they represented several cases of individual guardsmen or civilians just wanting to cash in because reporting on traitors gave you a handout. Well, if you were lucky. If you weren't then you ended up in the camps. More reports of disturbances in the Alien Quarter, where stormtroopers and Imperial Revolutionary Guards were bringing the brutal pogrom to a close. Across all of Jar'kai surveillance drones were up in the air and scouring for traitors. Several suspected civilians showing undue deference had already been arrested. National celebrations were always a good moment to make people disappear out of sight, out of mind.


On paper Atrisia looked pictureperfect. A docile, obedient population, willing to go to any lengths for its Empress. A cordial working relationship with Archangel, which seemed poised to expand into a position of power and influence. Thus was the theory at least. Callisto had once been a Contruum girl. Though machine conditioning had eradicated her emotions..she still remembered. There was a woman who remembered rising up against tyranny and oppression for freedom, only to be betrayed and disappointed by the Republic...by Moira Skaldi. She had been enlightened to the truth. The truth was that freedom was a delusion. The truth was the certainty that Mirien Valdier, brazen and throwing logic to the wind, would come to Atrisia today if she was not here already.


If she succeeded in her suicide mission, order on Atrisia would collapse. Chaos would reign. Deep down, the prospect of the fires of chaos pleased Callisto. It did make Valdier worthy of processing. Callisto's logical mind turned its attention to Euclid Avenue. A nest of criminals and scum, where even the gendarms and the Revolutionary Guards seldom trode. Filled with bars that were perfect conspiratorial meeting places. Why did Callisto think that? Because it was what she would do. Orders were sent to security forces to pay the area a visit.

 

[Mirien Valdier]

Patience, patience, was probably the one thing Mirien didn't have right now. Every part of her was on edge as she waited for Naamah to arrive. Everything hinged on the other woman getting through security, to her hotel, and out without drawing attention to herself.

All the celebrates on the street, of Madeline the great, had even annoyed Mirien. It all was far too much. The woman was taking far too many liberties with her reign. Idly she wondered for a moment, what Akio would think of his successor. Granted Madeline had done much more for her nation than her predecessor, but still, it wasn't the Kahoshi way. The woman had turned into a monstrous dictator, playing with peoples lives to keep her place on the throne secure.

A familiar presence entered the bar. Naamah. No one had to tell Mirien twice. That presence in the force was undeniably her former apprentice. Not wanting to reveal herself, the brunette chose to reach out to her partner through telepathy. Back corner booth Naamah. I'm not willing to emerge from the shadows right now. I do not trust anyone in this bar. Come, join me, and we shall figure out our next move. Perhaps slightly telling, that she trusted no one in the bar. For that included Naamah. Naamah was a means to an end, she knew it, hell Miss Aesham probably knew it too.

[member="Naamah Aesham"]