[Pre "Story's End"]

[1]

There's no rest for the wicked or the righteous. As the final military operation against the Lady shifts into high gear, Project Unification staff and civilian volunteers are streaming in and out of Saikhama to donate memory imprints to the crystalline weapon.

Dido Sybil has been hovering around the hanger bay where the Anti-Lady weapon is store. Observant people might see her take a few steps toward the memory copying station, then turn around and walk away, looking at something on her phone.

Finally, she sees and approaches you. "Hey," she says with a weak smile. "If you've got a free evening next week, could you do me a favor?" She chuckles nervously. "It's a doozy."

[2]



"I, Alexia Sybil, ask of you all!" Dido's mom proclaims. "In the world of Italian cuisine, what is the mightiest dish? Calamari? Chicken Alfredo? No, it is bell peppers; the spicier the better! Those who can eat these peppers whole are shining champions of taste! Those who cannot stomach them...should just order from the children's menu!"

You've tagged along with Dido to have Italian dinner with her billionaire mother. More specifically, you're dining in a zero-g Italian restaurant, located in the central torus of a space colony, where all the the food is broiled in raw sunlight focused by skyscraper-sized solar mirrors.

For an utterly posh restaurant, it's rather messy.

"Anyways," Alexia Sybil says, turning toward you. "Wont you tell me what my little Dido's been up to?" She grabs a stray pepper floating through the air and wolfs it down. "She never talks about her work at the Unity Group...or is it Project Unification now?"
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...

[Sielje shuffles on her seat awkwardly. This really isn't a time for this kind of meetings - but she felt the need to at least try to fix the sour relationship with Dido's mother, and that was a decent and possibly final opportunity for that. Though now she wonders if Alexia even remembers or recognizes her, the knight wearing her elegant dress and all.]

Ah, Dido, yes. She is very busy as of recently. The amount of work that awaits her and other mechanists every day is... overwhelming.
Edited Date: 2016-08-17 03:00 am (UTC)
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Ah, no, nothing of such!

[Sielje briefly - but energetically waves her hands, trying her best to remain in the chair.]

I am a representative of Ankaia on Earth, technically I hold no rank in Unity Group or what became of it. I cannot impose myself on others, if they follow me it is because of their own will.

[Try not to think about shoving people. That only happened a few times.]
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No, it has not.

[Sielje's eyes follow after the food as it floats away. Unfortunately her hands are too busy preventing herself from floating. Good-bye caprese, I will miss you... whatever you are.]

Any movement of people or goods between Ankaia and Earth is examined carefully, so whatever they have in plan, they cannot do it. And if they try force instead, all will turn against them...
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Fumerco has already fallen once. It was reformed under a different banner, but...

[Sielje's eyes wander about. But she makes her choice, and stares back at Dido's mother.]

The ones responsible, the masterminds in the shadows remain hidden. Fumerco was said to "protect the identity" of its masters. But now, it seems as if they abandoned it... probably, seeking fortune elsewhere.

As long as it remains so, that is fine with me. I do not need vengeance.
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[Sielje takes a deep breath. She stays quiet for a few moments, full of heavy thoughts. But she has to admit the truth.]

I... do not know.
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I am not underestimating anyone! It is true, we cannot know for sure if we will win. But if there is such a choice we will pursue it with all our strength.

...

A what?
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[Well, if "normal" food still was absolutely disgusting for her, all these bell peppers are just... well, Mizuki's barely managed two bites of her own.]

It's Project Unification...

But you have to understand that things are busier than ever, and it's a proper military group unlike Solaris. There are things we can't really just talk about to anyone.

[She gives her fellow pilot a reassuring look. Don't worry, she's got your back here Dido.]
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[Well now. The worry's met with a solemn certainty... which falls apart as that waiter arrives. Mizuki gives it a nom, chewing thoughtfully before swallowing and answering.]

Good enough that we're still alive. Bad enough that we might not be for much longer unless we take action.

But that's exactly what we're intending to do. And we have a plan to go with as well.

Until it comes to an end, I just have to ask... to please have faith.
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[One would expect Peola to show a bit of decorum given that she's a princess... however given that she's in a zero gee environment and there's food floating all over the place... she's just taken to getting what she could as she could manage. Amusingly in comparison, Ourania sits as prim and proper as you please, carefully catching food out of the air with her utensils and sampling everything she ate with a delicate hand.]

Well... with everything that's been happening Dido's been working overtime. Its been really rough on us all... we really appreciate the invitation Lady Sybil.

[Peola gives a light bow of her head before she spied some calamari floating by... but before she could snag it her sister was already chewing on the morsel with a playfully smug grin.]

Khhhhh....

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"I suppose you could say that. Though mostly I've just been reserving judgement."

[The small and polite smile on her face twitched in a way that hid her desire to give her sister a trollish, playful grin. Peola took a deep breath and contented herself with trying to snag more food... much to her difficulty.]



Well I can definitely see you didn't spare any expense-

[Peola's attempt at politeness was promptly derailed as Ourania once more managed to snag yet another delicacy with ease.]

-Okay. How are you doing that.



"With my Ki. Really sister I thought that you would have attempted it yourself.... or did you suddenly decide to remember when father told you not to use ki at the dining table from that scolding he gave you two years ago?"

.... So how are your other children faring Lady Sybil?
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Uh... Ourania you wanna-



"Go play sister. I'll deal with this."

[There was a small grin on the blonde's face as she shooed her older sister, the Bluenette grinning eagerly as she leaped out of her chair, twisting past the free floating food towards the incoming ball of ice-]

Haaaaaaa-! EEERRYYYYAAAAAH!

[And with a precise strike ended up making it look like winter as the ice chips may as well have been so many snowflakes. Peola of course now had the task of moving through Zero-gee to nab the wine before it flew all over the place and hit someone.]



"Hm... I would say at the very least your son is quite dedicated to his interests... I can admire that actually."

[The princess takes some time to sample one of the other seafood dishes. Earth fish was much different from the gargantuan leviathans back home but the varying tastes made them just as interesting.]

"As for the matter that you are verbally dueling with Dido on... I think my father dealt with something similar. Unlike those of the Royal Family or Noble lines the so called plebian rabble you refer to have precious little and worked for what they have - however small it is."

[Ourania leaned forward, tilting her head with a small smile.]

"Since it wasn't a cultural matter which would have made the point moot, the Noble who was in charge of that particular province sought my father out and tried to talk him into allowing his beautification works to be carried out."

"Father of course stated that while he admired the Noble's desire to replace the ragged dwellings his charges lived in with edifices of beauty, the noble's duty was to his people. If he wished to carry out his works he would need to have his people share his dream."

[That being said the younger princess leaned back in her seat.]

"I suppose what happened next was that the Noble made a number of concessions since my Father recently mentioned he was planning to see how the work is progressing. I didn't really find out since that meeting of the King's Court was interrupted by a horde of spiders."
Edited Date: 2016-08-19 12:18 pm (UTC)

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"Its mostly because its there. People like to make assumptions. Most seem to think I'm plotting their downfall. Admittedly they're right half the time and its mostly in the literal sense."

[Falling down. Down fall. Damnit Ourania. The princess shrugs and shakes her head at the opinions of the masses.]

"Its best to prove them wrong... or maybe prove them right in a way they don't expect and have them be pleasantly surprised. After all... a giant laser would be useful in a number of ways I'm sure. Now if you pardon me I think I need to make sure my sister stays away from the wine. She's very much a lightweight."



I am not!


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... Considering I've got about a dozen favors of my own to take care of I-...

[Calvin takes a deep breath and smooths out his crumpled coat and messy hair with a sigh.]

Okay. What've you got for me to do?
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... Sorry. Nope. No... Not a chance...

[The inspector's taking a deep breath and suddenly looking really uneasy.]

I don't do well with posh stuff that well and... things are kind of difficult... not to mention I thought I'd visit my parents...
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They're a lot nicer than a crackpot like me deserves that's for sure.

[Calvin shakes his head with a small smile.]

Mom and Dad were pretty happy to let me and my siblings figure out what we wanted to do and where we went. Moira met her husband Ansel doing some reviews for a magazine she works at overseas.

One of my brothers -Victor went into Aerospace engineering, said he wanted to follow in my cousin Connor's footsteps. My other brother Jeffrey went into Marine Biology.

Then you've got me. The kid brother.

[Calvin sighs.]

Lost my job, have a terrible reputation and they all still think the world of me.
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You could say that. My parents aren't exactly money though...

[Calvin's filling up a cup of coffee, having decided to spoil himself a bit with a better brand. With what was to be the biggest and most decisive fight for the world, he figured he could live it up a bit.]

Nah... its fine. Its like... having a safety net I guess. Mom might've been the one who encouraged me to find my dreams but Dad was the one who helped me back to my feet the most whenever things got bad.

He cooks a mean barbecue too. Probably why my sister Moira decided to be a food critic, loved his cooking and it sparked something off.

He didn't take kindly to people giving his kids grief either. I remember when I was a kid... there was this one jerk of a teacher, about just as nice as my old boss...

[Ah yes, the former head of the OSI who turned out to be a horrific abomination from times most ancient. Yikes.]

Wasn't mine though - the guy heaped a bunch of abuse on Jeffrey.. I told dad about the whole thing, my brother wasn't happy at first... but I heard from Jeff that dad walked into class one day, no phonecalls no nothing and just decked the asshole before getting all the parents whose kids got it just as bad and had the school have to pull of a lot to avoid a major stink.
Edited Date: 2016-08-19 06:13 am (UTC)
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I'm pretty sure that even if you were cloned then you'd resemble her a lot more... even if you account for any kind of tweaks she might have made. I'd chalk it up to a weird sense of humor...

[That or there's even more weird science going on. Calvin takes a deep whiff of the contents of his cup and it felt like his neckhairs were standing on end. This might just be the best cup of coffee he had in a long while.]

... and I think its probably alright to complain. Not knowing if anyone actually wanted to reach out or if they actually cared about you is honestly the worst. At least with people who treat you badly out in the open are honest with things-

[There was a squawk from down below. Should Dido look down she'd notice that it was the Polarion Raptor hatchling that Calvin had been taking care of. It was now roughly the size of a beagle and chirping curiously at Dido, scampering on all fours as its wings flapped and fluttered with a leash clamped in its beak.]

-...Oh damnit I knew I forgot something.
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[Gwen is never one to turn down a chance to bust out her formal dresses and enjoy a posh meal! Though she's only been nibbling at her food.]

Mmm, well, we're usually in different areas, so we don't see each other all that much. I'm always focusing on piloting right now, and she's been busy getting as much materiel ready as possible. But she works hard, and well.

[Gwen flicks a piece of calamari back towards her mouth with effortless grace.]

Sorry to disappoint, I'm not too much of a gossip.
Edited Date: 2016-08-18 04:05 am (UTC)
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Oh, there's more ambition in those dregs than you know.

[Gwenhwyfar's smile and cheery demeanor don't falter, even as Alexia's eating sends a splinter droplet of sauce into the robot's hair. She just cheerily wipes it up with her napkin, as if nothing happened.]

And I'm afraid whoever told you about me was severely misinformed. I'm Jen's sister in mind, not in blood; as her replacement, I only came to exist with her passing. Really, I just joined Project Unification so I can fight people.
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[Gwen waves off Dido, giggling.]

I'm more her than not. And weren't you listening? I did it so I could fight people. You might not get it, but to risk your life in a battle with a master-That's fun, more fun than a night with an escort.

Besides, I like some of the people there.
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