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Smells like the Sumeragis at large have been treating their cadet branch a little too much like servants, and that resentment is starting to... bubble.
Mandat de l'impératrice des Cieux - Imperial Princess Troubleshooter Space Opera Quest
- Thread starter Whiskey Golf
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Can't read my, can't read my, no he can't read my poker face
Can't read my, can't read my, no she can't read my poker face
I promised that this stuff would start being plot relevant! It's totally not just because I wanted to write SoL romcom
But yeah things aren't so great for anybody who's not main house. Note how less salt and more chill Maggie was in the Admiral Amagi AU - she got to break out of the honeypot role assigned to her and forge her own path and have a genuine career. Unfortunately, Maggie didn't get that here.
Oh well. At least she still has Johnny. Salt Admiral has his Salt Foxwife, Salt Adjutant gets her Salt
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Btw the title, Himehajime, literally means first princess, and is a practice whereby people celebrate/welcome the new year by having sex at midnight.
It's a thing that's happened in more than one eromanga.
It's a thing that's happened in more than one eromanga.
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IDK. For whatever reason, I keep expecting a "no, they were loyal all along" plot twist.
idk why I was surprised
(I'm not.)
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Now you need to wonder whether Maggie's salt is from a lifetime of resentment, annoyance at Johnny worming his way under her skin, or just being frustrated. And maybe she's giving him a little less credit than he deserves.
Work on the main update is still progressing but I thought I'd keep tossing out more sides to expand the world some more.
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- National Capital Region, USA
Both things are still possible. The Sumeragis could be perfectly loyal to the Empire as an institution, and still have been spreading their influence throughout the nobility via using their children as pawns, since 'you have enough wealth and influence' is never on the minds of such people.
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That's vaguely what I'm feeling from these guys-between Foxthot Elon Musk and the seeming LACK of them being involved in that last investigation? I think they want a POLITICAL victory, which for our purposes works for us. Not that we can't end up with a Sumeragi Victory later on if we don't curb them, but they seem kind of like their current plans are indeed made with the Empire remaining intact...Though maybe not given that refit thing, but I've not been keeping the facts straight either.
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The refit federalizes power. Combined with the Capacitor technology, they get significant political power and a nice hedge if things turn south.
Staycation all I ever wanted
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"It's Golden Week. We took the whole week off. We could have gone anywhere. We could have gone off-planet. We could have gone to my private beach. Hell, we could even have gone to that cabin in the country and played with your guns! But no, Johnny, you had to choose to stay here."
"Maggie, there's nothing wrong with a staycation," you say, ignoring your girlfriend's annoyance. You set the tray down with its snacks and the pitcher of lemonade on the little table by your pool, and drop your towel over your pool chair. "I don't get to enjoy my house enough. Of course I'm staying at home."
"Join the Navy and see the Empire," says Maggie dryly, quoting the old recruiting meme. "Evidently you missed that portion of indoc." She drapes her towel over her pool chair, and looks quizzically at you. "Johnny, you do realise we're alone, and there are no eyes on you. You don't have to get dressed and then undress at the pool. You could just wear your swimwear from the get-go. You could even walk right out here naked and no one would ever know or care."
"You have your quirks, I have mine," you say, stripping off your t-shirt and retying the drawstring of your swimming trunks. You roll your eyes at Maggie - she's wearing a long-sleeved wetsuit that covers her entire body, save for where it ends mid-thigh. It looks fetching on her, the way the wetsuit conceals and yet reveals her body, the way it gives her a smooth sleek shape. She's a beautiful woman, your girlfriend, and you shake your head at the idea that someone like you could be with someone like her. Never in your wildest dreams.
You're two steps away from the water's edge before you get your first inkling that something isn't right, but just as you open your mouth, you feel a shove and faceplant into the water. You're already tucking your body into a roll when you hit-
JESUSCHRISTFUCKCOLDCOLDCOLD
Your mouth opens in a silent scream, which just makes the freezing water rush into your mouth and make you scream some more. Your feet hit the bottom and you lunge, propelling yourself upward; your head breaks the surface of the water. Your mind wants to roar in indignation, but your weak treacherous body prevents that with its shivering and chattering teeth.
Maggie looks far too pleased with herself. "How's the water, Darling?" she says sweetly. You're not fooled in the slightest.
"I thought you'd be above such pettiness," you reply through chattering teeth. "You know damn well how cold you set the pool."
Maggie merely smiles and ties her hair into a long ponytail, and then takes a running swan dive into the pool. Despite the cold, you admire her form, and can actually feel yourself harden. Goddamn, you have it bad for that woman. Actually this reminds you of that story Sonny told of SERE training, how his Green Team class were hosed with freezing water then paraded outdoor for female roleplayers to laugh at and insult their junk, and how Sonny was the only person to rise to the occasion…
You sneeze and shiver and look up, to see Maggie calmly standing in the pool, without nary a care. She gives you a smug smirk. "It seems some of us are dealing with the elements a little better than others, hmm?"
"You're wearing an insulated wetsuit," you retort. "You've got an unfair advantage. Make it even and then you can talk."
"I can always back up my talk, Johnny," she smirks, reaching for her zipper. she pulls it down and her wetsuit splits apart oh so slowly, and you can see the indentations of her pointed nipples against the material. She's definitely feeling the cold, she's just not letting you see it. Maggie gyrates in the water, peeling the swimsuit off, leaving only a pair of tiny neon yellow bikini bottoms on her body. You've seen gauze patches with more surface area than that tiny glorified strip of dental floss. A tiny glorified strip of dental floss that is doing things to your anatomy.
Maggie walks to you imperiously, even as you see her shoulders shivering and her sodden tails wrapping around her in an instinctive attempt to retain heat. You're shivering hard now, but you just say, "Looks like you're having trouble staying warm."
"Johnny please. As a Sumeragi, I would never let myself show weakness in public. The cold doesn't affect me at all."
"You admit it's cold," you retort (the chattering reduces the effect of your statement somewhat). "Is your pride as a Sumeragi really worth this discomfort?"
"I may be a member of the cadet branch, but I am a Sumeragi noblewoman. I lay my body on the altar of my pride."
"Or you could lay your body on the altar of staying warm by sharing body heat," you suggest. "Nobody would need to know…"
Maggie puts on a show of considering, and raises a finger. "On one condition," she declares imperiously. "I cannot abide the fact that your are in a superior position to me. We must be equal."
"Meaning?"
"Lose the trunks, peasant," she commands you, her beautiful blue eyes boring on you.
"Lady, you want these trunks gone, you gotta come and get them," you declare. Maggie merely reaches down and unties her knots, and off comes the dental floss bikini. She balls it up and throws it at you, you instinctively reach your hands out to catch the garment, and that's when an icy wave bowls into your, drenching you. You feel hands yank your feet out from under you, divesting you of your swimming trunks. You come up for air, greeted by Maggie's smug face, as she waves your swimming trunks around like a victory flag. She throws your trunks onto the deck and lazily swims to you.
"There," she counters triumphantly. "We're both equal - of course, as a member of Great House Sumeragi, to say I am first among equals is to belittle how far ahead that first place is."
You snort. "You Sumeragis and your Sumeragi hottakes on things."
"Darling, I am Sumeragi. I am expected to comport myself in a manner befitting Great House Sumeragi." Maggie draws closer to you, the pool tantalisingly distorting her naked form, a form you've seen so many times that never fails to excite you, even in this freezing cold water. She wraps her arms around you, and you lean in-
-and sneeze.
You both jerk apart in stunned, shocked silence. You can't help it. You start giggling hysterically at the sight of Maggie's face, at her shock and outrage that you of all people would sneeze on her-
-and then she sneezes and you stop laughing.
Carefully, slowly, you reach a hand up and wipe your lips. "Should we call this even? We're freezing, we should get ou-"
A wave slams into your face, and you sputter in indignation. You clear the water from your eyes and see Maggie daintily washing her face, her expression righteous. "I'm sorry, Johnny," she says, clearly not sorry at all, "but I cannot let that stand. No one sneezes in the face of a Sumeragi and gets away with it."
You consider the situation you're in, summon your dignity, and choose to respond with the appropriate level of maturity. You bring your hands together and shove, sending a wave of water at Maggie. She yelps in surprise, as you grab her and pull her underwater. She wriggles and squirms her way out of your grasp, and as soon as your head breaks the surface she's splashing you relentlessly. Maggie is a ferocious opponent, but in the finest traditions of the Imperial Navy you counterattack and give as good as you get.
Eventually, by mutual unspoken agreement, a truce is called, and you catch your breath. You look down at yourself: your hands are numb and you can feel your goosebumps. Maggie's in much the same state.
"Call it a draw?" you suggest. "We can get out of this pool and get warm?"
Maggie sniffs haughtily. "First person to get out of the pool is a wimp."
"What are you, five?" you ask incredulously. "You freeze to death if you want, I'm getting out."
"I didn't realise you were so quick to throw in the towel," smirks Maggie, doing a lazy backstroke (and giving you a wonderful view of her physical perfection personified). "I so do fear for our Navy's future: if you're going to give up so quickly in the small things, My Lord, how ever will you endure the large things?"
You realise two things: One, she's baiting you. Two, it's working. Three, you might be freezing to death, but there's a part of you that would rather freeze to death beside Maggie than be warm and dry and alone. Four, the cold water is doing wonderful things to her nipples. Wait damnit Yoyo that was four things. Oh, fuckit,chiong ah , chiong ah!
You gather your hands before you, and break the ceasefire.
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"Ohohohoho is this truly the limit of the Third Star Lord's ability?"
"I thought Sumeragi were hot stuff, put up or shut up!"
-=-
"Y'know your nips have been rock hard for a while now maybe it's time to retreat now?"
"If you stay in Darling, you get to admire them even more."
"Damn you that's actually a good ret-"
"Less talking, more splashing, Johnny."
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"Okay we've been at this an hour h-how about we call it quits?"
"Darling, please, I can keep on going. Unlike you, I'm perfectly fit. No wonder you don't have enough endurance in bed."
"Oi I'm sixty."
"Life begins at sixty, Johnny. Besides, you're fifty eight, you've no excuse to claim the frailty of old age. En garde!"
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"M-maggie, p-p-please, n-no m-more."
"T-t-this is good f-for Sumeragi."
"Oh for fuck's sake-"
"S-submit to me your G-Grand D-D-Duchess!"
"You have issues. That's it, we're done."
-=-
"This is all your fault, you realise." Maggie's voice is a lot weaker than usual; for once, she's unable to summon her usual Sumeragi imperiousness. Truth be told you're not that much better. You just wrap your arms around Maggie and cuddle as you both lie on the sofa, snuggled in your cocoon of warm blankets, sharing body heat, while Aces at War plays on the big screen. Neither of you are ranting about the show, which probably shows how out of it you both are.
"I fail to see how both of us coming down with a chill is my fault," you reply. It's probably your fault: rule number one, the wife is always right, happy wife happy life, but you're feeling ornery and you want to push back a little.
"If you'd gone to my private beach with me like I wanted to, we'd be sitting on a warm tropical beach right now, not bundled up like Eskimos," she sniffles.
"Maggie, you were the one who set the pool temp to freezing," you point out.
"Well I had to make a point to you."
"And how's that working out?"
"...somewhat less than ideally."
Yup, she's definitely under the weather. She'd never have admitted that so readily, not if she had her full mental faculties.
In hindsight you should probably have just dragged her out of the pool rather than let yourself get baited, because both of you are looking forward to spending your vacation at home, sick. Good job, Johnny! Very good, I like! Well done Third Star Lord!
Maybe Maggie does have a point to her spurious complaints…
"I don't need to go anywhere," you say gently. "The important thing is being with you. I'd rather spend a week at home with you than two weeks alone on a luxury beach resort."
"Johnny," growls Maggie, "the whole point was that you and me would go to my private beach!"
"Oh," you say dumbly. "Sorry?"
"Johnny. Let go of me so I can punch you."
"I think I'd better not let go then," you say, and Maggie growls. She subsides moments later, sighing, and you take advantage of that to cuddle some more.
"You're a sap, Johnny."
"Guilty as charged," you admit. "But… just think about it, Maggie. You and me together in our house. No Navy, no politics, no Imperial Family, no Great Houses. Just Johnny and Maggie at home. It's not so bad, is it?"
Maggie doesn't say anything, but she gently, firmly worms her way out of your grasp, turning so that she's lying on your chest, facing you. Her face is an open book to you; she's genuinely happy. "No," she says, smiling gently. "It's not so bad."
Then she jerks her head to the side and sneezes and the moment is ruined; you reach for the tissue box help her wipe her nose, and you both sigh and settle back onto the sofa.
And when you wake later and realise you've both fallen asleep, snuggled together, with your fingers intertwined, well. That's not so bad at all. Not a bad vacation at all.
"Maggie, there's nothing wrong with a staycation," you say, ignoring your girlfriend's annoyance. You set the tray down with its snacks and the pitcher of lemonade on the little table by your pool, and drop your towel over your pool chair. "I don't get to enjoy my house enough. Of course I'm staying at home."
"Join the Navy and see the Empire," says Maggie dryly, quoting the old recruiting meme. "Evidently you missed that portion of indoc." She drapes her towel over her pool chair, and looks quizzically at you. "Johnny, you do realise we're alone, and there are no eyes on you. You don't have to get dressed and then undress at the pool. You could just wear your swimwear from the get-go. You could even walk right out here naked and no one would ever know or care."
"You have your quirks, I have mine," you say, stripping off your t-shirt and retying the drawstring of your swimming trunks. You roll your eyes at Maggie - she's wearing a long-sleeved wetsuit that covers her entire body, save for where it ends mid-thigh. It looks fetching on her, the way the wetsuit conceals and yet reveals her body, the way it gives her a smooth sleek shape. She's a beautiful woman, your girlfriend, and you shake your head at the idea that someone like you could be with someone like her. Never in your wildest dreams.
You're two steps away from the water's edge before you get your first inkling that something isn't right, but just as you open your mouth, you feel a shove and faceplant into the water. You're already tucking your body into a roll when you hit-
JESUSCHRISTFUCKCOLDCOLDCOLD
Your mouth opens in a silent scream, which just makes the freezing water rush into your mouth and make you scream some more. Your feet hit the bottom and you lunge, propelling yourself upward; your head breaks the surface of the water. Your mind wants to roar in indignation, but your weak treacherous body prevents that with its shivering and chattering teeth.
Maggie looks far too pleased with herself. "How's the water, Darling?" she says sweetly. You're not fooled in the slightest.
"I thought you'd be above such pettiness," you reply through chattering teeth. "You know damn well how cold you set the pool."
Maggie merely smiles and ties her hair into a long ponytail, and then takes a running swan dive into the pool. Despite the cold, you admire her form, and can actually feel yourself harden. Goddamn, you have it bad for that woman. Actually this reminds you of that story Sonny told of SERE training, how his Green Team class were hosed with freezing water then paraded outdoor for female roleplayers to laugh at and insult their junk, and how Sonny was the only person to rise to the occasion…
You sneeze and shiver and look up, to see Maggie calmly standing in the pool, without nary a care. She gives you a smug smirk. "It seems some of us are dealing with the elements a little better than others, hmm?"
"You're wearing an insulated wetsuit," you retort. "You've got an unfair advantage. Make it even and then you can talk."
"I can always back up my talk, Johnny," she smirks, reaching for her zipper. she pulls it down and her wetsuit splits apart oh so slowly, and you can see the indentations of her pointed nipples against the material. She's definitely feeling the cold, she's just not letting you see it. Maggie gyrates in the water, peeling the swimsuit off, leaving only a pair of tiny neon yellow bikini bottoms on her body. You've seen gauze patches with more surface area than that tiny glorified strip of dental floss. A tiny glorified strip of dental floss that is doing things to your anatomy.
Maggie walks to you imperiously, even as you see her shoulders shivering and her sodden tails wrapping around her in an instinctive attempt to retain heat. You're shivering hard now, but you just say, "Looks like you're having trouble staying warm."
"Johnny please. As a Sumeragi, I would never let myself show weakness in public. The cold doesn't affect me at all."
"You admit it's cold," you retort (the chattering reduces the effect of your statement somewhat). "Is your pride as a Sumeragi really worth this discomfort?"
"I may be a member of the cadet branch, but I am a Sumeragi noblewoman. I lay my body on the altar of my pride."
"Or you could lay your body on the altar of staying warm by sharing body heat," you suggest. "Nobody would need to know…"
Maggie puts on a show of considering, and raises a finger. "On one condition," she declares imperiously. "I cannot abide the fact that your are in a superior position to me. We must be equal."
"Meaning?"
"Lose the trunks, peasant," she commands you, her beautiful blue eyes boring on you.
"Lady, you want these trunks gone, you gotta come and get them," you declare. Maggie merely reaches down and unties her knots, and off comes the dental floss bikini. She balls it up and throws it at you, you instinctively reach your hands out to catch the garment, and that's when an icy wave bowls into your, drenching you. You feel hands yank your feet out from under you, divesting you of your swimming trunks. You come up for air, greeted by Maggie's smug face, as she waves your swimming trunks around like a victory flag. She throws your trunks onto the deck and lazily swims to you.
"There," she counters triumphantly. "We're both equal - of course, as a member of Great House Sumeragi, to say I am first among equals is to belittle how far ahead that first place is."
You snort. "You Sumeragis and your Sumeragi hottakes on things."
"Darling, I am Sumeragi. I am expected to comport myself in a manner befitting Great House Sumeragi." Maggie draws closer to you, the pool tantalisingly distorting her naked form, a form you've seen so many times that never fails to excite you, even in this freezing cold water. She wraps her arms around you, and you lean in-
-and sneeze.
You both jerk apart in stunned, shocked silence. You can't help it. You start giggling hysterically at the sight of Maggie's face, at her shock and outrage that you of all people would sneeze on her-
-and then she sneezes and you stop laughing.
Carefully, slowly, you reach a hand up and wipe your lips. "Should we call this even? We're freezing, we should get ou-"
A wave slams into your face, and you sputter in indignation. You clear the water from your eyes and see Maggie daintily washing her face, her expression righteous. "I'm sorry, Johnny," she says, clearly not sorry at all, "but I cannot let that stand. No one sneezes in the face of a Sumeragi and gets away with it."
You consider the situation you're in, summon your dignity, and choose to respond with the appropriate level of maturity. You bring your hands together and shove, sending a wave of water at Maggie. She yelps in surprise, as you grab her and pull her underwater. She wriggles and squirms her way out of your grasp, and as soon as your head breaks the surface she's splashing you relentlessly. Maggie is a ferocious opponent, but in the finest traditions of the Imperial Navy you counterattack and give as good as you get.
Eventually, by mutual unspoken agreement, a truce is called, and you catch your breath. You look down at yourself: your hands are numb and you can feel your goosebumps. Maggie's in much the same state.
"Call it a draw?" you suggest. "We can get out of this pool and get warm?"
Maggie sniffs haughtily. "First person to get out of the pool is a wimp."
"What are you, five?" you ask incredulously. "You freeze to death if you want, I'm getting out."
"I didn't realise you were so quick to throw in the towel," smirks Maggie, doing a lazy backstroke (and giving you a wonderful view of her physical perfection personified). "I so do fear for our Navy's future: if you're going to give up so quickly in the small things, My Lord, how ever will you endure the large things?"
You realise two things: One, she's baiting you. Two, it's working. Three, you might be freezing to death, but there's a part of you that would rather freeze to death beside Maggie than be warm and dry and alone. Four, the cold water is doing wonderful things to her nipples. Wait damnit Yoyo that was four things. Oh, fuckit,
You gather your hands before you, and break the ceasefire.
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"Ohohohoho is this truly the limit of the Third Star Lord's ability?"
"I thought Sumeragi were hot stuff, put up or shut up!"
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"Y'know your nips have been rock hard for a while now maybe it's time to retreat now?"
"If you stay in Darling, you get to admire them even more."
"Damn you that's actually a good ret-"
"Less talking, more splashing, Johnny."
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"Okay we've been at this an hour h-how about we call it quits?"
"Darling, please, I can keep on going. Unlike you, I'm perfectly fit. No wonder you don't have enough endurance in bed."
"Oi I'm sixty."
"Life begins at sixty, Johnny. Besides, you're fifty eight, you've no excuse to claim the frailty of old age. En garde!"
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"M-maggie, p-p-please, n-no m-more."
"T-t-this is good f-for Sumeragi."
"Oh for fuck's sake-"
"S-submit to me your G-Grand D-D-Duchess!"
"You have issues. That's it, we're done."
-=-
"This is all your fault, you realise." Maggie's voice is a lot weaker than usual; for once, she's unable to summon her usual Sumeragi imperiousness. Truth be told you're not that much better. You just wrap your arms around Maggie and cuddle as you both lie on the sofa, snuggled in your cocoon of warm blankets, sharing body heat, while Aces at War plays on the big screen. Neither of you are ranting about the show, which probably shows how out of it you both are.
"I fail to see how both of us coming down with a chill is my fault," you reply. It's probably your fault: rule number one, the wife is always right, happy wife happy life, but you're feeling ornery and you want to push back a little.
"If you'd gone to my private beach with me like I wanted to, we'd be sitting on a warm tropical beach right now, not bundled up like Eskimos," she sniffles.
"Maggie, you were the one who set the pool temp to freezing," you point out.
"Well I had to make a point to you."
"And how's that working out?"
"...somewhat less than ideally."
Yup, she's definitely under the weather. She'd never have admitted that so readily, not if she had her full mental faculties.
In hindsight you should probably have just dragged her out of the pool rather than let yourself get baited, because both of you are looking forward to spending your vacation at home, sick. Good job, Johnny! Very good, I like! Well done Third Star Lord!
Maybe Maggie does have a point to her spurious complaints…
"I don't need to go anywhere," you say gently. "The important thing is being with you. I'd rather spend a week at home with you than two weeks alone on a luxury beach resort."
"Johnny," growls Maggie, "the whole point was that you and me would go to my private beach!"
"Oh," you say dumbly. "Sorry?"
"Johnny. Let go of me so I can punch you."
"I think I'd better not let go then," you say, and Maggie growls. She subsides moments later, sighing, and you take advantage of that to cuddle some more.
"You're a sap, Johnny."
"Guilty as charged," you admit. "But… just think about it, Maggie. You and me together in our house. No Navy, no politics, no Imperial Family, no Great Houses. Just Johnny and Maggie at home. It's not so bad, is it?"
Maggie doesn't say anything, but she gently, firmly worms her way out of your grasp, turning so that she's lying on your chest, facing you. Her face is an open book to you; she's genuinely happy. "No," she says, smiling gently. "It's not so bad."
Then she jerks her head to the side and sneezes and the moment is ruined; you reach for the tissue box help her wipe her nose, and you both sigh and settle back onto the sofa.
And when you wake later and realise you've both fallen asleep, snuggled together, with your fingers intertwined, well. That's not so bad at all. Not a bad vacation at all.
Staycation, all I ever wanted
Staycation, had to get away
Staycation, meant to be spent with you
Staycation, had to get away
Staycation, meant to be spent with you
Thebigpieman
I've got this, I think.
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The answer is both.
Whiskey Golf
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Also the Johnny & Maggie sides are posted non-linearly, so to clarify when happens when:
Couples Bonding - Last year July,
Himehajime - New Year this year
Staycation - April
Ten Steps Too Close to Home - 14 May
Le Fantasme de l'hostesse de l'air - 25 May
Morning Has Broken - 30 May
Feelings - 30 May
Couples Bonding - Last year July,
Himehajime - New Year this year
Staycation - April
Ten Steps Too Close to Home - 14 May
Le Fantasme de l'hostesse de l'air - 25 May
Morning Has Broken - 30 May
Feelings - 30 May
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Who would win
A skilled highly experienced foxthot with pelvic sorcery
or
A shitposting salt ossan with heartfelt sincerity
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Who would win
A skilled highly experienced foxthot with pelvic sorcery
or
A shitposting salt ossan with heartfelt sincerity
The one holding the betting pot, obviously
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I take everything I've said about her back. Maggie is obviously PURE EVIL.
Missing a word here.
Are we learning yet, Maggie?
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Maggie would argue that she was totally justified in this, and a point had to be made to Johnny, he can't just expect her to fawn over him and be a plaything to his ego, she's not some blushing schoolgirl.
Otoh she gets to spend the weekend on the couch, cuddling, and doesn't need to put in any effort beyond the occasional kiss and more snuggling, and they're handholding even in sleep.
... m-masaka, was this her deviant plan all along?!
Called on the Carpet
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[X] Covert Investigation
[X] Yes, involve IRG in the investigation
"I think that it would be best if we keep this investigation off-book," you tell Daniel. "I realise that you'll be operating under constraints you wouldn't have if we make this a formal affair, and that your intelligence gathering will be limited, but I'd rather not tip my hand just yet. Let's just start quietly and see where the trail leads us."
"Yes, ma'am. I can work with that."
"I'd also like you to arrange a meeting with Major Nakaraha."
"Your IRG liaison, ma'am? We're involving the IRG?"
"I think it would be prudent, given that they were of help to you in the Egon System investigation, and I believe that our mission will be of common interest. They've also got a vested interest in keeping milspec systems out of pirate hands."
"Is that wise, ma'am? You're giving them more access to your movements."
"I'm already under IRG scrutiny," you say. "This way, we can build a closer rapport with them, and perhaps assuage some of their concerns. I'm certain they'll have taken note of Admiral Vickers' confrontation with Commodore Muryoutou."
"Noted, ma'am. I'll take care of that."
"You can do that tomorrow," you say. "I'm sorry to have taken up so much of your weekend. Please do give my regards to your family."
"Thank you, ma'am."
"You're welcome, Daniel."
"Refills please, mama-san!"
"Konnie, this is my house, not that snack bar at Anchorhead," you protest mildly. "Please, control yourself."
"I'm an Admiral now, I don't have to do inspection, I don't have to sober up on Monday," counters Konnie. "I think I'll take tomorrow off."
You just give Konnie a look and sigh. You remember the first time you met Konnie, when you were roomates at Anchorhead: you'd been so happy, so relieved that finally you were going to get a calm, sober presence, you'd finally get a roommate who you wouldn't have to sober up before CO's inspection…
...and then you got Konnie, your roommate who you had to sober up so she could do CO's inspection.
"Konnie, I think you're taking that the adage of "work hard, play hard" too far," you say mildly.
"Yui, please. Your house is intact. The bottles are all neatly arranged in the basket. Neither of us has been thoroughly enjoyably fucked. We haven't even begun to play." Konnie rolls her eyes at you.
Some things, you can't change. You give in, and refill her glass. Ah well, she deserves it. It's the least you can do for her.
"I want you to know I appreciate you throwing yourself on your sword to protect me and Her Majesty. You didn't need to do it, if 4th Fleet escalates this further you're going to take the brunt of the scrutiny, and I'm sorry you'll face the music for my decisions. You deserve better."
Konnie looks at you, and sighs. Your best friend takes your hand and looks you in the eye. "I'm a big girl, Yui, I can take care of myself. I knew what I was getting into and I went in with both eyes open," she says seriously. "We swore an oath to Her Majesty to protect this empire. You're my best friend. I will always have your back. If the situation was reversed, you'd do the same for me."
"I'll make it up to you," you promise heartfully. Konnia just laughs.
"Fill my glass and I'll call it even. No, on second thoughts let's empty your liquor cabinet and then call it even. Actually, no, come paint the town red with me tonight and then I'll call it even-"
"Konnie no-"
"You need to play harder y'know, you don't play hard enough-"
"Konnie, no-"
Fortunately, you were able to escape Konnie's clutches, though your liquor cabinet was not so lucky. The rest of the day proceeds normally: you return to the palace, spend the afternoon swimming with Ahri, and curl up on the sofa catching up on the final season of Aces at War (and explain to Ahri what they did and didn't get right). Then it's off to brushing your tails before bed, and you and Ahri kiss each other goodnight and snuggle in to sleep.
When her nightmares wake you, this time, you wake her. When you hear what Ahri has to say, you regret that decision
"Why didn't papa stay?" sobs Ahri. "Why didn't he love me enough to stay?"
It's a question you have no reply for. In absence of profound answers, you follow Mummy's example. You kiss her tears away, you promise her that you won't leave, you hold her in your arms, you comfort her.
Sleep comes to both of you, eventually, but it's a long while coming.
Your week progresses, much like last week. You brief Ahri on the findings of the Egon investigation, and explain your intent to follow up the SA-Caledfwlch lead. Ahri is chagrined that things weren't as she believed, but at least she's not publicly embarrassed, and it's been a learning experience for her. You mention the confrontation between Konnie and Commander Muryoutou, and Ahri is horrified at the thought that her officers are fighting amongst themselves. You have to talk her out of preemptively issuing an Imperial Pardon for Konnie; you want to leave that as the nuclear option, the absolute last resort. Moreover, accepting a pardon is an admission of guilt, and you don't believe Konnie did anything wrong. You manage to assure Ahri that you have things under control, and that things will settle down, and you need to focus on moving forward.
With Ahri's approval for your expanded mandate, you spend the week getting Daniel ready to ship out to Fenghuang. He'll be setting up in the Cymru system, where SA-Caledfwlch's main offices and yards are based, though he expects he will also need to look into their facilities in the Cwmbrn and Vaizen systems. Major Nakahara came through for you; the same intel team that assisted Daniel with the Egon investigation will be following along, as well as some augmentees previously of a joint IRG-NavInt-Treasury taskforce.
The week goes by in a flash, not very much different from last week. The highlights remain the same: Uncle Johnny comes by for breakfast and a current affairs discussion with Ahri, you supervise Ahri's studying and make sure she diligently reads her briefing boxes, and work continues on getting Ahri to eat better and exercise more.
All this while, you wait for the penny to drop. And drop it does, on Sunday night.
The message from Fleet Admiral Chew is short and succinct: "To: VADM Akasha. From: FADM Chew. Please report to Commander Fleet Operations at 1000 hours tomorrow, Admiralty House."
You sigh, check your uniform, and prepare to face your reckoning.
As you make your way to the Third Star Lord's office, you can't shake the feeling that you're being called to the headmistress's office. You don't believe you did anything wrong, you don't believe Konnie did anything wrong, but you can't shake your guilty feeling.
Outside the Third Star Lord's office, you notice two Ensigns you don't recognise standing in the waiting area, perusing a datapad. Strange. Normally, junior officers don't hang around a flag officer's door, what more the 3IC of the Imperial Navy. And their uniforms are sanitised, with only their nametags and rank insignia visible, no awards or qualification badges to be seen. Ri-Sumeragi seems to pay them no mind, as she flits between her desk and the staff bullpen, so you mentally shrug and carry on.
The second the Ensigns notice you, they snap to attention, clicking their heels and giving you crisp salutes - a little odd, given neither of you are wearing headgear. The moment you return the salute, they bow deeply to you. Again, strange. The culture of the Navy is that while you wear the uniform, your naval rank takes precedence over your social rank: your rank as a Vice Admiral should be acknowledged over your position as an Imperial Princess. And you could swear you see the color drain out of one of the Ensign's' faces, which strikes you as odd: most officers working in Admiralty House should already be used to the presence of high nobility: why, the First Star Lord, Fleet Admiral Elizabeth Georgina Hood, is also the Duchess of Clydebank, and of course Commander 10th Fleet is the Prince of Akasha…
Ri-Sumeragi notices you. She nods to you, greets you politely, and motions to you to wait, while she picks up the intercom handset. "Sir? She's here. Understood. Yes, Sir." She replaces the handset and nods to you. "Fleet Admiral Chew will see you now, Vice Admiral."
As you enter, you notice, out of the corner of your eye, the two junior officers taking up guard positions flanking the door…
You enter into the Third Star Lord's sanctum. The first thing you see is Fleet Admiral Chew, seated at the coffee table. The second thing you see, kneeling before the coffee table, is Admiral Kanda Shiki. He is whisking a small bowl of tea, with a pair of small enamelled plates in front of him, each with a single piece of mochi. As you enter, he wordlessly sets the bowl down, turns both bowls slightly, so that their decorations face towards you and Fleet Admiral Chew, and pushes them and the mochi towards the two of you, and gesturing for you to sit. You glance at the Skipper, who nods to you, and you wordlessly take your seat.
You search the two men's faces for insight. The Third Star Lord is serious. Kanda returns your gaze. His pupils dilate, he takes a breath, and swallows, and steels his expression. His right foot is tapping the floor. He's worried, angry, nervous; most people wouldn't notice that tell, but you're not most people.
"Admiral Kanda has concerns about your conduct, Vice Admiral Akasha," says Fleet Admiral Chew. "I'm giving him the opportunity to raise those concerns, and for you to respond, before this needs to proceed in a more formal setting. Admiral Kanda, you have the floor."
"Thank you, Sir." Kanda reaches into the briefcase set beside him, withdrawing a manilla folder, portable holoprojector and a datapad. He taps the datapad's screen, and a holrojection blossoms to life, icons emerging in the aether. You recognise it for what it is: Task Force Soyeon's arrival into Egon.
Kanda looks you dead in the eye - and then he averts his gaze. He blinks, takes a deep breath, and parts his lips - and then falters. He picks up the folder, and flips it open.
You frown - subtly, stealthily - at that display. You'd expected Shiki to be a bit more composed; he has an excellent memory, he doesn't ordinarily need to rely on notes. But then, it's probably difficult for him to be confronting you. You have no illusions about how hard it would be for you to confront him, if the situation was reversed.
"As you can see," he begins, "on the 24th of May this year, a warfleet - a heavy task force - of ships from the 13th Fleet jumped into the Egon System. First, three light CruRons jumped in as screen, then after signalling the main force, they jumped further in system, drawing the attention of Egon STC. Subsequently the main force - two heavy CruRons, a battlecruiser squadron, and a battleship flagship - jumped in-system. Assuming an attack formation, they made a beeline for this asteroid, operated by VSS as an armskote. The main force employed jamming against VSS, and proceeded to conduct an audit of the PMC, and then proceeded to engage in a oiracy suppression operation. In short, forces under her command invaded-" his eyes make contact with yours, and he falters. "Entered an Imperial system," he amends, "and proceeded to an audit a PMC under the oversight of another Navy Fleet. Then, when 4th Fleet forces arrived in-system, 13th Fleet's forces were, they were... less than forthcoming as to their intentions. And when the task force OC was confronted on her actions, she was glib and dismissive."
You know what you did, how you had no untoward intentions. But Kanda's narrative paints a damning picture. A warfleet entering the system in screening formation, jamming the local security provider, Captain Chimtaum's attempt to mislead Commodore Muryoutou's squadron, Konnie's confrontation with Muryoutou…
Kanda hasn't outright accused you of treason. But the unsaid implications are clear.
"In short," he concludes, slapping the folder closed, "forces under Vice Admiral Akasha's command have performed highly questionable actions, actions which may be reasonably construed as beyond conduct becoming of naval officers. I would like Vice Admiral Akasha to explain herself and her actions. I do not believe she was ignorant - I'm sorry, I meant unaware - of these happenings, not when the officer commanding TF Soyeon is Rear Admiral Constance Vickers, her right hand and closest friend."
"That's a fair question. Vice Admiral Akasha, what do you have to say for yourself?"
"I don't believe that Rear Admiral Vickers did anything wrong, and I stand by her decisions," you say calmly. "My spacers acted in accordance with Navy protocol and performed their duty as expected."
"Acted in accordance with Navy protocol? Performed their duty?" asks Kanda incredulously, his voice rising in a squeak. "Are you listening to yourself? You took an invasion warfleet into an Imperial system! You jammed an authorised PMC! You spread your tails and threw you weight around in my house, how the hell is that Navy protocol?!"
"Kanda, you can knock it off, or knock it down. I'm fine with either option," says Fleet Admiral Chew mildly.
"You can't seriously-"
"I believe Fleet Admiral is still more power than Admiral. Control yourself," opines your mentor, raising his wrist and meaningfully running his fingers over the rank stripes on his sleeve. "That said, Kanda's right, Akasha. That non-explanation is unsatisfactory. Try again."
You have to make a decision right now, in this moment. Do you disclose Ahri's involvement, or do you try and obfuscate? The whole raison d'etre for your actions was to be a buffer for Ahri, to be a layer of plausible deniability, insulating her from blowback. But you're not just talking to some Tom, Dick and Harry. It's Uncle Johnny, your godfather and mentor, and Shiki, your closest friend after Konnie. "Verbal Orders of the Empress" is a phrase that absolves many sins.
What will you do?
[ ] Obfuscate.
[ ] Disclose.
[X] Yes, involve IRG in the investigation
"I think that it would be best if we keep this investigation off-book," you tell Daniel. "I realise that you'll be operating under constraints you wouldn't have if we make this a formal affair, and that your intelligence gathering will be limited, but I'd rather not tip my hand just yet. Let's just start quietly and see where the trail leads us."
"Yes, ma'am. I can work with that."
"I'd also like you to arrange a meeting with Major Nakaraha."
"Your IRG liaison, ma'am? We're involving the IRG?"
"I think it would be prudent, given that they were of help to you in the Egon System investigation, and I believe that our mission will be of common interest. They've also got a vested interest in keeping milspec systems out of pirate hands."
"Is that wise, ma'am? You're giving them more access to your movements."
"I'm already under IRG scrutiny," you say. "This way, we can build a closer rapport with them, and perhaps assuage some of their concerns. I'm certain they'll have taken note of Admiral Vickers' confrontation with Commodore Muryoutou."
"Noted, ma'am. I'll take care of that."
"You can do that tomorrow," you say. "I'm sorry to have taken up so much of your weekend. Please do give my regards to your family."
"Thank you, ma'am."
"You're welcome, Daniel."
- 女王之天命 -
"Refills please, mama-san!"
"Konnie, this is my house, not that snack bar at Anchorhead," you protest mildly. "Please, control yourself."
"I'm an Admiral now, I don't have to do inspection, I don't have to sober up on Monday," counters Konnie. "I think I'll take tomorrow off."
You just give Konnie a look and sigh. You remember the first time you met Konnie, when you were roomates at Anchorhead: you'd been so happy, so relieved that finally you were going to get a calm, sober presence, you'd finally get a roommate who you wouldn't have to sober up before CO's inspection…
...and then you got Konnie, your roommate who you had to sober up so she could do CO's inspection.
"Konnie, I think you're taking that the adage of "work hard, play hard" too far," you say mildly.
"Yui, please. Your house is intact. The bottles are all neatly arranged in the basket. Neither of us has been thoroughly enjoyably fucked. We haven't even begun to play." Konnie rolls her eyes at you.
Some things, you can't change. You give in, and refill her glass. Ah well, she deserves it. It's the least you can do for her.
"I want you to know I appreciate you throwing yourself on your sword to protect me and Her Majesty. You didn't need to do it, if 4th Fleet escalates this further you're going to take the brunt of the scrutiny, and I'm sorry you'll face the music for my decisions. You deserve better."
Konnie looks at you, and sighs. Your best friend takes your hand and looks you in the eye. "I'm a big girl, Yui, I can take care of myself. I knew what I was getting into and I went in with both eyes open," she says seriously. "We swore an oath to Her Majesty to protect this empire. You're my best friend. I will always have your back. If the situation was reversed, you'd do the same for me."
"I'll make it up to you," you promise heartfully. Konnia just laughs.
"Fill my glass and I'll call it even. No, on second thoughts let's empty your liquor cabinet and then call it even. Actually, no, come paint the town red with me tonight and then I'll call it even-"
"Konnie no-"
"You need to play harder y'know, you don't play hard enough-"
"Konnie, no-"
- 女王之天命 -
Fortunately, you were able to escape Konnie's clutches, though your liquor cabinet was not so lucky. The rest of the day proceeds normally: you return to the palace, spend the afternoon swimming with Ahri, and curl up on the sofa catching up on the final season of Aces at War (and explain to Ahri what they did and didn't get right). Then it's off to brushing your tails before bed, and you and Ahri kiss each other goodnight and snuggle in to sleep.
When her nightmares wake you, this time, you wake her. When you hear what Ahri has to say, you regret that decision
"Why didn't papa stay?" sobs Ahri. "Why didn't he love me enough to stay?"
It's a question you have no reply for. In absence of profound answers, you follow Mummy's example. You kiss her tears away, you promise her that you won't leave, you hold her in your arms, you comfort her.
Sleep comes to both of you, eventually, but it's a long while coming.
- 女王之天命 -
Your week progresses, much like last week. You brief Ahri on the findings of the Egon investigation, and explain your intent to follow up the SA-Caledfwlch lead. Ahri is chagrined that things weren't as she believed, but at least she's not publicly embarrassed, and it's been a learning experience for her. You mention the confrontation between Konnie and Commander Muryoutou, and Ahri is horrified at the thought that her officers are fighting amongst themselves. You have to talk her out of preemptively issuing an Imperial Pardon for Konnie; you want to leave that as the nuclear option, the absolute last resort. Moreover, accepting a pardon is an admission of guilt, and you don't believe Konnie did anything wrong. You manage to assure Ahri that you have things under control, and that things will settle down, and you need to focus on moving forward.
With Ahri's approval for your expanded mandate, you spend the week getting Daniel ready to ship out to Fenghuang. He'll be setting up in the Cymru system, where SA-Caledfwlch's main offices and yards are based, though he expects he will also need to look into their facilities in the Cwmbrn and Vaizen systems. Major Nakahara came through for you; the same intel team that assisted Daniel with the Egon investigation will be following along, as well as some augmentees previously of a joint IRG-NavInt-Treasury taskforce.
The week goes by in a flash, not very much different from last week. The highlights remain the same: Uncle Johnny comes by for breakfast and a current affairs discussion with Ahri, you supervise Ahri's studying and make sure she diligently reads her briefing boxes, and work continues on getting Ahri to eat better and exercise more.
All this while, you wait for the penny to drop. And drop it does, on Sunday night.
The message from Fleet Admiral Chew is short and succinct: "To: VADM Akasha. From: FADM Chew. Please report to Commander Fleet Operations at 1000 hours tomorrow, Admiralty House."
You sigh, check your uniform, and prepare to face your reckoning.
- 女王之天命 -
As you make your way to the Third Star Lord's office, you can't shake the feeling that you're being called to the headmistress's office. You don't believe you did anything wrong, you don't believe Konnie did anything wrong, but you can't shake your guilty feeling.
Outside the Third Star Lord's office, you notice two Ensigns you don't recognise standing in the waiting area, perusing a datapad. Strange. Normally, junior officers don't hang around a flag officer's door, what more the 3IC of the Imperial Navy. And their uniforms are sanitised, with only their nametags and rank insignia visible, no awards or qualification badges to be seen. Ri-Sumeragi seems to pay them no mind, as she flits between her desk and the staff bullpen, so you mentally shrug and carry on.
The second the Ensigns notice you, they snap to attention, clicking their heels and giving you crisp salutes - a little odd, given neither of you are wearing headgear. The moment you return the salute, they bow deeply to you. Again, strange. The culture of the Navy is that while you wear the uniform, your naval rank takes precedence over your social rank: your rank as a Vice Admiral should be acknowledged over your position as an Imperial Princess. And you could swear you see the color drain out of one of the Ensign's' faces, which strikes you as odd: most officers working in Admiralty House should already be used to the presence of high nobility: why, the First Star Lord, Fleet Admiral Elizabeth Georgina Hood, is also the Duchess of Clydebank, and of course Commander 10th Fleet is the Prince of Akasha…
Ri-Sumeragi notices you. She nods to you, greets you politely, and motions to you to wait, while she picks up the intercom handset. "Sir? She's here. Understood. Yes, Sir." She replaces the handset and nods to you. "Fleet Admiral Chew will see you now, Vice Admiral."
As you enter, you notice, out of the corner of your eye, the two junior officers taking up guard positions flanking the door…
You enter into the Third Star Lord's sanctum. The first thing you see is Fleet Admiral Chew, seated at the coffee table. The second thing you see, kneeling before the coffee table, is Admiral Kanda Shiki. He is whisking a small bowl of tea, with a pair of small enamelled plates in front of him, each with a single piece of mochi. As you enter, he wordlessly sets the bowl down, turns both bowls slightly, so that their decorations face towards you and Fleet Admiral Chew, and pushes them and the mochi towards the two of you, and gesturing for you to sit. You glance at the Skipper, who nods to you, and you wordlessly take your seat.
You search the two men's faces for insight. The Third Star Lord is serious. Kanda returns your gaze. His pupils dilate, he takes a breath, and swallows, and steels his expression. His right foot is tapping the floor. He's worried, angry, nervous; most people wouldn't notice that tell, but you're not most people.
"Admiral Kanda has concerns about your conduct, Vice Admiral Akasha," says Fleet Admiral Chew. "I'm giving him the opportunity to raise those concerns, and for you to respond, before this needs to proceed in a more formal setting. Admiral Kanda, you have the floor."
"Thank you, Sir." Kanda reaches into the briefcase set beside him, withdrawing a manilla folder, portable holoprojector and a datapad. He taps the datapad's screen, and a holrojection blossoms to life, icons emerging in the aether. You recognise it for what it is: Task Force Soyeon's arrival into Egon.
Kanda looks you dead in the eye - and then he averts his gaze. He blinks, takes a deep breath, and parts his lips - and then falters. He picks up the folder, and flips it open.
You frown - subtly, stealthily - at that display. You'd expected Shiki to be a bit more composed; he has an excellent memory, he doesn't ordinarily need to rely on notes. But then, it's probably difficult for him to be confronting you. You have no illusions about how hard it would be for you to confront him, if the situation was reversed.
"As you can see," he begins, "on the 24th of May this year, a warfleet - a heavy task force - of ships from the 13th Fleet jumped into the Egon System. First, three light CruRons jumped in as screen, then after signalling the main force, they jumped further in system, drawing the attention of Egon STC. Subsequently the main force - two heavy CruRons, a battlecruiser squadron, and a battleship flagship - jumped in-system. Assuming an attack formation, they made a beeline for this asteroid, operated by VSS as an armskote. The main force employed jamming against VSS, and proceeded to conduct an audit of the PMC, and then proceeded to engage in a oiracy suppression operation. In short, forces under her command invaded-" his eyes make contact with yours, and he falters. "Entered an Imperial system," he amends, "and proceeded to an audit a PMC under the oversight of another Navy Fleet. Then, when 4th Fleet forces arrived in-system, 13th Fleet's forces were, they were... less than forthcoming as to their intentions. And when the task force OC was confronted on her actions, she was glib and dismissive."
You know what you did, how you had no untoward intentions. But Kanda's narrative paints a damning picture. A warfleet entering the system in screening formation, jamming the local security provider, Captain Chimtaum's attempt to mislead Commodore Muryoutou's squadron, Konnie's confrontation with Muryoutou…
Kanda hasn't outright accused you of treason. But the unsaid implications are clear.
"In short," he concludes, slapping the folder closed, "forces under Vice Admiral Akasha's command have performed highly questionable actions, actions which may be reasonably construed as beyond conduct becoming of naval officers. I would like Vice Admiral Akasha to explain herself and her actions. I do not believe she was ignorant - I'm sorry, I meant unaware - of these happenings, not when the officer commanding TF Soyeon is Rear Admiral Constance Vickers, her right hand and closest friend."
"That's a fair question. Vice Admiral Akasha, what do you have to say for yourself?"
"I don't believe that Rear Admiral Vickers did anything wrong, and I stand by her decisions," you say calmly. "My spacers acted in accordance with Navy protocol and performed their duty as expected."
"Acted in accordance with Navy protocol? Performed their duty?" asks Kanda incredulously, his voice rising in a squeak. "Are you listening to yourself? You took an invasion warfleet into an Imperial system! You jammed an authorised PMC! You spread your tails and threw you weight around in my house, how the hell is that Navy protocol?!"
"Kanda, you can knock it off, or knock it down. I'm fine with either option," says Fleet Admiral Chew mildly.
"You can't seriously-"
"I believe Fleet Admiral is still more power than Admiral. Control yourself," opines your mentor, raising his wrist and meaningfully running his fingers over the rank stripes on his sleeve. "That said, Kanda's right, Akasha. That non-explanation is unsatisfactory. Try again."
You have to make a decision right now, in this moment. Do you disclose Ahri's involvement, or do you try and obfuscate? The whole raison d'etre for your actions was to be a buffer for Ahri, to be a layer of plausible deniability, insulating her from blowback. But you're not just talking to some Tom, Dick and Harry. It's Uncle Johnny, your godfather and mentor, and Shiki, your closest friend after Konnie. "Verbal Orders of the Empress" is a phrase that absolves many sins.
What will you do?
[ ] Obfuscate.
[ ] Disclose.
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Holy shit this took way too long to actually put togethr, sorry all. Getting turbocucked by work, christmas, and actually having to work during Comic Fiesta, as oppposed to cosplppaying and relaxing, took up just way too much of myy time arch.
Voting moratarium for 12 hours, we'll open voting at 1PM tomorrow Malayysian time, or 12 hours 30 minutes from now.
Voting moratarium for 12 hours, we'll open voting at 1PM tomorrow Malayysian time, or 12 hours 30 minutes from now.
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I kinda want a longer moratorium, since I think this is the most serious vote we've had.
Binary votes usually are.
Okay, analysis:
Kanda is probing us. We know this from his interlude. He's concerned about "rot".
The question is: is he loyal to Ahri, or will he take such an admission as the necessary proof of rot?
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Not telling them could just be digging ourself deeper, making us look dirty without adequate reason.
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I'll readily admit I'm a bit iffy on Kanda - can't tell if he's trying to provoke a specific response or just fishing in general - but lying to Salt Admiral strikes me as something that only would work in the very, very short term. We may, however, want to leave out the bit about "we heard it on 9chan."