Cooperative Omake by me and the awesome
@KnightDisciple.
Seo Speech Aftermath, Kane and Gideon
Gideon could not think of many things he'd rather have happen at this moment. Interrupted by his personal guard due to a matter of immediate urgency, he stormed out of his personal chambers, still dressing himself as he made his way to his command center.
"Please, please, this cannot be happening right now.", he mumbled to himself as he fought with the zipper of his perfectly tailored pants during the elevator ride, hoping no one else was there to witness his current shameful condition.
As the door opened into Gideon's private command center, he saw that while his personal chair and its attached computer screen were dark, the large wall full of computer screens, showing constant feeds of military data from all over North America, as well as several news-casts and other information streams, was going full-blast. No other light was in the room, and the flickering, changing colors of the screens cast the scorpion-inspired chair in an eerie, otherworldly glow.
Gideon froze.
Standing a few feet in front of the wall of screens was a figure in a deceptively simple-looking hooded coat. Its cut was somewhere between a traditional long-coat and some sort of ancient robe. The man standing there had his hands clasped behind his back, his feet spread slightly, in a posture that someone in good health could probably hold for hours. The lights from the screen gleamed slightly off of his bald head. There was no mistaking who this figure was. The Messiah had come to visit Gideon.
Immediately capable and nimble hands began fumbling with buttons, straps and laces. Quick and quiet, with movements and techniques learned from the beginnings of his ascend in the brotherhood, he fixed up his appearance, smoothing out wrinkles in his uniform and straightening his hair back. If Gideon had learned one thing during his ascend in the Messias brotherhood it was that it was all about the performance, the looks, the hand gestures made during speeches, the symbols used. After a few seconds Gideon had transformed into the Gideon he presented outwards, chin up, chest out, trained breathing and a smile he had practised for Kane knows how long in front of the mirror with an outfit as immaculate as the situation allowed.
The four center screens were configured to show an enlarged view of the speech being given by Treasury Vice-Secretary Seo Thoki. A speech happening right now in the gradually-resurrected city of Chicago.
--"To defend it, we must continue to work towards understanding. Not just of each other, or of the world around us, but in all aspects of life. We must remain true to the vision of the Initiative as it has been rebuilt in these last years, and build a society where none need go hungry. None need go without shelter. A society where none are damned for the accident of their birth. I have been given the responsibility to be a torchbearer in these dark times. I hope to carry it well. Thank you."--
A hand raised and idly gestured at the screens, and they muted as the speech finished and the Vice-Secretary was ushered away by security troops in full Zone Armor. For several long moments, a time less than a minute but more than an eternity, the bald figure stood there silently.
Gideon waited for the Messiah to make the first move. It would allow him to figure out the purpose of this all too unexpected visit, whether or not he was angry, disappointed or something else and, more importantly, it would allow him to formulate a response.
Finally, Kane spoke.
"A most rousing speech, wouldn't you say, Brother Gideon? I thought the bit about contrasting peace versus the sword was a particularly fine bit of wordplay. Of course, I'm sure you already knew the contents of the speech, as well as the location and the time. You have, after all, assured me
time and again, that you have comprehensive knowledge of the moves GDI is making on this continent. And while I would not think that every single person's literal movements are tracked at all times, I would conversely think that one of the half-dozen most powerful people in the Initiative would be under
constant observation and tracking.
So
clearly, you decided that this was not an opportunity for an assassination attempt. Almost handed to us on a platter by GDI. Unless you mean to tell me that you simply
did not know that not only was the Vice-Secretary going to be in Chicago, but was going to be giving a speech in an
open, public area?"
Only then did Kane turn around slowly; he stepped several feet closer to Gideon and, with another wordless hand-gesture to the room's Virtual Intelligence that coordinated many of the functions, turned the actual lights on to dim illumination. Gideon had never specifically told Kane or others about all the commands he'd coded in, but this was, after all,
Kane. Rumor had it he had an Artificial Intelligence that exceeded the power of CABAL at his fingertips. The highest leader of the Brotherhood of Nod stopped a few feet away from Gideon, just far enough to allow the warlord the impression of a strong personal space. His arms were crossed over his chest, but a gentle, fatherly smile was on his face as he waited for Gideon's answer.
Gideon immediately decided on a course of action, submissiveness, as much as it pained him. He fell to his knees, head facing the polished black stone tiles beneath him.
"Messiah!", he called out, carefully controlling the tone of his voice. "I can assure you, it was still yesterday that my agents and I were sure about Granger using the Energy Summit to present his successor, and had made preparations for this possibility. The fact that my entire network was unaware of this development only speaks of our enemies' increased strength and cunning and not the incompetence of my agents."
Kane stood there for several moments. Who knew what was going on inside of his mind? Certainly not Gideon.
'
Ancestors give me strength, this one really is a simpering fool.'
Finally, he spoke.
"So. Your entire intelligence network is exceedingly competent. It is simply that GDI is
more competent? More..powerful?"
Kane paused, and seemingly took a moment to examine his fingernails, as if searching for an imperfection or some sort of bit of captured dirt.
"I
do appreciate your attempt to give grace to your subordinates. However, this is a worrying trend. If you had known of this and simply
chosen not to act, then I would not necessarily mind. My field commanders have the leeway they do because I try to trust their judgement. But if it was because you truly
did not know, then we may have a problem."
He tapped his chin in thought, before snapping his fingers.
"Ah, yes. Brother Mehretu has extensive experience working with extremely asymmetrical power dynamics. His troops are excellent infiltrators. I will request he provide you with a handful of trainers, to help your own intelligence operatives get a better handle on how to handle superior enemy means. But, Gideon…"
Kane knelt down, placed a single finger under Gideon's chin, and gently, almost lovingly, lifted the Warlord's face until he was looking Kane in the eyes. The Messiah no longer smiled.
"It is the job of the troops to carry out the will of their commanding officer. But it is the job of the commanding officer to understand their shortcomings and, if it is beyond their own means,
ask for assistance. I would rather see my commanders constantly requesting aid from each other, and
succeeding, than see them all fail individually. So tell me, Gideon...how will you do better next time?"
His hand dropped away from Gideon's face, and Kane stood straight and tall once more, his arms crossed against his chest, his face a mask of stone that revealed little of his thoughts.
"My Messiah", Gideon answered composedly, returning the eye contact without flinching. "I can give the brothers and sisters of Nod motivation should they lack it. I can give them symbols to believe in should they need them. Through speech, prayer and sermon I can hype them up to willingly lay down their lives for your cause. But motivation alone cannot stand against the Marv, the manifestation of their imperialist nature. Motivation does not help if the Brotherhood soldiers are blown apart by GDIs artillery. But if you would be willing to share a sliver of your plans with the likes of me, I'd have something to rally the followers of the Brotherhood in North America. We can disrupt GDI all we want but they grow stronger every day all around the globe. What will the Brotherhood's response be?"
Kane tilted his head to the side, as if confused. HIs tone as he spoke was light, conversational even.
"To grow stronger, Brother Gideon. Have you not been doing that? Have you and your fellow war-leaders not been constantly working to grow your forces? Not just our faithful brothers and sisters who fight as Militia troops, but your heavy infantry, cavalry, and air force? Tell me, Gideon…"
Kane's hands went his his hips, his elbows pointed to the side. His brows shifted down slightly.
"How was it that GDI reached the point that Chicago is the fortress it has become in the first place? Why do we not have Shadow teams scattered about its landscape already? You speak of the power of GDI's MARV fleets; at least Stahl's troops put
active pressure on the Hub in their territory. I expect my Commanders to
act Gideon."
Kane barely disguised the sheer
disgust in his voice.
"Where are your sweeping moves? I do not ask that you succeed
every time. I ask that you do the best and boldest with what you have been given. To whom much is given,
much is required. So now the question becomes how much more you feel can be required of you, Brother Gideon. I am truly beginning to wonder."
Gideon rose, furious at the humiliation, but remaining calm on the outside. "Let me show you what I have been working on."
He walked over to the table in the middle of the room, quickly running his hand over the keyboard to load up the schematics of his latest project. Slowly dimming the lights, he waited for the right moment to project the 3D blueprint into the air above them, the hologram painting the room into a violent red light.
Two vehicle schematics flickered above them. Both tanks are reminiscent of scorpions, the tail section raised high above the main body, the armor angular and plate-like, but one significantly larger, with slim, angular quad tracks and two sections.
"The results of months of research by my scientists." Gideon declared theatralically, with all the pomp and energy he could muster. "The scorpion tank, reimagined and given a new form. Imposing, deadly, ready to strike and...." He turned towards Kane, carefully reading his reactions. "...with a miniature Obelisk of Light as the main weapon."
Kane had followed Gideon, hands clasped behind his back. His expression had fallen into "inexpressive stone" until Gideon clarified the weapons systems on board the tank. His eyebrows rose fractionally, a sign of rather large surprise on the enigmatic leader's part.
"Intriguing. The positioning of the Obelisk allows for it to fire from a more protected position than many models of tank. I am impressed your engineers were able to include one. Though, I am curious Brother, what in particular is the difference between the two models? Simply the size?"
"The smaller one will hopefully replace the disgrace that is the current model of scorpion tank for Brotherhood forces across the world. It is fast, agile and can attack both air and ground targets and…" Gideon grimaced and clenched a fist, turning around towards Kane. "...It is one of my many failures. The original goal was to provide a mobile version of the Obelisk of Light, a beacon of brotherhood supremacy, unstoppable in its advance, deadly in its strikes. But my engineers had problems with its balance and ground pressure, so as much as it pains me to admit the Emperor Scorpion is currently the less finished prototype of the two."
Kane smiled.
"It is the nature of Nod to turn failure into opportunity. While there are merits to more traditional tank designs, having a mobile Obelisk mounted on a
literal Scorpion's tail makes for fearsome sight indeed. We have other, more traditional designs being worked on anyways. I will direct some additional resources to this project, Brother Gideon. You have proven yourself a true follower of the ways of the Brotherhood. I was
not mistaken in giving you leadership of this area, it seems. We will ensure the new-model Scorpion's design is finalized and distributed as soon as possible. Hopefully, this new weapon will give your forces the infusion of power and motivation necessary to begin pushing GDI's war-dogs back."
Kane turned and began to walk toward the door, but stopped halfway there.
"Was there anything else that required my attention, Gideon?"
Gideon smiled, exhausted and relieved, quietly wiping away a drop of sweat that had formed on his forehead. "No, Messiah. Peace through Power."
Kane's smile intensified for just a moment, before he turned and walked to the doorway.
"Peace Through Power, Brother."
And then Kane was through the doorway and out of sight. When Gideon nervously stepped up just moments later, he looked both ways and did not see the Messiah anywhere, or hear his footsteps. He was simply
gone.