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Eir comes to as she's being strapped to an operating table. A young man with a mask over his eyes, pale hair in a white coat looks over her, and then back at the man who had bested her.
"You broke several ribs as well as her left arm. I fail to see how this benefits you at all Yuri."
"I thought we agreed doc, you don't question my methods, I don't question yours."
"When you do such a sloppy job of keeping the subject in one piece, it's hard not to question your aptitude for the job."
"Go back to your spa or whatever, you're starting to wrinkle up again. You wouldn't want to lose all those years you somehow reversed since the last time we met. I mean, you had grey hair and everything."
"My...youthfulness is of no concern"
"Neither are my methods. Your 'patient' is coming to."
The doctor looks at Eir before turning to a table full of syringes before injecting Eir with one, her vision goes black once again.
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Eir's mind is thrown into darkness, but not for long. She's brought through her past, memories locked behind mental programming now open. Operating tables drenched in her own blood. Ronin, the humiliation he caused her. The pain of gaining powers. It all floods back. Eventually, she returns to before the MCSB. Homeless, taken in by a man she would love, Shinon.
The Doctor watches Eir writhe in pain in her unconsciousness, amused. Yuri leans against a wall, his left foot planted against it. She comes to slowly, crying. No longer struggling, the doctor slowly undoes her bonds. Eir takes several deep breathes as she tries to sit up, but her broken ribs prevent her.
"Who are you really...Deltan."
Yuri answers "Think of me as a friend. I'm just here to help you get what you want, a happy little Makasta."
Eir keeps her thoughts to herself, not believing him, but not wanting to say anything "This doctor?"
"I remain unimportant to this....operation if you will. My only goal was your deprogramming. With that done, I have some....friends who are expecting me."
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The doctor turns to leave, but stops in the doorway. "Remember Yuri, beyond this, you're on your own. I have a deal to uphold, so I expect you'll be gone before anything happens?"
"Yeah, whatever."
"Respect certainly isn't your strong suit" the Doctor mumbles under his breath.
22:32
The sun's been set for some time now. The safe house is well guarded. High concrete walls, guards at every corner, and several dogs. Miller crouches behind a tree, observing the safe house before motioning to his team to slowly approach. Jeralt takes aim and begins picking off the guards. The dogs get startled and begin barking, causing a ruckus. As the guards search for the source it's too late. Jackson swiftly takes them out. The squad quickly approaches the inside of the walls, taking out lights that reveal their position. As they reach the main building, they cut the power. Voices inside the building grow louder and more confused as the power stays out. A guard opens the door to check the situation outside, but is swiftly and quietly taken out. The squad uses the door the guard opened to enter. They slowly and methodically clear the building, killing guards and searching for their target. As they reach the last room, a man sits in a chair, his back turned to them. As they approach the man, he makes no noise. A voice from the other end of the room speaks
"You Powerians are just simply not quite up to speed. If you really thought I'd allow myself to be captured this easily, you're dumber than this man was." it's Nero, he's using a laptop to communicate remotely..
Conner moves up and looks at the man. He's gagged and a bomb is strapped to his chest. The timer is ticking down from thirty seconds.
"Well, I wish you luck, enjoy the fireworks." the laptop screen goes dark as it deletes all of its date.
"F*cking hell" Conner fiddles with the bomb, unable to do anything. As he continues to struggle, Miller shoves him out of the way, picking up the man, who is now crying in despairation, and shoves him out of the window before hitting the floor himself. As the explosion rocks the house, Miller slowly stands up.
"Corporal, here's something you need to understand, you're not a hero, you're here to get the damn job done. People die, it happens every day. You'll never be able to save everyone. Get used to it. There was no saving that man."
Miller puts out his cigarette and mumbles to himself.
"15 minutes late"
He stamps out his cigarette and turns to leave before he's stopped by a voice
"Apologies Agent, I'm a busy man, my last client had an...issue."
Miller turns to see a man wearing a head covering and mask. Aviator style glasses cover his eyes, barely anything visible. The guard next to him wears the Jackal Special Forces uniform, a grim reminder of the past. It's black color combined with the smiling demon paint on the mask portion of the helmet is as unsettling as ever.
"Is it your policy to show up fashionably late?"
"You tell me Miller, is it yours to ask for more than is reasonable?"
"I'll pretend I told you who I am already, I think I requested something fairly reasonable. You help me get rid of Nero, I look the other way as you escape past the border, and let you keep all your drugs."
"Had someone else asked, it'd be a lot more reasonable. You? After all you've had me do?"
"All I've had you do? As far as I know this is our first meeting, unless you're one of those drug goons I got locked up a while back."
"I'm offended, after all I've done..."
"How about you explain yourself then."
"How about I show you."
The man removes his mask, head covering, and sunglasses, revealing a familiar face, although he's missing his left eye.
"Dimitri?"
"Наконец-то, блять, узнал меня, уже забыл мой голос? (Finally f*cking recognize me, already forgot my voice?)"
"не было личным, вы были свободным концом (Wasn't personal, you were a loose end)"
"И желчь, говорящая со мной на моем родном языке (And the gall, speaking to me in my mother tongue)"
"В последний раз, когда я проверял, ты предал свою родину ради шанса поработать на меня в последний раз. (Last I checked you betrayed your motherland for a chance to work for me one last time)"
Dimitri's guard shakes their head before signing "Stop"
"A blind and a mute, cute."
Dimitri is visibly angry, and his hand moves towards his weapon, but he stops when he notices the red dot on his chest.
"I see you still don't leave the house without some backup Miller."
"Are we gonna work together this one last time then?"
Dimitri grumbles before answering "You leave me no real choice, гребаный ублюдок (f*cking bastard)"
Oh my god.
Oh how cringe we all used to be. I’m gonna die of cringe
Dead chat much?
ou're a dead chat
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ruh roh raggy
The Emperor's shuttle descends onto a landing platform in Varela, the heart of the Legion of Mankind. The ramp descends, a slight hiss as the pressure levels out to be perfectly even. The Emperor walks out, clad in black, his heavy fur cloak covering most of his torso, but his medals from his time as a general still proudly displayed. Alongside him walks Adrian, covered almost entirely, not an inch of skin below his neck is visible. Behind, but not far off, several important advisors follow suit, as well as a man in a white uniform, a stark contrast to the black uniforms of his companions. His obnoxiously blonde hair doesn't help keep him subtle either, though he seems not to care, walking around with an air of confidence and smugness, almost as if he takes pleasure in sticking out from the rest of his companions.
4 men in sleek white uniforms walk down the steps to the diplomacy building. On each side are flags of each nation that has ties with the Legion. The flags of the DoP, then DS, then Makasta all wave in the brisk wind that hits the area. The man leading the group of fancily dressed men has a black dress cap on with the red belt and sword in its sheathe.
"Hello your majesty. I am Sir Commodore Weissmann. I am the leading diplomat of this meeting. Now if you may follow me inside we will show you to the meeting table." He motions to follow and then walks up the stairs. "It has been a while since another head of state has been here. The last time was 2 or 3 years ago with President Seto showing off a tech demo"
"That man and his tech demos" the emperor mutters under his breath as he follows Wiessmann. "So Commodore, where you the leading diplomat for the Legion during that meeting as well?"
The man in the white uniform looks around as he follows, taking in the building.
He pauses for a moment thinking of what to say. "Er.. No. The man before me died in a helicopter crash about 12 hours from here. I was offered the job afterwards."
He leads them to a giant iron door and knocks. "Diplomat meeting open up!" The door slowly comes open and the Commodore looks at the ceiling. "Ah good they finished it." Up at the top is a giant painting of the religious symbols of the Legion and past and present leaders of the religion.
The go and sit down at a table with Legion and Deltan flag stands and the guards close the door behind them.
"Shall we get down to it then?"
The man in the white uniform speaks up "Helicopters, nasty little things aren't they?" The Emperor looks at him, though he simply grins in response. Taking his seat, the Emperor looks briefly at the painting on the ceiling before back down to the task at hand. Adrian stands behind the Emperor, a few paces back, motionless, even his breathing unnoticable
The Legion diplomats look at Adrian for a second and return their gaze to the emperor.
"Before we start, we are sorry none of the council members could be here today. They are in a situation at the DoP and Legion border city, Lubeck. No worries though, it is just a visit."
Weissmann clears his throat and pulls out a document. "I would like to propose a trade deal and some other things if you would like. We understand that the Deltans have..... experience in mining correct? The Legion is running low on high quality titanium and we are needing to find a trade partner for it. We have a meeting with the DoP on the matter but we came to you first as we see you as a more beneficial ally to our nation. We also need some high grade rubber and a small amount of rocket fuel."
The Emperor speaks: "Mining and fuel, two things we are familiar with. Yes, we are able to offer up our resources, but what are you proposing in return? A simple trade partnership, or are you perhaps looking for more?"
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