06-29-2021, 03:25 AM
Xomaxtli Hill
Estate of Yauhmi, nantzintli of the Huenyan Federation
Just outside Chuaztlapoc
It was a widely understood thing among Xiomerans, and indeed people around the IDU: when Yauhmi wanted something done, for better or worse, it got done.
Xomaxtli Hill, her place of refuge, already looked far different than it had just a few weeks before. Stepping out into the back courtyard, the "honored mother" of Huenya admired how far the once-dilapidated estate had come. A bit of sun was just now peeking out over the nearby hills, bathing the grounds of Xomaxtli Hill in a soft golden glow. As the sun was the patron god of any good and traditional minded Xiomeran, she took it as a good sign. Basking in its warmth, and taking a sip of her coffee, she smiled. While there were still a few touches left to be completed, her new home was ready. Not just for her, but for everyone else who would need it.
Walking back inside, she greeted her "colleagues" on the Xomaxtli Hill program with a smile. "Good morning," she said.
General Huatli returned the smile, with a respectful nod of her head. Etlahuatzitl, the leader of the Shorn Ones, also gave a respectful head nod. She didn't smile, but she never really did. Yauhmi gestured for both of them to sit. "We are ready, I believe, to begin the first phase of Project Axihuayan," she said, using the Huenyan term for refuge.
"We are, ma'am," Huatli replied. "We've begun assembling volunteers already, and training them. We've borrowed somewhat from the Milintican concept of their popular militias - although, thankfully, omitting their obnoxious socialist propagandizing - and have begun looking at locations. Most of them will have to be water-based rescues, although we're looking at ways people can possibly be snuck past the guards at the Canal Zone as well. That part will be tricky. But we think we can pull it off."
"We have also begun making contacts within Imperial-controlled territory as well," Etlahuatzitl said. "They will be the ones to put groups together and escort them to the border. Our job will begin once they arrive."
Yauhmi nodded, a pleased look on her face. She looked out the windows of the sitting room to the grounds of her estate. Already, shelters were being set up for those who would soon arrive.
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Hundreds of miles away, near the Huenyan coastline along the Gulf of Epeloc, groups of Huenyans were already preparing. They had a name: the Deliverers.
Some deliverers carted simple things around: food, packages, letters. This group had a far more important task: delivering people facing persecution or arrest in Xiomera from the clutches of Calhualyana and her Empire to safety in Huenya. And they were determined to make sure their particular deliveries always made it to their destination in the same condition they left in. Even if the Deliverer had to guarantee the delivery with their own life.
They would be facing a huge challenge in the new Imperial Security Agency, the Xiomeran replacement for ASI. But they were going to take the chance anyway.
Estate of Yauhmi, nantzintli of the Huenyan Federation
Just outside Chuaztlapoc
It was a widely understood thing among Xiomerans, and indeed people around the IDU: when Yauhmi wanted something done, for better or worse, it got done.
Xomaxtli Hill, her place of refuge, already looked far different than it had just a few weeks before. Stepping out into the back courtyard, the "honored mother" of Huenya admired how far the once-dilapidated estate had come. A bit of sun was just now peeking out over the nearby hills, bathing the grounds of Xomaxtli Hill in a soft golden glow. As the sun was the patron god of any good and traditional minded Xiomeran, she took it as a good sign. Basking in its warmth, and taking a sip of her coffee, she smiled. While there were still a few touches left to be completed, her new home was ready. Not just for her, but for everyone else who would need it.
Walking back inside, she greeted her "colleagues" on the Xomaxtli Hill program with a smile. "Good morning," she said.
General Huatli returned the smile, with a respectful nod of her head. Etlahuatzitl, the leader of the Shorn Ones, also gave a respectful head nod. She didn't smile, but she never really did. Yauhmi gestured for both of them to sit. "We are ready, I believe, to begin the first phase of Project Axihuayan," she said, using the Huenyan term for refuge.
"We are, ma'am," Huatli replied. "We've begun assembling volunteers already, and training them. We've borrowed somewhat from the Milintican concept of their popular militias - although, thankfully, omitting their obnoxious socialist propagandizing - and have begun looking at locations. Most of them will have to be water-based rescues, although we're looking at ways people can possibly be snuck past the guards at the Canal Zone as well. That part will be tricky. But we think we can pull it off."
"We have also begun making contacts within Imperial-controlled territory as well," Etlahuatzitl said. "They will be the ones to put groups together and escort them to the border. Our job will begin once they arrive."
Yauhmi nodded, a pleased look on her face. She looked out the windows of the sitting room to the grounds of her estate. Already, shelters were being set up for those who would soon arrive.
---
Hundreds of miles away, near the Huenyan coastline along the Gulf of Epeloc, groups of Huenyans were already preparing. They had a name: the Deliverers.
Some deliverers carted simple things around: food, packages, letters. This group had a far more important task: delivering people facing persecution or arrest in Xiomera from the clutches of Calhualyana and her Empire to safety in Huenya. And they were determined to make sure their particular deliveries always made it to their destination in the same condition they left in. Even if the Deliverer had to guarantee the delivery with their own life.
They would be facing a huge challenge in the new Imperial Security Agency, the Xiomeran replacement for ASI. But they were going to take the chance anyway.
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