Chapter 13. Like a Military Coup
"We're leaving." He tosses her pilot suit on the bed.
For a brief moment, she observes him with disbelief.
He's been gone since that failed experiment with nanobots. Abandoned her for good, as she thought.
And yet, here he is, standing right next to her, in the flesh and very real. The Alaya-Vijnana hemispheric adapter gleams faintly on his back. Nervous spasm cripples the most beautiful face she's ever seen.
Aoi doesn't question him. She obliges. As always.
"Plan B." He utters.
There's always plan B. And plan C, in case the previous schemes' fail. Though, she only discovers her instructions when it's time to put them in action.
"Level E, section 42. I want that ancient Mobile Suit. Focus on cleaning the path. Kill everyone in sight. I'll be right behind you." He holds both her guns by the barrels, and Aoi obediently takes them.
The syringe sparkles in his hand. Involuntary, she steps back.
"Don't worry, I'll drive. Now I can handle even that damned Gundam." His right hand is on her shoulder. "Ready?"
She nods, and the light pinprick at the base of her neck changes her world almost instantly.
She's sharply aware of her surroundings.
Her vision is crystal clear; it pierces through the darkest shadows, searching for any living, breathing target.
Her body strains like a coiled spring.
She's nothing but a perfectly engineered trigger begging to be pulled.
Alarms start to scream the moment they leave the living quarters.
Aoi waits. Ten seconds until the artificial gravity turns off.
Then, she charges forward.
Two guards on both sides. Two shots. Two spare clips.
Around the corner and down the central hallway, filled with confused and disoriented personnel getting instructions from guards. She breaks her way through the crowd, shooting almost point-blank, leaving only the trail of corpses behind.
While the majority rushes in panic for locked elevators, Aoi sneaks to the maintenance shaft. Inside, the steel pipe is narrow and pitch black; but the girl maneuvers through it with an elegance of torpedo.
Behind her, he hisses and curses quietly, slowly forcing his much larger body through the cramped space.
Stopping at level E, she kicks the maintenance shaft lid off with a couple of precise punches.
The spacious hall leads directly to the hangar. As expected, it's swarmed with guards in standard shooting positions. Waiting for them.
A piece of cake for Aoi who learned their tactics perfectly.
Her moves are a high speed flawless dance nobody can predict.
Even zero gravity works to her advantage as she jumps, and tumbles, and ducks, and spins through the gushing streams and bubbles of blood.
When Aoi reaches massive hangar doors, there are only two beating hearts in the hall. Hers and his.
He smirks. "No wonder those Gjallarhorn dickheads want to get rid of you. They could never control such power."
While she attaches explosives on the hangar door, he calmly breaks the lock to sector 42.
Strangely, the area inside is dark and unguarded. It looks like it's been abandoned for decades.
The room is enormous and mostly empty. With the exception of the huge, 20 meters high and about 30 tons in weight, Mobile Suit.
Aoi falls to her knees, watching the iron giant, sensing her consciousness fading away under its menacing stare, dissolving into black shadows along with his words.
"I won't ditch you. You're mine."
Aoi woke up to the loud knock on her door.
She rubbed her face and inwardly thanked Orga for those several hours of sleep. Given the circumstances, it was a luxury.
The pilot girl jumped out of the bed and ran to the door.
Eugene was leaning against the wall next to the entrance.
"Hey." He muttered. "I tried WCS but you wouldn't wake up. Orga sent me to bring you to the bridge."
"Okay. I'll just... You know, rinse my face and... That sort of shit."
"I'll wait here."
Aoi stormed to the bathroom, splashed face with cold water and observed herself in the mirror. Touched the small wound on lower lip.
Warmth spread in her belly as she recalled the previous night with Orga.
My... lover? Husband?
Memories of his strong arms around her, of his naked body on top of hers, of his stifled moans almost made Aoi swoon of sheer bliss.
She pulled injured lip between her teeth, trying to get back to reality.
Focus. I've got the princess to save and the treasure to keep.
Aoi sighed heavily and left the quarters to accompany Eugene who led them through corridors of middle deck down to the elevator.
"So..." Deputy Leader managed, staring at her mouth. "You and Orga, huh?"
She stumbled. "Not your business, Eugene."
"Sure it is. Orga belongs to Tekkadan. Has always been."
"I'm pretty fine with that."
"Really?"
She stopped dead in her tracks and observed him from tip to toe. "You are what, jealous or something?"
Eugene blushed in anger. "I just don't want you to fuck everything up! Tekkadan needs Orga the Boss, not Orga the husbando!"
Aoi glared at him heatedly. "I'd die for Orga! Hell, I'd die for any of you! Because I know what really matters to him, and you obviously don't!"
She charged forward, hurrying to the bridge, leaving frustrated Eugene behind.
The bridge reminded Aoi of a complex well-coordinated mechanism working in synchrony under accurate instructions. Everyone seemed completely absorbed in their tasks; nobody even raised a head to greet her. Only Kudelia wordlessly welcomed Aoi and Eugene with sandwiches and cups of fresh coffee.
The pilot girl took a sip, wincing when the hot liquid burnt her wound, and glanced around, trying to guess what happened while she was sleeping and how she can be helpful.
Her gaze lingered on Orga who was standing next to the captain's chair, dominating the place with his strained energy and uneasy attitude.
Their stares met.
Aoi blushed. Her body tensed and stiffened.
Embarrassment was a strange reaction after all they had shared mere hours ago.
Before averting her eyes, the girl noticed the faint color shading his cheeks.
He shifted awkwardly. "How are you?" Thick, uncertain voice sounded quieter than usual.
"Fine, thanks." She glanced downwards. Oddly enough, it felt like making out in public wouldn't be more uncomfortable than his simple concern.
Her gaze continued to wander across the bridge and eventually hinged on Fumitan's straight back. The agreement between Aoi and the maid probably didn't make any sense now. Still, the girl couldn't just blurt out Nobliss' murderous plan without uncovering Fumitan's secret. And that meant, she had to keep her mouth shut. For now, at least.
While Aoi was inwardly musing about her possible options, Merribit stepped into the bridge with a tablet in hands; Ride jumped in straight after her.
"Boss!" Ride yelled, outrunning Merribit on the way to Orga. "Here's the list of our cargo! Checked and rechecked twice!"
"Thanks, Ride." Orga scrolled the list down, his face hard and focused.
"Boss, look, I attached full photo report!" Ride stood on his tiptoes and watched the tablet over Orga's elbow. "Everything is legal and most common on the market. All standard components and modification and serial numbers, straight from the factory! Twenty Union Mobile Workers for fields operation, each one with additional set of ammunition."
"Made in Jovian Sphere?" Orga specified.
"Yes, everything up to the last bolt! Takaki tracked down the factory! It's the largest Euro Electronics' plant on Europa, Jupiter's moon."
"Great work. Now, check out if our guys in the hangar need any help."
"Yes, Boss!" Ride quickly left the bridge.
"Boss." Merribit approached closer. "I inspected the trade documents thoroughly. There's nothing new I can add except the name of the original customer company. It's GN Trading. I've never heard about it before."
Orga tiredly raked a hand through his hair. "Gotcha. Can you get any info on them?"
Merribit nodded shortly. "I can try, yes."
"Thanks."
Aoi gritted her teeth. She could tell a lot about GN Trading, but her awareness would have definitely raised questions she wasn't ready to answer.
Meanwhile, Biscuit drained his cup of tea in one gulp and stood up.
"Orga, I think I'm done with my part." He shifted nervously, adjusting his cap. "And yes, I found something noteworthy. It seems, currently the main topic for the debates in local mass media is the critical conflict between workers and management. Union workers demand better labor conditions, such as fixed hours, disability insurance and wage indexation; while Dort management presses for cutting the budget and reduction of the staff. All in all, the situation isn't much different from what we had back on Mars. But here, the mass media makes it look really troublesome. For instance, recently Dort Independent News went all hysterical about radical groups striving for extreme measures. Someone even suggested an armed revolt as the most possible outcome for this conflict. Thereby, Gjallarhorn promised reinforcement and support in security control."
Biscuit moved closer to his tablet. "If you ask me, I don't really believe the media. I mean, their accusations have no clear proves, only a bunch of pictures. Here. Take a look."
Aoi watched the photos on the central screen. Bleak cityscapes. Dull cubes of identical buildings. Broken, dismantled cars in various stages of corrosion. Withered and cracked trees and bushes.
But the most tragic part was people. Sleeping on the pavements. Ransacking the dumpsters. Hiding from other people. From photographer.
Naturally, graffiti became the essential part in those ghettos. Their plain simple colors desperately appealed to justice from dreary walls.
Stop worker oppression!
Better working condition
RADICAL REFORM NEED
Shame on upper management
"Is that even Dort? A thriving colony, huh?" Eugene frowned. "On Mars, we had a sky at least."
"The slums for Union workers have nothing in common with luxurious apartments and commercial facilities of Dort 3." Biscuit explained.
They continued to watch in silence.
"So, an armed revolt, you say?" Eugene asked anxiously, giving a voice to everyone's concern. "Are we delivering weapons for terrorists?"
"I wouldn't make such hasty conclusions now." Aoi interfered. "The amount of weapon in our cargo bay is enough to equip an army. An army of civilians, as long as I can see. Who probably have never held weapon before and..."
"And who probably are spearheaded by a bunch of terrorists." Eugene interrupted, narrowing his eyes at her. "Why else would they plan an armed revolt?"
"We know nothing about their plans." Aoi reminded him calmly. "What we do know is that desperate times call for desperate measures, so..."
"Desperation won't buy you a rifle! And a revolt is not a walk in the park! Without basic knowledge of tactics..."
"Enough, you two." Orga snapped. "This internal conflict doesn't concern us. Right now, our real problem is Teiwaz' delivery contract. We can't drop it because it would hurt Tekkadan's reputation, and we might lose Teiwaz' support as a result. We can't fulfill it, either; under current conditions, payment included, it obviously doesn't fit the risks."
"Maybe, Mr Turbine can give an advice on the matter." Biscuit prompted cautiously.
"I'm going to discuss the situation with him. When the time is right." Orga cut off.
"You think, Mr Turbine might be somehow involved?.." Biscuit's eyes widened.
Dark shadow fell upon Orga's forehead. "I will know if he lies." He took a small pause. "Anyway, thanks for the input on Union workers, Biscuit. Dante, how's your progress?"
The cyber squad chief straightened up. "Sorry, Boss, I don't think we're able to bypass Dort security system from here. But we'll keep on trying. As for your other requests, they are all done. Care to take a look?"
"Make it short."
"I'll try. So, a few words about the colony design first. It is improved version of the O'Neill cylinder concept. The hollow tube rotates around its central axis; the rotation creates artificial gravity; the modern bearing system prevents friction, making the whole thing work practically for eternity. All colonies are situated in Lagrange point 2."
"Lagrange 2?.." Kudelia asked uncertainly. "What's this?"
"It's the point of gravitational equilibrium in the Sun-Earth system. One of the five, actually." Biscuit cleared. "An object of relatively small mass will hold its position in such point, no fuel needed. However, Lagrange 2 isn't completely stable. Dort colonies have to correct their course periodically. They must have engines, right, Dante?"
"Yep. They turn them on, like, once in a month, to put the stuff back on its track. And that's why each colony is equipped with Ahab Reactor. Only Ahab Reactor is powerful enough to make such large construction fly."
"But how can they use it? Ahab Waves are harmful for city infrastructures and communications, right?" Eugene asked hesitantly.
"Good question. Here, take a look." Dante projected the blueprints on the central screen. "Apparently, the colonies were designed with that thought in mind. The technologies are no different from those we use in any spacecraft. No wireless communications, only LCS and WCS."
Orga moved to the screen, closely examining the blueprints. "Looks like they use the Ahab Reactor as a power plant, too. Details?"
"Actually, it's the main power source in the colony." Dante specified. "Reasonable enough, considering they only need it for the engines once in a month. Of course, there's a secondary power source - a bunch of alternators, which convert mechanical energy of rotation to electricity and accumulate it in batteries. Usually, those batteries only work during the process of course correction, while all the power from Reactor fires up the engines."
"Controls?" Orga frowned.
"Everything works automatically; the processes are synchronized for all colonies. Though, for each colony there's a manual override, in case of emergency. It turns on the engines and switches the power from Reactor to secondary source."
"How it works?"
"Well, first, you should execute override instructions via isolated console in the maintenance area near the Ahab Reactor. Second, you need a confirmation signal from the security hub in the Dort Company HQ at Dort 3."
"And then - a colony can be moved away? Independently? To any random place?"
"In theory... yes. But, Boss... It's very risky. Especially considering the amount of people who live there." Dante glanced downwards.
"I know." Orga's frown went deeper. "However, I need to find their weakest spot." He rubbed his face tiredly. "What about the infrastructures? Ventilation? Sewers? Life support?"
Dante highlighted the said systems on the screen. "The access points are heavily guarded by wardens and security systems, camera surveillance included. The pipes for all infrastructures are too narrow even for rats; such minimalistic design helps to save space. Because of that, all repairs are quite expensive - they have to replace the whole blocks instead of fixing the broken parts."
"Got it." Orga nodded.
Obviously, Tekkadan Leader had a lot on his mind; his thoughtful silence interrupted Dante who clearly wasn't sure about continuing the report.
Aoi stepped closer to the screen, her finger pointed at the central axis of the colony.
"So, the rotation gives the artificial gravity and alternate power source." She clarified. "What about that shaft straight in the central area? Is that the main transport hub?"
"Exactly. Centrifugal force grants gravity on the inner surface of the cylinder, but it also means zero gravity in the central area. This shaft contains several transport systems: Passenger, freight and emergency."
"It also means zero gravity in docks, right?" Aoi arched an eyebrow.
"Yeah. In the whole maintenance area, actually."
"How the transport systems work?" Orga inquired.
"Passenger and freight transport systems function 24/7 by the schedule. The emergency transport works on demand; it's controlled by Gjallarhorn's security, so..."
"I get it. Can't use it." Orga interrupted him and tilted his head. "Anything else?"
Dante lowered his head. He looked clearly disappointed with his failure to break through the security systems. "I guess, that's it, Boss. For now."
"Thanks for the good work. Keep it up." Orga smiled encouragingly.
Merribit stormed into the bridge.
"Boss, I've just found out that GN Trading belongs to Gordon Nobliss." She blurted out, almost breathless from her fast run.
Her words made an effect of a dropped bomb.
The deafening silence fell on the bridge. Biscuit, Eugene, Dante and even Chad watched Orga with widened eyes. Kudelia lowered her head.
"What the fucking motherfucker..." Eugene breathed out.
Orga tensed. "Details?"
"GN Trading has a license to buy, sell and distribute Teiwaz' armaments in the Outer Sphere. Apparently, they officially bought the weapons from Teiwaz' subsidiary, Euro Electronics. Another Teiwaz' subsidiary, JPT Trust, should have made the delivery for some Martian PMC. But it never happened. Everything's in our cargo bay instead."
Orga straightened and clenched his fists. A devilish smirk twisted his lips. "A trap, then." Determination boomed in his steady voice. "I don't care who set this trap. There's nothing new in being disposable tools. There's nothing new in surviving, either. Let's show 'em both Teiwaz and Gordon Nobliss how the Space Rats handle such shit."
Already familiar feeling tightened Aoi's chest.
For him, there's nothing I can't do.
Tekkadan Leader stepped to the captain's chair and took his place in it.
"Eugene, get back to piloting and let me know the time of arrival to Dort 2. Biscuit, prepare the hangar status report. Chad, put the Hammerhead online. Tell them I wanna talk to Naze."
And just like this, everyone got back in motion.
Aoi shifted to his right. Merribit stood behind the chair.
"ETA is about 60 minutes." Eugene informed.
"Hammerhead's online." Chad reported and continued to work over the consoles.
"Put Naze through." Orga commanded.
The central screen highlighted with picture of the Hammerhead's bridge. Naze was sitting in his chair, looking rather disheveled in clothes quickly put on but wearing his well-known smug smile nonetheless. A girl's hand to his left reached out for him with a cup of coffee.
"Little brother." Naze drawled, smirking and sipping black liquid. "You've just pulled me out of the bed. Hopefully, for a good reason?"
"Aniki." Orga stated calmly. "I've got weapons in my cargo bay. A lot."
Naze glanced at Aoi and arched both of his eyebrows in amusement. "Is that some fresh slang expression?.. In that case, I don't want to know. Spare me the details."
Orga didn't bat an eye. "Here. I'm sending you the full list. Take a look."
"Orga, what are you talking about?" Naze ended his coffee in one gulp and reached out for a tablet. "I've overslept the annual sale of the Outer Sphere?"
"I'm talking about Teiwaz' cargo." Orga glared at the screen.
Naze knit his brows, scrolled the tablet down and observed Orga with darkened stare. "What exactly did you find out?"
"According the papers, some company named GN Trading bought weapons from Euro Electronics. JPT Trust should have delivered those on Mars, but Teiwaz loaded them into my cargo bay instead." Orga narrowed his eyes. "By the way, the owner of GN Trading is Gordon Nobliss, the sponsor of Kudelia Aina Bernstein's mission."
Naze frowned and tapped his fingers on the chair's arm. "What are you going to do?"
"I'm definitely not going to put everyone at risk. It is smuggling; and we have to obey the law here. You said it yourself." Orga squeezed the chair's arms.
"Fair enough." Naze scratched his chin. "Listen carefully, Orga. I'm going to organize a meeting for all of us on Dort 6 via QCCS call. Old Man, you, Ms Stapleton and myself. Hopefully, we'll find the solution. Just give me a couple of hours."
"Okay."
"And Orga... I probably shouldn't tell you that but it looks like a trap. Try to buy me some time. Stall the cargo on board for now. Whatever it takes." Naze rubbed his forehead and smiled tiredly. "You just can't stay away from troubles, right, little brother?.. Of course, I'll support your every decision. See you soon, at Teiwaz' HQ on Dort 6. And... good luck, bro."
"Thank you, Aniki." Orga closed his eyes and tilted the head in a small bow.
The central screen went dark.
Tekkadan Leader stood up and slowly looked around the bridge. Everyone was watching him, waiting for his decision. Aoi was watching him in awe, amazed with his courage and power.
His jawline hardened. "A trap, huh. Even if it is a trap, we'll crush them, trap and all. Words have never helped us to survive, but let's stick to Aniki's plan for now."
Aoi couldn't help but notice traces of exhaustion on his face.
The pilot girl took the large thermos bottle and poured herself a cup; then, after a small thought, made another one for Orga. He nodded in appreciation and took a cup from her hand. Their fingers touched.
Their stares met.
Aoi felt her lips tremble.
She wanted him in her arms. Even if it would send the rest of the world straight to hell.
I've been down on the bottom of the world full of lies
I ain't lookin' for nothin' in anyone's eyes
Sometimes my burden is more than I can bear
It's not dark yet but it's gettin' there
She knew she could never have him.
Orga parted his lips as if wishing to say something; and Aoi inwardly prepared herself to cheer him up, to tell him that everything's going to be okay. But Chad was faster.
"Boss! Dort 2 controller is online!"
Through the transparent panel, Aoi watched the colossal rotating tube of the colony. The flag of African Union stood out notably on the steel surface.
"Eugene?" Orga returned to his chair.
"ETA is about half an hour, including approaching and docking maneuvers."
"Go on. Chad, put the voice through."
"Hello, this is Dort 2 controller on duty speaking. Our greetings to Tekkadan. Your guide's id number is 0035. Please, follow our shuttle to complete docking maneuver."
"Hello, controller. This is Orga Itsuka, the Boss of Tekkadan and the captain of Isaribi. We didn't expect you here waiting for us."
"How could we not? Your arrival is the best news in those hard times. We can't wait to welcome our young heroes."
"Heroes, huh?.." Eugene muttered quietly.
"Thank you for your hospitality." Orga folded hands on his chest. "I've got a favor to ask. We'd like to meet our client abroad my ship, for cargo safety checking. Due to the incident with pirates in the Asteroid Belt, several containers might be damaged."
"Sorry to hear about such risky situation. I'm sure your request will be satisfied. Stay online."
"Thank you. Please, guide us."
Eugene effortlessly moved the Isaribi after the small shuttle to the freight dock. Then, he completed the docking maneuver with leveling the speed and course of the ship.
"Your pilot is a real pro!" The Dort 2 controller praised Eugene's skills. "Now, accepting the airgate. Okay. That's it. Please, stay put while I'm contacting our administration regarding your request."
The communication went offline.
"Alrighty now." Orga pushed himself out of the chair. "Let's roll in."
Aoi glanced around the cargo bay, counting Teiwaz' boxes. They looked less sinister under the harsh lights but the smell was still there.
The smell of greased steel. Of unavoidable death.
Or it was only her imagination.
Biscuit, Eugene, Shino, Chad and even Orga - everyone looked confused and uneasy. They had expected to meet terrorists. Or political radicals. Or brain-washed extremists. But definitely not the seven tired men in Union workers' uniform who looked at Tekkadan group with hope and deep reverence.
Mikazuki stood aside, calmly chewing the usual snacks, his face unreadable, his right hand deep in the jacket pocket.
Orga stepped forward, reaching out his hand. "Hello, I'm Orga Itsuka, the Boss of Tekkadan and the captain of this ship. You've already met my deputy, Eugene Sevenstark - he brought you here."
"Hello, Mr Itsuka. My name is Navona Mingo. Nice to meet you." The oldest man shook Orga's hand. "I'm the Union workers' Leader. And here are my deputies: Katsuya Honda and Wakana Sawamura. First of all, let me to express our greatest thanks for your hard work. It can't be overemphasized."
A confused expression settled over Tekkadan Leader's face. "It's just... you know, our job."
"And you really are young. Putting your lives at risk at such age must be tough. Though, we wouldn't expect less from Ms Bernstein's escort." The man's gaze lingered on Aoi. "Are you Miss Kudelia Aina Bernstein?"
"Holy fuck, no." Aoi pursed her lips.
"You know that Tekkadan is escorting Ms Kudelia?" Orga tensed.
"Yes, but of course! Ms Kudelia is the famous goddess of Mars Independence Movement, everyone here knows about her. For us workers, she's the symbol of hope. And of course we know about Tekkadan, that young band of knights who protects Ms Kudelia on her mission to Earth." Enthusiasm was so clear in Navona's voice it could melt away the very definition of skepticism.
And it only fueled Orga's confusion.
"What's a band of knights?" Shino whispered quietly next to Aoi.
"Shush. Later." Aoi poked him with her elbow.
"So, thanks again for coming." Navona bowed slightly. "Now, regarding your request..."
"Yes." Orga gestured around the cargo bay. "We had an incident with pirates on the way here. Because of it, I want you to ensure the cargo safety first. It might need the full inventory check, too. Before unloading, that is."
"If you think this is necessary..."
"Considering this job, I'd like to avoid any possible troubles. And I have to stay in docks anyway. Ship maintenance." Orga tilted his head and handed the tablet over to Navona. "Here's the list; please, check it out."
The leader of Union workers nodded, scrolling the list down. "Your list seems fine, though. Here's everything we've been promised."
Orga arched an eyebrow. "By the way... I know I'm in no position to ask but... Since we risked our lives to get the cargo in, maybe you tell me why do you need such large amount of weapons here on Dort 2?"
"We're going to use it in our demonstration against company's management. Ms Kudelia Aina Bernstein inspired us to fight for our rights. Our previous methods failed to work out; strikes and peaceful demonstrations always ended up with mass arrests." Navona sighed and shook his head. "I don't actually like it myself, but this time I'm going to lead the armed demonstration. If we have weapons, Gjallarhorn won't be able to arrest us so easily. That gives us a chance for negotiations."
Suddenly, Eugene stepped forward, closer to the older man. "Armed demonstration? A single person in the armed crowd is enough to create provocation! One accidental shot in the air would be enough for Gjallarhorn to rake you guys with fire! Have you even thought that your demonstration might end as a total massacre?"
Orga put his left hand on Eugene's shoulder, keeping him in place. "It's not for us to decide." He said. "Sorry, Mr Mingo."
"Actually, Mr Sevenstark has a point. And while we are ready to die in the battle for better future, nobody wants their deaths to go in vain." Suddenly, Navona took a deep bow before Orga. "Please, Mr Itsuka, lead us into this battle, as our supporter suggested. We've been told about Tekkadan's great fight experience; and honestly... you're our only hope."
Orga's eyes widened. He clenched his fists. "What's your supporter's name? Gordon Nobliss?"
"I don't know the name. I've just heard they're Ms Kudelia's proxy."
Orga gritted his teeth and observed Navona closely. "Let's have a chat while your people are checking the cargo. Is that okay?"
"Sure."
"Shino, stay here in case our guests need a help. Others, proceed to the mess hall."
In contrast to grim and sterile aura of the cargo bay, the mess hall felt like home, sloppy and cozy, dotted with familiar graffiti. Both Atra and Kudelia were fussing around the kitchen making drinks and meals.
The Revolutionary Maiden didn't look like her usual elegant self. Her face and clothes were stained; her long shiny hair was put up in a simple careless bun; her hands were dirty with some kitchen stuff.
And yet, Navona's gaze froze on her.
Orga obviously noticed that. "Mr Mingo, let me introduce you Ms Kudelia Aina Bernstein. Ms Kudelia, this is Mr Navona Mingo, the Leader of Union workers."
Kudelia blushed, quickly cleaned her hands and stepped to Navona.
"Nice to me you." She reached out her hand.
"Likewise." The older man shook the hand energetically. "It's such a pleasure to meet you, Ms Bernstein. We're deeply impressed with your mission."
"I'm trying my best. Please, Mr Mingo, take a sit."
Kudelia took place next to Orga, opposite Navona; Aoi sat close to Mikazuki, guarding the entrance. Both Biscuit and Eugene hesitantly stood behind Orga's back.
"I'd like to hear the detailed version of the situation." Orga stated. "Especially if you wish us to interfere."
Navona nodded and stirred sugar in his cup of tea. "That's understandable. So... African Union tries to keep colonies' image and reputation impeccable, under the auspices of Earth, of course. They talk about profits and investments and prosperity, for everyone, now and in the future. But we've never been a part of it and will never be. We're born to live and die in poverty, with no hope for better future. We're made to work for the lowest payment. Any physical disability or illness means loss of work, loss of our only source of survival. Nobody gets insurance in case of traumatic or death accidents in the workplace. As you see, Union workers are nothing but disposable tools."
Eugene folded his hands on the chest. "Sounds familiar."
Orga nodded and looked at Navona, encouraging him to go on.
"People like us can't dream, you know." Navona sighed. "That's what we thought, at least. But one day, a star of hope rose and shone on us. Ms Kudelia influenced a head of an economic bloc of Earth. A voice of a young girl made a powerful force to consider the changes it was promising. How could we ignore that? How could we ignore that chance to build the better future for us and our kids?"
"You don't build anything with weapons in hands." Biscuit uttered quietly.
Navona lowered his head. "Perhaps. But weapons are our last resort. We tried everything possible to get the company out onto the negotiation table. And even now, there are many union members who call out for extreme actions. They can revolt at any time. I can't hold them back forever."
"How many people with combat experience do you have?" Orga narrowed his eyes at Navona. "Has anyone even held the gun before?"
"We're amateurs when it comes to fighting." Navona glanced downwards. "Otherwise, I wouldn't ask young fellows still in their teens to lead us into battle."
"You said your supporter suggested that." Orga tilted his head.
"That's true. They implied that Ms Kudelia herself might wish to guide us, like a symbol of freedom, like Joan of Arc."
Orga raised an eyebrow and looked at Kudelia questioningly, but the girl kept silent.
"As I see it, your armed demonstration is just a chance for Gjallarhorn to get rid of all malcontents. You are no match for them." Tekkadan Leader stated at last. "They advance in numbers. In reinforcements, such as Arianrhod Fleet. Even in local support, from security to mass media. It's not the way to build the future you dream about."
"And yet... Maybe, you are too young to remember the success of the Amalthea Grains strike ten years ago? They actually won the battle against Gjallarhorn and earned their independence."
"They won because Gjallarhorn's reinforcements never came, nobody knows why." Orga cut Navona off. "Also, rumor has it Teiwaz sponsored the whole war operation. As to Amalthea Grains, it became Teiwaz' subsidiary soon after the victory. Hardly an independence, after all."
The mess hall drowned in stifling silence and confusion.
Navona sighed. "I'm sorry for asking for your help, Mr Itsuka. Indeed, nobody of you should die for us. It was a selfish request. Please, forget it."
Kudelia abruptly stood up. Her eyes were shining with violet fire. Her hands were settled on the table between Orga and Navona.
"I'm staying." She said simply. "The better future I promised for Martian people starts here. Now, after everything I've been through, it would be hypocritical to leave Dort behind. If I don't help people here, no one will trust my word again."
Orga closed his eyes; a dark shadow fell across his face. Bitterness was clear in his voice. "Even if we all end up dead?"
Kudelia glanced downwards. "Tekkadan doesn't have to support my every decision. Unload the cargo and return to Mars. It would be the best, for everyone."
Orga gritted his teeth. "No. I can't do that. We are partners. And partners always stay together, for good... and for the worst. I'll try to find a way."
Kudelia gave him a warm smile. "Thank you, Orga."
Tekkadan Leader straightened his back and drained his cup in one gulp.
"Alrighty then. Let's start over. There must be something you haven't tried." Orga said, rubbing his face. "Mr Mingo, is there a liaison between workers and management? Someone who's responsible for establishing the dialogue?"
"Yes, that young talented guy from the slums. He was adopted by a rich family, and eventually became a company executive. He should act as a mediator in our negotiations, but in reality he just ignores our requests."
"What's his name? How can we contact him?" Orga inquired.
"His name is Savarin Canele. You can find his contacts in Dort 3 HQ staff list."
Biscuit quickly tapped the tablet. "Orga... It's my big brother." He hid his face under the cap. "Remember I asked for a day off recently? I planned to visit him. I mean, I haven't kept in touch with him for years, I didn't even know if he was still here; and yet, I couldn't just miss an opportunity to meet him."
"Union workers consider him the man from the other side now, a part of the oppressive management." Navona shook his head. "But no one can read a person's heart. Maybe, he wishes to help but can't work outside company's instructions."
Biscuit glanced downwards. "Is it weird to feel proud for him, despite the circumstances?.."
"No." Orga said quietly.
"Even at the age of sixteen he already helped to feed the family. I was just a toddler then." Biscuit closed his eyes. "I wish I could at least thank him for doing his best at those tough times."
Orga observed Biscuit intently. "Maybe, you'll get your chance. Let's welcome Mr Canele abroad the Isaribi. Nicely."
"Orga... What do you suggest?" Biscuit widened his eyes in surprise.
"Tekkadan can grant a neutral territory for negotiations between Mr Canele and Mr Mingo. Let them hear each other first. Even a mediocre peace is better than a glorious war. Right, Mr Mingo?"
"I couldn't agree more." Navona tilted his head in a small bow.
"Let's make an agreement, then. Mr Mingo, keep the weapons in my cargo bay until you talk to Mr Canele. I don't want anyone else to use it, especially for more extreme actions, as you implied. In exchange, I promise you Tekkadan's support to achieve your goals. Is that okay?"
"That does sound constructive." Navona nodded.
"Good."
"Then, I'll invite Mr Canele in." Aoi interfered.
"No." Orga narrowed his eyes. "Biscuit and Mika will do just fine."
"There's a chance that Gjallarhorn's security can identify you guys." Aoi glared at Orga. "I'm an outsider. Gjallarhorn doesn't know I'm in Tekkadan. With a fake id I can sneak into Dort 3 easily."
"Fine. But it's a bad idea to go alone." Orga gritted his teeth.
"I'm better off on my own." Aoi objected. "And our options are limited. Due to your history with Gjallarhorn, all Tekkadan members from Mars might be compromised. Kids from cyber squad are too... noticeable. Who else? Ms Merribit?"
"Masahiro Altland." Orga retorted. "I'll ask him to accompany you. End of discussion."
"I feel myself naked." Aoi grumbled, shivering in silken clouds of the very new and very expensive looking kimono. "Our cargo bay is crammed with weapons, and I'm not allowed to take even a revolver? I could attach one to my upper thigh, just in case. Pretty please?"
"Discreet, remember? Any weapon would alert the security system in the common passenger docks." Kudelia said, applying black mascara on Aoi's eyelashes. "And stand still, please. I've only practiced this once. On my favorite doll."
Aoi hemmed.
Meanwhile, Fumitan finished arranging her black long tresses into stylish bun and secured it with elegant golden hairpin.
"Okay, we're done." Kudelia smiled. "You look really pretty."
Aoi took a step back to get a better view in the full-size mirror.
She looked like a porcelain doll.
The azure kimono with large purple flowers pattern emphasized the whiteness of her skin. The hairstyle outlined the perfect oval of her face. The make-up visibly enlarged her eyes. The bloody red lipstick accented her mouth and covered the wound up.
The door slid aside.
Orga stepped behind her back, watching them both in the mirror. His face hardened.
Aoi parted her lips in surprise. She couldn't help but notice how perfectly his traditional ceremonial clothes harmonized with her borrowed kimono. They look almost like a negative of each other.
Beautiful.
"What's up with the masquerade? I thought you were going to meet Naze and others." She arched her eyebrows. "Isn't it just a matter of business?"
Orga shrugged. "Anything can happen. Including the termination of business relationship with Teiwaz."
"That's..."
"Unlikely, actually. I hope Aniki's support is enough to keep us in game."
He shifted closer, almost touching her back with his front, surrounding her with his warmth and scent. His eyes found hers in the mirror.
"Here's your fake id." Orga said quietly. "Masahiro is ready, so..."
"Yeah, I'm ready, too. When are you leaving for Dort 6?" Aoi quirked an eyebrow.
"As soon as possible."
"Good luck, then. Let's do our best."
"Yeah." He hesitated, looking at her with an unusual expression on his face. "Look, Aoi... Take care, okay?"
Her heart jumped and danced in her chest.
"Sure thing." She smiled. "You too. Don't let them old foxes fuck everything up."
He returned the smile. "I won't."
The flight to Dort 3 was long and silent. Aoi felt ridiculous in her luxurious clothes. It was uncomfortable to move. Each step in the weird shoes (zori, she reminded to herself) demanded full concentration.
Out of habit, she pulled her lower lip between the teeth and almost cursed out loud, sensing the taste of lipstick. Kudelia specifically had chosen the blood red tone to cover up her injury; and Aoi needed to keep the pigment from fading away.
She couldn't lick her lips properly.
Or scratch an eye.
As if the awkwardness wasn't enough, Masahiro silently scrutinized the floor under his feet, ignoring Aoi's attempts to start a dialogue with series of hms and uhms.
In contrast to their dejected trip, she felt relatively relaxed in the populous passenger port of Dort 3. Azee had given her straightforward instructions about the papers and migration routine; and Aoi confidently maneuvered both of them through all bureaucratic procedures.
Their taxi smoothly flowed in a well-ordered stream of other cars and transport. Through its tinted glass, Aoi observed the city, startled with the drastic difference between it and pictures of Dort 2 she had seen. Green parks and mowed lawns, playgrounds and recreation areas, luxurious stores and tasteful townhouses looked even more glamorous than Saisei.
The taxi stopped close to small cafe with opened terrace.
"The Pars Sweets." Aoi read the ornamented sign. "Let's take a sit, Masahiro. We've got some time and money to spend."
The pilot girl chose a table next to the exit and took a menu. Masahiro mirrored her action.
"Well, looks like a different language to me." She mused. "Chocolate parfait... At least, I've heard about chocolate. What about you, Masahiro?"
He blushed and scowled. "I can't read that."
"Need any help?"
"No."
"Your lack of talkativeness reminds me of Akihiro. Really." Aoi sighed and smiled. "Show some courage, Altland. Point your finger at some random shit in this menu and accept the fate."
Masahiro shrugged. "Whatever."
Aoi made her order. Masahiro ended up with choosing plain water.
"So, this Savarin guy lives in that building across the street." Aoi said, observing the ordinary looking house. "Cozy apartments, nice neighborhood. Let's keep our eyes open. He should return from his job soon."
"Yeah."
"I've got doubts about our legend, though. Will he believe us? Brothers' reunion? I mean, he didn't even try to contact his family. Why start now?"
Masahiro shrugged. "Don't ask me. Maybe, it's just natural for older brothers."
"Okay, sorry for hitting the brother issue button."
"I don't have any issues."
"Akihiro's a nice guy, you know. You're really lucky."
"Yeah, yeah. Lafter says the same. Obviously, they spend a lot of time together."
"Now you're just jealous."
"You know what? I'm not. Aston and Derma and other guys feel more like my family anyway."
"But..."
"Just stop it, okay?" Masahiro furrowed his brows. "If this Savarin guy rejects to go willingly, we'll just take him by force."
"Right. I'll knock him out."
"I'll pack him in a taxi."
"Deal."
"Deal."
They sat in silence until the meal arrived.
Aoi's dessert looked like a monument to gluttony. Especially next to Masahiro's ascetic glass of water.
"Wow. It's enormous. Sure you want nothing? I can share." She delved her spoon into the white souffle-like top decorated with chunky chocolate chips. "Delicious!"
Masahiro knit his thick brows and glanced away. "No. We're on a mission. You should be more careful."
"Nah. Our mission is to look careless and harmless, like common teenagers from a well-off family. Relax a bit. If you don't stop looking at people like this they'll run away and call the guards." Aoi fished a large stick of chocolate out of her dessert. "Here. Take a bite."
Masahiro grumbled something unintelligible but took the treat anyway. His stare stayed glued to the opposite building.
Aoi sighed. Her gaze casually wandered around the cafeteria area, noticing and memorizing all the small details, as usual.
The man with a flower basket, who was roaming among the tables and offering small bouquets, looked somewhat odd; though, she couldn't really explain why. Maybe, his ridiculous mustache was the reason.
In a few minutes, he was next to their table; and Aoi prepared to politely reject the flowers.
"Beautiful lady." The man mused. "And young gentleman. Can I offer you this fresh gift of spring?"
"We're not interested in buying anything." Aoi cut him off quickly.
"Your rejection breaks my heart." The man smiled cunningly. "What about the iron flower that never wilts, then?"
Aoi startled at the sound of it and observed the small astra-like metallic trinket the man put next to her cup.
"It's a real chrome plated ferrum; I designed it myself. A hobby of mine, you know. You can wear it as a brooch or just put it in your pocket, as a good luck charm." The odd mustache man explained.
"I told you..."
"Oh, it's a gift. I wouldn't just sell my hobby around, now would I? Take it, beautiful lady. Sometimes we need all the luck we can get." He turned around and walked away faster than Aoi could object.
"You'd better get rid of it." Masahiro frowned. "The guy's a creep. It might be a bug or something."
Aoi placed the heavy flower on her palm. "I wanna keep it. However, you've got the point. I'll give it to Dante for checking out, just in case."
She was finishing her dessert when a tall brown haired man climbed out of a city bus and walked towards the building.
Masahiro stood up and offered her his hand. "It's him. Let's go, big sis."
They caught up with Biscuit's brother just right next to his door.
"Mr Savarin Canele?" Aoi arched her eyebrow, trying to put on businesslike expression.
Savarin involuntary stepped back and glanced around; then, he returned his stare to Aoi. The look on his face feigned polite interest. "That's right. How can I be helpful?"
"Hello, my name is Aoi Augus. I'm entrusted with organizing a meeting between you and your brother, Biscuit Griffon. Privately, of course. Would you prefer to follow me right away or give him a call first? In case of latter, I could set up an encrypted channel for you."
A small handgun sparkled in Savarin's hand as he pulled it from his suit pants pocket.
"I've got a better offer." His cold blue eyes narrowed. "Why don't you both follow me to meet the security? I'm fully aware about my brother's crimes; and it's absolutely clear to me that you are the only reason for them, Ms Kudelia Aina Bernstein!"
"Fuck, not again." The absurdity of situation caught Aoi off guard, completely. She forgot about her feminine looks and peaceful surroundings. She forgot about the gun staring at her stomach.
"Aoi." Thankfully, Masahiro's warning tone put an end to her stupor. His voice also distracted Savarin, who turned his head aside to glance at the boy.
It was enough for Aoi. The pilot girl sighed and struck the man's neck with a precise punch. Masahiro easily caught Savarin's unconscious body.
"Get a taxi." The boy said to Aoi.
"Welcome him. Nicely." Orga repeated with a sigh and looked at Aoi reproachfully. "Because we wanted him to cooperate."
Savarin snored peacefully on the floor.
"He wouldn't cooperate." Aoi pouted. "Right, Masahiro?"
"Yeah. The guy's a dick." Masahiro furrowed his brows.
"He's my brother." Biscuit glanced aside, clenching his fists.
"Sorry. But it was the only way. Unlike myself, he had a gun." Aoi folded hands on her chest. "And he called me Kudelia. As if once per day isn't enough."
"A gun." Orga echoed. "Why?"
"He wanted to give us over to the security. Well, not actually us but Kudelia." Aoi clarified. "He also said something about being aware of his brother's crimes."
"Meaning, he's well informed. About Tekkadan, Ms Kudelia, our mission and what-not." Orga said thoughtfully. "Biscuit, Mika, take him to any empty quarters and let him rest until he's ready to talk. I'll be waiting in the mess hall."
Orga strode down the hallway to the elevator; Aoi rushed after him, almost tripping over because of her irritating clothes.
"Orga! What about your meeting with Teiwaz? What did you guys decide?"
He didn't stop walking. Didn't even glance at her. "Could be worse." His voice sounded strained. "In short, Barriston said that the job must be done no matter what. He agreed to compensate all our losses, though. Also, I haggled over our payment. Barriston is going to double it; right now, Merribit is working on the amending agreement."
Aoi looked at him closely. It wasn't just tiredness sharpening his face. Under his usual purposeful and determined expression, there was something new. Something she didn't like at all. Something that gave her the feeling of impending disaster.
But aloud, she said. "That's good. Isn't it?"
Orga shrugged. "I'd prefer our jobs safe and cheap. Instead, I just gamble with your lives. That can't be good."
"Hey, Orga." She touched his elbow, and he stopped in his tracks. "Just do your job. Leave the rest for us. We kick ass, you know."
He grinned bitterly. "I know."
Tekkadan cargo pants, jacket and heavy boots felt like second skin to Aoi, in comparison to the expensive clothes Kudelia had lent her.
The pilot girl hummed an easy tune while cleaning the make-up off her face.
She pulled the golden hairpin out and looked thoughtfully at the flower ornament on the expensive accessory.
Aoi almost forgot about the iron flower brooch.
She found Dante on the bridge where he was still trying to bypass the security system.
"Hey Dante, I know the time is probably super wrong but... Could you do me a favor?" Aoi asked hesitantly.
"Everything for the girl." Dante smiled tiredly. "The Boss told me not to focus on impossible anyway. What have you got for me?"
"This... thing." She fished the metallic trinket out of her pocket and suddenly felt a blush covering her cheeks. "I mean, some random guy at Dort 3 gave it to me, and I thought it's better be safe than sorry, and..."
"Say no more." Dante smiled widely and winked at her. "Feel free to bring me your every suspicious treasure, even if it's the wedding ring."
Her blush deepened. "It's not... Well... It's just..."
"I won't tell anyone." Dante whispered loudly, making the whole cyber squad laugh.
"Assholes." Aoi smirked and left the bridge.
The mess hall was crowded but quiet at the same time.
Orga was sipping his coffee, calm and thoughtful; next to him, Eugene looked especially nervous and agitated. Akihiro was sitting at the entrance, his stare focused on the tablet. Kudelia was stirring sugar and cream in her cup; she seemed even more tired and distressed than before. Fumitan was sitting in the far corner, alone and imperturbable as always.
Aoi took a cup for herself and sat next to Akihiro.
"Your bro is a cool cat, you know." She mentioned matter-of-factly.
"Thanks for taking care of him." Akihiro glanced at her. "Me and Masahiro... We're trying to get along. It's not easy sometimes."
Aoi shrugged. "They say, time heals all sorts of shit."
Akihiro nodded. "Lafter says the same."
"Where's Navona? And that dickhead, Savarin? Did I miss something?"
"Biscuit called recently, he and his brother are going to be here at any moment. As for Navona, Orga's just informed him about Savarin. I believe, it'll take him some time to get here."
"Isn't he in the cargo bay along with his co-workers?"
"They finished checking the inventory out and left while you were at Dort 3."
"Oh. Thanks."
At this moment, Biscuit and Savarin entered the mess hall. Both of them sat at the Orga's table.
"Hello, Mr Canele." Orga said. "I'm Orga Itsuka, the Boss of Tekkadan and the captain of Isaribi. Sorry about the... malentendu."
"Malentendu?!" Savarin angrily spat the word out. "You broke everything! My plans, my career, my whole life! You kidnapped me! Malentendu is a huge understatement!"
Orga tightened his lips. "We wish you no harm."
"You've already done enough! Of course, Dort security knows where your ship is docked and what's on board. And of course, they keep an eye on you. And now they know about me being here as well. Which means I can say goodbye to my job right the fuck now!" Savarin brought his fists down on the table. "Biscuit... How could you end up with such people? Was I that bad example for you?"
Biscuit stepped back from the table. "I wouldn't know, actually. I haven't seen you since I was a toddler. I remember you... different."
"We are brothers, still. Let me help you. Kudelia Aina Bernstein and Tekkadan must give themselves up to Gjallarhorn. For them, it's the only way to survive. And for you it's the only way to keep your freedom. Help me to help you." Savarin reached out his hand to his brother.
Biscuit folded his hands behind his back and stepped even further away. "No." He said simply. "I've got a better offer for you. We're waiting for Mr Navona Mingo to arrive soon. Why don't you recall your professional duties and hear him out first? After all, you've been neglecting your task as a mediator for years."
Savarin laughed stiffly. "Who needs to listen to this clown? He still believes in magic and unicorns! Idealistic concepts exist only for fools who are easy to manipulate. In reality, you should take care of yourself first."
Biscuit lowered his head. "I see. That's why you've never even tried to contact us. Grandma Sakura... Cookie and Cracker... me... You just don't care. You never did."
"You know nothing!" Savarin quickly stood up and moved to Biscuit. "You think my life here is just peachy? I used to believe in magic, too. I decided to focus on building my career to get more power. I thought that would make me a better help to my family. I believed that would make me a valuable ally to workers. I had to give up on my personal life because Dort security watched my every step and checked out my every connection. Top management despised me because of my origin and relatives on Mars. But I did work really hard; and, despite being an outsider, I got a promotion. Only to realize that the power I dreamed about is just an illusion. Instead, I became a part of the system. If I try to go against it, it'll exclude me at the snap of a finger."
"Does that mean that your position of a liaison between Dort management and Union workers is just a... fiction?" Orga narrowed his eyes at Biscuit's brother.
"Call it whatever you like." Savarin returned to his seat at the table. "It doesn't matter anymore. You ruined everything. Though, maybe it was me who ruined everything in the first place." He tiredly rubbed his face. "What's the sense in living like this? Kissing those arrogant asses, day by day, every day, just because they were born rich; working for them overtime and tolerating their insolence and ignorance... With no hope to get things different, ever."
"I'm going to make a difference." Orga said firmly. "With or without you. It's your choice how to live your life."
Savarin laughed dryly. "Gjallarhorn will crush you in a wink. They already turned the red alert on. And Arianrhod Fleet should be on its way for military maneuvers. You have no chance."
Orga tilted his head, intending to object, but Dante chose that moment to burst into the bridge.
"Boss! Sorry for interrupting, Boss! But the security system!.." He could barely talk. "I've got access to everything! Freaking everything! I mean... really everything!"
Orga froze in surprise. "How?.."
"You know, that thing Aoi gave me for checking out, there's a device inside, some kind of a key generator for every access point; I'm pretty sure it was made by Gjallarhorn for top ranked officers."
Orga's heavy stare locked on Aoi's eyes, chilling her with distrust and suspicion. "Thanks, Dante. Good work. Prepare the detailed list for me, okay?"
"Yes, Boss, will do, Boss!" Dante ran out.
"Aoi, where did you get this?" Orga quietly asked.
She didn't avert her eyes. "A stranger gave it to me on Dort 3. He said something about the iron flower that never wilts and just left. I, um... took it. As a lucky charm, you know."
Uneasy silence spread between them as he was contemplating the situation. "Describe him."
"Just an ordinary man in his forties, short height, dark hair, nicely dressed. He had that really odd mustache."
Orga tapped something on the tablet and threw it to Aoi. "Is that him?"
Aoi caught the tablet and watched the picture. The man was dressed in Tekkadan's uniform or something similar; he looked somewhat untidy, but it was definitely the same person who gave her the iron flower.
Todo Mirconen, she read next to the picture.
"Yeah." She threw the tablet back to Orga. "A friend of yours?"
"Todo Mirconen." Orga uttered thoughtfully. "We sent him to Gjallarhorn as a goofy gift. I guess it's a payback time."
"If it's not just another trap." Eugene noted.
"No. Too complicated." Orga's fingers tapped on the table surface. "In such large organization like Gjallarhorn, a conflict of interests is inevitable. I think, someone tries to give us an upper hand in order to achieve their goals."
"It doesn't make it any less suspicious. We don't know their intentions." Eugene grumbled.
"I'm not really interested in their internal intrigues." Orga folded his hands behind his head and looked at the ceiling. "We've got our own problems to solve." He made a pause. "Mr Canele, would you consider negotiations with Mr Navona now? This game has just become more complicated and unpredictable."
"Didn't you listen? Negotiations with me won't get you anywhere! Even if I keep my job, I won't be able to help the workers. My task is to push their requests under the rug, not to bargain about better working conditions." Savarin glared at Orga heatedly.
"What about your heads? Who is responsible for such decisions?"
"Well... I guess only the colony administrator could take such responsibility. He's the big boss here."
"Okay." Orga nodded. "Let's have a chat with him."
"You really are crazy." Savarin laughed bitterly. "You think anyone just can walk inside and chat with the most important person on Dort? You're delusional. Delirious."
"You're right. It's not possible just for anyone. But I might have a plan." Orga observed Savarin closely. "Are you with us? It's probably your only chance to try and make things different, as you always wished." He made a pause. "I'm not going to let you go anyway. Not now. Not after you learned about our access to the security system."
"Orga..." Biscuit interfered hesitantly. "Isn't that too much?"
"But you'll be free to leave anytime after we finish here." Orga stated. "Understood?"
"Never thought I'd live long enough for kids telling me what to do." Savarin grumbled and glanced at Biscuit. "Fine. Count me in. I don't have much of a choice anyway. Might as well do something useful, at last."
Orga grinned. "Welcome abroad, then. Let's wait for Mr Mingo."
Aoi couldn't stop throwing glances at Orga, secretly. His decisive and determined attitude always did wonders to her insides. Even in troubles. Perhaps, especially in troubles.
Finally, Navona Mingo arrived, followed by Mikazuki. The older man hesitantly took a sit next to Orga, opposite Savarin. Mikazuki placed himself at the entrance, close to Aoi.
"Mr Mingo, I promised you the neutral territory for negotiations." Orga started. "But plans have changed. Mr Canele here claims he's incapable of making any agreements considering your problem. In his opinion, such decisions only can be made on the highest level of management."
Navona nodded his head slowly and sighed. "I understand."
"Also, I promised you Tekkadan's support. If you are still interested in it, you'll have to act according my plan."
"Of course. I don't have much of a choice."
"The main task is to convince Dort administrator to accept your conditions. I assume that's the job for Mr Mingo, Mr Canele and Ms Kudelia. Tekkadan will cooperate in organizing the meeting. So, anyone knows where's the administrator's office?"
"It's at the African Union Public Enterprise Dort Company HQ building." Navona said slowly. "But..."
"It's heavily guarded, what a surprise." Savarin ended sarcastically. "I work in this very building. Don't tell me that walking straight through the front door is your only mastermind scheme."
Orga didn't bat an eye. "Mr Mingo, can you persuade your people to take part in a peaceful demonstration? Without weapons? I know you've done that before and never gotten your chance for negotiations. Everything is different this time. Ms Kudelia herself will lead the demonstration. And Tekkadan will support you if things go south. Try to gather more women and old people. I don't want it to look like a revolt."
"I'll do my best. However, I'll need an explanation for those who insists on harsh methods."
"An explanation, huh." Savarin interfered. "Tell you what, this time Gjallarhorn won't play nice and easy. They've got everything planned and prepared. Even if you don't carry weapons, there will be armed people in the crowd, dressed as Union workers. They have an order to create a provocation, to start shooting at the certain time. And then, Gjallarhorn will backfire."
"I assumed as much. And yet, I can't let Tekkadan provoke Gjallarhorn first." Orga looked at Savarin. "We have to offer peace. Maybe, Ms Kudelia presence will bring a difference."
"It might be very dangerous for Ms Kudelia." Fumitan stood up and moved closer to the blond haired girl.
Kudelia glanced up at her. "Orga is right. That's what I asked about. I want to lead that peaceful demonstration, no matter the danger. I want to bring the better future I promised. Mr Mingo, tell that to your people. I'm sure they'll agree, especially knowing about Tekkadan's support." The Revolutionary Maiden smiled. "I'm not afraid of anything while you're with me, Fumitan."
"Mikazuki will be your bodyguard." Orga said. "Actually, I'm going to scatter our youngest members in the crowd. They can help the crowd to disperse in case of panic."
"What about snipers?" Fumitan watched Orga in the eye.
Tekkadan Leader blinked, astounded. "Yeah. Really. We should check out the vantage points beforehand."
"Let me do that." Fumitan tightened her lips. "I'm... experienced."
Orga arched his eyebrow. "Quite a dangerous task for one person. Take Kurtz Guiner with you."
Fumitan pursed her lips discontentedly but nodded anyway.
"You talk like everything has been decided already." Eugene blurted out. "But what is your plan, Orga? How you are going to convince Dort administrator? We're just kids. He won't listen to us."
"He will. If Gjallarhorn doesn't accept peace from Kudelia, we'll take control over Ahab Reactors. All of them. In every colony." Orga's stare lingered at Aoi. "And we'll take control over security hub in the Dort HQ building."
"How?! You can't be serious! It's a suicide mission!" Eugene grasped Orga's shoulder.
But Orga watched her and only her.
"We've got enough weapons and people to seize control over the maintenance areas. Let's split forces between all the colonies, except Dort 6. The Turbines will support us there. Most of Gjallarhorn forces will be concentrated on the demonstration."
"But what about the building? It's heavily guarded." Biscuit interfered. "How are you going to storm it? Especially right in the middle of the conflict between Gjallarhorn and demonstration?"
"Aoi." Gold sparkled and shimmered in his eyes, hypnotizing her. "Will you do that for me?"
She couldn't read his mind. She wasn't sure she wanted to.
"Yes." Aoi answered.
He nodded. "We'll go inside together. Just two of us. Your task is to eliminate the guards. I'll take care of everything else."
"It's not possible." Savarin said. "Those aren't your usual guards who can't tell their right from left. They were specifically trained and instructed by Gjallarhorn elite forces."
"Orga..." Biscuit started. "I'm afraid even Aoi isn't that good."
Something akin to regret splashed deep in his eyes as she continued to watch him.
Orga tightened his lips. "I'm afraid she is."
Mikazuki was sitting on the railing opposite her quarters door.
The black steel of the handgun looked especially bulky and heavy in his hands.
"You and Orga..." He started. Aoi instantly felt blush coloring her cheeks. "You are going there together. Without me."
"Mikazuki, it's not my decision. It's not my job to decide."
"I know. You shoot better than I do." He swung the pistol thoughtfully. "Orga refused to take the gun."
"Don't you need it more?"
"I want you to take it."
"What? Mikazuki, I've got my twin guns, thank you very much. See?" She unholstered her weapons and showed them to the boy. "Locked and loaded."
Mikazuki just glared at her stubbornly. "I want you to take mine."
"Look, I understand. You're worried about Orga. But I'm pretty capable."
"I'm not worried." He took a pause, obviously trying to choose the right words. "If I'm not with Orga, then this gun will be. No matter what."
Looking into his icy blue tranquil eyes, Aoi felt chill crawling down her spine. "I don't understand..."
"Orga will watch you kill. That you do understand."
Aoi thought about Orga's ability to share emotions; and the chill slipped deeper into her stomach, twisting it into painful knot.
"Got it." She said, attaching the handgun to her thigh. "I'll bring it back, promise."
Mikazuki nodded in agreement. "I know."