Chapter 11
Unknown Location - Unknown Date
"So she's Defected?"
"Yes, yes, I understand, it's sad, but worry not, I have a good idea where she went to."
….
….
"It's alright, it can still be put back on track. Worry not, just remember to…. FULFIL your side of the deal afterwards."
….
The Video call ends, the two Figures on both sides of the call were hidden. The one in this side turns their chair to the windows, curtains shut tight and keeping the place shrouded in an oppressive darkness. Looking at it, as if whoever it was could see the view of that window perfectly, sighs.
"Tsk Tsk….. Chris…. Really, I will need to make sure you don't try something like this once I get you back."
Brazillia, Sao Paulus International – A Month after the "Frog Suicide Bomber" incident
"Holy Kaiserin, are you sure this little Security is wise?"
Chris couldn't help but feel uneasy, While SHE was the one who technically held more importance for the time being, it was her Employer who would cascade the world into full war if ANYTHING bad happened to her. So it's reasonable it made the PMC base commander turned Space forces Base commander would want more clarification on why her Boss is coming to see her being sent to the Space Base from where her job would be done in full. With such Light security no less.
"Mike vouched for who's receiving us, and by that, also holding the duty of keeping us safe."
At that, Chris resigns herself. Guess that Mike holds THAT much in competence to be trusted in his suggestions or votes of trust. The one they're meeting isn't Brazillia's President or any Government big shot, no, it's the Owner of RTK technologies, in practical terms, THE most important person aside ARMS TRIGGER Head that just so has set the Conglomerate's Official HQ in the South American power. And his company is the one that Built, Operates and keeps the Orbital Slinger safe.
"What's the face? You are being sent via conventional rocket, not being fired Like a Jumbo Supersized Shotgun Slug like your Heavier Darlings are going to."
"Jeez, Lucky you none of my "fatty" darlings are this aircraft's escort."
She smiles, letting a soft chuckle. Well, I guess that until we Land in full, only an Idiot will try something on the Holy Kaiserin's Plane.
Tanya POV
The landing took a bit of time, but we are finally in firm land, my senses already tell all, Snipers, AFVs and even Mages, Good skills all of them too. The AFVs are using Thermoptic Active camouflage, All Snipers are at least 2Km away, and the Mages are keeping Their Mana hidden by staying in the ground, relying on Thermoptical capes or Blind angles. In front of me, a Young man with eyes that clearly show a lack of life in him. Yet I am sure, it's more that he has something more to his interest in mind than greet us.
"Welcome to Brazillia, Holy Kaiserin, hope the short stay will be to your liking."
Even the voice shows a lack of life. Damn, the fuck your life has been for that? Someone kept throwing Bogus 1s in your RNG rolls? Anyways.
"Hello, Nice to meet you. And I agree, hope our intrusion won't Hinder your actual duties."
His security seems light, only two, a Tall woman with Long Pinkish hair, and a Pair of greetings one cannot help but look at them, blackholes seethe in envy at their gravitational Pull. The Other was closer to his height, and… fit very well in that Bullet proof plate carrier vest. My own security and myself however stiffen instinctively, they both are dangerous.
Our Drive was as like in Germania, The car in the middle, escorted by TWELVE AFVs, Troop carriers, IFVs with Tank guns, Autocannons, SPAA kits and along the ground units, Nine VTOL Jet craft and a few Helicopters. The way things seem, he has been under attempted assassinations as often as some disgraced Albish Spy that ended earning the Nickname "The Undying".
"Quite the heavy security, your usual fare?"
He lets an empty laugh.
"Yeah. Maybe you three find me as grating as my enemies. But indeed, seems way too many hate me to the Point they rather kill me than let me live."
I avoid putting too much talk to him, Mike's suggestion. He's a very Honest and runs a No Lies Life Philosophy. Or in other words… he won't Lie, but he demands the same of anyone that interacts with him. Of course there's many ways of keeping Truthful while not talking one word of what you don't want, but it demands some effort and actively keeping one over yourself. It's a tiring thing. He seems fine letting things be as they are.
The drive goes up to the City Heart, Where his Company HQ and home is. Chris's launch however is only a day away, so this is indeed a quick visit from me to the one responsible for delivering my dear employee safe and intact. So our stay will not even use more than a Guest area in the Office part of this Huge tower. A little over 110 floors.
"This area will be for you and your team, As asked. I hope it is to your Liking."
"It's enough, for a short visit, I wouldn't demand too much of the people who had been using that valuable device of yours to send our packages to their new address."
He gives a short rundown of the elevators and stairs, and leave a point of contact, a robot… a Mark Type 1, Chris is wowed at it, since even the few Humanoid KCCO Dolls she "requisitioned" from their previous owners would lose badly against it in a mock battle sim. For now, I am curious at this South American Powerhouse that proved capable of kicking out a Power as big as the US, so after a change of clothes, I go out along Kaiserin and a T-Doll team, Chris gifted me Ten teams once her defection was completed with not one Lost Darling of hers, so about 50 Units, and a Team was my Security detail, kaiserin held the command authority.
The city was Modern, yet I could easily see the areas lagging, a reflection of the Brazillia system of governance, and even THE most Economically important City had plenty of those, the scars of the Decades, over a Century even, of the previous bad governance system.
Brazillia nowadays runs a division made clear and firmly kept. From the bottom up to State level, The regional authorities can do as they want within the limits of the Federal Rules and Constitution regarding bellow Federal level Governance, which is limited, a lot, for obvious reasons. The idiots kept doing stupid shit and kept being Floored and roasted, yet they insisted, so now States and bellow have little leeway in what they can do.
On a Federal level, or basically the National Policies, The President has been one for a good while already, same for most of the Federal Offices. And even then they consume little in Budget. Since they run no Social Program, or basically Communist idiotic ideas to buy Votes, and only keep to what a Government MUST have running, such as Army, Infrastructure and a Political office handling Internal and International Politics.
So in short, The National Policy inwards as well Outwards remained stable and pretty much is like the Empire of old, Minding their own Business and open to deal Bilateral Trades and Agreements. Their State level and bellow is a bunch of bottom rung fat cats stuck in an Unfulfilling position where there's barely ANY means of "using" their Job position for selfish gains that then they just do the bare minimum. Resulting in a Nation where every now and then, progress a bit due to a federal Policy, and right after it stops progressing.
The citizens look accustomed with such Life already, so I can easily hear the idle chatter of people, Little in criticism of the federal, a lot of anything Bellow. It still just gives a barebones impression of how things here are. The general feeling is simple, the Federal only does things outside there area of acceptable influence when necessary, that the State and bellow Politicians keep doing shit that gives them reason to is just an annoyance for the feds, the citizens and Economy.
Having read of it, and getting Mike's to give me an idea of how things are here, he does shit worldwide, so he has a lot of experience with Many cultures and nation's internal situation. And it's as I am seeing, One side is being the Rule and Law abiding federal Government, the rest is being a boatload of Russies, CSR, Frogs and Albish Worst Vices mixed altogether. I see it's no wonders the state and bellow have no right to run the Police, Firefighters and probably even the fucking Trash collection services. The only reason they have SOME menial rights of rule is because the Nation's Leadership has stripped them of anything worth actual direct attention.
Thankfully, me and my group are running a disguise, the T-Dolls are temporarily put under Stark Wolves PMC, one of the five PMCs given permission to operate and offer services to private individuals up to a small 20 man scale, Any business wanting Private security services has to make the request to the federal offices, and hardly are approved since so many are bogus requests the Army Intelligence reveal is yet another stupid attempt at making a Militia force.
Me and kaiserin? A pair of Twin Kievan sisters travelling for fun, and their sugar daddy hired a PMC with the necessary perms to escort them, that they are T-Dolls is just details. The setting couldn't be more cliché and dumber, but it works. Fucking Human pervert nature I guess.
I decide I will test a Bar of the region, not too shabby, but not the high class stuffy thing, one thing that even this patch of isolated but stable Nations suffered from like the world is that there's no in-between Small and big Businesses. You either see a damn minor Business that only runs locally and is kept safe by matter of some law passed to keep Monopolies under theoretical impossibility, or the Big franchise level Mega business that runs nationally, International Corporations died altogether thanks to the jackshit closed Borders policies most of the world runs on nowadays.
A classic style, wooden floor and furniture, and I see some vintage style Machines and beer pumps. Sitting in one table, Kaiserin by my left, the T-Dolls stayed at the corner close to the entrance, the Barkeep skillfully readies two Beer Mugs, a Germanian Ale, or as close to the real deal it can be, my sense of smell finds very minimal traces of chemical taste adjusters, one look at the Barkeep working and it's clear, it's Half actual Beer, half consumable Cocktail imitation chemicals, what I heard of Mexico's neighbors is that anything past a full chem made bootleg drink, even plain Soda, costed as much as what a 1995s D labs firearm would, and yes, D labs are a Weapons manufacturer that decided to take some of my stupidly insane weapon ideas and make them reality, the fact they managed to make them work and be worth selling was just details. Those back by those days I was nearing my deathbed fast went for about 18K Marks, which nowadays would likely be 65K Marks….. yeah…. Drinks have become true Luxuries outside the few pockets still prosperous, OZEV is one such newly born pocket as the economy is getting somewhat on track. Needs work, but I can be proud of the effort everyone is doing there.
As I drink, a figure enters, one T-Doll pings me a warning message, guess the guest I was hating to fish for has taken the bait, huh?
"Can I sit here?"
A man in his late 50s or maybe early 60s, and making the most blasé excuse for wanting to talk, in a bar with only us present, Data pings from the "special team" says all, a small team, 15 units, readings like Dolls, but Brit's preemptive data makes me sure it's worse than that. Against a Normal person that's. Still, Kaiserin is my best card for now, pulling 95 here is not wise for now, so I just use the Type 105X, the prototype model for Germania's new gen Orb.
"Sure, Mr. Carlisle, or rather, The Earl."
He sits, the dots close slowly.
"Let me be to the point, you poached a valuable employee of mine, and she's worth me paying you to be giving her back."
I cannot help but let a smirking snort. Poached? And he wants her back? That's some open declaration of doing some nasty shit, or preparing to do such.
"Poached? Sorry, but she called in and offered her expertise, Guess B&C hasn't been as nice of an employment to her tastes."
Albish will be Albish, the Polite smile remains, but I guess the talk will go under some pressure now.
"Holy Kaiserin, I rather not rely on crude methods to convince you, your visit here is clear as a day, it would surely hurt Germania's, OZEV's deals with RTK if incidents were to happen, due to RUSS agents trying to get her back."
"Oh? RUSS agents? I must be reading falsified Intel then, far as I know…. RUSS Dolls aren't made of… PEOPLE INFECTED WITH COLLAPSE MATTER."
The dots halt, Bingo, he is in cahoots with 'William'. Or in a profitable deal for now.
"You have Agents with too sharp of an ear, Holy Kaiserin. That can pose a threat to your dear Nation."
"An Albish giving honest warning? Is this Utopia? You know as well I do, William is a threat, a demon with no morals, and you made a deal with such demon."
"And you aren't a Devil yourself?"
I stop my polite smile, the Beer untouched, remains as is. I had my fill of being close to lethal Poisonings already, specially involving Drinks.
"Listen Earl, I'm fine letting things end amicably here… but…. If you insist."
Five dots are gone, then he gets tense and knows he has been had."
"Forget it, Twenty Ace of Aces straight from ARMS TRIGGER very security teams, top 100 level no less, and this nations IS THEIR backyard isn't it?"
"Alright, I have been had. Fine, you should have taken the deal if I am to be honest, Holy Kaiserin."
With that he's gone, and those Dots also retreat as he leaves the area near the Bar. Letting an annoyed sigh, I pull the 105X and makes a call.
[Stahl 2, you know the Drill, Reinforce security, and I need more info on that Earl, I doubt he will just let this go without a payback at a later date]
[Roger, a new folder from the Brit will be available by tonight I guess]
With That, I just run a toxin and hazard element scan spell on the Beer, once nothing comes, I drink. Not a really great one, but it's passable when you come here for some happy hour drinks along coworkers and snacks. Just great…. Trouble after trouble, and nowadays I am having to borrow so many sabers to rattle from Mike and his contacts I may as well call myself the Gate of saber rattling.
"Alright, let us check a little more and then RTB."
The trip went more like a touristic trip should go, of course, the Security detachment Borrowed from RTK's 24/7 Surveillance teams, their worth for the Conglomerate truly was high if they could spare almost a whole Division of Mage level Crack agents, ones that even as lightly equipped as a surveillance unit would be, can easily take down those Abominations, Mike's data on those made me happy mana doesn't bring such horrific situations like the mid 2050s WMD crazy research brought to light.
Once I returned, a data pad was resting the Temporary bed I would be using, Picking it and then I get to what it should have, Data on that asshole. Adequate School grades, Unremarkable Higher education, but entered contact with a dead group. Career built during WW3, more contact with organizations like the first one, there's a trend here, Ghost or shell Evil secret organizations. More and more influence….. Funded the creation of B&C once data about a rising NCO in the RUSS military came to his notice…. The rest is obvious as day. Yet another stupid as fuck Hidden hand esque group. One running a so called belief by the name Rossartrism. Bunch of retards.
[Pixie, Stahl 2 here, we got a trip.]
Great, Is irrational or persisting against a Saber Rattler a type of Second Nature to Non Imperial people in this world?
[Stahl 2, Pixie here, how bad?]
[Not much, sabotaged rocket, five failsafe charges, one Bomb in the ejection capsule plus nine in the seat…]
[And that's not much?]
{She would survive.]
[Yeah, even then, I want my employees not having to pass a "Can you survive a Chair made of Plastic explosives?" test.]
[Planned Route?]
[Bravo Victor Six oh One]
[Roger]
Call ended, I just drop in the bed, fucking wonderful. Do they take we letting them do their sabotaging as carte blanche to just go fucking Full Le Main Bleue on something as pricey as a FUCKING SPACE ROCKET? Next they will drag a damn Outer belt Meteor the size of Alabama or Ohio to serve me a shit sandwich.
"Partner!"
95 decides she wants to be in her human form, of course, usually I let her wind off a little during the day, but since I was walking in public under disguise, for the whole day, she would want it once we're back to the privacy of this Room. It's just good policy to-
"mmmmhhmmmmffphh"
She just gave me a full French Kiss…. Now I remember, she has been very Touchy feely and Horny…. Damned be you little Orb.
"Really? 95 you-"
And another.
"Can I at least have 'that'?"
"…"
"Please!"
Fuck it, I am having to keep my dear Employee about to be sent via a RAINGUN to her workplace safe and sound, and for good I am not in the mood to be bothered by my own Orb moodiness tomorrow when maybe I will need to personally trash some unburnable trash on burnable trash day.
"Fine, but wake up early and dress up then"
Sleep was in the Naked with a frisky Orb acting as if my very small bumps called my breasts were G cups from a damned Hentai.
Next day, Orbital Slinger facility
"Ready for the launch, security is to pay full attention. And someone ready the cargo ASAP."
The head of RTK was personally overseeing the launch, remotely, but a custom Mark unit was serving as a Body double to command the actions on site. Chris truly was tense, to know the Earl was going as far as making a deal with WILLIAM? Wasn't that poor Girl not enough Innocent Blood? A potential Cure for Collapse matter infection killed off all because of some greater need of his "friends"?
"Ms. Chris, please get ready yourself!"
She was brought back to by the voice of her Boss, Holy Kaiserin Degurechaff.
"Y-yes! Right away!"
I Hurry to the changing room, the suit was a heavy duty version of the Mark Type 1 Power armor, The Mark Type 12, nickname Hodhor. Basically it was merely a suit with improved wearer safety amenities, a better thermal control suite, Anti-Electrocution Insulation, A built in emergency Air supply…. And most of all, THE BEST Kinect Dampeners available for a Power armor suit, if you really want to hold a door off using your own body, yeah, this is the best one.
Even if I am durable, like, I doubt a human would take being hit bullseye by a 125mm HEAT-MP warhead and just feel sore the next day as normal. My mom openly told me I would likely be as abnormal as her, and she once told me her PMC career did involve once having to tank a direct 30cm Artillery hit, not on her, but the train carriage she was had been blown to Narnia once by such a shell.
Once I am suited up and being checked by the Support Units who would get me properly set up inside that capsule, alongside the Five Dolls with specialized gear for Orbital AMBACS and maneuvering, just in case the needs happens, another team geared as well would be awaiting me, after all, I would be managing over 300 Dolls, 50 RF allied Dolls, as well as SOP-3 teams, basically my HOP units with Space adjusted Crew served weaponry. In a space base no less. The benefits are many and generous…. Also The Holy Kaiserin really is such a nice looking woman and- I better stop before I try to Oath her.
"Feeling alive, Chris?"
It's her, I am about to Enter the capsule when she comes.
"Yes! It's…. nerve wracking, but I will do my best once there."
"I know you will, but make sure you stay alive, will be hard to enjoy your beloved girls in the afterlife, you know?"
I blush at that, she lets a small laugh at that.
"Oh my, If you weren't committed, maybe I would take you."
Huh? What? Did she just?
{LAUNCH IN FIVE, EVERYONE READY UP!, CHRIS and KAISERIN SPECIALLY!}
Fuck you, killing the mood like that.
Damn.
I want to Oath her…. Like… real bad….
Tanya POV
The Launch was about to Happen, and it's clear, the amount of power to do what will be done is no joke. So much that just the small bits of static discharge in the Slinger's barrel are messing most Sensors, meaning now is a great time for an attack, and that's when all forces defending this facility amp their LOS surveillance the most.
"UDT net caught something! Elite force, likely a suicide charge."
"Deploy Defenses, be ready for any other prong."
"Roger."
"Orbital surveilance reports, Unknown Warship outside the Territorial waters….. anomalous shaped weapons system present."
Just fucking great, really, this is getting predictable, just when shields the facility can use are unusable due to the firing sequence.
"Open a firing lane for Kaiserin."
I demand. The units look at the Unit serving as the RTK's head relay for orders.
"Open a lane, open air, refocus the patrols to other attacks."
"Roger."
"Thanks."
"You're helping protect this thing, least I can do."
[Kaiserin, ready up, I will join soon.]
[95, time for our job]
[ROGER!]
It's not hard to get to her, I ask for an opening to the outside, lucky be me, there's a Maintenance path that can reach the outside, likely an Emergency last ditch exit if the facility gets badly damaged or worse. I jump and 95's flight formula fires right away. Less than two Minutes to arrive where she is, midair.
{UNKNOWN SHIP IS CHARGING! ATTACK LIKELY!}
The outer comms blare the Command room reports and orders, yep, absolutely we made a wise choice of keeping a close hand to her, else RTK would likely be Pounding those enemies themselves, just making the cost of having her sent to Space ASAP higher. In Synch, despite the little me and Kaiserin do so, she can act in perfect harmony with me, and at times even help me in combined attacks.
The Formula made is Enormous, of course it would be, it has a Huge amount of Mana from THE TWO most powerful Mages in existence, No Imperial or Germanian Crest in the Circle, rather, it's half a Crest that I can only say feels belongs to Tanyaism Church's symbols, and Kaiserin's, a Strange draconic crest, yet one that seems to mix perfectly in harmony with Mine. Focusing once more on target, we see it, a huge Blast, a Directed Plasma Beam, just residual heat of that beam breaking once it hits a shield would pose a threat to the Slinger's safety, so the Shield is a more specific and harder to make formula.
It Rams straight at the Shell, but instead of Tanking and having ropes of Still hot enough Plasma, it gets concentrated more and more at the Shells Center. One bad slip and This will be bad, real bad. But I have 95 and Kaiserin, it WON'T GO WRONG, I will make sure it doesn't. After a good Ten seconds, the beam finally dies, leaving the captured Plasma of that whole beam. Now? Now comes the VERY FUN part, sending the missed package back.
Atlantic waters, Border of the extended Territorial Waters
Ship captain Tom Fooler was displeased, first a sudden Order from high Albish command to deploy near those Cursed Waters near Brazillia, then a secret Order to receive a package from a contact in the sea, the Contact came from a Gigantic Sub, the Bicorn, damned be those Belkan wackos making such Insanely Oversized supersubs, The package was a weird Woman he rather stay away than follow the Mission, her and an atrocious looking Weapon, SO big it made sense only then WHY his HMS Shone was given such Illicit orders. An attack on the Orbital Slinger Brazillia has.
The shot was nothing short of scary, whoever owned that Bicorn Sub, Ordered that crazy woman and could Either buy or manufacture such Superweapon, was someone he hoped would rather try his things on that whore of a Kaiserin than Poor Albion, Shone was already the last Atlantic sea carrier his Country had free to Operate instead of having to deffend the Mainland.
"Sir! MASSIVE HEAT SIGNATURE!"
"Coordinates, coordinates damn you."
"I-i-it's from where the gun FIRED."
"WHAT?"
Both him and his "Guest" are in disbelief. Yet before they can recompose both, they see it.
"Dear Lord, What ARE THOSE WOMEN?"
That's the last HMS Shone's Captain said before his ship, alongside the escort ships were destroyed, by a Spell using their own Superweapon's attack as a Booster.
Orbital Slinger Facility
"Fucking Albish."
I cool myself down, aiming that damn superattack was hard, more so in a way to ensure the back to sender Plasma hit target, and Our combined Mega Artillery strike dispelled the heat, that it would make the escort fleet also be done for was a Bonus mostly. But now, we have ANOTHER damn Voyeur in need of a spanking. Kaiserin nods, she can help still.
[Hello, Hello, can you hear me?]
[Loud and clear Holy Kaiserin, what's it? The sub's too much?]
[Oh no, rather, you can lend me a gun that can withstand a LOT of Mana?]
[Of course, I will have an AEGIS unit get it to you, just a Minute.]
Said and done, one Minute and the Powersuit for a powersuit comes, it waits a bit, the "Gun" he sent me is nothing less than a DAMN RAILGUN, that those very super buffed units use as Sniper guns or Machineguns firing loads of APDSFS, a 30mm Dart fired at three times the speed our 120mm L/55 guns can deliver theirs, it usually packs a punch for ground ops, against a Sub? That's where there's some tricks only Great Mages can Pull.
How I know? Thankfully this was one thing Visha never discovered, but I slipped out during one of the Many CSR turmoil periods, and with a custom 20mm Rifle firing an APDS projectile, I doomed a whole CSR Augmented Mage Suicide squad, the sub crew and its deadly Bioweapon payload to Davy Jones, by using a trick in spell combination, that allowed me to swiss cheese a sub submerged and doom it to sink and let the crew regret their Assignments.
The practical of it is simple, it's an Unique Hyper Projectile Boosting spell pack, a Penetration and Shell spell to make the Projectile have a more Hydrodynamic shape, the Booster improves speed and also for a while once underwater, pushes it a bit more, Then a Piercing formula along a minor Explosion spell, basically one is the Needle, the other is the petard. With a Railgun firing already at Superspeeds darts? That is going to be shooting a Sub in a wine barrel.
Thankfully, the unit hooks a Powercable to let me aim it whilst it supplies power as usual, Kaiserin runs a Metal Mage formula along a sonar formula enchanted in a few Rifle rounds she fires at the sea. In no time she finds it and relays it to me. Aiming, then pushing a target tracking formula, I get a good gist of the Gigantic Submarine, fuck Belkans and their love for oversized superweapons of doomsday. Then it's only a matter of nailing it as much as necessary.
BAAANG
Hit
BAAANG
Hit
BAANGBAAANGBAANG
Hithithit….
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Forty Minutes in and that fucker still refuses to get up…. The fuck is that made of?
[Holy Kaiserin, you did it, you can stop]
[Huh?]
{UDT team reported, the sub Imploded, you hit nine Bullseyes in their Dual Nuclear core reactor, that doomed the vessel, that they sunk right into our Anti-sub Minefield was just icing]
[Right, Thanks for the "gun", helped a lot.]
[You're welcome, want to buy some of the Coastal defense models?]
[Only after OZEV is better, and even then it's a huge if.]
[Ha ha ha. Sure. The offer will be always open.]
We end the call, once back in firm ground, we both relax.
The Launch was successful, Chris now is in Position leading her Darlings, and the response from that Repurposed captured RUSS sub was immediate, reinforced their security there, vastly limiting the Tatsuya boy's ability to Threaten any area of the world. A win for me.
Unknown Location Two weeks later
Damned be that whore.
Things have become troublesome since her return from the dead. Things as they are, mean the world will never come under the necessary steps for Humanity's Survival…. For their Growth into more than merely humans. Damned be that Bitch.
"Told ya. But nope, ya Never Listen."
And with him in one of his Shell company Offices, the most annoying of his "allies", Brad "Vlad" Leclerc, an Infamous Francois mad butcherer for hire, and a known threat to friend and foe alike, hence the reason he is ONLY put on Solo tasks, and him, The Earl HAD to let him use one of his safehouses for his Job in Albion.
"And? What you know of that…. Whore?"
"Much as you, whatever those fancy Books describe her as. But her eyes man…. Her eyes… they tell something very different. Gun her down? Attack with a superweapon? HA, makes me laugh at yer delusions."
This was annoying him more than he was willing to let be.
"Spill the beans Vlad, YOU want to fight her, right?"
Vlad smiles, of course he would. Bastard is a true WarManiac, one slated for disposal no soon the "Group's" plans enter the next stage.
"Of course! But I ain't spoiling the 'plan' just for that. She can't be beaten by merely throwing some Big stick, supersoldier or bad odds. Just let her be."
"Let her be? She took away the key to Chrysalis! Derailed Gehrman! What else? Let her take down Ivan?"
"Redirect her…. Or just let her do what she has been doing…. Taking care of her dear child, OZEV."
Earl was confused, this man couldn't be the war maniac Vlad.
"You doubting me? Out character? Nah! Tis just the easier and quicker way to get my fight with her! The sooner you all stop giving her reasons to antagonize you all, the sooner she stops."
That… made sense, but the Orders would be from above. And neither should disobey them if they valued their own Lives.
"Fine, but you know how things run here. No Promises. Now shoo. Get scrambling."
"aye aye. Good luck. Earl."
With that, Earl was left with a bad Bitter taste. Fuck that Sow of a Kaiserin.
