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Barracks Lounge Akabat, Omicron Mu
4/24/827 AS, 15:17

Lucien took in a soft but sharp breath as if he were about to speak before being cut off by his hallucination.

"Look at me." Anna turned around, walking behind the chair where the Admiral was sitting. She leaned against the table, planting both her palms on top. She wore scars all over her face, and the gunshot wound that had supposedly killed her - still appeared fresh. "You did this to me; you never had the strength, to tell the truth, you wouldn't listen to me! Now you think you can just walk back into my life like nothing's changed!"

Lucien's emotional response was barely outmatched by his will to appear professional in front of the Admiral. He couldn't believe it though, he couldn't believe that vision was his wife - he had to see for himself.

Sir, it's not the fact that my wife's alive that you'd be interested in... it's who she is.

"Go on, sell your soul to him! He'll never let you anywhere near me! All you're doing as adding to the list of ammunition the world has against me! You're looking inwards at my expense, just like you did all those years ago! Maybe this time it'll be easier now that you don't have a SON!"

Lucien's head moved about, trying to suppress his feelings as his wife spat in his face. "Do you know what my life has been like?! I wake up every day hoping, dreaming, that someone will end it all for me-" He took it in for a moment, trying to ignore the constant berating before finally just ignoring her and carrying on.

She was a Hessian sir, and now she's the most famous one. The vocal beat-down came to a close, and the hallucination stopped. In the blink of an eye everything came to a close, and Lucien took the second to lean back and catch his breath. The Admiral was silent, likely caught off guard completely from the revelation. Anticipating an overcautious response, Lucien continued.

You might think it's... insane, strange, how is that possible? He made a few hand gestures as he listed off all the things one could claim about the situation. Fifteen years ago you would've looked at her and thought the polar opposite; like everyone else that lived in that settlement with us did... I need to see her, if I get just a few moments to speak with her I could change the course of everything. His words sounded more like a desperate request than an admission, he could only hope going forward that the request would be -in some way- obliged.

Golanski leaned back in his chair first, instantly recognizing which Hessian he is talking about. He had met her in person, finding her far more reasonable and practical than he had ever given her credit for in the past. Commander Marquez finished, losing composure and any grace of an Order officer he had while walking into this room. His eyes betrayed some revelation. “The portrait you’ve painted…” How he would have guessed that out of untold billions this art piece represented much younger General Major Anna Heinrich, perhaps a bit idealized image of hers. After all Luciano’s wife was meant to be dead. Leaning forward from his chair, fingers intertwined as he laid his elbows on the console in front of him.

“I had seen many outlandish things, some of which should not have happened and yet this is the world we live in. I know the Generalmajor, I had met her in person. Highly focused, highly trained professional. Less ideological oriented minds do not cross her out of fear. Those of higher moral fibre follow her as a hero. Some others would consider her necessary evil.” Admiral paused, eyeing up the officer in front him. His tone did not betray any malice or any obvious attempt at manipulating the scenario in his favor. “You had served The Order without a fault. While I cannot prevent you from meeting her forever, the exact timing is dependent on the good gesture of The Order. What exactly are you attempting to change, Commander? A resolution? To get your old life back?”

Barracks Lounge Akabat, Omicron Mu
4/24/827 AS, 15:20

To a lot of people... many people now she might appear to be a necessary evil sir. She's my wife still, I can't believe for a second that any of what she is doing is voluntary. If you knew her as I did you would think the same, something changed, someone else had to have pulled the strings; someone else must've... Lucien stopped as if in shock, glancing up and through the glass behind the Admiral as if he were zoning out. Someone else must've known about her family history. That must be why they came back for her... He spoke a little more softly this time around before snapping his attention back towards the admiral, now pondering at his little "revelation". My life will never completely be the way it was, Admiral; getting my wife back? Everyone would think I'm crazy, but I suppose that's technically already the case. But that is why sir. I have a family here, but she is my family as well. I can't just let this go on, she's going to get killed, if not on the front lines than by someone within her ranks. Lucien's desperation grew as he continued, he had the determination - for now.

“Set her up, manipulate? Commander, it is your own desperation talking. Truth is, 15 years have passed. No amount of acting, posing and blackmail would create such a perfect persona without a single crack to be scrutinized in finest detail by any intelligence service operating in the Omega region. Heinrich came to Cairo with a few escorts. Assuming someone out there within Red Hessians used her as an unwilling puppet, their most prized possession would have been lost irrevocably that instant. The Order would have wiped them out totally with insurmountable numbers alone if any attack was mounted towards a VIP under care of the Overwatch. SOA are an elite outfit but they would not get past the hangar bay.”

None of what his subordinate had just said made any logical sense. He knew Lucien was not attempting to fool him, merely had entered a state of denial, making a harsh reality check a necessary wake up call for him. He was a wreck regardless whether he would make it to Heinrich or not and necessitated some mental care if he was to be of any good before burning out in the field of battle. Admiral reached behind his ear, his other signaling him to temporarily cease the conversation. “Lieutenant Elwyn, access the files of Commander Lucien Marquez…” Speaking calmly to some device, he read out Commander’s service number in case of any more Marquez's past or currently serving The Order. He must have had some of his details or file somewhere in the pile he held near him. “...List any outstanding eligibility for shore leave.”

“You will have your chance but with a few stipulations.” The Admiral himself did not want to admit that it was going to be a failure this way or another. While the status quo served his interests as well as he could have hoped for to achieve with his current resources, Marquez would have found a way to alter the equation as a loose cannon. The only way to keep it under any semblance of control is to do it under the Admiral’s Diktat

“A civilian is unlikely to dock with a Red Hessian base without raising suspicion. Especially someone with a Cretan accent. The Order has however access to Vogtland. From a certain angle, you will be representing The Order though your deeds so wear your uniform with pride and act according to your station. This also cannot under any circumstances appear as an attempt of The Order to influence her decisions as acting commander of the Red Hessians. You can and likely will be perceived as a tool of foreign agency.”

Barracks Lounge Akabat, Omicron Mu
4/24/827 AS, 15:20

I understand... and if anything does change, you'll be the first to know sir. Thank you for this opportunity, I... Gracias sir. He took the strict terms from the Admiral as a way of him granting his request - or partly at least. He hadn't even given any thought to all the ways this go could wrong for him, if the woman he saw in his mind was really his wife in person. It didn't matter either way though, he wouldn't allow himself to accept it. Thinking on it for a second, he turned his head up and back to the Admiral. Will you inform her that I'm coming, sir?

“No. I won’t. It is better if this conversation never happened.”

Looking straight into his eyes to confirm fully that his subordinate comprehends the importance of this request, though its tone matched that of a direct order. Even if he did not take advantage of this situation, he would neither display cards that he was dealt.

“One more thing, Commander.” Admiral stopped the over enjoyed Marquez from storming right off or at least that was Admiral thought he could do in a moment's notice. He still had some parting words and a warning to give. “This request has been granted for two reasons, albeit both can be condensed to a single point. You are no good to us right now, as both human and a soldier. You ought to know that your uniform, other than simply getting you in, also protects you from simply ending up as an unnamed corpse in Vogtlands waste chute. Anna and the others understand that any unprovoked harm done to an officer of The Order will result in major repercussions, not just from us. Even then, do not push your luck...”

“...People become dangerous in the heat of emotion.”

Fleet Admiral's Office H.M.S-Norfolk New London,
05/7/ 827 AS, 10:00

There was so much to take in, every day pulled in a new set of emotions; and just when he thought he could wrap his head around everything - there was something more to grasp. His meeting on Vogtland went about as well as he anticipated, he got to witness his mother in person. After the meeting had passed and the two had returned, he did give into Alfred's conclusion about similarities between the two. The way she talked, the way she thought, carried herself, even small bits of humor. But even behind that all there was something more, a gap that needed to be filled - or maybe explained.

Isaak sat back in one of the guest chairs in the Admiral's office, Edmund sat down behind his desk shifting through Isaak's report. You think you can get through to her? Said Edmund as he continued to shift through the report. I know I can, Sir. Isaak replied. Edmund stopped, taking a breath and putting down the report. How? She knows she's dead no matter where she goes, if not that then running constantly for the rest of her life. More importantly. if I tell her who you are now, my brother dies and people will come for you. Alfred will haunt me in the afterlife, you understand? Edmund said, turning towards Isaak in the process. If we leave her as she is, she won't stop killing. She can't be stopped with brute force, Sir - you need to let me speak with her. Edmund leaned back, irritated by the fact that Isaak was right in a sense. This whole family issue had suddenly blown up in his face, despite his and Rheinland's best efforts and pilots - nothing came to avail.

Isaak's PDA rang, he opened it up in response as Edmund continued to think on the whole matter. After a few seconds he began scrolling through it. He's here. I'll go escort him up. Wouldn't want the crew to look at him as the descendant of an outlaw. Isaak said with a touch of sarcasm, and a faint smile as he stood up and exited the room.

The crew of the Norfolk were disgusted nonetheless when an Odin rose in through the ship's hangar bay doors. It had received the slightest nod of a lick of new paint to make it seem more Bretonian, but it still carried all the characteristics of what people would interpret as the enemy, his recent promotion only seemed to worsen the degree in which brows furrowed in response to his presence. Isaak's entry onto the deck did dispel some of this negative tension for the time being.

"Sir." Keller said formally to greet him, assuming that he'd come to show him where he was needed.

Fleet Admiral's Office H.M.S-Norfolk New London,
05/7/ 827 AS, 10:15

Lieutenant! Thank you for arriving on time, it's a pleasure to have you onboard. Don't worry about the lot here, just a bit sour - they'll get over it. Isaak waved him over to follow as he turned around. As the two started walking to the lounge entrance Isaak slowed to make sure he was next to Lukas. I know the formalities and might seem a bit strange considering I'm probably one of the youngest people here. I don't mind how you refer to me, just be sure to treat the Fleet Admiral accordingly. Isaak said a bit more quietly and with the back of his hand covering one side of his mouth as he did so. Upon finishing the that sentence he dropped his hand and began to speak a bit more normally. The rest of them here don't know, we're uh... we're trying not to let word get around until the Admiral says so. Just as a fair warning, we can exchange questions once we hit his office. Do you want any food, refreshments, anything before we go? We have some time, I can make an excuse to be late.

A smile appeared on his face in response to the suggestion, it was a little unexpected that Isaak would so readily circumvent authority if he needed to. The boy seemed so prim and proper, a lot like how Keller used to behave before everything that had happened over the years. Seemingly considering it for a moment, Keller just shook his head.

"No, Isaak I'm fine. Thank you though. I just don't think it would be wise to slip away for snacks of all things when the Admiral's waiting. It certainly wouldn't do your reputation any favors." Giving the young man a pat on the shoulder as he finished his sentence. It seemed as if Keller was avoiding the obvious however and just wanted to get this over with.

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