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Id: Treibek, Meskha
D.O.B: 1/07/2107
L.O.B.: Mandelev College
Bio: Artificial Insemination, mother Juliana Treibek, father unknown. Completed grade school through eleventh grade. Withdrew from Mandelev H.S. due to failing grades. Worked in bakery owned by mother. Began political party work in 2125. Given position of assistant to the Governor in 2130. Became governor of Mandelev College in 2140. Petitioned for gain of a faction in 2140. Became faction leader of the Remnant's of Earth faction in 2140. --Current--
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"Provost Zakharov."
Zakharov groggily turned his head towards the door, welcoming the relief to his eyes after staring so intently at his monitor. Ever since he'd gotten aboard the ship, he'd been searching for satellite patches and attempting to send cloak messages to G.L.S.L., or Ground Level Sea Lab, which was the working name for the colony under the sea.
"Yes?"
The young Hive man stood firmly in the doorway. "Chairman Yang wished for you to join him on the bridge, via monitor. He has not joined us on this ship, as the other faction leaders have."
Smart man. "Thank you. I'll be on my way." The man nodded and walked off. Zakharov stood and looked around the guest quarters and saw Shila sleeping soundly on the bed they'd been provided. He ran a finger through her hair and pondered briefly about why she slept. It was obvious she didn't need to…programs don't need sleep. It didn't quite make sense. But then again, Shila has never really made a lot of sense coinciding with her programming. Maybe she's more sentient then I'd ever imagined.
Zakharov let her sleep and walked out into the crowded hallways. Hive ships were much like beehives…they were extremely efficient, but obviously not meant for comfort. Zakharov couldn't even walk down the hallway without bumping into some Hive cadet.
Had he not looked very carefully at the ships map before he'd left his room, he might've missed the bridge for any other door aboard the ship. There was no decal to distinguish the bridge from, say, a Cadet's quarters. Only a small designation was on the door…and even that was hardly distinguishable from anything else, such as the mess hall. He opened the door and walked in.
"Zakharov!!" Yang's face showed on the nearest monitor. "I am happy you are safe. We hadn't planned for Meskha to join the fight, otherwise we would've been there sooner. How was the evacuation?"
Zakharov walked to the empty chair near the monitor and sat down, staring at Yang. "Like a charm, Yang. I owe you a great deal of gratitude for saving my base in so many ways."
Yang smiled. "Do not worry about it, old friend. Your planes made it here, by the way. Shortly after the extraction, your entire force took to flight towards my air carriers. It's a little tight, but we saved a good deal of them."
Zakharov nodded as Yang continued. "There is something else though, which is the reason why I'm so happy you are safe. You see, Deep Sea Base has been destroyed. Not obliterated, utterly razed to nothing. I'm sending you a copy of what was sent to the Planetary Council a mere 10 minutes ago."
Zakharov looked down at the printout next to him…
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From: DSkye.11.11.42
To: PlaCouncil.11.11.42
Gaia's Stepdaughters announce that the University of Planet has been eradicated. Provost Prokhor Zakharov has been lost in the attack of Deep Sea Base, as well as the inhabitants of the base. As front line of attack in this war, and as Planetary Governor, I wish to offer Planet my vote of peace. Never will I attack a faction without proper cause. I wish to reiterate that I was merely acting in defense of my own people, and that of Planet.
-Lady Deirdre Skye of Gaia's Stepdaughters
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Zakharov couldn't help but laugh. "She thinks she eradicated the inhabitants of Deep Sea Lab, as well as me?"
Yang shrugged. "I can't help but wonder what she's thinking. It does put you in a tactical advantage, however. Deirdre has a very potent attack force, but she has neither reason nor the firepower to come to an attack against me. If there's any better place for you to be safe, it's within the walls of the Hive.
Zakharov bowed his head. "Until I can once again face Deirdre, I am forever in your debt."
Yang shook his head. "Forget it, Prokhor. And oh, by the way…". He looked towards another monitor near him and spoke hushed words. Across the room of the bridge, a cadet walked to Zakharov and handed him a small bag. Zakharov was confused, but he thanked the man, and then turned to Yang. Yang smiled and answered the unasked question.
"That would be the seventy-five credits that I owed you from two years ago. I have a feeling you'll need it now more then me." Yang smiled, and then frowned slightly at Zakharov. "My men have been told to bring you to The Hive. We will talk more there, in private. Now, please go get some rest, the look in your eyes makes me tired, myself."
Zakharov smiled and nodded, then turned off his monitor and walked slowly back to his cabin. Once inside, he noticed that Shila wasn't in the room. Probably off playing with fish, he thought as he crawled into the bed and promptly fell asleep. It wasn't until he woke up several hours later that he noticed the girl curled up against him. He smiled and shrugged it off, then went back to dreaming of better days.
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