[[Hunchaan, Saila III]]
Ysolde sat down heavily in the chair outside the courtroom, rubbing her eyes and wishing there was a vending machine somewhere nearby. The weeks of legal wranglings were taking their toll on both herself and her cousin who was increasingly causing trouble with her exasperated outbursts.
The whole Sebiestor community was tense and relations with the Deteis of Hunchaan were at an all time low. Paranoia, increased censorship and secrecy and a heightened security forces presence only served to increase the growing rifts between the once close people. In her cynicism, Ysolde figured there was a deliberate element at play as the relations between State and Republic deteriorated.
A newsflash on a vidscreen at the end of the hallway caught her attention. There was shaky footage of minmatar ships attacking another vessesl and the fact that a local Caldari News Channel was doing a brief news article on this made her wonder what could possibly be so important. It was news of the Defiants and the Republic Fleet.
Stunned, she watched the replay of the incident and a brief summary of events, before the news broadcast moved on to the hour's stocks and shares. She didn't need to know any more, she already knew there would be uproar within the Minmatar factions. Undoubtedly the Ushra'Khan would be up in arms, Elsebeth would be taking the Republic's side and drawing NMTZ in, Midular's government would issue a press release defending the Fleet's actions and the Amarr would be sticking their noses in as always.
Ironically, it was the reactions of her own alliance that she couldn't predict. Most of all, her own feelings were muddied.
With an audible sigh, head in hands, she stared at the floor for a few moments. The vidscreen switched to a light Jazz program and the music permeated the hallway, almost in mockery.
Karshal had caused no end of headaches and trouble for the Republic. He'd stolen a Mothership and it's fleet, performed vigilant actions in breach of the CONCORD statutes, become an outspoken critic of the Republic and had joined in the crusade to tear apart the Amarr Empire. But he was a hero. He'd had enough of having his hands tied by a weak government, watching as more of his people were captured into slavery and incensed that his orders were to allow this to happen. He'd had enough and believed in his cause so strongly, he sacrificed absolutely everything for it. Karshal and the Defiants. Whilst officially Ysolde could not condone his actions, unofficially she respected his determination and spirit despite the troubles he'd caused them all. And for the Fleet to sabotage his clone (an all-too-convenient clone malfunction - the blunt sledgehammer of the intergalactic espionage toolkit)... "Idiots" she murmured.
"He deserves a hero's funeral, and will get a martyr's memorial."
The whole Sebiestor community was tense and relations with the Deteis of Hunchaan were at an all time low. Paranoia, increased censorship and secrecy and a heightened security forces presence only served to increase the growing rifts between the once close people. In her cynicism, Ysolde figured there was a deliberate element at play as the relations between State and Republic deteriorated.
A newsflash on a vidscreen at the end of the hallway caught her attention. There was shaky footage of minmatar ships attacking another vessesl and the fact that a local Caldari News Channel was doing a brief news article on this made her wonder what could possibly be so important. It was news of the Defiants and the Republic Fleet.
Stunned, she watched the replay of the incident and a brief summary of events, before the news broadcast moved on to the hour's stocks and shares. She didn't need to know any more, she already knew there would be uproar within the Minmatar factions. Undoubtedly the Ushra'Khan would be up in arms, Elsebeth would be taking the Republic's side and drawing NMTZ in, Midular's government would issue a press release defending the Fleet's actions and the Amarr would be sticking their noses in as always.
Ironically, it was the reactions of her own alliance that she couldn't predict. Most of all, her own feelings were muddied.
With an audible sigh, head in hands, she stared at the floor for a few moments. The vidscreen switched to a light Jazz program and the music permeated the hallway, almost in mockery.
Karshal had caused no end of headaches and trouble for the Republic. He'd stolen a Mothership and it's fleet, performed vigilant actions in breach of the CONCORD statutes, become an outspoken critic of the Republic and had joined in the crusade to tear apart the Amarr Empire. But he was a hero. He'd had enough of having his hands tied by a weak government, watching as more of his people were captured into slavery and incensed that his orders were to allow this to happen. He'd had enough and believed in his cause so strongly, he sacrificed absolutely everything for it. Karshal and the Defiants. Whilst officially Ysolde could not condone his actions, unofficially she respected his determination and spirit despite the troubles he'd caused them all. And for the Fleet to sabotage his clone (an all-too-convenient clone malfunction - the blunt sledgehammer of the intergalactic espionage toolkit)... "Idiots" she murmured.
"He deserves a hero's funeral, and will get a martyr's memorial."
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