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[AVD] Hostile Intentions

Posted on 17 Apr 2012 @ 3:27pm by Lieutenant Tin Sel Granth & Captain Caleb Virgil & Lieutenant Commander Brul Unger

Mission: Linearity
Location: Throne Room, Yamas Palace, Yamas, Realm of Sovia
Timeline: Day 1, Evening


The Lord-General stood beside the Sovia in the throne room, where the pair stood glaring at a nervous-looking Soviun military recruit giving the report on a rather unsuccessful attempt to capture a pirate vessel in the Barren Struts. The Lord-General could feel a great rage burning within him - despite the added patrols, he still was losing control to these damned pirates. He didn't like losing his control.

The man came to the end of his speech and looked nervously towards the Sovia for judgement.

"Yes," the young monarch began slowly and with an air of disapproval, "So, what you're saying is, you let them get away?"

"Uuurm..." the soldier began to reply before the Lord-General stood forward and cut him off.

"This is unacceptable!" he bellowed, "I'm giving you front line ships for these patrol missions and you can't even take down a piece of pirate scrap! The creepers should have no trouble taking out a ship like that so who was it that failed here? Poor marksman? Captain? Because, in that ship, I fail to see how this can be nothing less than a failure on the part of one of your crew members."

"Excuse me," the Sovia requested, her voice slightly annoyed.

"Yes, my Sovia," The Lord-General slowly acknowledged, after a lengthy silence and suppressing his urge to ignore her.

"Can you just punish this fool and let us get on," she queried, "Surely you can bring this up in your next Military address. That is your division, is it not?"

The Lord-General grumbled at the back of his throat but knew he would get nowhere trying to carry on now. "Very well," he nodded, turning back to the concerned man addressing the throne, "You may go now but we will speak again very soon. I trust you will have identified your rusty gear by then." He waved towards the door, prompting the man's swift retreat from the room, before he brought his hand to his greying moustache, giving it a few gentle strokes.

"Lady Sovia, you should have allowed me to make an example of these men," he said finally, turning from being beside the throne to facing his liege. "If we continue to allow these soldiers to slip on their conduct, we will lose our grip over the sands of Veros to peacemakers and clergymen." With no one present to weaken either figure's public standing, the Lord-General took a more relaxed posture, although - as always had been true of the veteran flag officer - a certain rigidity remained him. "Clea Vash," he began, now in a quieter tone, "you must be sterner with your officers. We are Soviun - not Radnos."

"I know what I am!" the Sovia shot back, "I am the Sovia - born leader of the Soviun people and ruler over the kingdoms of my ancestors...and more! If I do not want to listen to your rambling complaints against my soldiers, then I don't have to!"

She sunk back into her red padded seat and set down the ceremonial war staff she was required to bear while on the throne.

Despite the air of deference the Lord-General broadcast, his innards wrenched in defiance and anger, but were very well suppressed through years of military training... and preparation for these days. He had devoted his life to the Soviun cause. It was he who, when the aliens came, brought the might of the Soviuns together to rid them of the foreigners. It was he who conquered the Radnos when they threatened to make Veros beg the galactic community for peace and subjugation, and it was he who gave the Soviuns a leader to look up to, believe in, and love.

And she was sat before him, in all her glory. Years of training and teaching her to be the perfect leader the Realm he forged for her needed had culminated in the beloved Sovia, but her journey was not yet complete. Although she had now come of age and could rule in her own right, she was still young and naive, believing in her own plans and ideas, and no amount of tutoring could yet give her the wisdom only age brought. This was why he had to oppose her, and stake his own claim during meetings and ceremonies.

Clea Vash Sovi had become all that the Soviun Tribe had embodied: sharp, intelligent, powerful, strong, able-bodied with a will of iron... but even iron could break. It was brittle, and the young girl he had taken by the hand so many years ago and crowned was still brittle, but it would not be long before she was tempered; it would not be long before she would be the steel of the mighty Realm of Sovia.

"Then do you have plans on how to deal with this insubordination?" The Lord-General asked politely, clasping his hands behind his dark-green uniform, its leather straps gleaming in the fading light of Veros' sun, Felk, though the partings in the great walls of Yamas Palace.

"Yes!" the Sovia replied, sitting up as suddenly, "It seems to me that you can keep piling all our resourses into patrols, destroying the odd pirate here and there but you're not really dealing with the problem. These rumours of a resistance all stem from pirate operations and your way isn't going to get us any closer to finding the deep root of our hidden foes."

She stood up and marched forward until she stood in a patch of light on the floor that beamed in from the large round window at the front of the throne room. She turned around and pointed at her old ally.

"You need to start thinking a bit smaller!" she smirked, "What if I said we could eliminate the resistance with just one person?"

"I would say you have spent too much time basking directly in the sun," the Lord-General replied curtly and formally. "Or that you need to return to your studies with Magister Kavosh." His hands remained clasped as he watched his Sovia before him, his trim and fit figure a remarkable accomplishment for a man of his age.

The Sovia frowned and crossed her arms, maintaining her noble posture, "Perhaps you're just biased." she accused, "As military commander, you think all things are a military matter. There are many skills we prize as Soviuns - not all of them make a soldier. Some of them...well...could be found in say an assassin..."

The Lord-General's silvering brow furrowed at that. "An assassin?" He repeated, evidently displeased with this course of action. "Assassins are nothing more than cutpurses and murderers," he said heatedly, before reclaiming his composure as he considered what these pirates truly were.

"But then again, this so-called resistance is nothing more than that in itself. If you do this, Clea Vash, you must be sure to cover your tracks; you must be sure you can trust this... assassin of yours. If not, you will only be throwing aerium into the engine that is this rebellion." The Verosian nautical term came easily to the Lord-General as his dark eyes betrayed his continued suspicion. "Who is this man of yours?"

"Oh," the elegant young monarch replied, "I think you shall get along. He calls himself Unger - he is one of the aliens. An Angosian - once a soldier on his own world turned assassin. He's just the kind of man we want!"

She turned briskly to face the elaborate guard standing by the far door, "Please show Mister Unger inside," she ordered.

The flag officer and former regent turned away the Sovia and towards the far door, where an armed entourage of four Soviun Militiamen escorted a lone figure between them, advancing with no expression but deference as they neared their beloved monarch.

Brul Unger wore black armor, that looked resilient, but was also very flexible. At his sides were one disruptor and one old looking pistol that would probably fire lead bullets. Hanging from his neck was a black cape that would make him look vainglorious, but, in truth, was meant to hide two swords. At his wrists, it was clear he wore some kind of pair of gloves that had retractable blades.

But it was his face that was most impressive. Half of it had been burned beyond any healing treatment, so the Angosian had just put a metal mask over to cover it. On that side, he had a cybernetic eye. The other side of his face looked stern and his eyes showed no emotion.

"Your Highness. I'm honored you have called me again to perform my duty", he said, his voice low, since his throat have suffered with the same burns that had destroyed half of his face. The Angosian looked at the others with passing interest. "Who's the one I have to bring death to? Any of these?", he asked waving his hand almost lazily.

The Sovia smirked, "These men are amongst my most loyal of followers. You shall not lay a finger on them. Please step forward sir and approach the throne."

She turned and paced back to her seat, swivelling elegantly before sitting back down to face her guest.

Unger shrugged. "As you wish, Your Highness", he said approaching the throne. "Who's the prey, then?"

The Lord-General then made his own side-step closer to the throne, not quite placing himself in front of the Sovia, so as to obstruct her view, but enough so that the assassin would needs be address him, as much as the young woman.

"Tell me, Unger," the stately general began, his hands clasped behind his back ever more tightly as he addressed the alien, a keen and suspicious eye looking over the deranged-looking and heavily-scarred creature. "Apart from the patronage of the beloved Sovia's Realm, what brings you to Veros. Aliens are not often permitted in our lands, let alone in the presence of the Sovia."

He restrained himself from throwing a cursory glance at the girl he had raised for so long, promising to keep a closer eye on her in the future. He had not known that Unger had been used before this day. The entire reason for the Soviuns' rise to dominance and the philosophy behind their government was built on the dedication to keeping aliens from invading their lands and culture, yet she had brought one into the state capitol building, and was now even willing to entrust a deeply important task unto one.

"Would you not be happier tending to fields with water farmers, out in the uncharted southern marches of the Radnos Tribelands? They would welcome your kind with open arms - but don't expect them to give you much food, of course," the Lord-General added. It was true that the Radnos had little water - and therefore economy - to use in bartering and maintaining a steady supply of much in their lands. With the peace treaty signed, which further restricted what little the Radnos already had, they were increasingly desperate for anything. What little the former Soviun Tribe-turned-Realm gave them kept them obedient, but ever-hungry.

Unger's cold expression didn't change. "You know nothing, little man. My job is dealing death for credits. I have killed all over the galaxy. I've fought in wars you wouldn't last for a moment in. Lord-General, that's a great title for someone that never saw real death or fought a real battle in his life. I'm done talking to you. Out of my way or die. And make no mistake, I could've killed you, the guards and anyone that stood my way, if I wanted to." He paused. "But that would be bad for business, so count yourself lucky, little man".

The Sovia smirked to herself, she enjoyed seeing this alien insult the Lord General but quickly regained her noble posture and spoke up in defence of her realm, "Be silent alien," she warned, "While you are not of Soviun, or even Verosian birth, you must respect the Lord-General. Your words against him insult our entire realm and you should learn your place within it while you remain here."

"Then I have no business being here, You Highness", Unger replied. "I only respect credits and the contract I take. If that is unacceptable, then my skills are not necessary and the Lord-General can hunt the prey you want dead. I have no lack of business since there always be people wanting other people dead in this galaxy." He gave a respectful nod to Sovia and began to leave the throne room.

After a quick nod from the Lord-General, each of the sentries turned their weapons upon Brul Unger. Weapons could be heard clicking and priming in the stonework above, also, with hidden soldiers setting their sights upon the Angosian. "You're a very funny alien," the Verosian flag officer said, walking towards the halted Unger, his hands clasped behind his back still. "But a very pathetic one. One that capitalises on other people's wars, other people's problems, other people's reasons. You have no fibre or morality to your being, so do not think to ever judge me as anything below you. I've fought in wars from before you were born, little boy." The Lord-General was now in front of the hideously scarred assassin, knowing full well that the Angosian could most certainly end his life in the merest heartbeat, but not even the best warrior would be able to weather every bullet and laser the guards would throw at him.

"Were you to kill me, you would simply create a martyr, Brul Unger. That's what happens, you see, when you turn a person - a figure - into an idea. I am the symbol of the Soviun way, and the Sovia is the pinnacle of the Soviun way, who will unite every Verosian and lead our world into a glorious and powerful age, without chaotic scum such as yourself." The Lord-General lifted his head slightly, as if inspecting the burns across Unger's face. "But even scum have their uses. You see, I have built my image. The Sovia has her image. Were we to die, our ideals would live on, as strong as ever, but were you to die... Well, no one would care. One less hired gun: there are plenty of others, but we need to kill this idea before it can create any martyrs. Our grip over these lands are strong, but there are still those who would oppose us, and they are creating their army of ideals as we speak, giving a face to them; they are creating martyrs-in-waiting for their cause." The Lord-General pulled a knife from his uniform, and offered its hilt to Unger. "The Sovia wishes you to make their wait shorter, and far less grand."

"Enough," the Sovia spoke, rising swiftly from her seat and taking a threatening stance before the throne, "Mister Unger, you cannot turn away now. I invited you to my realm at great risk. We do not take kindly to aliens here and I will not hesitate to have you executed the very moment you step out of line."

She paced forwards until she stood beside the two hostile males, "Now," she spoke softly, with a hint of malice, "Can we get back to business, hm?"

"I think for a man," the Lord-General said, puffing his chest out with his Sovia by his side, "...a man like Unger, I have made Your Grace's offer very clear." The Verosian's eyes glinted as he half-regarded the alien.

Unger's hands moved like lightining as he pulled his his disruptors and fired at the Guards' weapons, disarm them and then putting the disruptors back into their holsters without taking his eyes from the Lord General.

He turned to face Sovia. "I apologize for this, Your Highness, but, as you may know, I'm known for not liking people pointing guns at me. Like I said, I don't kill anyone without a contract. It's bad for business. Now, who's the prey, dead or alive and how much are you offering?"

The Sovia stared angrily at the alien, "I would ask to have you restrained but I know that would be pointless," she hissed, "Now, if you would please put those skills to good use and pay attention. We need you to bring down the underground resistance group calling themselves 'Free Radnos'. They are a threat to our lands and they must be dealt with."

"Our previous efforts to destroy them have been..." She glanced over at the Lord General, "...ineffective... I believe you may be the man that can help. We need you to get inside the Pirate base in the unclaimed lands and take out key players in the resistance. I have no strict targets to give you as we have precious little information on the resistance. It will be up to you to find and eliminate key members of the organisation - people who play a vital role. I understand this is quite a lot to ask. Are you able to do this or shall I call in all of my guards?"

The Sovia gave a nod and the Verosians surrounding Unger drew closer to him, trapping him between them. She stared silently at the alien for a few seconds, awaiting a response.

A smile crept across Unger's face. He liked the job.



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