NationStates Jolt Archive

A nightmare come true (Serious RP)

11-08-2003, 10:07
It's night time in the presidential palace in the heartlands of Iraqstan the lights are shining in servant quarters and the master bed rooms, from the master bedrooms the sounds of music eerily devoid of emotions other than sadness and desperation ring out from the open windows.

Inside Carlos dressed only in a robe stands infront of a mirror performing his nightly ritual of scanning his face and body for imperfections needing attention paid to them. His eyes shine with a haunted look of a man lost in thought. You've lost that look of spirit and devotion Carlos..... pausing at that thought Carlos shakes his head and sighs softly before turning to the regally designed polished wooden dresser where a dagger sits it's hilt made of ivory and emeralds lays resting in it's sheath.

Pausing to once more stare at his reflection in the mirror Carlos reaches out and takes the knife removing it from the sheath he runs the blade along the palm of his hand savoring the feel of flesh parting at it's sharpness. Closing his hand around the cut he lets the blood trickle down his arm fire returns to his eyes as the pain throbs deliciously through his arm.

Opening his hand once more he looks at the blood smeared victim of his own mind and grins before sitting down on the bed and using the knife of cleaning once more....................

"Vic, I dont think the Führer has called for dinner yet, should I interrupt his mediations to find out what he wants to eat?" the young maid asks from her spot in the stairwell to Carlos' bedrooms.

Vic the cook walks out with a look of curiosity in his eyes and frowns "You sure? he calls by now go see I dont think he'll mind." chuckling Vic returns to the kitchen and prepares the routinely made first courses the Führer always orders.

Laughing lightly at Vic's comment Lasari moves her way up the stairs brushing any signs of dirt or sloppyness from her clothes, eyes shining brightly with excitement at being in this part of the house once more she makes her way down the halls listening to the eerie music and frowning He only ever listens to that music when he's upset.... Shaking her head she walks to the main bedroom door and knocks lightly, waiting she idly picks at her dress and frowns. Knocking once more she waits and finnaly pushes the door open walking through the room she checks the bathroom to find it steamy after a shower the uniform laying in a heap on the floor.

Walking to the mirror she spots the stains on the carpet and looks at them before looking into the mirror and gasps in shock for laying behind her is the bloodied form of her Führer his chest rising and falling almost imperceptably blood pooling at his wrists on the bed. Calling out to Vic she rushes to her leaders side and attempts to bandage the cuts to his wrists, his chest and stomach seeing the dagger of purity laying beside him she begins to cry her tears mingling with blood and her sobs filling the room with noise matching that of the music.

Vic hearing the shout grabs the phone and rushes up the stairs entering the bedroom he hears Lasari's sobs and walks around the bend into the bedroom proper and pauses phone clattering to the floor "In the name of the pure what has happened?!" he exclaims as he rushes to Lasira's side turning to him tears raining down her face she explains "I dont know Vic! I found him here when I came in, call the doctors please!" she pleaded as Vic nodded and dialed the emergency station near by. "Hello? yes I need help at the presidential palace it's the Führer he's.... Hurt and unconcious quickly please!" getting a curt response from the doctors Vic throws the phone away and helps Lasira attend to their fallen leader.

So this is what it feels like to die, To feel the life drain slowly from ones body I did not know how much fun those people have when I kill them..... Bless these two servants they seek to help me, but at the same time both of you leave me I no longer have the devotion to our lady sirithil that you do....I deserve this. Carlos thought weakly to himself as he slowly ebbed into the dark void of death after feeling the presence and hearing the voices of his servants.

Downstairs the servants hear the door crash open as the medical teams arrive and rush up the stairs after Vic calls to them arriving they take over the ministrations the pair started and manage some what in the last moments to keep the Führer breathing and alive bandaging the wounds they prep him for transport to the closest hospital whom have already been alerted to the incoming of the Führer rushing Carlos down stairs they rush him into the ambulance and speed off to the hospital whom now have been alerted to the condition of him.

In the palace the two servants stare at each other horrified and empty their nightmares come true their leader, their love their lord fallen..............

Hours later
Imperial News Network
Hail the Führer, Long Live the Empire!

Emergency Broadcast, Imperial News Network

The camera focuses in on a sad looking reporter who looks up and smiles as she begins to speak.

"viewers of the pure, and the international community tonight has bred in the hearts of the enlightened the pure citizens of the holy empire a fear. Fear for our Führer's life which now hangs closer to death than previously thought. For reasons nobody has stated the Führer has been discovered in his bedrooms close to unconciousness and bleeding from his wrists, chest and stomach. Initial reports indicate an attempted suicide for reasons unknown Minister Al-Sahaf has been with the Führer since he was taken to hospital and treated for his wounds.

Minister Muhamemd Saeed Al-Sahaf also released a statement on the incident calling it 'A grave time for the holy empire as we have suffered a blow as worse as an invasion but more frightening.' vowing that the Führer would not die and that he would remember his place as ruler of the pure and enlightened Minister al-Sahaf promised another update when he had more news.

Around the holy empire citizens have fallen into prayer to the goddess sirithil in attempts of granting the führer the strength to live on, midnight marches in honour of him are springing up in cities and villiages empire wide as are TV broadcasts in his favor, the empire has suffered it's first real blow in years and is teetering on devestation should the führer not survive.

Government spokespersons are urging the peoples to remain calm and that their benevolent and loved leader will survive anything this world throws at him for he is after all the purest of the devotees the first of the enlightened the speaker for the pure.

We will continue this story when more news comes in Heil the Führer!"

The Camera fades out and reverts to the Iraqstani flag and all goes silent around the empire.....
Hail the Führer, Long Live the Empire!
11-08-2003, 10:10
(OOC: Do you want anything from us?)
11-08-2003, 10:39
Press conference by Muhammed Saeed al-Sahaf, Iraqstani Information Minister

Muhammed Saeed Al-Sahaf walks out his military uniform crisply ironed and clean, he clears his throat and adjusts his glasses and speaks.

"People of the holy lands, followers of the Führer I promised to bring to you more news when I got it. I bring you good news! Our Führer may he live forever! Is indeed alive after surgery to fix up the deeper cuts and wounds in his chest and stomach the doctors announced he was in a stable and safe condition.

A note was found in his residence describing his questioning of his devotion to our lady, his fear that her refusal to answer his signs of devotion were fears of her disgust at his actions. This along with the aniversary of his father's death and the recent faltered uprisings in Um Lizaa have caused a deep and unsetteling sadness to form within our glorious leader.

We the government in charge until our Führer returns ask the international community to join us in offering our wishes of good health and love to the Führer we ask for nothing more than sympathies and good wishes for in this hour of despair the peoples of the holy empire cannot offer anything but sadness and fear.

It has long been the nightmare of the pure to lose our most beloved symbol after our lady we plea to the community of the world to show the respect that our Führer has earnt and for the peoples to come together and express the sadness the holy empire feels in this time of tragedy.

I will hold another conference in the coming days after I have spoken to our mighty Führer and have eased his worries with evidence of devotion, loyalty and love from his people. We the pure and enlightened of Iraqstan will show our beloved ruler that he is just! he is right and that he is the purest of the pure the first of the enlightened!"
Muhammed Saeed al-Sahaf
Iraqstani Information Minister
11-08-2003, 12:59
The Empire of Treznor expresses shock at this horrible news about our ally and friend. We don't know what might help, but are willing to offer any assistance that might be desired to help.

Emperor Devon Treznor is away at present, recuperating from a minor surgical procedure. He has been informed of the news and announced he would be leaving for Iraqstan as soon as the doctors have cleared him.
Der Angst
11-08-2003, 14:04
"We are shocked by this horrible event, and hope The Führer will recover soon.

Iraqstan, as our firm ally and friend, does need this great man, and all of us shall prey to Lady Sirithil nos Feanor for his recovery."

~ Ms. Althena
Birthday Boys
11-08-2003, 14:06
is this an RP or anything?
Dread Lady Nathicana
11-08-2003, 14:51
Nathicana, already distraught from the events in Treznor, sat down heavily in her office chair on hearing the news.

"Not Carlos too ... bloody hell, man. What have you done?"

The both of you ... gods, what timing. "Oh, lets form an alliance," you said, "Lets get out there and shake the world," ... now you both leave me without warning, to run things? Bah!

She rubbed her temples tiredly, then scrubbed at her face with her hands for a moment, as if that would clear away the troubles.

Of course, it didn't do a thing.

She sat forward, and worked out an official response as best she could, muttering imprecations under her breath.


The Dominion expresses its heartfelt sympathy to the Holy Empire of Iraqstan. We offer what services and support are within our power grant in this troubled time.

I myself express my concern and dismay at recent events, and request that I be allowed to visit my ally at the earliest possible convenience.

--Nathicana D'Aquisto dal Lupo
11-08-2003, 14:56
Iraqstan thanks all the people whom have sent forth their sympathis and well wishes, To the emperor of treznor and to the Dread Lady Nathicana I personaly feel it would do Carlos immense good to have the pair of you at his side in this time.

I will if you wish inform him of this or if you wish it can be a surprise of sorts I simply await your replies.

~Muhammed Saeed Al-Sahaf
Dread Lady Nathicana
11-08-2003, 15:02
To the Honorable Muhammed Saeed Al-Sahaf -

I shall pack my bags immediately then. Expect my arrival within the hour. I will of course need proper clearance, and plan to be arriving via my shuttle. No special arangements need be made on my account - this is no 'state visit', after all.

Thank you for your support in this.

11-08-2003, 15:08
To The most honourable Dread Lady Nathicana,

Consider yourself cleared on all levels to arrive at any time, regardless of state visit or not, you will be given a palace close to the hospital where Carlos is staying.

I await meeting you when you arrive.

Slutbum Wallah
11-08-2003, 15:46
OOC: Wow, original. Nice writing too. But odd. Unfortunately my only response to this would be to declare war on a weakened state and since this would earn me nothing but a barrage of ignores then the matter may be dropped.
Dread Lady Nathicana
14-08-2003, 03:30
Nathicana hurriedly makes the proper arrangements, gathering her laptop, cell phone, and several changes of clothes. She's concerned enough that she forgoes her usual neatness about packing.

"Keep an eye on Mateo, Jas. Right now, you're the only one I know I can fully trust. So long as I keep you paid, at least." She shoots him a wry grin, tossing her duffle bag up over her shoulder.

"Of course, girl. I've got you covered, for the usual fees. Damn good for you you're able to pay so well, eh?" He grins back, matching her expression while blowing out a long trail of smoke.

Damn the man ... never a care for who's in the room or where he is ... she grumbles, shaking her head and continuing down the hall, to the stairs. He falls in beside her.

"I want reports on his every move, I don't care how small it looks. Keep him contained til I get back."

They finish with the final details, her knowing he knows his job well enough, and him knowing she'll go over it all thoroughly in spite of the fact.

"I'll be in touch. Hold the fort for me, Jas."

He simply nods, waving off the driver to get the door for her. She tosses in her bag then ducks in herself, giving Jas one last worried look. He closes the door softly, and thumps his hand against the roof twice.

Watching the car pull out of the drive, he shakes his head.

Been relying on us far too much, girl, and you know it. Not smart. Hope you get this all straightened out soon.


Arriving at the airport, she quickly makes her way to The Tempest, tossing her bag back on the bed in her small cabin, then settling herself into the captain's seat. She sighs contentedly as she jacks in, letting the feel of the ship wash over her.

Going through her usual pre-flight checks, finding all in order, she throws the systems online, and makes with all due haste to Iraqstan.

Upon arrival, she touches down as directed, puts up the safeguards on her security system, grabs her bag and walks down the ramp, her expression stern.
14-08-2003, 03:55
Rushing out to meet Nathicana Muhammed fidgets about nervously never having met the lady and not really having much to do with officials he's still a bit lost for how he should act. Shrugging he puts on his best smile and walks up to Nathicana bowing politely he looks her over "I'm duly sorry for causing any disruptions in your normal life Dread Lady.....And Carlos is too"

Watching her slightly he motions for a young man to take Nathicana's bag as he directs her towards the waiting cars. "One car will take you to the palace we've arranged for you unfortunately I cannot remain being in the state the country is in we need a face on the TV to keep things calm......Many people are scared this is the end of the Führer and I'm trying to quell an uprising of loyalist nightmares." clucking softly he walks beside her "I do hope you enjoy your stay for how ever long it is and I will talk to you soon. Again I apologise for any disruptions this has caused."
Dread Lady Nathicana
14-08-2003, 04:49
She nods, attempting to moderate her tone and manner, seeing his obvious state of distress.

"Minsiter Al-Sahaf, please - you needn't trouble. Carlos is both an ally and a friend. I'm here merely in that capacity. And as such, should you require my assistance in quelling any rebelion, or in wrangling matters behind the scene, please do not hesitate to ask. I'm certain Carlos would approve. After all, we must keep Iraqstan stable for his return."

Must appeal to his common sense. I've seen part of their arsenal ... if things go sour here, it's bad for all of us. Perhaps I can convince let me step in unofficially ... he's in no fit state, poor man.

"Now, no need to settle in. I want to see Carlos if at all possible."
14-08-2003, 09:34
fumbling with his pocket watch Muhammed looks up nervously " think he wouldnt mind? I'm a minister for information not a nation leader the people listen only so far with me. I've relied on the PSS and People's Militia for now to keep the loyalists from harming themselves or taking things out on any um lizaa citizens......

I...I dont want to fail but I dont know where to go from here I hope he gets better soon."

Stumbling slightly a sign of his stress and nervousness he looks up startled and smiles softly "Of course, I'll take you there myself he should be waking today. I must warn you the condition of uh....him is interesting dont be surprised if you get a shock from the wounds..."

Stopping at the lead limo Muhammed opens the door and waits for Nathicana to hop in.
Dread Lady Nathicana
14-08-2003, 17:32
She tosses her bag in, then slides gracefully onto the seat and over, looking over at him as he gets settled.

"The first thing we need to do is put the proper spin on this situation. You've done an admirable job, but we need to place Carlos above suspect and strengthen his image again. I addition, we've a need for a target."

She fixed him with a firm look, disliking what the options were, but knowing it to be the proper course.

"The Um Lizaans. I'm well aware of the history and trends there. What you need to do is find a group of them you deem appropriate, have them arrested and brought up on charges of conspiracy to murder Carlos. Then of course a staged trial - no need to let them speak out - but provide a semblance of 'justice' for the world front."

Nathi glances out the window, noting their progress, her fingers tapping in a nervous staccato against her knees.

"After that of course, the executions. Use this as an excuse if you need, to impose martial law if you haven't already. If you run into any ... resistance in our steps from Menelmacar, let me handle it. I already think Carlos has an unhealthy fascination for the woman." She wrinkles her nose distastefully at the thought of Sirithil-worship.

Of course she seems to be a lovely individual, but a Goddess? Lord forbid such silliness spill over my borders.
14-08-2003, 17:38
Sliding into the car Muhammed nods and listens intently as Nathicana speaks, nodding in agreement a great many times "We offered up the self infliction because we simply did not know what to do....our creativity faltered and we had nothing left. Of course it'll be easy to redirect their thoughts we already have a rebel cell about to be busted open we can trump this up on them as well. Another attempted assasination foiled by the might of the Führer himself sound good?" glancing down at the comments made towards Sirithil muhammed nods and whispers "Of course" before looking out the window.

"I dont understand the whole Sirithil thing either but it gives the people something to believe in when the Führer is away, they go to the sites of worship and relax....he intended them to be set up as sites of peace and protection for all. I think half of the cause is that he is so caught up in his beliefs that he felt recognition of some kind from Sirithil was in's been many years and all we have had is silence or the odd business call concerning Der angst shares from menelmacar......" shrugging softly Muhammed bites his thumb nervously.
Dread Lady Nathicana
14-08-2003, 17:45
"I'm terribly sorry if I mispoke myself, Minister - my concern for Carlos has dulled my usual tact. Of course we needn't discourage the system he has set up here. Not in the least. My personal beliefs on the situation have no bearing - I merely understand that the Lady tends to look on such neccessary actions at times with a less than amused eye. Which is why we need to push the public spin of attempted suicide. That, my dear, is always a valid reason to increase security and rid oneself of inconvenient factions."

"Please forgive me if I caused you undue concern. And ... please finish your thoughts - I need to have a firm understanding of things as they stand to properly assist, after all."
14-08-2003, 18:03
Shaking his head Muhammed smiles softly "Please there's no need to apologise Dread Lady, if anything it must be I who apologises for putting such a burdeon on you. And the Sirithil thing think nothing of it, just my own personal fears for the saftey of my Führer.

I will of course try my hardest to make what ever you offer up to work I promise that and again I thank you and apologise for putting this on you...I just wish I was the leader I'm supposed to be in this current time."

Sighing softly Muhammed looks out the window and chuckles "I do wonders with propeganda but the moment I must think independantly for more than a speech or two I fall must think me foolish" blushing slightly he looks a the floor.
14-08-2003, 18:09
omg! these are my nightmares everynight! screw the dream where freddy cougar is chasing me and once cut my back, and i woke up with it. thats jsut nonsense! this is actually happening!

sorry, i don tplan on doing nethin, but i saw the topic name and had high hopes it would be interesting. disappointed,

Dread Lady Nathicana
14-08-2003, 18:13
"Do not belittle yourself, Minister. You've done an admirable job in the face of such horrible circumstances," she assured him, reaching out to pat his shoulder in a consoling manner.

"I don't see a failing, nor a weakness here. It is no shame to accept help where it is offered. Believe me, I've no wish to be seen as influencing politics here. My involvement is strictly unofficial, and only offered out of concern for Carlos and the stability of his rule."

Aiyah ... this is not the time for the man to be loosing his nerve.

"Your Führer would not have trusted you with your position if you were not up to the task. Take this opportunity to gather yourself, man, and refocus. Or would you suggest Carlos ... erred, in his judgement?"

She cocks a brow, head tilted and chin raising slightly in a hint of imperiousness.
14-08-2003, 18:20
flinching slightly Muhammed takes a deep breath and looks up a cold determination shining in his eyes "I do not think he erred and I thank you for yor confidence in me I of course will respect your wishes and keep your presence here unofficialy as you simply visiting a fallen comrade.

I'll organise to have everything you require to help in this problem delivered to the palace or the hospital?"

sitting back Muhammed seems to relax a bit more and retake the assurance and confidence all his speeches have shown him to have.
Dread Lady Nathicana
14-08-2003, 18:25
She nods at his response, satisfied that he's back on track, and making a mental note to keep a sharp eye on him for any backsliding.

"The hospital first. I want to assess his condition and make sure he's as best as can be expected. When he's up to it, we need to make some propaganda tapes and release them to the press, timing to conincide with our other efforts. I just hope he's up to it."

She settles back into her seat, brow furrowed, watching their progress out the window.
14-08-2003, 18:32
Nodding his agreement Muhammed looks out the window as the limo pulls into the private carparks of the hospital. "He hasnt been awake since it happened but the doctors think he should be waking up some time soon if not today most likely tomorrow he'll be awake...he lost alot of blood and had some internal injuries." Opening the door himself Muhammed directs the guards from the other limo to fan out and cover Nathicana he stands to the side and holds his hand out to help her out of the car.

Entering an elevator after everyone is accounted for he pushes a button and takes them to the intensive care section. "I must warn you he doesnt look to good, and the wounds take an appearance of being inflicted by someone else which we could use if needed."

The elevator dings at the right floor and Muhamemd steps out and leads them towards a heavily guarded door. "I'll let you go in first to see if he is awake or not." he whispers as they reach the door.
Dread Lady Nathicana
14-08-2003, 18:51
Nathicana takes the security measures in stride, appearing not to notice them as she exits the car, her bag tossed over her shoulder, and strides purposefully towards the building.

She nods as Al-Sahaf speaks, tucking away the info for later.

For the love of God, Carlos ... why did you do it? And why now, when we were making such strides?

She pauses at the door, laying a gentle hand on his shoulder, then quietly slips inside, laying her bag near the wall, and walking softly to the foot of the bed.

"Carlos?" she asks in a quiet voice, her brow furrowing in concern as she looks him over, a slight shiver running through her as she surveys his injuries.
14-08-2003, 19:04
Laying on his back arms wrapped up in bandages stained slightly with blood from general seeping of wounds his chest and stomach hidden beneath his gown keep some shock hidden his face pale and somewhat serene stirs at the sound of his name.

A doctor stands off in the corner watching some readings he looks up and smiles politely "Your in luck he's about to wake up." nodding towards Carlos the doctor returns to his notes and then moves to leave "I'll give you some time with him" nodding politely the doctor leaves.

Carlos? yes? stirring Carlos moves his head towards the sounds of voices and opens his eyes "Hello?"
Dread Lady Nathicana
14-08-2003, 19:27
Il Dio .. he looks terrible .. Forcing down another shudder, she carefully walks closer, laying a gentle hand on his.

"It's Nathi, Carlos. I came to see how you're doing."

She put on a pleasant smile, hoping to keep his mind off less pleasant things.

"I'm certain Devon would already be here too, but he's had his hands full with some things that just wouldn't wait. I know he's been concerned."
14-08-2003, 19:52
Opening his eyes slightly he looks over at Nathicana "By the power of the lady.......I did not intend to disrupt...." breathing weakly he attempts to sit up and look about slowly waking up completely.

"Devon? is he..ok? And you?....god I hut" sagging visibly he stops talking and concentrates on breathing. waving a hand he motions Nathicana to take a seat beside him and he smiles weakly "Bet you've got all kinds of questions eh?" chuckling softly he closes his eyes and rests for a little bit letting Nathicana get comfortable.

This wasnt expected.....pain used to it but damn it hurts.
Dread Lady Nathicana
15-08-2003, 00:42
"You haven't disrupted a thing. Devon is fine. And you need to just rest," she says softly, not daring to reach out and touch anything more than his hand.

She reaches back, and pulls up a chair next to the bed, sitting down, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

"Muhammed is taking care of things, and I've offered to advise him if he needs it. The nation is secure, your people are safe, and all you need do is work on recovering."

Nathi watches him closely, avoiding the obvious questions. Time enough for that when he's feeling more up to it.
15-08-2003, 06:48
Nodding slightly and returning the squeeze on his hand ever so weakly he smiles ruefully "It's what you've always wanted my dear, free access to another nation" taking a deep breath Carlos opens his eyes and smiles "Nathicana feel free to advise muhammed as you see fit. I'm terribly sorry for putting this burden on you and I will not forget it...."

That being said do I want to live or not.....

"I'm sorry for you having to see me like this I truly am.....the first signs of weakness are always messy I just wish I wasnt so foolish to follow this path..." shrugging softly he closes his eyes once more recovering strength expended in talking. "What news from the fronts?"
15-08-2003, 06:51
[I LOVE YOU], Iraqstan :D
Dread Lady Nathicana
15-08-2003, 07:52
She grumbles under her breath, shaking her head.

"Boy, if you think I'm doing this for the power ... And no, it's not what I've always wanted." She looks at him, making a little sound of annoyance.

Not like this, anyway. Dammit man, why?

"I'll do what I can. And please ... it's no burden. We're official allies, remember? The very least I can do is be here."

"As for news, there isn't much to tell, truly."

Oh no, of course not. War's broken out here there and everywhere, terrorist acts abound and Dev's up getting himself disarmed and who knows what else ... no, not a thing to report on there.
15-08-2003, 08:04
chuckling softly he smiles "I was kidding on the power part m'dear, I thank you all the same. No news eh well that might be a good thing I suppose, how goes the NDA? I'm truly sorry for putting that pressure on you as well..."

sighing Carlos tries to sit up again and mumbles slightly as he fails.
Dread Lady Nathicana
15-08-2003, 17:06
Nathi shakes her head, motioning for him to just lay back.

"Ah, the alliance. It goes well, I believe. The Angelan issue has been taken care of, I believe Menelmacar has been soothed," she cringes, wishing she could take that part back, and cursing her businesslike manner. "Lord Lancaster has invited us all to Io, once you've recovered and Devon has cleared his schedule. I think that could be an excellent opportunity, not to mention a chance to get out and about? You know I've got our ride."

She smiles, thinking back to the tour and all. Then she remembers the nervous gentleman waiting outside the door.

"Reminds me - I think your Minister would like a word with you. It would do wonders if you were to encourage him, and praise him vigorously. He's been ... concerned."
15-08-2003, 17:11
Laughing softly Carlos winces and clutches his stomach and smirks ruefully "Indeed, I'll speak with him soon, he organised accomodation for you I assume?" giving up on trying to sit up Carlos remains on his back looking at Nathicana slightly.

"Once I've recovered....yes I think it would do good to get out and about, I think it's time I took a nice holiday to get away from all this hassle...... alliance is going well then, excellent I dont feel so guilty as to putting such a strain on the pair of you now, Nathicana my dear I truly am sorry for this...." sighing he looks down at his feet and shudders softly.

"I will make this up to the both of you I promise."
Dread Lady Nathicana
15-08-2003, 18:36
"Stop talking foolishness, boy. Nothing whatsoever to make up."

Gods, he keeps up with this and I'll start feeling guilty next for hacking his systems. I can't believe I'm not doing it now. As he said, an Empire at my feet ... Christ, I've gone soft. She resisted the urge to rub her temples tiredly, instead giving his hand another gentle squeeze and clenching her other in her lap. No need to worry him about current events, or what Devon's up to. Memo to me: remind Al-Sahaf to keep things light and pleasant.

"A holiday, you say? Why my dear, I can think of no better place than the Dominion for that. Think quiet walks on the beach, enjoying the sunset across the bay, sailing, quiet or crowds as you like, a healthy dose of culture and ambience, fabulous spas, and of course, the best damned wine on the planet if I do say so myself. I could assign a group of my best to you - let you get away from the constant hovering of your guards? I guarantee their ability to keep you safe while remaining unobtrusive - it's something I insist on."

Plus, I'd be able to keep my eye on you, boy.
15-08-2003, 18:45
Squeezing nathicana's hand in response Carlos closes his eyes and takes a deep breath "That sounds wonderful my dear, I think perhaps I might visit the dominion and yes...time away from my own guards that would be lovely in itself plus it'd give me a chance to make up for time lost here" grinning ruefully he says that last part with a chuckle in his voice to show kidding.

"Really I cant thank you enough for this, I feel foolish and weak at the same time but relieved that there'll be some help in keeping this place in order. Muhammed he's good but he isnt the leader type he's all I've got at the moment that could run these things should I need him too." sighing softly he absently hides the injured parts of his wrists and looks out the window silently.
Dread Lady Nathicana
15-08-2003, 18:56
"Just you rest, and not worry about it all for now, eh? I'll not let your nation slide into chaos, nor allow your enemies to see a weakness. I've already got a few plans in motion that I think you'll approve of. But all the same - I don't want your mind occupied with it, alright?"

She let out a quiet sigh. "You're just going to have to trust me here, Carlos. I'll do my best."

Much as I hate to admit it ... Dev I could really use your help. Damn your sense of timing.

She fretted in silence over the entire situation. The problem in SilverCities had spooked her, then the terrorist acts in Devonton ... she still didn't have the proper intel on that. Last she'd heard, the Empire was under martial law, and no one was getting in or out. He'd set up his defenses well ... she had no leads.

"Shall I send in Muhammed, Carlos? Once you've spoken to him, he and I can get to work putting the proper spin on this situation."
15-08-2003, 19:03
Nodding slightly "I trust you m'dear, just feel obligated to rib you a bit that's all. And I'm sure you have better things to do than sit here and worry over me, please send Muhammed in and I'll talk with him. I'll tell you now you have the authority to enact any action you think is required to keep stability."

Patting Nathicana's hand he smiles confidently "Just dont turn my country into a shockingly odd nation whilst I'm out of the way" grinning slyly he squeezes her hand softly and winks.
Dread Lady Nathicana
15-08-2003, 20:09
Nathi rises, nods, and smiles in what she hopes is a comforting manner.

"I'll give you two some space. He's to bring me the info I need, then I can get to work on things from here. I assure you, I shan't do a thing too terribly out of character for you, Carlos ... I believe you'll approve. All the same - I don't want you worrying about it. Not in your condition. Once you've regained your strength, we'll worry about catching you up."

She walks quietly to the door, opens it, and gestures to Muhammed. "He'd like to see you now. Has the information arrived that I'd requested?"
15-08-2003, 20:31
Nodding Carlos whispers "Talk to you soon" as Nathicana walks out. Nodding Muhammed hands Nathicana the files she requested as he smiles nervously "Should be all there, the guards we came in with will take you back to the limo if you like or you can wait, But I wont be long he needs to rest" Muhammed nods politely and enters the room shutting the door behind him he walks over to the bedside and bows his head.

"My Führer you wanted to see me?" He asks with a hint of nervousness in his voice, Carlos smiles and licks his lips before speaking "Muhammed my friend, Nathicana told me how wonderful a job you have been doing I truly am sorry for putting it on your shoulders like this but I have been told of the wonderful job your doing and I am quite pleased.

Really my friend you've done well and I'm proud of you. I know you accepted Nathicana's offer of her to run things to help you and I approve of it, I trust you but I know having her in the background will be just as beneficial as just having you there. I leave this plac in both your capable hands until I recover my friend, keep up the good work." Muhammed blinks in surprise and smiles softly "Thank you my führer that means a great deal to hear that from you" he whispers and looks back up "I wont keep you but I promise to serve in your spot as well as I possibly can and that I wont fail you. When you return the holy lands will be just as they were when you came in, prime, pure and stunning I promise you!"

Carlos nods and smiles "I never had any doubts my friend now go, consult with Nathicana it seems I've run my energy for the day out, I'll speak with you both soon enough. Good luck my friend." Bowing politely and leaving Muhammed opens the door and walks out with a spring in his step not seen thus far nodding to Nathicana he takes a deep breath "He's going to sleep for now, you can stay here if you wish but he hinted at you having some things to discuss with me, we can go over them at your earliest convenicance"
Dread Lady Nathicana
15-08-2003, 20:42
"Excellent. Lets take this down to one of the offices here, shall we? We'll have it cleared, and go over the initial groundwork. I've see you speak, Muhammed - I know you'll do a fine job of it. I'm only here to help set the stage - this is your show," she assured him.

Always easier to direct when they think they're doing the leading themselves. Ah, what a mess ... at least he seems to have pushed off his initial lack of confidence.

She looped her arm through his in a comradely fashion, leading him down the hall, her bag firmly in her other hand.

"Now ... about the Um Lizaan attack ..."

<cut for plotting purposes. *grins*>
16-08-2003, 19:03
<insert random plot here when nathi gets on *wink*>

Carlos deep in a sleep begins to mutter softly his words unable to be understood muttering and mumbling he thrashes in his sleep and mutters "mmm no dont no!". Nathicana looks up from her work and frowns moving forward to calm him down should he wake but realises she doesnt have to seconds after it starts Carlos seemingly falls back into a deep sleep sighing softly he returns to breathing gently.

Leaning back again Nathicana returns to her typing on her laptop with an ear open for any changes in his sleep or anything outside.

<Little something to keep us amused *grin*>
Dread Lady Nathicana
18-08-2003, 02:26
She lets him sleep, slipping out to the waiting room to watch the news report she knows will be coming up.

Nathi watches it with interest, occasionally making a note on her laptop that she's taken with her.

Upon the close of the program (, she sits back, tapping the end of her pen against her lips thoughtfully.

"Not a bad piece of spin if I do say so myself. Now to see how it all pans out."

She picks up her laptop, and leaves the waiting room where she's been monitoring the news. Carlos, she had tried to keep sheltered from current events til he had the strength to better deal with them. She made her way back to his room, quietly opening the door and slipping inside, taking care not to wake him.

Taking up her now usual seat, she begins correspondance to the Dominion, checking up on the progress of a few projects, and keeping on top of any events needing her attention.
18-08-2003, 09:43
Waking slightly Carlos becomes aware of a presence in his room but is now used to it, opening his eyes slightly he studies Nathicana with an amused grin playing at his lips, She leaves every now and then but always back to that spot never leaving.....she deserves to be more comfortable....gods I hate being here licking his lips Carlos moves his hand as if to grab her attention.

"Busy my dear?" he asks simply and takes a deep breath and winces at the pain in his chest and stomach. Note to self shallow breaths until those wounds heal
18-08-2003, 10:00
Excerpt from the "Justitian Proletarian's Daily News":

The Communist Party of Justitium's Central Committee has been surprisingly silent regarding the leader of Iraqstan's recent brush with death, considering their statement several weaks ago regarding that nation's apparent human rights abuses, which strongly rebuked its "fuhrer". At a press conference on Saturday, newly inaugurated Chairman John Engels declined to answer any questions regarding the matter. A source close to the Chairman, however, reportedly heard him say, when discussing the issue with an aide, "... I never believed in karma before, but I may be coming around ...".
Dread Lady Nathicana
18-08-2003, 16:08
She looks up from her work, then smiles pleasantly. Stretching her shoulders and arms for a moment, she sets her laptop aside, then stretches out her legs. Keeping her place she nods.

"Just taking care of some correspondance. How're you feeling, Carlos?"

At least they did a good job on him ... still, it's going to take time. I wonder ... dare I ask a favor? This does serve him right for pulling such a bonehead stunt. I wonder if he's suffered enough to get the message through.
18-08-2003, 16:15
Returning the smile Carlos yawns slightly and looks around "I'm feeling alright I think, still alot of pain but bearable, I'd kill to get out of this bed though. Have you at all used anything but that chair to rest my dear?"

Sitting up slightly he looks at her pointedly with an amused smirk playing over his lips
Dread Lady Nathicana
18-08-2003, 18:43
"Of course I have, Carlos. I've been quite comfortable, I assure you. Your hospitality, as always is above reproach," she says, still smiling pleasantly.

"You'll get out of that bed when your doctors say you can, and not a moment before. I'll not have you survive the initial wounds only to die of complications due to your stubbornness now." She returns the pointed look with an imperious tilt to her chin, brows raised in a challenging manner.
18-08-2003, 18:46
Laughing softly Carlos looks at her and smiles "Could you atleast help me sit up? and I do hope you've been comfortable I dont want to add that to my list of things to be guilty about m'dear. How goes the work? nothing too stressful I hope"

Matching her look with amusement Carlos waits for either a denial or help to sit up as he chuckles softly to himself.
Dread Lady Nathicana
18-08-2003, 19:15
She gives him a steady look, measuring.

"Well, better to help and do it right than you struggle and damage yourself in the process."

She rises, stretching out once again with a slight grimace, and walks over to the bed.

Dammit, have been sitting longer than I'd thought.

Gently looping her arm back under his shoulders, she cradles him as she makes the adjustments on the bed, waiting for his signal to take her finger off the control buttons.

Once he's satisfied, she fluffs out his pillow with her free hand, then gets him settled back on it.

"Better?" she asks with a wry grin. "Bloody few people can lay claim to me playing nursemaid, Carlos ... I hope you appreciate it." Her tone is joking, though her eyes glitter slightly.

"Shall I buzz the nurses station for some more ice chips?"

Oh the work goes fine dear, just fine. And if I do say so, makes an excellent practice run for what I have ahead of me. Just you rest and get yourself well before worrying about all that.
18-08-2003, 19:19
Grinning Carlos smiles "well I was hoping for a sponge bath and later a relaxing cuddle....but ice will do" snickering he pats her hand in thanks and rests back against the pillows. "Have you even left the hospital yet? And I hope Muhammed hasnt been too much of a bother, I've noticed on a few occasions you leaving and returning during my frequent quasi-conciousness it's a shame they fill me up with this many drugs....anyone would think I did serious damage." Smiling jokingly Carlos absently hides the bandaged parts of his wrists against his sides and looks away.

Fool, shouldnt of said that
Dread Lady Nathicana
18-08-2003, 19:39
Nathi laughs at that, though not unkindly. "Carlos, you should know by now I've far too many hard edges to be a 'relaxing cuddle', despite obvious physical evidence to the contrary." She turns slightly, giving him a better view of that evidence without seeming overly obvious.

"All the same, I'll talk to the nurses about that sponge bath. Any cuddling will be up to your doctors. I'd hate to see those stitches get torn on account of 'play'." She pauses, using the telecom to alert the nurse on duty, slipping first into her native tongue, then remembering and finishing the request in a more understandable manner.

"Muhammed is running things well, and has been no bother. You've nothing to worry about there." She refuses to say more on the government issues, not wanting him to worry about them just yet.

"As for myself, of course I have," she lied. "Your minister has a lovely palace set up for me - the one just over? Beautiful. Decadent, but beautiful," she says with a smile. She pointedly doesn't comment on his injuries, nor does she draw attention to them with her eyes.
18-08-2003, 19:56
smiling Carlos accepts the ice chips that the nurse scampers in with with only a few minor grumbles about wanting real food but laughs anyways and makes a point of taking in all of Nathicana before chuckling "Want some m'dear?" he asks dryly as he attend to them before looking up with a mischevious glint in his eyes..."I hope the palace is comfortable...we all know my taste is rather...over the top" rolling his eyes slightly he stretches his neck and smiles

"It's good to know Muhammed got over his anxiety attacks and is doing better." taking note that she always refuses to go on about government stuff Carlos shrugs and winks conspiratorily

"You know I dont think the nurse would mind if she had a day off and you attended to me..." grinning he mock ducks and snickers "I'll think the doctors will see my way if I insist on the cuddle though" winking he leans back and closes his eyes

"I just want out of this bed for a little bit.....god I must look stupid"
19-08-2003, 20:09
A sleek, black-and-silver Leer jet approaches Iraqstani airspace with fighter escorts in tow. A transmission is sent to the nearest military base requesting authorisation to enter. A few moments later, authorisation is received and the plane continues on.

Several hours later, the jet lands on a secure landing strip at the Gothmog City airport; the fighter jets circling briefly before turning around to head for the air base where they've been authorised to land. The door opens to the Leer, and a short, undefinably ugly man steps out onto the stairs and squints against the sun.

"I keep forgetting how bright it is here."

He shades his eyes and descends the stairs, preparing to meet the delegation waiting for him.

Emperor Devon I
Empire of Treznor
Dread Lady Nathicana
19-08-2003, 20:29
She chuckles, shaking her head and waving off the offered ice. "Carlos, you are incorrigible."

A day off indeed ... boy, you truly don't want to leave yourself to my 'tender mercies', believe me. You're damn lucky to be alive. And luckier still that I still have a use for you, and don't just run with what you've handed me here.

"I think the nurse will be fine right where she is, boy. As for getting up, you'll get up when your doctor gives the go ahead." She gives him a smile, but her face shows that stubborn cast she gets when insisting on having her way.

The pager at her hip vibrates, and she checks the message there.

"Excellent. Beg pardon, Carlos - it would seem you've another guest arriving, and I'd like to make sure he's greeted properly. I'll send one of those nurses in to ah ... take care of you."

Grinning, she gathers up her things, puts them in her bag, and takes slings it over her shoulder, pausing only to check her reflection in the mirror, brushing stray hair up and away from her face.

"We'll be back soon. I know Devon will be anxious to see you."

And with that, she heads outside to the waiting limo, and heads to the airport to welcome Devon to Iraqstan.

About time that sonofabitch got back ... so help me, I could wring his damned neck for his rotten sense of timing.
19-08-2003, 23:09
chuckling Carlos nods and waves absently as Nathicana leaves, once she's left he leans back and sighs softly "All these people too enrapt in life to let little ol me fade out like I should....." going quiet Carlos looks over the gifts people have sent him and feels a slight spark in that cold empty spot he once called his spirit.

It's as if they want me to live when I would be useless to them, she's not fooling anyone I'd be dead if I was useless....... We are all much alike in that sense.

Absently staring off into space Carlos doesnt even register the nurse coming in until she clears her throat he smiles up and winks "Hello, is it time for my wonderful sponge bath?!" getting a nod he grins broadly and relaxes to the hands of a talented yet affectionate nurse.

Now this is the life......
23-08-2003, 09:26
Sitting idly after the sponge bath Carlos flicks at the bandages over his wrists and stomach wincing slightly at the pain caused by both and smirks "aaah to hell with doctors I'm going for a walk" Sitting up with a small yelp of pain Carlos swings his feet over the side of the bed and rests breathing softly eyes clenched in pain "Christ if I didnt know any better I'd think I was cut..."

Gingerly stepping down onto the floor he keeps his body bent to prevent pain in his stomach, grimacing he straightens up and instantly is hit with a wave of pain so vast he begins to black out slowly fadeing into blackness he reaches out and grabs hold of a monitor not in use hoping to steady himself inside he feels something tear and instant fire so painful it sends him to the floor scattering the machine and making an unruly clanging throughout the room, curling up into a ball Carlos clutches at his stomach whimpering in pain and pulling away a bloodied hand......


Standing at attention the pair of Special Iraqstani guard eye all people that pass by the hospital room acknowledging nobody but watching everyone they barely move and seem like statues...but all that is broken when from inside the room they hear the crashing of equipment followed by the bodily thud of someone breaking their positions the guards burst through the door and instantly note Carlos' bed empty spreading out they search the room and then one calls out "For the love of Siri! I found him..." the other whips about and rushes around the side of the bed and gasps.

Laying on the floor his hospital gown staining red with blood Carlos lays unconcious around him the debris of his fall surround him in a somewhat graceful way reacting instantly the guards signal a doctor who calls in more and they rush him off for emergency scans and stitching and possibly surgery should he of torn anything internaly.... The guards look at each other queasily both thinking Oh I so dont want to tell the Dread Lady......
23-08-2003, 14:13
OOC: Thanks to forum problems, this post is out of order. It takes place after Nathicana leads Treznor to the car and talks to him, and incorporates the guards' statements.

IC: Treznor takes accepts the water from Nathicana and strokes her fingers before he brings the bottle to his lips. "Don't blame me for the timing, blame the doctor. By her own admission, she's a law unto herself. My schedule was clear up until she showed up. It just goes to show that the world really does go to hell when I'm not there to keep an eye on it."

He winks to remind her that he's joking. Mostly.

"It looks like you've done a hell of a job here. For all of your complaints about him, you mimic Carlos well enough to be damnably convincing. If I hadn't known better, I would have thought that Carlos was back in action playing the God Emperor.

"Speaking of which, you'd better elaborate on the plan you hinted to me earlier. I'm really very curious as to how you're going to convince the lady to cooperate. The last time I spoke with Carlos about it, he was convinced that she wouldn't talk to him, or if she did she'd tell him he was all wrong. The man is having a huge crisis of conscience, which is generally fatal in our business."

He swallows a hefty portion of the bottle and wipes his lips. "As for what's going on back home, Ben caught an Iaceo terrorist. The amount of attention this has elicited suggests we caught somebody very important. If there was any doubt as to the effectiveness of barcoding your citizens, there's your proof right there. Without it we never could have touched him.

"What worries me is that the Dominion of Tappee is very hot to see him. They've got a lot of information on what Iaceo is doing, what they're using and how to counter it. They've offered me a carrot if I'll give them access to him; I'm wondering what they're not telling me. I've got Ben hunting leads on them. Incidentally, I'm going to offer Jas a triple bonus if he can help me out with the terrorists. I hope you don't mind. I'm not poaching, I swear: I need the best right now, and I can't think of anyone better. I'll give him back the way I found him."

He falls silent as they approach the hospital, one hand absently stroking her fingers. "Carlos has been building up to this for a while. He's given me hints in various conversations, trying to build up the nerve to confide in me but never quite managing it. What I've been able to piece together is that he's been waiting for communication or a sign of some sort to validate his actions. He's deathly afraid that when it comes, it'll be negative. He told me he can't change so if he confirms he's made a mistake, he'll take himself out of the equation rather than continue. He won't discuss it rationally; it seems to be a matter of faith with him. Since he's been willing to work with you, I assume this was just his insecurity at work rather than the divine revelation he's been dreading."

When the car stops, he deliberately moves his hand away from her with a slight sigh and lets her precede him out of the car. He follows at a slight remove, letting her authority open doors for them. When the guards address her, he steps forward.

"Did he say anything? Was he headed anywhere specific?"
23-08-2003, 18:52
Treznor's face breaks out in a huge smile as he spots Nathicana striding confidently toward them.

She's got a spring in her step I haven't seen in a while. She looks good, like she's thrown off some sort of burden. I wonder what's changed?

When she gets close enough, he reaches out to take her hand and kiss her demurely on the cheek. "My Lady. You're looking splendid, as usual."

Dammit, this is not the time. We need privacy, and we're not going to get it soon.
Dread Lady Nathicana
23-08-2003, 19:10
"Devon," she replies, clasping her hand over his and returning the chaste greeting. "You're looking well yourself. Proceedure, I take it, was ... a success?"

She loops her arm through his, insisting he escort her back to the car, though in truth, she's doing the leading. Walking with purposeful strides, she immediately slips into the limo and beckons him to join.

Once he's settled, she directs the driver to head to the hospital. "We've much to discuss. Carlos is in stable condition, but it's not his physical wounds I'm worried about. He seems well enough, but there's something in his eyes that bothers me. Yes, the wounds are fairly serious ... he's damned lucky they found him when they did."

Pausing to take a drink of bottled water, she pulls another out of the fridge and offers it to Devon.

"For now, I'm effectively running the country, albeit behind the scenes. Muhammed made a bloody mess of it with his earlier press releases, but we've managed to put a proper spin on it, and blame the usual suspects - the Um Lizaans. Operations are proceeding there as we speak. We've managed to bolster Muhammed's confidence, which has helped, and so far, kept Carlos away from the details. I don't want him overly immersed with the politics til he's feeling better."

She obviously is quite caught up in the manouvering, and the excitement of it all shows clearly in her eyes. She reaches over to put a hand on his thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"As for your country, I've had a damnable hard time getting any info. I hope your Ben has it well in hand. You certainly picked a helluva time for your little chop job, boy."

The drive to the hospital is short, and soon they've arrived at the front doors. She steps gracefully out of the car, taking the profered hand of the driver, grabs up her bag and tosses it once more over her shoulder, and waits for Devon to join her.

"Now to make sure he hasn't gotten himself into trouble while I've been gone ... usually, he's been asleep when I left before."
23-08-2003, 22:35
The room where Carlos resides is both a flurry of activity people cleaning up the mess inside and guards fidgeting nervously as they spot Nathicana and Devon walking towards them, looking to each other they both spot fear in the eyes of the other and flinch.

"Your going to tell her." One guard said the other looked at him with shock "Why me?!" smirking the first guard replies "Because I was promoted 3 minutes before you son I outrank you now get to it" mutter a curse under his breath the junior of the pair walks slowly towards Nathicana stopping at a respectful distance and saluting with typical Iraqstani fashion.

"Madame Dread Lady.... there was an accident in the Führer's room earlier...." flinching the guard looks at the floor obviously scared out of his mind and at the end of his wits continuing "It appears he tried to get out of bed and walk and succeeded in tearing the stitches in his stomache open and bringing down a monitoring's being repaired and he's been taken for a check up. The doctor thinks he might of reopened an internal wound but is unsure just yet....." Looking up he takes on an air of fear so dense it almost turns the place yellow and waits for a response.....
Dread Lady Nathicana
24-08-2003, 21:27
She smiles back at his wink. Always joking that one ... well, at least when it doesn't hit too close to home.

"Well that's what people are supposed to think. I've monitored his movements enough to know his mind on certain things, I think. But I thank you, Dev. Appreciate the support."

"Jas is his own man. You know that. Besides," she gave his thigh a gentle squeeze, "You'll no sooner use 'my' people against me than I will yours. We'd both end up dead on account, and frankly, that's not something I'd particularly relish these days."

For much of the rest, she simply nods, and makes mental notes. Though as he speaks of Carlos, her brow furrows. "I told you he was unstable, Dev. I just didn't realize how much so." She sighs softly as they arrive, and he removes his hand. No time ... not now at any rate. Have responsibilities to attend to.

As they reach the scene she finishes, "He has at least shown an interest in things, and he's not lost his roguish charms - devil asked me for a sponge bath, if you can believe...what the hell?"

Devon steps forward. "Did he say anything? Was he headed anywhere specific?"

"Spit it out, man. And I want to see him. Now."

Her voice cut sharply through the chaos, her eyes glittering dangerously. Her tone left no doubt that she fully expected a quick response.

What the hell was he thinking? I told him to stay put and attend his doctors orders. For chrissakes, if I didn't know any better, I'd say he waited for this to finish it off, the bastard. That's it ... I'm making the call. Enough of this foolishness. I need him strong.
25-08-2003, 05:35
Squirming with nervousness the guard looks around the hallway hoping for some sort of life saving shield his face slackens when he finds none. A big sigh he looks back up "The doctor took the führer to the emergency room he fears there might be more internal damage now afterr some tests they will either return him to the room of move on to another operation to patch up any wounds....." clearly looking worried for his leader the guard fidgets once more not liking the burning eyes burning through his skull.

Christ this woman is a firebreather.....

Carlos lays unconcious on a bed as tests are run and scans done which show internal damage once more, getting the go ahead the doctors prep for surgery whilst they prepare Carlos for emergency surgery "Someone go inform the dread lady of this development.....I like to keep my head on my shoulders for surgery" sporadic chuckles erupt at that as a nurse exits the room and walks quickly back towards Carlos' room.

Upon arriving she clears her throat and saves the guard from more interrogations by stepping forward and speaking "Dread lady...." she starts but pauses as she notices Devon looking pointedly at him she shrugs and removes his presence from her mind "From what we have seen in our scans Carlos has internal bleeding going on once more from an unidentifyable wound in his stomach that we believe he tore open when he fell his stitches in his stomach tore open when he stood up and well the rest is evident by the blood stains being cleaned up...." shrugging she coughs lightly and continues to speak "We have him prepped for emergency surgery which shouldnt take too long it just means he'll be staying for alot longer than we expected. I'm sorry if this has caused any inconveniances for you." bowing softly the nurse waits for any sort of reply with a closed face to hide her stress and worries about her glorious leader.
25-08-2003, 13:00
Treznor sighs and shakes his head. "C'mon, Red," he murmurs for her ears only. "We'll only get in their way. Let the professionals do their work, and we can start the heads rolling later." He gently takes her elbow and steers her to one side.

"In the meanwhile, you can tell me about this plan you've been hinting at for getting him back on his feet."
Dread Lady Nathicana
25-08-2003, 17:32
She's furious, and it's obvious. And its as much directed at herself for not being there as the hospital staff for not watching closer, Carlos for being an idiot, and of course, Devon, for being right.

Hesitating only a moment, her eyes flashing, she gives Devon a curt nod, and allows herself to be led off. At his mention of a plan, she blinks, remembering her earlier chosen course. She takes out her cell phone, and makes a hurried call, turning away from Devon with a shifty expression.

"Sis ... I need a favor. Big one. Remember that little problem we discussed earlier? It's reached critical. Internal bleeding, in surgery as we speak. No idea how bad. I could really use your help here."
25-08-2003, 18:05
S.H.O.D.A.N., cyborganic modification specialist to the stars, smiles softly in c-space.

<Communications to Nathi>
<< So the little troublemaker just doesn't know when to quit, hmm? No matter--is the full package authorized, or is it just a quick sewing job and a regimen of imperfect pharmaceuticals?

<< Also, is the situation secure enough to discuss this in more detail?
Dread Lady Nathicana
25-08-2003, 18:09
"Situation most definitely not secure - in the hospital hallway at the moment. And yes ... authorization most definitely confirmed. I've got them hopping here - I expect no trouble."

She gives Devon a sidelong glance, then looks briefly at the people scurrying about.

"We can discuss any pertinent details face to face."
25-08-2003, 18:19
<< Outstanding. If this is a rush-job, I know exactly how to run this. Will surface-to-orbit transport be required? While I'm sure I could land my thirty thousand metric ton medical ship somewhere, I think it'd be best if we kept a low profile.

<< Contact me when you're ready with the arrangements.


The Queendom Armed Conflict Forces Medical Ship Bitstreams of Mercy never quite worked out. Designed as a way to get better public relations through humanitarian aid, it turned out that many organic nations were simply too leery of going under the knife--even for life-saving operations--when the knives were held by mechanoid surgeons. The ellipsoid craft, looking something like an ostrich egg, merely wandered about the Solar System performing odd jobs.

This would have to be the oddest. Getting a call direct from S.H.O.D.A.N.'s Primary Data Loop (instead of through her usual QACF subnodes), it twisted its blunt prow to Earth and stretched into high-distort gravitic drive, making it to a safe medium Earth orbit in a few minutes.
Dread Lady Nathicana
25-08-2003, 18:38
"My shuttle is just down the road. Won't take long at all. I'll take a couple of technicians with us to keep him stable ... will handle them when we're done. Discretion, after all. Expect next contact from aboard the Tempest. And Shodey ... thanks," she finishes in a soft voice.

She listens for any response, then closes up the phone and looks at Devon with a challenging tilt to her chin.

"We're taking over this operation. I will not have any more chances taken with him, nor will I risk another episode such as this. We need him on his feet and stable - and you know it. Now ... I'll need your help."

She doesn't wait for a response before walking briskly to the nurses station, and in her most imperious tone, demanding to know where Carlos is being operated on.

"There has been a change in plan. I need a small team of your technicians, or doctors to get the Emperor stabilized, and prep him for transport. No questions asked. His life is in danger, and by damned, I'll not see him slip away while I can save him. Understood?"
25-08-2003, 18:45
Looking up with a slight fire in her eyes the nurse tilts her chin and looks down her nose "The Führer is being prepped in the operating ready room just down the hall, they called a few minutes ago I was about to come tell you. He requires immediate surgery to correct tears in his stomach from the fall but I believe he can be stabilised and ready for transport...." shrugging the nurse Calls it through then signals the two guards who run down the hall and wait.

Minutes pass and then the doors open and 2 doctors and 3 nurses come out with emergency packs of supplies required to keep Carlos stable stepping into honour escort positions the two guards begin escorting them towards Nathicana and Devon stopping in front of them one doctor walks up and glares slightly "I dont agree to this move as it could out right kill him but since your obviously not going to care about that I'm not going to waste my energy arguing. But I am formally lodging a complaint with the führer the moment he is recovered and reinstated I swear on my life." glaring again the doctor returns to his patient whom looks rather grey and weak unconcious to the world.

"Lead us on Dread lady..." the doctor drawls out with the barest trace of sarcasm and annoyance at having his patient and schedule disrupted so....tragically.
25-08-2003, 18:58
Raui looks over the reports.
"Both Nathicana and the Devon are in Iraqstan. If it were anywhere but there, I'd call them fools for consolidating the heads of their alliance."
He looks at the ever growing pile of reports on his desk. He sighs heavily. "And I thought going to the surface was a -good- idea. I should really have these all computerized Another change for the 'royalty' to buck against. Joy."

ooc: mostly just a tag for me. SMILE!
25-08-2003, 21:34
Treznor looks distinctly unhappy at mention of S.H.O.D.A.N., but keeps his mouth shut. When the doctor arrives to protest, he fixes the man with a cold glare.

"Doctor, if the Dread Lady doesn't do this, you won't have a Führer to lodge a protest with. If she can replace a piece of my spine without killing me, I assure you she can save the Führer's life. Now, please step back and do your job so the Dread Lady can get on with hers."
Dread Lady Nathicana
25-08-2003, 22:29
She turns quickly on her heel, fully expecting them to hurry it up. Out the emergency exit, and into the waiting ambulance they rush the unconscious Carlos, Nathicana overseeing it all with an expression of impatience and barely concealed fury. The limo is brought around for herself and Devon, and she ushers him in, clearly ignoring his displeasure for the moment in her haste to get things taken care of.

Both vehicles speed towards the airport and her waiting shuttle.

Along the way, she reaches over to grip Devon's hand firmly, her face a mask of concern and anger.

"The damned fool ... you realize Carlos signed a null resuscitation order? One more 'test of faith' I don't doubt," she grumbles. "Of all the stubborn, idiotic ... he did this on purpose, so help me. I'll be damned if he puts all that work to waste ... we can ill afford to have Iraqstan in any more upheaval than it already has been."

Upon reaching the airport, she bails out of the limo with no concern for decorum or driver, barely waiting for the car to come to a complete halt. Her bag tightly grasped in one hand, she rushes ahead of the medical team, shuts down the security measures, and opens the door, directing them back to the small cabin. She motions Devon to join her on deck, and wastes no time jacking in, and initiating her usual pre-flight checks.

"I know you don't approve, Dev. Just ... trust me on this, ok? I'll ... hell, I'll make it up later for springing it all on you like this." She attempts a sly grin, but its effect is rather ruined by her obvious concern.

Linking up with S.H.O.D.A.N. once more, she confirms coordinates, locks them in, and makes all due haste to rendezvous with the vessel. Upon recieving clearance, she docks smoothly, if a bit hastily. She yells back to the medical team to get Carlos ready to move, shutting systems down and jacking out. She preceeds them down the ramp, her arm looped firmly through Devon's arm, giving his forearm a brief squeeze, hoping to be somewhat comforting.
25-08-2003, 22:44
Treznor nods slowly. "I understand, and I forgive you. You're using what you have to best effect.

"But have you thought about what it might mean if Carlos dies? Right now, you have effective control of Iraqstan. You could accomplish a lot, with that many resources. I can't imagine it would take that long to set up one of Carlos' sons as your puppet."

He sits back to wait, watching Nathicana with a gleam in his eye.
Dread Lady Nathicana
25-08-2003, 23:10
"Well of course I've given thought, but I'm simply not going to allow it to happen. Besides, Carlos has no ... " She pauses, turning to look him full in the face.

"Are you suggesting I use this opportunity to get myself with child, wait to off the man later or let him die now, and simply take over?"

For a moment, she looks as if she's been slapped.

Why for chrissake does everything seem to come back to children these days? And how could he even ... Dammit, I HAVE gone soft. Can't deny it's a plausible plan. He's using his head. The people would believe it - he's already shown more than ample trust in me, and those in power know it. Al Sahaf would support me if I made claims ... bastard. How dare he?

He can see the wheels turning in her mind, even as she replies.

"Know this, boy, when, nay IF I should ever choose to have a child, it will be for a damn sight better reason than simply a means to gain control over a nation. I have that power now, if I want. I could keep Carlos in a perpetual coma and continue to rule behind the scenes, gradually working my way into full public control. Have no doubt of that." Her eyes glitter dangerously as she watches for his reaction.
25-08-2003, 23:22
Treznor grins and shakes his head. "Carlos is too hot-blooded to not have sired children already, even if they aren't officially recognised. In the loss of such a great leader, even a bastard son or daughter would be welcomed. I'm not suggesting you whore yourself out for the job. I'll bet that part is already taken care of."

Now that was an unexpected reaction. What touched it off?

"I know damned well you can take over this country if you want to. I'm asking why you aren't."
Dread Lady Nathicana
25-08-2003, 23:41
"I've got my hands full with the Dominion. It's truly all I want, or care to have at the moment. Expansionism into other nations has never been a tennant of mine, Dev ... power behind the scenes is power enough. I've no need for the headaches that would come with Iraqstan. I've already lost more than enough sleep on it. Truth, I'd rather have a stable ally than another nation to rule."

"Worst case scenario, I continue to exert control as I can, and set up a proper, stable, tractable leader. End of problem."

I'll have my hands full in the coming days anyway. God forbid I worry about a second nation with those sorts of problems.
25-08-2003, 23:51
Treznor shrugs and nods. "As you wish. I just thought I'd point out the obvious. I can well understand the desire to minimise the headaches of your job." He smiles and sits back.

Especially since I said much the same thing to you that night. Still, I think I believe you, Red. For one thing, Carlos has stirred up a hell of a hornet's nest here, and I don't look forward to the time when they start looking for someone to sting.
26-08-2003, 01:52
The inside of Bitstreams of Mercy resembles any resonably modern hospital. An overdose of white and subdued cool pastels; shining fixtures, gentle curves that echo the external shape of the vessel. The androids dedicated to surgery--all very Hippocratic Oath despite their weakened Three Laws--mostly stay out of the way of the Iraqstani doctors except to hook up Carlos to more advanced Zero-One equipment.

The group moves deeper into the spheroid craft, the doctors eventually shuffled off by medical androids with tinny whispers--"Trust me, she'll take care of him"--until only the three humans remain in a flattened circular room with curved, ribbed walls, made of burnished steel. It is set up much like the room of metal and pipes, with a central bed set under a suspended equipment rack and monitors all over the room, except with cleaner lines. This is, after all, designed for external observation where S.H.O.D.A.N. herself could help the worst-off cases.

Nevertheless, the spidery mechanical arms--ending in various mundane and esoteric tools that at once look harmless and menacing--folded above the equipment rack still has a slightly disturbing mad mechanical arthropodal look to them. Bitstreams' local S.H.O.D.A.N. avatar hops down lightly from sitting on the table, broad smile on her grey circuit-patterned face. "Sis! Dev, nice to see you again. Wish it were under better circumstances, but"--she shrugs--"such is life. So, what is the patient in for today?"
Dread Lady Nathicana
26-08-2003, 04:40
"Multiple stabbings, once patched, then torn on account of undue physical activity. Internal bleeding, amount of damage uncertain." She greets Shodey with a smile and a quick embrace nonetheless. "Good to see you again, sis - hope you've been well, and I'm sorry for springing this on you."

<LOS-Communications to SHODAN>
<< I think any discussions as to 'out of the ordinary' modifications and such should be carried out in this manner. Devon is already spooked, and frankly, any such measures I'd prefer to have between us if at all possible.

She looks over to Carlos, concerned. "He looks like hell," she murmurs quietly.
26-08-2003, 05:02
"That he does." S.H.O.D.A.N. gently lifts Carlos onto the operating table and, after taking a look at the work of the Iraqstani doctors, shakes her head and clucks her tongue. "Tsk tsk tsk... butchery, sheer butchery. Well, this is going to take extreme delicacy."

Stepping back, the spidery arms unfold and begin to work on Carlos, injecting nanites with varicolor lasers combined with annular magnetic fields. S.H.O.D.A.N. folds her arms as she watches alongside Devon and Nathi.

<LOS-Communications to Nathi>
<< Understood. I can modify him to be controlled as closely as you or I may want, anywhere from a simple biochemical monitor to a full cyborganic control rig.

<< The simple question... how much of a puppet do we want--nay, need--him as?
Dread Lady Nathicana
26-08-2003, 06:25
<LOS-Communications to SHODAN>
<< I want him to keep his own mind - I need him to be him still. Yet ... I don't trust him, Shodey. Not to behave himself. I can't have this sort of thing happening again. And I need to anticipate his moves. Possibility of subtle suggestion implantation via control rig? I'd hope to keep these 'security' measures a secret from him as well for obvious reasons.

"Thank you, sis ... I knew we needed the best on this one."

She watches Devon out of the corner of her eye, shooting him a brief, encouraging smile.

"He's going to be fine, Dev. Truly." She then turns her attention back to the task at hand.
26-08-2003, 06:53
<LOS-Communications to Nathi>
<< Quite doable. Observation rig hooked up to his sensory and personality centers so we know what he's seeing and thinking at any given time. I'll install a complete control rig--just in case--but that doesn't keep us from not using it to its full potential.

<< If you're worried about abuse, I can set up a safeguard system where we have to agree to use it, or maybe... we set up Dev in a odd-man out system where he makes the judgement call. Really, Carlos is a member of your alliance so it's your decision.

S.H.O.D.A.N. continues to watch, arms folded, as the robot arms and their nanite medications work to repair Carlos. A few more arms descend, putting a clear acrylate box over Carlos's skull and inserting a few more nanites via laser/magnetic "syringes."
Dread Lady Nathicana
26-08-2003, 15:27
<LOS-Communications to SHODAN>
<< Devon's not going to like this ... he's already jumpy as hell about such things, regardless of what he may have hinted at. Perhaps there's a way I can spin it ... it IS for Carlos' own good after all, and the good of the alliance.

<<You're right however - safeguards ought to be in place. I trust in your ability to give impartial logical views on any given situation that might arise, and in Devon's to find the workable angle. He is a devil of a man at times, but he's a sharp mind for politics and business. Between the three of us, I believe we can avoid any unfortunate 'mishaps'.

<<Perhaps, all the same, initially I should keep your involvement hidden from Dev ... as I said, he's a touch leery of things. And dare I say, has a healthy dose of respect/fear going on with concerns to you. I'm sure we can use that to our advantage if neccessary, but I'd rather not spook him too much if I can avoid it.

Nathicana watches the proceedure with a cool professionalism, her concern quickly fading as Shodey works.
26-08-2003, 15:50
<LOS-Communications to Nathi>
<< Respect and fear, hmm? [chuckle analog] I suppose I never have done too much to make him feel comfortable around me. While a healthy, respectful fear is always useful, I agree that we shouldn't worry him too much right now. If he were to realize just how easy this all is for me...

<< Repairs are almost complete on the internal wounds; he'll be better off now than before he got stabbed. The angles of the lacerations have me curious, however--self inflicted? If the master of Iraqstan is randomly suicidal, then we definitely want a control rig on him.

S.H.O.D.A.N. shakes her head slightly, a mildly disgusted smirk on her face. "These stitches are just horrible. What did you do, run out into the pastures and thrust a suture kit into the hands of the first shepherd you came across? And some people have the gall to call me a butcher. Horrible, horrible job. Those responsible should be ashamed to call themselves doctors."
Isles of Wohlstand
26-08-2003, 15:55
On Behalf of the People:

I, Anthony Moss, feel great sympathy toward Iraqstan, and wish to have seen Carlos not die in such a manner. We do wish the people Iraqstan the best of luck in the future, so that they may still live their normal lives...

EDIT:Best of luck on bringing him back as well
Comrade Anthony Moss
Founder and Leader of the Commonwealth of Wohlstand
"Gleichberechtigung, Frieden, Ünd Gesundheit"
Wohlstand Constitution (
Dread Lady Nathicana
26-08-2003, 16:52
<LOS-Communications to SHODAN>
<< They were indeed self-inflicted, and that is the main reason why I hoped you might be able to help me out on this. I'd thought to let him heal normally at first, once it was clear he was out of immediate danger. Serve him right to wallow in agony for a while for pulling such a boneheaded stunt. Hoped the pain would get through his thick skull.

<<But then he tried to get up and about, against doctors orders ... so help me, I almost think he did it on purpose, to try and finish the job. His lies come second nature to him when you're trying to gauge his mood, and unfortunately, I can relate all too well to his methods. I don't trust him anymore to take proper care of himself. Not yet.

<<I have, however, found a spin that might assist. Devon and I have been talking. We believe this has been more a crisis of 'faith' if you can believe that, than anything. Damned Siri-worshipping idiocy ... of all the ridiculous, delusional ... *brief pause as she works to control of her anger*

<<The man signed a null-resuscitation contract. Yet another 'test of faith'. I hope to convince him that he did indeed flatline as we tried to patch him up, and that as per his wishes, we did not interfere. 'Miraculously', he comes back, equally 'miraculously' healed, and hey-presto ... Carlos has his groove back, his people can see him as even more god-like, which I believe, is what he wishes, we have our failsafe controls in place, and all is right with the world again.

<<I'm afraid the medical team here compromises my spin - they know about you now. Regretable, but neither Devon nor I were competent enough in such things to have monitored him on the way up. Can something be done about them, or shall I go for the standard elimination? I will not allow this operation to go awry, especially due to loose lips.

Nathicana chuckles. "My dear, most of the most talented doctor's efforts pale in comparison to yours. As I said ... I needed the best. And I got it."

She grins. "Granted, those poor physicians were in a taking over this whole thing ... I'll warrant their hands were shaking more than a bit at the thought of loosing him. The attack was, as you can see, a rather vicious one."
26-08-2003, 17:33
S.H.O.D.A.N.'s face remains a relatively impassive mask.

<LOS-Communications to Nathi>

<< [continues]

<< He's a Siri worshipper... [laugh analog] ...oh, that's just too rich. We've actually met her--she's even less a goddess than I was on Citadel. [chuckle analog, settling to seriousness]

<< This is a problem. The lie may not work--he may think he'd be invincible--ah, a solution. I can construct for him--[dramatic pause analog]--a [i]vision. Our good Noldorin queen coming down from the heavens on a path of light, sufficiently hagiosophic backlighting in her blonde hair, where she 'resurrects' our dear Carlos but warns him sternly against any future silliness--she is a kind goddess, true, but she does not like having faith in her questioned.

<< I have more than enough experience with Sirithil to replicate her personality... and the memories shouldn't be too hard to construct. As for the doctors, I can say that despite my best efforts to heal him, he flatlined anyway and then, after a few tense moments, he revived.

<< In fact... just so I don't have to take the effort to forge the records myself... mind if, after I prepare the memory for upload, we flatline him for five seconds and then revive him? There will be no damage in that time, and it's long enough to be considered extremely serious. I can then upload the vision in something that'd look a lot like some odd glitch.
Dread Lady Nathicana
26-08-2003, 18:20
Nathicana blinks, the only thing betraying her suprise at the 'revelation.' She stands with her back firmly to Devon at the moment, the gears clearly turning in her mind.

<LOS-Communications to SHODAN>
<< And yes ... of all things, yes, he is. And no amount of discussion will sway his resolve. No idea what got it into his head in the first place ... I'd have thought him far too cold and calculating to be so besotted by a pretty face.

<< Il Dio ... your talent for deviousness continues to amaze ... and impress me. As I'm sure you already knew, I'm all for it. Whatever it takes to get his game up.

<< Consider course of action a go - full steam ahead, as it were. Gods, I almost wish I could share this with Devon ... his deliciously twisted little mind could really appreciate it.

"How's our little patient doing, sis?" she asks, tilting her head in a curious manner and continuing to watch the proceedure.

Gods, if she can do that ... oh, the possibilities ... the possibilities ...
27-08-2003, 03:15
"It is being... difficult." S.H.O.D.A.N. allows herself a slight frown. "The bleeding was extensive and I am also dealing with a psychosomatic condition making it extremely difficult to repair him properly--his platelets are sticking where they shouldn't and flow freely where they should, his respiration and oxygen consumption are thrown off--if he actually wanted to live this would be so much easier. Resistance to what is honestly a benefit can be quite tiring."

<LOS-Communications to Nathi>
<< He'd appreciate it and then be far too frightened of me to let me manipulate his nation behind the scenes into perpetuity... which I doubt he'll allow anyway but one must keep up hope. [grin analog] Oh, I'm a power-hungry one, no doubt about that, but at least I think I'm somewhat more benevolent this time around.

<< I am constructing the vision as we speak. One of the upsides to our patient's adoring of Sirithil is that the object of his veneration has been photographed from almost every concievable angle and thus is rather easily electronically simulated... my own meetings with her notwithstanding. Of course, I have to throw in just a little bit of chaos so it isn't mathematically perfect--that would throw everything off--but that's where the artistry comes in. Perfection from imperfection.

<< Now... the medical teams may or may not believe our little ploy. Any of the android surgeons out there could easily patch up our dear little fool; the chances of me almost losing him are extreme... As long as they remain silent on that fact there should be no problem, and they will remain silent.
29-08-2003, 22:43
OOC: If you haven't heard already, I've been working out of town so Net access is sporadic. I hope to have that resolved within the next week.

IC:Treznor greets S.H.O.D.A.N. with a cheerful nod, although his eyes are dark. "Hello, Shodey. It seems like only yesterday that you finished with me."

Just what do these two have in mind? I didn't have time to read through the entire file Ben compiled on S.H.O.D.A.N., but there was enough to give me second thoughts on tying her to the succession in my Empire.

Oblivious to the silent exchange going on, he frowns as S.H.O.D.A.N. describes her difficulties with Carlos' condition.

She's not infallible. She could be telling the truth. So why don't I believe her? Probably because Nath is playing this fast and loose, and she's brought S.H.O.D.A.N. in on this. She says she doesn't want control of Iraqstan, and I believe that. But watching the two of them together...I don't like this.
Dread Lady Nathicana
30-08-2003, 01:59
<LOS-Communications to SHODAN>
<< In that case, perhaps, a quiet elimination would be for the best. I do not wish to take any chances here. Pity.

<< Exellent on the vision. I hope perhaps that at some time I'll be able to see for myself your efforts along that line? You -do- have a rather broad base of talent after all, and I never tire of seeing a true artist work, or the results of such effort. Go ahead with the plan of action.

<< Devon now ... well, leave Devon to me.

At that, she moves back to stand next to Devon, her face taking on a look of concern once more. She nonchallantly loops her arm through his, and pats his arm in a comforting manner with her other hand before giving it gentle squeeze.

"He'll be alright. Trust me ... she's the best. I wouldn't have brought him here if I didn't think it was neccessary," she says in a quiet voice.

He's going to kill me. Well, at least ... there are going to be words.
30-08-2003, 02:48
S.H.O.D.A.N. doesn't eye Devon; her sensor nets do it for her. Hmm... I shouldn't have been quite so mischievous with him earlier. He obviously doesn't trust me, and there's very little I can do about it now. Hopefully I haven't ruined Nathi's angles on him any... I'm not even entirely sure what those are but for some reason I don't wish to get in her way there.

That is odd. I've never been particularly concerned with getting in the way of anyone else's angle before... although I would be concerned for him, Barry doesn't quite count because he rarely if ever has an angle. Quite odd... I suppose I do hold a sort of kindred spirit with her.

She chuckles internally. Explains why I'm so worried about her. She's running the fine line quite well... but if she decided to be rampant, she could be extremely dangerous.

Then again, she's not rampant and, together, we are extremely dangerous. We are planning on playing with our dear Nazi's mind... which will be no end of relief to me.

<S.H.O.D.A.N. PDL CommandSpool, Surgery Run-time>
(translated to be even vaguely understandable to the non-gestalt)
[Nanite Group 178] >> Wounds in major internal organs closed with 98% standard durability; expected to reach 100% through natural repair mechanisms. Scar tissue constructed and reinforced on epidermal layers.

>< Outstanding. That will ensure that he remembers his little jaunt.

[Nanite Group 219] >> Control rig 57% complete. Connecting to Warnicke area, forward cortex, sensory and motor centers. Memory rig 89% complete. Repairing chemical imbalances in the pituitary and medulla oblongata. Repairing alcohol-related damage to the cerebellum. These repairs are slowing down total estimated time to completion.

[Central Medical Node, S.H.O.D.A.N.] >> ETC is ninety minutes. Calling up for additional biochemical resources.

[Central Supply Node, S.H.O.D.A.N.] >> CHON allocated, arriving via courier tube shortly.

[Project MANCHURIAN assets] << Outstanding. Monitoring progress.
30-08-2003, 04:27
"I know she's the best," Treznor says in a normal voice. "If she weren't, I wouldn't have asked her to work on my head."

Oh no, she's qualified enough. Too qualified, is my problem. Rampant or no, she's got the experience and the motivation to turn every one of us into her puppets if it serves her ends.

Do I dare trust my descendents to be able to fight against that?
Dread Lady Nathicana
30-08-2003, 04:53
"And I'm glad you finally did, boy. You know, if you'd have just bent your stubborn neck, and--" She left off, knowing and understanding his reasons. Still ... "But that's neither here nor there. Just," she hesitates slightly, then gives his arm another squeeze. "Just glad it's over and done."
30-08-2003, 05:46
S.H.O.D.A.N. continues standing with arms folded, seemingly unaware of the conversation half-concerning her. "The procedure should take about ninety minutes more." The vision is almost ready for upload...
Dread Lady Nathicana
30-08-2003, 05:50
<LOS-Communications to SHODAN>
<< Give me a little warning when you flatline him - I may have to 'restrain' Dev. He's tense, Shodey ... very very tense. Perhaps I shouldn't have brought him ...
30-08-2003, 05:57
Treznor nods and absently reaches out to squeeze Nathicana tight, oblivious to the consequences of the action. He watches S.H.O.D.A.N. work on Carlos intently, almost as if he were trying to peer into her thoughts. His attention is split between watching what happens here and pondering possibilities for the future.
30-08-2003, 06:02
<LOS-Communications to Nathi>
<< Preparations are complete. Standby.

S.H.O.D.A.N. frowns. "Just a moment." Stepping forward, she unfolds her arms and grips the table, peering at Carlos. "A difficulty has arisen. His lungs were slightly damaged and have been seeping blood... his bronchea are now in danger of becoming blocked. I am attempting repairs."

This is true enough... but I let it happen...
Dread Lady Nathicana
30-08-2003, 06:11
Nathi slips her arm around Devon's waist and leans her head in on his shoulder, gently but firmly holding him fast.

"It'll be fine ... it will ... no need to worry ... she's on it ..." She murmurs softly, slipping in and out of their native tongue, watching the proceedings sharply.

Just stay right here with me, boy ... let her do her work, and we'll be done.
30-08-2003, 06:33
Treznor tenses, unsure of what he can do but feeling the adrenaline surge nonetheless. With a shock, he realises that Nathicana is holding him firmly so he hasn't a prayer of moving independently without her consent.

What? Why is she restraining me? His frown deepens, and he glances at Nathicana darkly. Oh boy. What's going on here? What does she know?
Dread Lady Nathicana
30-08-2003, 06:47
She catches the glance from the corner of her eye, and tilts her face up to look at him, the worry clear in her eyes.

"Please ... it's all been too much lately ... I just ... " she hesitates, then she closes her eyes for a moment, barely whispering for his ears alone, though she realizes Shodey could probably hear if she wanted to.

"I've barely slept. I've been sick with worry for Carlos. I know we could pull it off, but I don't want to think of loosing him right now. I need you, Dev ... you're what's holding me up right now. Please, just keep holding."

Ok ... so not entirely true ... not entirely a lie either, dammitall. But will he buy it?
30-08-2003, 07:07
Treznor raises an eyebrow.

"That's odd," he notes with an extra squeeze about her waist. "At the moment I'd say you were holding me up."

He winks to clue in that he's making a joke, but his expression suggests he's not entirely buying her story.
30-08-2003, 07:29
"Spite." S.H.O.D.A.N. bites her lower lip. "His heart's stopped... and respiration is out too. Brain oxygen levels are getting extremely low. If I don't get him up and running within ten seconds, he'll be permanently damaged." Leaning over him, she begins pumping his chest and checking his respiration. "Reduced to such primitive measures..." She buzzes softly to herself in binary. This'll be tricky... what is it I once heard said about the fiddle solo in Fiddler on the Roof? That it took more skill to play the necessary wrong notes and make them seem wrong than the skill needed to play them right?

Three seconds in, S.H.O.D.A.N. grits her jaw. "Brainwave activity is flat. He's wilsoned."


Carlos died and stayed that way for five seconds. On the fifth second, a few neurons built new pathways, nudged carefully there by a bit of rogue nanotechnology preset by S.H.O.D.A.N. herself.

Carlos finds himself walking down the traditional dark tunnel, the bright end growing larger and larger. Passing through the entrance, he finds himself in a small grassy patch just in front of a dark, forboding jungle, unearthly howls and demonic eyes glaring at him from the darkness of the underbrush and the treetops. Behind him, doors slam shut, barring escape back to the tunnel... and the doors, oddly enough, stand by themselves; not against a wall, just a set of doors in the middle of the clearing.
30-08-2003, 07:35
Jumping slightly as the doors slam shut Carlos looks at them curiously "What in the worlds....." eyeing the jungle suspisiously Carlos takes a quick inventory of himself and logs away interesting details such as the lack of pain in his stomach and chest reaching out Carlos attempts to touch the door to see if it will fall over.

Staring at the door Carlos frowns listening to the howls from the jungle Carlos spins around reflexivly reaching for his gun concealed underneath his jacked.....

"Where the hell am I...."
30-08-2003, 07:42
The overcast clouds part slightly, a golden sunbeam forming a path. From afar, a tall woman walks down from the clouds, blonde hair glowing with her own inner light. As she nears, it's rather obvious who she is, a face known across the multiverse.

The eternal Lady Sirithil nos Feanor, Elentari of the Eternal Noldorin Empire of Menelmacar and spiritual focus of a suprising number of mere mortals. "You are," she speaks in a gentle, caring tone that somehow seems to fill the world, "on the outskirts of what some would call Hell." She steps up to Carlos, looking down at him slightly with a gentle smile.
30-08-2003, 07:46
Gasping and falling to his knees Carlos stares up at Sirithil with a look of awe and rapture on his face "By the power of the pure......." hearing her words he winces and a haunted look crosses his face "The outskirts of hell.....then I have failed have you come to condemn me before I depart for eternity my eternal goddess?"

Shaking in fright Carlos looks at his clenched hands to hide the shame and fear in his eyes.....

I am dying and recieving my condemnations..... Lets hope my people can live on after this....
30-08-2003, 07:55
Sirithil shakes her head with a slightly bemused smile. "No, no. Rise, my follower." Taking one of his hands in hers, she picks him up lightly. "Your faith has healed you... this time. This is but a warning." She indicates the jungle. "You have your flaws, but trust in me and work to repair them and you need not heal this.

"Your dedication has healed you"--she touches where the wounds were lightly--"and your potential for redemption has gained you this warning. You are special enough to deserve a second chance. Just understand..."--the red of her irises seems to flicker and flame just a bit as her voice stays gentle but becomes imperative--"...I do not like my power questioned or tested. Consider this your proof; seek not to test it any more. You deserve a second chance, but do not expect invincibility."

Smiling softly, she waves to the doors, which open on cue back into the tunnel. "Learn from this and go back. Spread my faith and live to the ideals that I demand."
30-08-2003, 08:00
Blinking slowly in open shock Carlos shivers slightly and nods devotedly "It will be done my goddess...It will be done. Your kindness will forever be remembered." nodding in acceptance of her orders Carlos turns and walks back towards the door stopping just before it he looks over his shoulder taking in every detail of his goddess and shuddering out of both fear and devotion "I shall not forget your words......" turning back he walks forward and back into the tunnel.

Changes will be made...changes must be made....long live Sirithil the goddess of us all!
30-08-2003, 08:08
Sirithil waves gently, smiling softly in her radiance as the doors close. A light at the opposite end of the tunnel, becoming brighter, brighter...

After five seconds of brain-death, a random neural spasm, psychosomatic in nature, brought Carlos back to the land of the living. Two seconds from the 'permanent' damage mark, S.H.O.D.A.N. could honestly say that she didn't resurrect Carlos. Technically, he resurrected himself using electricity applied by S.H.O.D.A.N. to restart his own bioelectricity.

S.H.O.D.A.N. blinks confusedly. "Heart-rate restarted, respiration returning, brain EEG returning to nominal... what the?" She raises her hands, stepping back. "He's fixed... not exactly sure how, but he's fixed."

<LOS-Communications to Nathi>
<< Memory implanted, control rig set... I'm getting feed now, looks good. I think we're set, my work here is done.
Dread Lady Nathicana
30-08-2003, 08:20
<LOS-Communications to SHODAN>
<< Thank the powers that be. I owe you, sis.

Nathicana lets out a breath she was holding, allowing her knees to wobble slightly, of course, for Devon's benefit.

"Is he going to be alright?"
30-08-2003, 15:38
S.H.O.D.A.N. blinks, and looks genuinely confused. "Umm... yes." Her eyes dart aroud as if they were checking displays. "He is healed... and all will be right with him, physically at least. He is now sleeping normally."
30-08-2003, 22:25
Treznor releases the breath he hadn't realised he was holding, and strokes Nathicana's back.

"You can let go, now. I'm not going to do anything," he murmurs.

Whatever they planned, it's done. Carlos will live. I just hope he doesn't regret it.
Dread Lady Nathicana
30-08-2003, 22:59
She blinks, gives him a confused look, then shakes her head.

"No, no ... I knew something was wrong when she got so quiet. I didn't want you to interfere is all, Dev. I know how you feel about things, and ... well, she handled it. All good."

Nathi lets out a vexed sigh. "I'm so tired, Dev. Please, I've had enough exercises in maneuvering of late without thinking I need to do that with you right now."

Still, she gives him another squeeze before walking over to Shodey and embracing her warmly.

"Thank you, sis ... really, I can't thank you enough. Whatever that was at the end. You did an excellent job. Only wish I could repay you, dear. You're always above and beyond, on more than one level."

She draws back, smiling tiredly. "If you wouldn't mind ... I really could use some rest. Mind if I crash for just a bit?"
30-08-2003, 23:23
I'll let it go for now. But we are not finished with this conversation.

Treznor puts his arm back around Nathicana's waist. "Rest would be good for everybody. S.H.O.D.A.N.? Which way to quarters?"
30-08-2003, 23:30
"I have no idea what I did. Honestly, all I could do was try to clear out that blockage and try to physically restart his heart. Thing is, it was restarted by impulses in his lower brain... not my doing." S.H.O.D.A.N. shrugs. "I'm going to have to pore over the logs to figure out exactly what happened. He is well now, and that's all that matters."

S.H.O.D.A.N. returns the hug in a surprisingly warm and sisterly way... surprising, at least, to anyone normally acquainted with the standoffish S.H.O.D.A.N.. "Not a problem, Nathi. I'm just glad it worked out... and sure, feel free to crash."

Stepping back, she nods to Devon. "We don't have any quarters, but we do have several lounges which should work well enough. If you'd care to follow me..." She transitions them through the corridors to a well-furnished lounge with all the standard amenities.
Dread Lady Nathicana
30-08-2003, 23:45
Nathi nods thankfully, and follows into the next room. With little ceremony, she flops down on a small couch, puts an arm up over her eyes, and lets out a long sigh of relief.

"I swear, you men have a way of keeping us hopping," she mutters under her breath. She wriggles her toes a moment, uncomfortable.

"Dev, mind helping me out of these boots?"

She hides her grin, not moving from her position.
30-08-2003, 23:49
S.H.O.D.A.N. waves and steps outside of the room. Don't want to impose, after all. She allows a slight frown to pass across the face of her avatar. I overplayed that mischief... I severely doubt Devon will ever trust me at this rate.
30-08-2003, 23:52
Treznor nods politely to S.H.O.D.A.N. "I look forward to talking with you soon. I've also got the ball rolling for wherever you decide to set up shop in Devonton."

He rolls his eyes theatrically at Nathicana and tugs at the offending footwear until they pop free. Then he captures one of her feet and begins to massage it firmly.

"You look like hell," he says matter-of-factly. "I think if your doctor were here, she'd tell you to sleep."
Dread Lady Nathicana
31-08-2003, 06:39
She shifts her arm and peeks out from under it at him, frowning.

"Well thank you so much for that appraisal. You try keeping track of two countries, both of which boiling for their own reasons - one at least, dare I add, that you helped stir up - trying to backpeddal and properly spin a horrible PR fiasco, and worrying about the two of you damned men, and your nation's problems, and sleeping light weeks previous waiting for the knife in the back ... "

She trails off with a sigh. "My doctor isn't here, and I can damn well decide for myself, thanks." Her tone lacks the firmness of her words however, and she stretches and makes a soft noise of pleasure at his massage.

"Mm ... s'nice," she murmurs, closing her eyes again.

<LOS-Communications to SHODAN>
<< You saying he pulled himself back on his own? Or ... was that more act? Damn, woman, you're good.

<< I want to thank you again. I was ill-prepared to take over Iraqstan fully, not with everything else going on. Without your help ... it could have quickly degenerated into chaos. It will be much better with Carlos at the helm, especially with us gently guiding it.

<< Dev could be a problem, I'm just not sure what kind yet. Hopefully, he'll talk and I'll get a better idea just what all's going through his head before I let him in on things.
01-09-2003, 18:29
<LOS-Communications to Nathi>
<< Yes, he did pull himself back on his own... but that was the planned result. I was ready to pull him back myself if need-be, but the human mind is a powerful thing, especially where psychosomatics are concerned. My primary avenue was to convince him that he needed to live and behave, which will make control much easier. If we can convince him of his own free will to do what we want, there is less need to resort to less acceptable measures.

<< Actually, I'd like to thank you. It's been a very long time--I'd say at least a hundred years or so--since I've installed a control rig which didn't require the excision of personality and memory centers. It's very delicate work, quite artful... and not often compliant with my ethics, which I do have, by the way.

<< As for Devon... yes, I do not think my little sparring with him went over too well. While he does recognize that I have a rather "low" sense of humor, he is probably unsure where that humor begins and ends. While this is excellent for intimidation factor, he is the type that resists intimidation... I severely doubt my benign little machinations concerning the nation of Treznor will work out, thanks to that resistance. A shame, too. I have some very nice bioaugmentation implants designed, and they'll probably never see their host... oh well. Such is life; at least I did not go ahead and manufacture them, so I'm not out any resources.

<< Ahh, the misunderstood artist. One of the more unexpected categories I fit into.
03-09-2003, 03:40
Treznor grins, letting Nathicana vent for a while until the massage has its intended effect. Once he's satisfied she's quiet and relaxed, he settles down next to her to take a nap. He's been running on coffee and nervous energy for far too long, and he's aware of his own need for rest.

I hope I don't regret my part in this little play.
Dread Lady Nathicana
04-09-2003, 22:45
<LOS-Communications to SHODAN>
<< Misunderstood? Their loss, sis. Me personally ... I wish I had things as together as you do. Perhaps I'm still in need of balancing. We'll ... see what the future brings. (lengthy pause)

<< I'm glad you were able to enjoy this little project, you know. I swear, I wouldn't have asked if I didn't think it neccessary. For his own good, after all ... yes? Your willingness to do it makes me feel better, oddly enough. Unlike dear Devon, I don't question your ethics. My own, now ... but that's neither here nor there.

<< Which reminds me. I'll talk with the boy. See what he's thinking. Frankly, I can't help but think that a little guidance on your part would be a good thing for his future, the slick bastard. Who knows - could change his mind yet. Admit ... wouldn't mind him being more on a competitive level with me again physically ... our last sparring match wasn't near enough of a challenge.

<<Anyways ... We'll see what we can manage on that front. Paranoid bastard. I'm sure I haven't helped. Let me know when Carlos is awake or able to travel, sis - I'll get us out of your hair. Again - really appreciate your help on this one.

<< And for doing such a good job on this boy here. (another pause)

<< My thanks, Shodey. Truly. I'ma gonna sleep now ... tired. Wake me when our patient is set to go, if you would ... and ... thanksagainsis ... (message seems to trail off)

Nathi drowsily registers Devon settling in next to her, and responds by scooting over enough for mutual comfort, then nestling in close, her head on his shoulder, and an arm draped over his chest. She lets out a quiet sigh of contentment, and quickly slips off into a deeper sleep than she's had in weeks.
05-09-2003, 15:33
Carlos twitches slightly in his sleep, and mutters something about goddesses and changes to the holy lands. His eyes open slightly to reveal a surrounding entirely not where he remembers passing out immediately awake he sits up and looks around before he panics and calls out for anyone.

Calm down could still be dreaming...where the hell am I?
08-09-2003, 04:16
S.H.O.D.A.N. sees all through her web of cameras throughout Bitstreams of Mercy, monitoring the actions aboard the vessel throughout a thousand eyes. It is the core of the gestalt-nature, percieving and experiencing multiple and often discordant streams of reality concurrently. The attention of her central intelligence aboard Bitstreams is alerted by a subnode recognizing unexpected movement in a particular camera in a particular room. Movement in central extreme operating room. Hmmm... the patient is awake. Alive, well, and panicked.

<LOS-Communications to Nathi>
<< [testConnect(*ping*)]
<< [testConnect(*ping*)]
<< [testConnect(*ping*)]

<< I apologize for waking you, sis, but our dear friend Carlos is awake and not completely happy. How would you like him handled?
Dread Lady Nathicana
08-09-2003, 04:32
Nathicana picks up on the message before she's even truly awake.

<LOS-Communications to SHODAN>
<< Hmm? Oh ... yes, Carlos. Of course, I ... mmm. (lengthy pause as she stretches, yawns, and opens her eyes, blinking)

<< I'm up ... rather, I'm getting up ... dammit, my arm fell asleep, the heavy lug. What's the chance on just um ... putting the boy back to sleep, and us hauling him back home? No muss no fuss? Less complications to worry about?

<< Damn, I'm sorry I didn't think of this sooner. But still ... suppose we needed him monitored for a bit to make sure he was stable, yes?

She gently extricates herself from Devon's sleeping form, smiling somewhat wistfully. Padding barefoot across the floor, she makes her way towards the door, waiting for Shodey's response before continuing.
08-09-2003, 04:51
<LOS-Communications to Nathi>
<< Doable.

Behind Carlos, one of the electrically-actuated arms lowers silently, capped with a tranquilizer injector. Shifting quietly into position, it jabs forward and gives Carlos a nice dose of chemical sleep.

<LOS-Communications to Nathi>
<< He's ready to be returned as soon as you're ready to return him.
Dread Lady Nathicana
08-09-2003, 20:59
<LOS-Communications to SHODAN>
<< Perfection. If you could, have the doctors sent back to the shuttle. We'll get Carlos settled in there, all nice and peaceful, then I'll grab Dev, and we'll be out of your hair.

<< Appologize again for the hurried mess, whether you enjoyed it or not. I hate to impose ... but unlike others, you I trust. On all counts.

Shaking her head in mild disbelief at the truth of that thought, she gently lifts Carlos onto the gurney, covering him comfortably and strapping him in. Nathi carts him back to The Tempest, and gets him settled in, brushing aside the medical team's squawking and protests. She assures them all is well, and to check him themselves if they're not satisfied.

The blank looks on their faces, and shock gasps are rather ... amusing.

Knowing they'll do nothing to endanger him, she makes her way back to the lounge. She quietly slips back on her boots, letting Devon sleep as long as possible. For a moment, she sits quietly next to him, her head tilted slightly as she watches him sleep.

Damn the man ... she thinks to herself, even as she reaches out her hand to gently run her fingers through his hair, then softly strokes his cheek.

"Dev," she says quietly, "Time to go. We'll get you some more rest when we get back to Iraqstan."
08-09-2003, 21:51
Treznor awakens abruptly, body tensed to fight or flee. He relaxes when he sees Nathicana, and he smiles and strokes her cheek. "How long did we sleep?"

Nevertheless he swings himself into an upright position and yawns, stretching out and wincing at the increasing number of popping joints. Damn, that reminds me. He glances quickly at Nathicana, then looks up at the ceiling.

"S.H.O.D.A.N.?" he calls softly.
08-09-2003, 22:38
S.H.O.D.A.N. looks on via camera. Hmm... he wanted privacy, so this may be a ruse. Command to Bitstreams...

<CommandSpool, QACF-MS Bitstreams of Mercy>
[SHODAN] >> Please speak to Emperor Treznor on my behalf. Ensure that he is comfortable.

[SHODAN] << Understood.

[PA-0189 (Lvl 7 Lounge B)] << Good evening, Emperor Treznor, this is...

A gentle, feminine voice pipes from a public-address speaker in the wall. It just barely sounds synthesized, and sounds as if it could be completely 'natural' if it wanted to be. "...the mind of Bitstreams of Mercy. How can I help you?"
Dread Lady Nathicana
08-09-2003, 22:57
"Hell, Dev, what's your ..." she begins to say as he gives a start.

DAMN he's jumpy. How do I convince the man ...

Still, she puts on a smile and shrugs. "No idea, but it doesn't feel like near long enough, does it? I have Carlos and the med team aboard the shuttle. Just need us to--"

Nathi cuts off as he speaks and is answered, and she waits for him to finish his thought.
08-09-2003, 23:09
Treznor flashes Nathicana a look of apology and reaches out to hold her hand. Be right with you, Red. This is important.

He frowns as the voice identifies itself. Why would the ship need a separate identity from S.H.O.D.A.N.? That doesn't fit her profile.

"Thank you, Bitstreams of Mercy. I wish to speak with S.H.O.D.A.N."

He turns back to Nathicana. "I'll be ready to go in a moment. I just have some unfinished business with our host. Don't worry, nothing's wrong."

I hope.
Dread Lady Nathicana
08-09-2003, 23:35
Nathi merely nods, doing her damndest to hide her concern with a look of casual patience - something she's not terribly known for, unfortunately. She gives his hand a squeeze in return, and waits.

What is that boy up to?

<LOS-Communications to SHODAN>
<< I don't know what he's up to, or what's on his mind, but he woke up jumpy, and seems rather insistent on talking to you Damned if I know what's going on in that head of his.

<< Too late to whack him over the head and add something to give me some insight? (definite tone of dry humor to that)
08-09-2003, 23:43
"She will be notified, sir."

<LOS-Communications to Nathi>
<< (very dry voice) I would prefer to not deal with blunt-object trauma at the moment. (returning to normal) I think I can handle whatever he's thinking.

S.H.O.D.A.N. waits an appropriate few moments before walking her humaniform avatar through the door, smiling impishly with a short bow. "You rang, Emperor Treznor? What do you need?"
08-09-2003, 23:50
Treznor stands and adjusts his shirt briefly, pausing to gather himself. "I know we don't have a lot of time here and I'd like to talk with you further when I return home. However, I've given a lot of thought to the proposal I mentioned, and I've decided against it. I'd still like your avatar to remain a guest in my nation, but I won't be undergoing augmentation. I'll content myself with mere mortality." He grins lopsidedly.
Dread Lady Nathicana
08-09-2003, 23:57
Nathicana gives Shodey a wry grin from behind Devon, nodding quietly as she stands, getting ready to leave. She waits in the background, letting them finish out their business, schooling her face to a passive expression.

Well damn ... I figured, but ... not even a jack? Would have been ... well, interesting to say the least. Stubborn man.
09-09-2003, 00:58
S.H.O.D.A.N. nods to Devon. "I understand... it is not wholly unexpected, given your experiences aboard Queendom's Glory." I could have said "me," if I were feeling mischievous now... no, I think a cordial air is better for now. "I'd still like to be a guest in your nation; I only hope that my peculiar sense of humor has not completely annihilated any chances of cordial relations between us and our nations."

She does grin slightly, lips curling at the ends, brows lowered mischievously. "Indeed... you never asked, nor did I ever offer, to make you immortal."
09-09-2003, 03:18
Treznor laughs. "No, but you certainly raise mortal flesh to demigod status. I've had the opportunity to observe and learn first-hand. Your skill is second to none.

"I'll contact you at your...facility in Devonton when I return. I have no intention of closing any doors, I merely wished to inform you of my decision."

He bows quickly and follows Nathicana out the door.

That went well. I've still got the tiger by the tail, though. There's no way I can let go without getting bitten.
09-09-2003, 03:21
S.H.O.D.A.N. returns the bow and waves slowly at Devon's retreating back. "Have a good flight home, Emperor Treznor." Her eyes glow brightly as she smiles, almost a close-lipped chuckle.
Dread Lady Nathicana
09-09-2003, 03:23
Nathicana stops to give Shodey a warm hug.

"Take care of yourself, sis ... I enjoyed seeing you again, even if it was under such odd circumstances. Please, be safe ... and say hello to Barry for me, eh? Still quite pleased at how that all worked out. Don't be a stranger - offer is still open for a bit of ... pranking in Devras, should you ever like."

She grins, impulsively hugging again, then loops her arm around Devon's and walks with him towards the shuttle.

"Interesting choice, Dev," she says quietly as they reach the ramp. "You're certain?"

Leading him to the cockpit, she settles herself into her seat, jacking in, and going through her usual pre-flight checks methodically.
09-09-2003, 21:34
Treznor nods curtly and boards the shuttle with a profound sense of relief. "Yes, I'm sure."

He pauses for a moment, then sighs deeply. "Okay, no I'm not. But I know that I'm still not entirely comfortable with the thought of her rebuilding me, and I don't entirely trust what she did with Carlos. I've read the dossier on her. She claims strong ethical boundaries, but I'm not convinced what those boundaries are. I think if she could justify it, she'd enslave my entire nation if I let her. I didn't conquer and build an empire only to have it snatched away from me and my heirs."

He holds up a hand to forestall the argument he knows is coming. "I know, I know, you have faith in her. I accept that, even if I don't understand it. Please, just accept that I don't. It'll take a bit more time and exposure before I'll trust S.H.O.D.A.N., and that's why I've invited her to stay as a guest in Devonton. I'll keep her on-hand to talk and learn more about her. Maybe, with time, I'll come to trust her enough to let her operate on me again. We'll just have to see."
Dread Lady Nathicana
09-09-2003, 21:47
Oddly enough, she lets it go, merely nodding in response, then leaning over to kiss him gently on the cheek, patting his leg in a comforting manner.

"Don't worry about it right now," she says quietly, requesting clearance from the Bitstreams of Justice for takeoff. Once all's clear, she acknowledges, tagging on a final note of thanks, and takes the ship out of the landing bay.

Clear, she sets in the coordinates, and makes a leisurely pace back to Iraqstan.
17-09-2003, 16:16
[OOC: Selective Fast Forwarding to release the pair of you from annoyances such as my threads ;)]

Standing before the pair of them Carlos smiles and offers them both his hand in thanks "To the both of you, I extend a great big warm thank you. You both bought me back from a place I fear to tread anymore.... I must some how find a way to thank S.H.O.D.A.N for her excellent work on me." Turning to Nathicana Carlos smiles and kisses her hand softly "And to you my dear friend I extend a very large and heart felt thank you, the work you did behind the scenes here has given me a direction to head now to restore order through out my empire. I owe the both of you a debt I will never be able to repay."

With his smile faltering Carlos leads them towards their respective craft and bows once more "I will point you towards the official news lines out of the holy empire in the next few days to see where I am going with this and I hope it meets the approval of you both. For now I will let you get back to your own nations and business more important than keeping me occupied and distracted. Thank you my friends and may the light of the lady shine upon your path for safety."

Bowing once more Carlos stops at the boarding terminals unable to go any further and waves his two friends off.
Dread Lady Nathicana
20-10-2003, 07:20
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