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Veuglaire Syndrome - Keller - 01-06-2020
Planet Curacao; Cortez
Being on the allegedly right side of the law after so long was quite the experience for Keller to go through. He didn't have to worry about avoiding patrols and using jumpholes, which meant the time of travel was drastically shorter than he'd expected it to be. Curacao's beauty proved almost anxiety inducing. He had fond memories of Berlin, but it was nothing like this. Curacao seemed like a prime retirement destination, a paradise wasted on the whims of elitist hedonists. Unfortunate for sure, but it would likely be butchered under the Communists. In any event, this trip was not meant to be political, and it was also not a vacation. He was due to meet the prisoners being kept here, at least those that were originally under Bretonia's custody. He'd been granted clearance for that much, and upon presenting himself to the guards at the entryway of the assembly venue, he was escorted inside promptly. It was certainly beneficial that he'd come here under the authorization of an Admiral, he wasn't forced to wait or subjected to any offhand remarks, at least not to his face. Though he would have preferred that over gossip. One could easily mistake this place to be a resort, and judging from the fact that people were still using the golf course, at least a few were enjoying themselves. And the weather was enjoyable enough to tempt Keller with the prospect of lemonade out under the sun. But yet again he had to remind himself that this could not be a vacation.
The prisoners themselves were kept in repurposed rooms, most fitted with an ankle monitor to track their location. The first three he was allowed to meet did not seem particularly bright, too battle scarred to be useful for any kind of further service. They were likely going to be shipped home and sentenced to lives of obscurity instead. It had now been roughly an hour since his arrival and he had just reached the 'cell' of the fourth prisoner on his list. One Ambre Lachance with a compelling service record, if nothing else. The guards gave him access to her room and had already prepared the small quarter to hold a meeting, furnishing a table and two chairs. Initially those same two guards intended to stay in the room with him, but they were quickly and silently dismissed until it was just the prisoner and him in the room. She was already seated.
"Frau Lachance?" He queried as he pulled out his chair and sat down, it was partially a formality and for the sake of certainty. His accent would likely prove new to her, with a subtle Rheinland tone that had been standardized with more generic pronunciation, likely due to availing a quality education that understood the need for lucidity.
The prisoners themselves were kept in repurposed rooms, most fitted with an ankle monitor to track their location. The first three he was allowed to meet did not seem particularly bright, too battle scarred to be useful for any kind of further service. They were likely going to be shipped home and sentenced to lives of obscurity instead. It had now been roughly an hour since his arrival and he had just reached the 'cell' of the fourth prisoner on his list. One Ambre Lachance with a compelling service record, if nothing else. The guards gave him access to her room and had already prepared the small quarter to hold a meeting, furnishing a table and two chairs. Initially those same two guards intended to stay in the room with him, but they were quickly and silently dismissed until it was just the prisoner and him in the room. She was already seated.
"Frau Lachance?" He queried as he pulled out his chair and sat down, it was partially a formality and for the sake of certainty. His accent would likely prove new to her, with a subtle Rheinland tone that had been standardized with more generic pronunciation, likely due to availing a quality education that understood the need for lucidity.
RE: Veuglaire Syndrome - Ramke - 01-06-2020
With the abrupt relocation, it seemed all the inmates were in a good mood. They were finally moved from decrepit, dark PoW facilities to this temporary neutral camp, and it seemed like the majority were enjoying themselves for the first time in years. It was too much of a contrast, suddenly changing from small cells and barracks to what seemed like a luxury resort. Ambre assumed it was yet another transfer to another prison facility, but this time any expectations were blown away. It almost felt like being back home on Nevers.
Being called into yet another interview was more or less standard as the Bretonians tried to process everyone to make sure they have everything ready for the inevitable transfer. As soon as Keller walked in, she realised this wasn't a run-of-the-mill interview just from the appearance of the man who entered the room. The accent raised even more questions as soon as she heard him speak.
Keller saw a relatively young, blonde woman in front of him. Her hair was down to her neck, length controlled by prison regulations. She wore a standard, white PoW uniform, much like the majority of her colleagues. She looked quite typical for a Gaul, and could easily blend in with the crowd.
"A Rheinlander?" she said, her thick Gallic accent evident. It may even be hard to understand to the untrained ear.
Being called into yet another interview was more or less standard as the Bretonians tried to process everyone to make sure they have everything ready for the inevitable transfer. As soon as Keller walked in, she realised this wasn't a run-of-the-mill interview just from the appearance of the man who entered the room. The accent raised even more questions as soon as she heard him speak.
Keller saw a relatively young, blonde woman in front of him. Her hair was down to her neck, length controlled by prison regulations. She wore a standard, white PoW uniform, much like the majority of her colleagues. She looked quite typical for a Gaul, and could easily blend in with the crowd.
"A Rheinlander?" she said, her thick Gallic accent evident. It may even be hard to understand to the untrained ear.
RE: Veuglaire Syndrome - Keller - 01-06-2020
Keller didn't seem surprised by her appearance, he'd already seen what she looked like in her profile and there was nothing out of the ordinary according to his perception. Though he did feel like her accent might prove problematic for him to understand, he hoped listening more attentively and occasionally asking for a repetition would solve that. "My name is Lukas Keller. I already know yours, but how would you prefer I addressed you?" He went so far as to stretch his hand across the table to see if she would shake it, evidently trying to be polite.
RE: Veuglaire Syndrome - Ramke - 01-06-2020
"Lachance." the woman replied. The offer of a handshake was unusual, considering they've been treated like dogs for the past year. Nevertheless, she extended her hand and shook his.
"What's this about? Another relocation? Getting sold off to the Rheinlanders this time?" Keller could probably feel the frustration behind her sarcasm.
"What's this about? Another relocation? Getting sold off to the Rheinlanders this time?" Keller could probably feel the frustration behind her sarcasm.
RE: Veuglaire Syndrome - Keller - 01-07-2020
He had a rough idea of how long she'd been in custody, and apparently she'd been transferred back into Bretonian custody after an unsuccessful escape attempt. It was more than likely that wartime tensions encouraged abusive behavior, that much was natural and not every man could be expected to resist the strong pull of a deeply rooted grudge. The handshake itself would be quite brief, he had a firm grip and had all the posturing and mannerisms expected of a soldier. Though it would be unclear what House he served, if at all. "No, Frau Lachance. You are not being sold. In fact in a few days you'll be repatriated and sent back home. You might even be tried for any potential crimes you committed during the war, or not, hard to say. The squabbling polities that have seized power in your Home hold little in the way of consistency." Looking over his uniform would prove inconclusive, it seemed to be a dull blue, white accents around the collar and a red sash which seemed to bear heraldry in the form of a shield and sword.
RE: Veuglaire Syndrome - Ramke - 01-07-2020
"Sent back home?" she asked, as if not believing what she's heard The guards never missed an opportunity of rubbing in the fact that they've lost the war, but Ambre has barely ever heard Bretonians speaking about what happened after, or whether those were true lies. They were particularly upset about Leeds, where Ambre was stationed and set off on missions from later in the campaign. Even they found it confusing, or they just weren't in the know. Prison guards weren't particularly high on the need-to-know chain.
She'll finally get to return. Years of rotting in small cells, abuse and beratement, all finally over. The comment about potentially being put on trial wasn't exciting, but she assumed it was a broad statement they would give to anyone and didn't consider herself as committing any crimes.
"What happened to my home? Why would they trial the Roi's forces?"
She'll finally get to return. Years of rotting in small cells, abuse and beratement, all finally over. The comment about potentially being put on trial wasn't exciting, but she assumed it was a broad statement they would give to anyone and didn't consider herself as committing any crimes.
"What happened to my home? Why would they trial the Roi's forces?"
RE: Veuglaire Syndrome - Keller - 01-07-2020
It wasn't surprising that she had no idea was happening, prisoners rarely received much in the way of information unless they had support from the inside. But support for a loyalist to the old regime was incredibly unlikely, even the Enclave was quite cynical in its applications of support, fashioning themselves more like a military dictatorship than a royally inclined state. "Your House has effectively been drawn and quartered. Split into four pieces, one loyal in the loosest of senses to the King's old regime. Headed by the Director-Regent, I believe that's what she calls herself. Your House has become a confederation of states, divided between the nobility, republicans and syndicates. The Council won. The Gallia you knew no longer exists, and what remains has been exiled and become the Enclave." He figured she would appreciate being completely informed, so he did his best to elaborate and provide full detail, but he only knew so much.
"You are being sent home, but it's not the home you remember. And even the people who might appear to be fellow loyalists will not feel like the countrymen you were separated from. The culmination of this war has turned your life upside down, and in that regard I can only sympathize. I find myself in a similar predicament" He leaned back into his seat and crossed his legs, the way he spoke seemed to suggest that he was a stoic or at least some form of an adherent to the philosophy. Not wanting to bombard her with too much at once, he paused to let her process everything he had just said.
"You are being sent home, but it's not the home you remember. And even the people who might appear to be fellow loyalists will not feel like the countrymen you were separated from. The culmination of this war has turned your life upside down, and in that regard I can only sympathize. I find myself in a similar predicament" He leaned back into his seat and crossed his legs, the way he spoke seemed to suggest that he was a stoic or at least some form of an adherent to the philosophy. Not wanting to bombard her with too much at once, he paused to let her process everything he had just said.
RE: Veuglaire Syndrome - Ramke - 01-08-2020
"The Council won? Are you saying the terrorists took over? That can't be true." Keller could see her emotional state change before his eyes. It was as if her core beliefs just shattered right then and there.
The woman took a few seconds to gather her thoughts about it, clearly upset. "And you're just here to bring the news, I take it?"
The woman took a few seconds to gather her thoughts about it, clearly upset. "And you're just here to bring the news, I take it?"
RE: Veuglaire Syndrome - Keller - 01-09-2020
She seemed upset, a natural response. Even though there was very little about her former regime to miss. Not that the Council was much better. Still, he couldn't afford to be reckless with his choice of words, he was here for a reason. "No. I'm not here to serve as a messenger. Your service record was quite impressive, so I intended to meet you personally. Updating you on current affairs was just an act of goodwill, and I know what it's like to be blindsided." He paused, as if hesitating to think if he should really ask what's on his mind. Eventually deciding that it would make little difference. "Do they allow you to go outside whenever you want?" He sought to move this discussion outside, a few moments soaking up the sun as with a cold drink would be supplied with an excuse and protected from his discipline. Perhaps Bretonian indulgence had rubbed off on him.
RE: Veuglaire Syndrome - Ramke - 01-09-2020
"Oui. We're allowed outside." she responded. It wasn't actually something she would have thought she could say at any point under Bretonian custody. Then again, she didn't expect to be transferred to a resort planet either.
"So why are you here, then? I imagine you're not here to just praise my number of take-downs." Ambre's mind was caught up on processing the news, but she was still curious on what this man's intent was.
"So why are you here, then? I imagine you're not here to just praise my number of take-downs." Ambre's mind was caught up on processing the news, but she was still curious on what this man's intent was.