"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."
Yes please, the more fanatics we have on our side the better.
Honestly, if we set up a meeting between Ahri and a few key IRG members, plus some stealthy observation of daily routine, they'll be much more inclined to see how mentally vulnerable Ahri is and how she's put us as a key pillar of stability. I doubt that'll assuage their concerns of us manipulating her, and I value loyal dissent enough that, if this situation came about, I wouldn't want them to stop telling us when they think we're abusing our position.
But hey, maybe I'm just too busy laughing at the mental image of US Marines breaching a room screaming "IN THE NAME OF THE DAUGHTERU GET DOWN ON THE GROUND!"
"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.
... jesus christ, her poor liver.
"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.
And people keep telling me Kantai Collection is more lewd than Azure Lane.
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 get the feeling you're about to regret those words.
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-"
Whelp. I was right. Hope nobody notices us walking funny for a few days.
Fortunately, you were able to escape Konnie's clutches, though your liquor cabinet was not so lucky.
So... any chance we can restock that as a resource, or is that it?
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.
Daaaaaaaw. It's a sad, but still daaw.
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.
... actually, can we get Ahri in front of Kanda in private too?
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.
Whelp. Here we go.
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…
... those aren't normal Navy Ensigns. Hell, I don't think those are Navy people at all!
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.
Aaaand here we go.
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."
I think I know why Kanda is having a minor panic attack: He's done everything but launch the nukes. He's already committed treason. He's made countless secret plans for every possible command and noble house making certain moves in the Empire's disintegration. He's made preparations to move against us as a puppetmistress to the Empress,
and he's now put his head in the mouth of the wolf. I think those two Ensigns out there are actually bodyguards from the nobility meant to extract him if he hits a silent panic button. The man is paranoid
almost to the point of mental illness, and now he's pushing the limit. His mind has got to be running a mile a second with all the possible ways he can die, he can kill them, how he can get out, and all the possible ways the empire breaks down from that point forward.
"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.
He's psyching himself up for taking another step towards no-return. And praying the tells he left in the fleet, like the signatures not completely matching, don't get brought up.
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 piracy 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."
small correction, piracy not oiracy, but it's telling Kanda's mental state is torn by his verbal stumbling. He is not ready to fire the first shot, but he's decided on an action that while remains in the legitimate command structure still constitutes one.
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."
Well, we do have an opportunity to put all cards on the table.
"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."
Kanda just fucked up big time. You don't act like a child, and you certainly don't act like you're more upset about your piddling little authority being overruled than an illegal operation. That's obviously not what Kanda's upset about, but unless this is all some 4-D chess master manipulation of acting he just gave up every ground but the base facts. If it weren't for the whole battleship thing, Kanda would have been thrown out on his ear by now.
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.
Tentative at the moment, though I think I'll have to reread to remember why we did it in the first place.
While Whiskey's spent quite a bit of time explaining the downsides to the choice we made, the positives didn't quite get the same attention: One, we had legitimate evidence to suggest the PMC was funneling military weapons to pirates, and we
put the fear of fluffy tails into you. 13th Fleet's purpose is to bring around firepower that no Core system can match. We run what's supposed to be the biggest swinging dick in the room, or spread tails in this case, and we used the fleet like it was supposed to be. And as for evidence?
The combination of Daniel's skills (he was an Intelligence officer by trade) and the IRG's intel team have found credible intel that there is hanky panky going on in the Egon system, warranting a closer, more personal look.
We were acting under evidence that there was Sumeragi Shenanigans going on, and a PMC in question was potentially passing military equipment to pirates. We had a warrant, all filled in nice and neat with crossed Ts and dotted Is. The PMC didn't happen to be doing that particular bit of ill-deeds, just having the poor paperwork that covers up said ill-deeds out of
laziness. And while we found some Sumeragi cozying up to the local government, we didn't get enough before 4th Fleet came storming in.