02-14-2020, 01:37 AM
Point Omega, [REDACTED], Eiria
6:53 PM
Commander Revalle walked down the corridor of the highly secretive Military Base Point Omega, passing cell after cell, most of them empty. She stopped in front of the last cell, where a single beam of light in the dark illuminated the woman inside.
Ducette lay feigning sleep, as she spent most of her days doing. That, and pretending to be more confused and worried than she was. She fully intended to stick to her lie.
The Commander banged on the bars, signaling two guards to open the cell door and escort her inside. "Miss Ducette? Wake up". She nudged the woman on the bed.
She opened her eyes and glanced blankly up, silent.
Revalle waited. "Well?". She lifted Ducette by her arm and gave her to one of the guards. "Follow quickly, and don't fall behind. The guards can be strong willed when someone is dragging their feet".
"I want a lawyer," she said as they walked, lagging a little just to see what would happen.
Almost instantly, the guards picked her up by her shoulders and carried her a couple inches up the ground until she kept up. "You'll get a lawyer soon, not that it'll do you much good. It'll have to be a State Attorney, because no lawyer in their right mind would take the case. Feel bad for the person who draws the short straw". She lead her and the guards into a room with a table and two chairs, and the guards promptly chained Ducette's handcuffs to the table, while the commander sat across from her.
"It sounds like you've already decided I'm guilty," she said bitterly. "So much for a fair trial."
"You'll get a fair trial, but the evidence we have is crippling to any case you try to make. Plus, I find it ironic that a Kerlian spy is trying to lecture me on Justice. Certainly better than anything you would get in Kerlile".
"I'm not a Kerlian spy! I told you, I was hired by someone to edit those documents. You should be looking for her!" Ducette cried.
The Commander Raised her eyebrows. "Well, Miss, do enlighten me. What did this woman look like, and did she give you a name?"
"She had dark hair, dark eyes... I only saw her in darkness. I never got a name. Was paid in cash. I needed the money to pay off a gambling debt. I think her accent was Kerlian, but I didn't notice it at the time. Only when I had time to think, locked in that little cell," she said, shuddering a little.
Revalle nodded. "Okay. It says here in your file-" She gestured to a thick folder. "-That you were captured by a very important individual, and you put up a fight. I have to say I'm impressed, but it doesn't help your record if you can go against someone like her and actually stand a chance. And If I have to wager a guess on this mysterious Kerlian woman, I'd say her name was Pauline".
"I went to some free women's self-defence classes," she said, "because this is a dangerous world and a single woman needs to be able to protect herself."
"A good idea, however a few self defense classes shouldn't be able to match someone who has spent fifteen years training in martial arts and fighting, twenty in the field, and has survived two wars in which they were behind enemy lines, not to mention her years of strategy experience. I know her reputation. In fact, the final test for a military martial arts training is to be able to survive against her or her partner in martial combat for One minute. It's very hard. So, you are not ordinary".
"Maybe I'm just very talented," she smirked. "I never said I was ordinary. I'm not a boring sheep who follows the crowd."
She shook her head. "Well, we've contacted the Kerlian Embassy, told them what a help you've been to national security, and we are currently arranging for a deportation sentence from the Judicial Offices to send you home. I'd imagine you'd be more comfortable there".
Ducette turned incredibly pale. "Do you... do you realise what happens to people in that country!? If you send me there I'll be tortured!" she shouted, getting angry. "Horribly, horribly tortured! And it will be your fault! Can you live with that on your conscience!?"
Revalle shrugged. "I'm sorry, Miss. The orders are coming from the top. It's out of my hands. Although, someone is here who does have some say in the matter." She nodded at the guards by the door, who opened it up to let a woman in. Her long blonde hair was tied back, revealing the long scar on her face. A guard pulled up a chair for her. She nodded to Ducette. "Madame Ducette. It's nice to see you in one piece".
"Nice trap," she said, the sarcasm dripping from her voice. "Are you willing to be complicit in torture, liar?"
The woman chuckled. "The last I checked, forging documents was considered lying, so that's hilarious. As for torture, you work for a nation that tortures people for reading foreign books. So, let's add two counts of hypocrisy to your already-soiled record."
"I'm not a Kerlian," Ducette insisted, "but if I was, I'd be offended. Only the most extreme anti-Kerlile people actually believe that is punished by torture. And you call me a hypocrite, but this country is the most hypocritical of all. Eiria is said to be almost utopian, peaceful, beautiful, fair. Yet you snatch people off the streets, trick them, accuse them of things and then, apparently, plan to ship them off to be tortured. Eiria is no utopia."
"Ah, but that's where you're wrong, Madame. We are doing this to preserve the Utopia, from those who wish to see it harmed. And I was listening from the other room for this whole conversation. Why did you get so panicked when we told you that you are heading to Kerlile? If you didn't do anything, and aren't a Kerlian spy, why would they torture you? After all, and Eirian citizen would know nothing about Kerlile relating to Eirian national security."
"Because you're going to deport me to a totalitarian dictatorship I've never been to! Anyone would be terrified! This is a violation of my human rights. You can't save utopia by destroying it," she argued. "Perhaps I will be better off there. They seem to be enacting policies of reform. Here... you seem to be doing the opposite."
"We're not monsters, Madame. Would you rather have been caught in LOM, or Shuell? They would torture you themselves. My associates are still deciding on the deportation, after all. If you cooperate, we may keep you here. It's Better than Kerlile."
"I've told you, I was hired by someone. It's not my fault you don't believe me."
"Hired by Miss Pierre, Perhaps?".
"I've never spoken to Councillor Pierre."
"Of Course not. She only came by every few months, after all. Chances are you've seen her, though".
"I... you're really determined, aren't you?" She said, shaking her head. "I've only ever seen her on TV."
The woman sighed. "Well, if you're so insistent, there is really no point in this". She nodded at the guards. "Take her back to her cell".
Ducette looked up at the guards and sighed. She knew it was pointless, they'd never believe her, but she'd be damned if she was going to give anything away. She remained silent. She would face whatever happened to her with the knowledge that she had remained loyal.
6:53 PM
Commander Revalle walked down the corridor of the highly secretive Military Base Point Omega, passing cell after cell, most of them empty. She stopped in front of the last cell, where a single beam of light in the dark illuminated the woman inside.
Ducette lay feigning sleep, as she spent most of her days doing. That, and pretending to be more confused and worried than she was. She fully intended to stick to her lie.
The Commander banged on the bars, signaling two guards to open the cell door and escort her inside. "Miss Ducette? Wake up". She nudged the woman on the bed.
She opened her eyes and glanced blankly up, silent.
Revalle waited. "Well?". She lifted Ducette by her arm and gave her to one of the guards. "Follow quickly, and don't fall behind. The guards can be strong willed when someone is dragging their feet".
"I want a lawyer," she said as they walked, lagging a little just to see what would happen.
Almost instantly, the guards picked her up by her shoulders and carried her a couple inches up the ground until she kept up. "You'll get a lawyer soon, not that it'll do you much good. It'll have to be a State Attorney, because no lawyer in their right mind would take the case. Feel bad for the person who draws the short straw". She lead her and the guards into a room with a table and two chairs, and the guards promptly chained Ducette's handcuffs to the table, while the commander sat across from her.
"It sounds like you've already decided I'm guilty," she said bitterly. "So much for a fair trial."
"You'll get a fair trial, but the evidence we have is crippling to any case you try to make. Plus, I find it ironic that a Kerlian spy is trying to lecture me on Justice. Certainly better than anything you would get in Kerlile".
"I'm not a Kerlian spy! I told you, I was hired by someone to edit those documents. You should be looking for her!" Ducette cried.
The Commander Raised her eyebrows. "Well, Miss, do enlighten me. What did this woman look like, and did she give you a name?"
"She had dark hair, dark eyes... I only saw her in darkness. I never got a name. Was paid in cash. I needed the money to pay off a gambling debt. I think her accent was Kerlian, but I didn't notice it at the time. Only when I had time to think, locked in that little cell," she said, shuddering a little.
Revalle nodded. "Okay. It says here in your file-" She gestured to a thick folder. "-That you were captured by a very important individual, and you put up a fight. I have to say I'm impressed, but it doesn't help your record if you can go against someone like her and actually stand a chance. And If I have to wager a guess on this mysterious Kerlian woman, I'd say her name was Pauline".
"I went to some free women's self-defence classes," she said, "because this is a dangerous world and a single woman needs to be able to protect herself."
"A good idea, however a few self defense classes shouldn't be able to match someone who has spent fifteen years training in martial arts and fighting, twenty in the field, and has survived two wars in which they were behind enemy lines, not to mention her years of strategy experience. I know her reputation. In fact, the final test for a military martial arts training is to be able to survive against her or her partner in martial combat for One minute. It's very hard. So, you are not ordinary".
"Maybe I'm just very talented," she smirked. "I never said I was ordinary. I'm not a boring sheep who follows the crowd."
She shook her head. "Well, we've contacted the Kerlian Embassy, told them what a help you've been to national security, and we are currently arranging for a deportation sentence from the Judicial Offices to send you home. I'd imagine you'd be more comfortable there".
Ducette turned incredibly pale. "Do you... do you realise what happens to people in that country!? If you send me there I'll be tortured!" she shouted, getting angry. "Horribly, horribly tortured! And it will be your fault! Can you live with that on your conscience!?"
Revalle shrugged. "I'm sorry, Miss. The orders are coming from the top. It's out of my hands. Although, someone is here who does have some say in the matter." She nodded at the guards by the door, who opened it up to let a woman in. Her long blonde hair was tied back, revealing the long scar on her face. A guard pulled up a chair for her. She nodded to Ducette. "Madame Ducette. It's nice to see you in one piece".
"Nice trap," she said, the sarcasm dripping from her voice. "Are you willing to be complicit in torture, liar?"
The woman chuckled. "The last I checked, forging documents was considered lying, so that's hilarious. As for torture, you work for a nation that tortures people for reading foreign books. So, let's add two counts of hypocrisy to your already-soiled record."
"I'm not a Kerlian," Ducette insisted, "but if I was, I'd be offended. Only the most extreme anti-Kerlile people actually believe that is punished by torture. And you call me a hypocrite, but this country is the most hypocritical of all. Eiria is said to be almost utopian, peaceful, beautiful, fair. Yet you snatch people off the streets, trick them, accuse them of things and then, apparently, plan to ship them off to be tortured. Eiria is no utopia."
"Ah, but that's where you're wrong, Madame. We are doing this to preserve the Utopia, from those who wish to see it harmed. And I was listening from the other room for this whole conversation. Why did you get so panicked when we told you that you are heading to Kerlile? If you didn't do anything, and aren't a Kerlian spy, why would they torture you? After all, and Eirian citizen would know nothing about Kerlile relating to Eirian national security."
"Because you're going to deport me to a totalitarian dictatorship I've never been to! Anyone would be terrified! This is a violation of my human rights. You can't save utopia by destroying it," she argued. "Perhaps I will be better off there. They seem to be enacting policies of reform. Here... you seem to be doing the opposite."
"We're not monsters, Madame. Would you rather have been caught in LOM, or Shuell? They would torture you themselves. My associates are still deciding on the deportation, after all. If you cooperate, we may keep you here. It's Better than Kerlile."
"I've told you, I was hired by someone. It's not my fault you don't believe me."
"Hired by Miss Pierre, Perhaps?".
"I've never spoken to Councillor Pierre."
"Of Course not. She only came by every few months, after all. Chances are you've seen her, though".
"I... you're really determined, aren't you?" She said, shaking her head. "I've only ever seen her on TV."
The woman sighed. "Well, if you're so insistent, there is really no point in this". She nodded at the guards. "Take her back to her cell".
Ducette looked up at the guards and sighed. She knew it was pointless, they'd never believe her, but she'd be damned if she was going to give anything away. She remained silent. She would face whatever happened to her with the knowledge that she had remained loyal.
<t></t>