Tharkad University Hospital
Despite the assurances of the Hegemony personnel, the shuttle was met by a full military escort, including a squad of battle armor, heavily armed infantry, and emergency response teams on standby. Civilians had been cleared from the immediate area, both for security and their own safety in the event of an explosion.
"Behold," Colonel Lilly Adams said quietly as she stepped down the ramp behind the wheelchair bound invalid and the nurse who pushed him along. "The most dangerous man in the inner sphere."
The invalid, Benjamin Emory, once known as Precentor Berith, looked back at her with an absent smile. According to his doctors, he never spoke, he probably didn't have the ability to anymore. He was only vaguely aware of his surroundings and certainly didn't have the cognition to understand any of it, but he seemed to like to hear voices.
"All this for him?" the nurse asked incredulously, in awe of the shear number of armed men waiting for them.
"His people managed to kill billions back during their holy war," Lilly explained as they slowly approached the delegation at the edge of the landing pad. "The things attributed to their cybernetic warriors, to him in particular, wander into the mythic. He's like a terrible legend given form to them. Maybe they just didn't comprehend what that legend would look like."
What he looked like was something the population of the Bastion had left behind long ago, an aging, decrepit being clinging to life by the barest of margins. Benjamin Emory was almost 116 years old, and unlike Lilly (who had him beat by just under forty years), he actually looked it. Basically immobile, his vital functions maintained by machines, a combination of the cybernetics he had implanted and external medical devices connected to him when those were no longer sufficient. By all rights he should have died long ago, but he continued to hold on, even when his mind was lost.
Well... not lost, Lilly decided. It was more accurate to say his mind vacated his body. Living on in digital form and finally avoiding whatever eternal punishment his soul so richly deserved. But better not to dwell too much about that around the Lyrans.
At the bottom of the ramp were their Lyran counterparts. An officer with Komandant's insignia on his collar, a doctor and medical assistant... and someone she would prefer to not recognize.
"Colonel Adams," Star Captain Fallon Kerensky of the exiled Wolves said in acknowledgement as they approached. Lilly had dearly hoped that beating him soundly in Hanse's little "weapon demonstration" would have been the end of their interaction, but apparently her luck wasn't that good.
"Pulling guard duty?" she asked without even hiding her disdain.
"I wished to see the legendary Berith for myself," Fallon responded.
"Is it everything you hoped for?" Lilly turned her attention to the Lyran officer and saluted. "Colonel Lilly Adams, Terran Hegemony Armed Forces," she said. "Here to turn over custody of Benjamin Emory, as promised."
The Lyran Komandant returned the salute. "Komandant Frederick Utz, LCAF," he replied, then motioned the doctor forward. "Doctor Cross here will take responsibility for his assessment and care."
The doctor and his assistant stepped forward as Emory's nurse offered them a datapad.
"His medical history," she said. "He's non-verbal, but alert and responsive. He likes it when you talk to him."
The doctor accepted the datapad and nodded. "We'll take good care of him," he said reassuringly. "Whatever he may have done, he's entitled to the same care as everybody else."
Lilly couldn't help but wonder how many people would actually feel the same.
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THS Baku
Geosynchronous orbit
A ding emitted from the console next to him as Hanse Davion observed the video feed of the transfer. The text on the screen read: What happens if they find out about me?
Berith had requested the chance to watch the handover of his old self to the Lyrans. "For old time's sake," he had said. A request Hanse had decided to grant, arranging for the transfer of the ten ton box that housed his personality to the Baku to let him observe the feed in real time. Berith always had a motive for everything he did, but security around him was as tight as it could possibly be.
"It's not a question of if," Hanse said. "Lilly's dad was terrible at keeping secrets, and he couldn't even keep yours consistent. Too many of our people already know about you, and enough of them can recognize the difference between your drones and the person we just handed over. As long as we're working with the Lyrans, it's only a matter of time until they learn about you."
So then what?
Hanse shrugged. "By both Lyran and Hegemony law, legally you don't meet the definition of 'person', much less Benjamin Emory. Agreeing to hand him over doesn't apply to you. In fact, you're proprietary, classified Hegemony technology. By all normal standards, it makes perfect sense to keep you secret."
These aren't normal standards, the next message read. You think the Archon's going to accept that?
"I'm sure she'll be bitter," Hanse said. "The more firmly established we get, the easier it will be to smooth over ruffled feathers. So try not to do anything stupid right now."
What could I do? the text asked, somehow conveying shear innocence through words on a screen. You put me in a box, in a faraday cage, in a safe, in a vault, in a nuclear resistant bunker, in another faraday cage. The only output I can manage is text and the only input I get is what you personally feed to that terminal. I'm harmless.
"If I were stupid enough to believe that, I wouldn't have put you in that box," Hanse said. The sad truth was that Hanse kept Berith around primarily because he knew he couldn't actually kill him. The computer core that Berith occupied was big, cumbersome, but it could be copied, and Hanse and his intelligence services knew it had been copied. Where, how many times, they didn't know. Until they could figure that out, identify and eliminate all of them, well...
Working towards the same goals as the Hegemony made Berith slightly less dangerous than having him as an enemy.
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Tharkad University Hospital
"Colonel Adams," came the call from behind her as they made their way back to the shuttle. Lilly winced in frustration. Almost away too.
She turned around to face the speaker. "Fallon," she said. First name only, they hate that.
If Fallon were irritated as her dropping his bloodname, he didn't show it. "Why did you keep him alive in that state?"
She rolled her eyes. "We talked about that before..."
"I do not mean execution," Fallon said. "With all your technology... Your Director General far exceeds him in age and is as fit as a young warrior. Surely you could have repaired him."
"He didn't want to be repaired," Lilly said. And technically it wouldn't have been possible. What Emory had done to his brain in the quest of digital immortality was beyond anybody's ability to repair. "We told you that, too. The blakists didn't want longevity treatments."
Fallon still seemed confused. "Then why leave him in this state once his mind failed? It seems useless and cruel to do such a thing to him."
For a moment, Lilly almost thought that sounded like compassion. "It was his choice," she said. "Before his mind failed he left strict instructions that his life be preserved by any means necessary. I think he liked the idea of making sure he outlived all of his enemies."
Fallon seemed to contemplate that for a bit. "He knew his mind would fail then, and chose this path. I cannot fathom it."
"I imagine that's a common problem for you." Lilly said. "If that's all..."
"There is one other thing," Fallon said, strangely sounding a bit nervous. "You fought with skill in our mock battle. I would like to face you on the battlefield again in the future, in perhaps a more even contest."
Lilly desperately tried to stifle a laugh. Oh god, is this how clanners flirt? "I don't think I can handicap myself enough to make it an even fight," she said, turning away and walking up the ramp.