Unity Palace, Imperial City, Luthien
Pesht Military District, Draconis Combine
31 January 3030
Tai-sho Esau Olivares didn't possess a subtle bone in his body. Theodore heard the large man's footfalls despite all the distractions of his office, his strong voice bleeding through the closed door as he was ushered in.
He stomped right up to his desk and bowed deeply. "Tono-sama!" the new commander of the Legions of Vega said.
Theodore was surprised. His japanese pronounciation improved, though it was still awkward. He rose gently and returned the bow, a smile on his face. "Esau!" he said, extending a hand which the big man took. "Good that you're here," he added.
The tai-sho's grin grew and sat down as Theodore gestured for him to.
"Sorry I couldn't award the promotion myself," Theodore said. "It looks good on you, by the way."
"Never thought I'd see it myself, tono-sama! Me! A malfin' general, can-you-believe-it?"
"I can. I did sign the order," he added with a smile. They shared an easy laugh with that. Each knowing the other remembered just how close they were to seriously hurting each other the first time they met, when Theodore was dumped into the dregs of the DCMS. The Legion had been a great place for him. He needed them now.
"How's Chris taking it?" Theodore asked. He had promoted Esau over Sho-sho Nordica by two grades. It was the sort of favouritism officers expected in the DCMS, but it still caused resentment.
"She's good, tono-sama." Esau smiled. "We... uhh... 'worked it out'."
Theodore couldn't help but laugh. It took a special type to admit to that to a superior officer, much less the Coordinator himself.
"And Michael Heise's replacement? How's he been?" Theodore asked after a moment. Heise's treason was as easy to prove as it was difficult to investigate further. Abandoning his duties and allowing Xinyang to be invaded by Marcus' forces lead to the Imperial Institute of Technology's infamous "sacking". Even the yakuza now had strands of research into the Helm Memory Core. Ninyu hadn't said where they'd taken Heise, and frankly Theodore didn't care.
"Whiny and entitled," Olivares said unflinchingly. "But he's good in a fight. Damned deadly. Pride's just wounded and all. You know the type, little lordling banished to the Legions..."
"I like him already," Theodore said.
"He beat your record, tono-sama." Theodore's eyes widened. "Two full points, in an Orion too. Heh."
Theodore smiled thinly at that. Esau knew just how to appeal to his vanity. His Orion's combat efficiency record was one of the high points mentioned in his record, his active service record. Now, it'd belong to Tai-sa Banks.
"Well, someone had to," he said. "Eventually."
Esau barked out a laugh, seeing through his words.
"That's good, all good. But I asked you to come here for a reason."
Olivares' chuckling stopped. He leaned forward, earnest and conspiratorial. "Anything."
"I need to see the rest of the Combine, even beyond. I can't stay on Luthien forever--"
"--I can't blame you, tono-sama. The heat!--"
"--and I need to see things for myself."
Tai-sho Esau Olivares stood abruptly, scraping his seat on the floor. The Otomo in the room didn't tense, but their attention was now even more on him, if that was possible, until the large, red-haired man bowed.
"When do we leave?"
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Imperial City, Luthien
Pesht Military District, Draconis Combine
3 February 3030
"This is a bad idea."
"My mother agrees with you," Theodore said airily. He felt Daniella frown and relax at the same time.
"Then you should listen to one of us."
"I have, and I'm glad you think so too," Theodore said sincerely. He moved out of the bed and quickly dressed. "I hope you're packed--"
"--You can't leave Luthien! Not now..." the young woman said, sitting up. "Theodore, your realm is still a mess. And it's your fault it's a mess--"
"That's why I have to be out there. To see it for myself." His voice hardened more than he expected it to. He was Kurita, and no Dragon liked being told what to do in their own lair.
Daniella Avellar, niece of Neil Avellar, the President of the Outworlds Alliance, mustered all the decorum she could with the ruffled sheets and began dressing as well. These 'negotiations' had to be brief enough to not arouse suspicion and long enough to matter. Pragmatically, she had to go back to Alpheratz and make the case for cooperating with the Combine personally. Theodore knew she knew that. She clung to Luthien anyway.
"We can't leave together," she finally said.
"No," he agreed. "But we are meeting on Pesht; you're scheduled to tour the new facilities and I'll be dropping in..."
"You'll be leaving him here, alone."
"I know."
She stood, fully dressed, and turned towards him. The hot, humid Luthien air blew from the windows, wafting her hair. He watched her, letting the balm of her presence enter the places that still hurt. She finally smiled and he returned it.
"Well, Coordinator, thank you for these last minute negotiations. I'll be sure to convey your wishes to the president."
"Tell him he needs to lose some weight," Theodore said formally.
Daniella guffawed and Theodore treasured that sound.
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Unity Palace, Imperial City, Luthien
Pesht Military District, Draconis Combine
5 February 3030
"--and you'll be back? Soon, I mean."
"It'll be as if I never left," Theodore promised. Franklin, on the cusp of adulthood, mixed wariness with hope. "Focus on your training--all of your training."
"Hai," his son said with a bow.
Theodore ruffled his son's hair. "You recover fast. That's good. I guarantee your trainers will exploit your robust health."
Franklin sighed and Theodore knew the boy would find a way to escape his training. He turned to his mother.
"This is not wise," she repeated. "I told you what your father has allowed the Or--"
"Mother," he said softly. "This is what I must do. Stay safe," he said. "Please."
She grasped him, holding him for a very long time.
They wouldn't see him off. The shuttle to the 11th Legion of Vega's DropShips would lift off without fanfare. Luthien would believe the Coordinator was in the palace, sitting on the throne, guiding their fates with a steady, if bloodstained, hand.
Grandmother and grandson would find a way to watch, despite his wishes. He allowed this.
Theodore Kurita walked up to the egg-shaped shuttle's ramp. His simple soldier's uniform conflicted with the squads of Otomo securing the area. He hid a smile and tipped his hat low on his face.
The dropshuttle rose on silver-flame, roaring as it left Luthien's dank heat behind.
It exploded before leaving the atmosphere.