Military Intelligence - Death of a Soldier

[Kaze]

As Victor Steiner walked the corridors of the venerable York, he thought about the words he received in Dagon's comm. What rattled him the most was the mention of a gift. That woman, in his mind, was cunning and a beacon of darkness that sent chills down his spine most of the times they talked. The ambiance in the York was different since he last set foot in here. Patrols in every corridor. A marine in every corner. Security cameras, and above all, the image of the bretonian flag and of the Queen displayed without restraint. When he docked, he found marines training, and combat Exos being serviced. A testament that this ship was to be at the vanguard of any operation or any defense regarding Bretonia.

These men were short in their words, hard in their demeanor, and they glanced at Victor several times, looking for something, although he did not know what it was. After six security checkpoints, his feet finally brought him to the office of the Commanding Officer of the York, Commodore Kaze Nelson Reidman Dagon. Two guards stood in attention, barring the door. One of them raised his hand to stop Victor.

"The Commodore is training inside. She is not to be disturbed."

Victor raised an eyebrow looking at the man.

"The Commodore summoned me. Victor Steiner, Lieutenant Commander of the Bretonian Armed Forces, Black Watch."

The marine pulled up a small wrist-pad and looked at its small holo-console. After ten seconds, Victor spoke again.

"This is of the highest importance, soldier."

He looked at Steiner for a second, obviously disregarding him and continued to browse the contents of his holo-console. Twenty seconds later, he closed it and talked to his comm device.

"He is clear."

Steiner heard the mechanical sound of rotors working behind him, and as he turned his head, two wall mounted automated gattling lasers retracted into the wall. Gulping ever so slightly, he noted the unnerving fact that he did not hear them move to begin with. The guard turned to him.

"You can go in, sir. But I have to warn you. She does not like to be disturbed during her training."

He opened the door, and Steiner, mustering his bravado walked in, and the marine shut the door behind him. He surveyed the office, and to its surprise it was spartan. A steel, modern, desk with several holo consoles was in front of him. However, unoccupied. The walls were the common wall metal found in the battleship rooms, with the floor however being wood. Steiner tentatively walked towards the desk and noticed that the office expanded to the side, where a large open room was shown. There a single bed, military style, with several papers on top of it laid against the far wall. A small sofa, a coffee table, a small kitchenette with a small door, probably the bathroom, dotted the middle. And several weapons and electronic devices laying everywhere, from the couch to the kitchenette counter. He noticed the air was permeated with the smell of tobacco and incense.

Finally, trying to peer into the personal space, he noticed the room also opened to its right side. There, in the kusari style, a small training room, barely ten meters by five, and the woman he sought, practicing what it seemed martial moves but also almost a dance, in what he could describe a trance. If she was aware of him, she did not show it. The sweat glistened from her head, and her feet moved with precision, with the arms displaying what it seemed defensive moves. And there he saw it. A small phoenix tattoo between her shoulder blades, and the bionic arm and what seemed a foot as well. Slowly stopping her martial dance, she turned her back to Steiner and bowed to something. Steiner tried to look at what it was, only finding a long paper parchment with kusari writing on it.

"Lieutenant Commander." Her voiced sounded through the silent room, with what it seemed a low growl. Steiner stood in attention, displaying his own training.

"Commodore." He saluted, as she picked up a towel. She gestured with her hand to the entrance of the room, where her desk was. He quickly turned to the entrance and sat in one of the chairs in front of the desk. They were not the most comfortable, metal chaffing against his back. He tried to find the proper position but he could not find one. Dagon showed up, less than a minute after, drinking a bottle of water and sat in what it seemed a piloting chair, comfortable, but without the technology that normally exist in them.

"We have much to talk about your.. mission you took upon yourself." She said, placing the bottle on the desk.

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