06-10-2020, 03:41 AM
Chief's Office, Unknown Location, Eiria
June 9th
The Man called 'Odin' sat in his office, tapping his pen on the desk to the beat of a popular Eirian pop song. He didn't exactly have a fondness for most of Eiria's Pop music, but even he had to admit, it's certainly catchy. He sighed. The afternoon had run long, and he certainly wanted to get home. But he had one important call to make before he leaves. He typed a phone number into the phone on his desk, and waited while it dialed.
The Rose Chamber, the private office of Xiomeran rulers, was a pleasant place to be. Emperor Xochiuhue was finding it to be quite to his taste. More comfortable and less formal than the Throne Room, it was not just an office. It was a place where Emperors could retire from public view and have a sanctuary.
Besides, the view from the windows was quite stunning. The rose gardens outside were in bloom, soaking up the Xiomeran sun. As Xochiuhue enjoyed the scenery, the phone on his desk rang. He was not expecting a call.
More curious than apprehensive, he picked up the receiver. “Yes?” he said in a commanding tone. He didn’t bother to introduce himself. If you had this phone number, you knew who you were talking to.
"Your Majesty, I apologise for this unexpected call". Odin watched his words carefully. This call may ensure the survival of Midgard, and he couldn't mess this up. "I am called Odin, and I represent a potential ally".
Xochiuhue was intrigued. Whoever this Odin was, he was clearly resourceful to be able to obtain the Emperor’s private number. “You have my attention,” Xochiuhue replied. “Who do you represent? And why do you wish to help me?”
"I lead an association called Midgard. We are a remnant of a deposed Eirian government, one that was unfairly overthrown by a so-called 'People's Democracy'. We wish to keep the same thing from happening to Xiomera. And we believe you can help us in return".
Xochiuhue found himself even more interested. “I have heard of your group,” he said. It had been included in his security briefings. “We could potentially be of great help to each other. I am seeking to prevent the exact same sort of thing that happened to you from happening to Xiomera. If you can help us prevent that, in turn, we could perhaps help you redress the injustice done to your own government. I would welcome a strong Eiria as an ally.”
"I would appreciate that. Eiria has been stagnant for far too long, arguing and bickering on matters the public has no reason to be controlling. The Senate is full of nothing but cowards and traitors running their mouths off. And when someone took initiative and worked to change things, he was sent to maximum security prison. My country is deeply misguided, and I would appreciate any help you can give to change that. In exchange, we know how Eirian Government works, so we can get you Information on what the Lancasters are up to".
”That would be highly beneficial, as the Lancasters have made it clear that they side with our former government and my deposed predecessor. We can offer you a place to operate from, in return for mutual cooperation. Do you have someone already in Xiomera, or do you plan to come here?”
"We plan to migrate to Xiomera. The Lancasters and their blasted Senate Friends have made staying hidden hard. We would love to take you up on that offer of a new base. We'll pack up as soon as we can, and we'll bring only main leadership and security". Odin glanced at his desk. "As well as a valuable hostage. We still have a number of agents that we will leave here, to monitor any action taken against Xiomera".
”Excellent. There is a spare ASI base near Tlālacuetzla that we can assign to you. This way we can remain in communication. We will also make sure you arrive here without too much trouble. When you arrive, I shall arrange a meeting between your leadership and my own inner circle. We can discuss things in further detail then.”
Odin sat back, relieved. "That sounds excellent. Thank you, Your Majesty. We likely will travel by ship, since Eirian Airport Security is a nightmare. We should arrive maybe late this week, early next week. Then we can talk strategy".
Xochiuhue nodded. “Excellent, when you reach Xiomeran waters contact me again, so we can escort you. We are currently restricting travel by sea. I look forward to your arrival.”
"So do I. Have a good evening, Your Majesty".
The Midgard Archives, [REDACTED], Eiria
The Woman known as Frigg scrolled through the Midgard record room, packing folder after folder into boxed. She had been tasked to pack up the small archive room for transport over to Xiomera, since the Agents stationed at headquarters didn't have clearance to half of the information in that room. She stacked a box of financial reports on the old library cart, knocking a filled box on the small table over in the process. Damnit. Even after Advanced Espionage Training, I'm still a klutz. She picked the box up, reading the top file title as she placed it on the cart. Executions? She opened it, her blood running cold as she read the paper.
It was a list of names, under Bolded dates. She sat down, reading the names and dates. It's a high price for the way things should be. But still a price that needed to be paid. She scrolled down the names, and was about to put the file on the bin, until she noticed a name further down the page, under the category "Directly Ordered By Unanimous Council Vote, April 2009". Rachel Granelle. That's not possible. She was killed by a resistance group. She put the file down, repulsed. The file said her mother died by execution? Under the order of the council, of which his father was a member?
She picked up the file, thinking rapidly. Her father had remarried a month and a half after her mother's death. What if... What if it's true? What if my father, the person who taught me everything I know, caused my mother's death? She covered her mouth, shocked by how everything made sense. He had been lying to me the entire time. That Bastard. She packed the file in the cart after taking a picture of the front sheet. Oh God. Everything I've done in her name, all of the killing, and torture...
Siena Granelle, Formerly named Frigg, made a commitment to right the wrongs that she and her organization had committed, by bringing Midgard down from the inside.
June 9th
The Man called 'Odin' sat in his office, tapping his pen on the desk to the beat of a popular Eirian pop song. He didn't exactly have a fondness for most of Eiria's Pop music, but even he had to admit, it's certainly catchy. He sighed. The afternoon had run long, and he certainly wanted to get home. But he had one important call to make before he leaves. He typed a phone number into the phone on his desk, and waited while it dialed.
The Rose Chamber, the private office of Xiomeran rulers, was a pleasant place to be. Emperor Xochiuhue was finding it to be quite to his taste. More comfortable and less formal than the Throne Room, it was not just an office. It was a place where Emperors could retire from public view and have a sanctuary.
Besides, the view from the windows was quite stunning. The rose gardens outside were in bloom, soaking up the Xiomeran sun. As Xochiuhue enjoyed the scenery, the phone on his desk rang. He was not expecting a call.
More curious than apprehensive, he picked up the receiver. “Yes?” he said in a commanding tone. He didn’t bother to introduce himself. If you had this phone number, you knew who you were talking to.
"Your Majesty, I apologise for this unexpected call". Odin watched his words carefully. This call may ensure the survival of Midgard, and he couldn't mess this up. "I am called Odin, and I represent a potential ally".
Xochiuhue was intrigued. Whoever this Odin was, he was clearly resourceful to be able to obtain the Emperor’s private number. “You have my attention,” Xochiuhue replied. “Who do you represent? And why do you wish to help me?”
"I lead an association called Midgard. We are a remnant of a deposed Eirian government, one that was unfairly overthrown by a so-called 'People's Democracy'. We wish to keep the same thing from happening to Xiomera. And we believe you can help us in return".
Xochiuhue found himself even more interested. “I have heard of your group,” he said. It had been included in his security briefings. “We could potentially be of great help to each other. I am seeking to prevent the exact same sort of thing that happened to you from happening to Xiomera. If you can help us prevent that, in turn, we could perhaps help you redress the injustice done to your own government. I would welcome a strong Eiria as an ally.”
"I would appreciate that. Eiria has been stagnant for far too long, arguing and bickering on matters the public has no reason to be controlling. The Senate is full of nothing but cowards and traitors running their mouths off. And when someone took initiative and worked to change things, he was sent to maximum security prison. My country is deeply misguided, and I would appreciate any help you can give to change that. In exchange, we know how Eirian Government works, so we can get you Information on what the Lancasters are up to".
”That would be highly beneficial, as the Lancasters have made it clear that they side with our former government and my deposed predecessor. We can offer you a place to operate from, in return for mutual cooperation. Do you have someone already in Xiomera, or do you plan to come here?”
"We plan to migrate to Xiomera. The Lancasters and their blasted Senate Friends have made staying hidden hard. We would love to take you up on that offer of a new base. We'll pack up as soon as we can, and we'll bring only main leadership and security". Odin glanced at his desk. "As well as a valuable hostage. We still have a number of agents that we will leave here, to monitor any action taken against Xiomera".
”Excellent. There is a spare ASI base near Tlālacuetzla that we can assign to you. This way we can remain in communication. We will also make sure you arrive here without too much trouble. When you arrive, I shall arrange a meeting between your leadership and my own inner circle. We can discuss things in further detail then.”
Odin sat back, relieved. "That sounds excellent. Thank you, Your Majesty. We likely will travel by ship, since Eirian Airport Security is a nightmare. We should arrive maybe late this week, early next week. Then we can talk strategy".
Xochiuhue nodded. “Excellent, when you reach Xiomeran waters contact me again, so we can escort you. We are currently restricting travel by sea. I look forward to your arrival.”
"So do I. Have a good evening, Your Majesty".
The Midgard Archives, [REDACTED], Eiria
The Woman known as Frigg scrolled through the Midgard record room, packing folder after folder into boxed. She had been tasked to pack up the small archive room for transport over to Xiomera, since the Agents stationed at headquarters didn't have clearance to half of the information in that room. She stacked a box of financial reports on the old library cart, knocking a filled box on the small table over in the process. Damnit. Even after Advanced Espionage Training, I'm still a klutz. She picked the box up, reading the top file title as she placed it on the cart. Executions? She opened it, her blood running cold as she read the paper.
It was a list of names, under Bolded dates. She sat down, reading the names and dates. It's a high price for the way things should be. But still a price that needed to be paid. She scrolled down the names, and was about to put the file on the bin, until she noticed a name further down the page, under the category "Directly Ordered By Unanimous Council Vote, April 2009". Rachel Granelle. That's not possible. She was killed by a resistance group. She put the file down, repulsed. The file said her mother died by execution? Under the order of the council, of which his father was a member?
She picked up the file, thinking rapidly. Her father had remarried a month and a half after her mother's death. What if... What if it's true? What if my father, the person who taught me everything I know, caused my mother's death? She covered her mouth, shocked by how everything made sense. He had been lying to me the entire time. That Bastard. She packed the file in the cart after taking a picture of the front sheet. Oh God. Everything I've done in her name, all of the killing, and torture...
Siena Granelle, Formerly named Frigg, made a commitment to right the wrongs that she and her organization had committed, by bringing Midgard down from the inside.
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