Maketh Tua (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
mismanagement) wrote2016-01-25 02:02 pm
mismanagement) wrote2016-01-25 02:02 pm
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IC Contact Post [Hadriel]
This is Maketh Tua. State your business.
They are important to me as well. They---allow sense into this situation.
[Otherwise, Maketh fears she would be lost.
She's quiet a moment.]
My world would not have been kind to you, Rome. I don't pretend otherwise. But I would have liked to have had a solider like you in my command.
[Otherwise, Maketh fears she would be lost.
She's quiet a moment.]
My world would not have been kind to you, Rome. I don't pretend otherwise. But I would have liked to have had a solider like you in my command.
[He's quiet for a moment, unsure of how to react to that. It's a kind thing to say, in spite of what he is. Rome isn't used to being told that he's good at what he does- in his experience, things are simply done and then he's reprimanded if a mistake has been made. This is... not new territory, but this kind of ground isn't often treaded, and it gives him pause.
He doesn't know how to respond to it, but it at least allows him to think about the type of place that Maketh comes from, to wonder if it's so different from his own.
At last, he nods once before indelicately shifting the subject.]
...if I may ask, Commander- what was your world like?
He doesn't know how to respond to it, but it at least allows him to think about the type of place that Maketh comes from, to wonder if it's so different from his own.
At last, he nods once before indelicately shifting the subject.]
...if I may ask, Commander- what was your world like?
[It's a difficult question to even consider. Too many pieces to explain before the whole can come together. And yet, he asked. Rome has been honest with her. She supposes he deserves the same.
Maketh sighs, rubbing her face.]
When I was young, it was made clear to me that there were two places in the universe. You either stand with a strong leader or you are crushed underfoot. And to be strong, you must be willing to break your enemies - not merely stop them.
[It's simple. Maketh meets his eyes evenly.]
I became an officer because I didn't want to starve to death or become a slave in some warlord's spice mine. That doesn't excuse the things I did. It's just the truth.
Maketh sighs, rubbing her face.]
When I was young, it was made clear to me that there were two places in the universe. You either stand with a strong leader or you are crushed underfoot. And to be strong, you must be willing to break your enemies - not merely stop them.
[It's simple. Maketh meets his eyes evenly.]
I became an officer because I didn't want to starve to death or become a slave in some warlord's spice mine. That doesn't excuse the things I did. It's just the truth.
I want to speak with Doctor Lector first.
[Take measure of him. Maketh rubs her face briefly. Stars, she's tired. All these details and loose ends, none of them tied off properly.]
If it comes to that, then yes. Your proposal is likely our strongest. We can't hold him indefinitely. Nor will he stay dead.
[She feels better having an alternative plan in place. Just in case.]
[Take measure of him. Maketh rubs her face briefly. Stars, she's tired. All these details and loose ends, none of them tied off properly.]
If it comes to that, then yes. Your proposal is likely our strongest. We can't hold him indefinitely. Nor will he stay dead.
[She feels better having an alternative plan in place. Just in case.]
I'm sure he'll be more than happy to talk with you about it.
[ Will was already feeling uneasy since they almost drew weapons on each other. He didn't want to keep her for anymore longer than he needed. He could do without a fight tonight. ]
Agreed. I'll have a word with Hannibal too, see what he suggests about it all. Hopefully, if anything, we can get a few things settled this way.
[ Will was already feeling uneasy since they almost drew weapons on each other. He didn't want to keep her for anymore longer than he needed. He could do without a fight tonight. ]
Agreed. I'll have a word with Hannibal too, see what he suggests about it all. Hopefully, if anything, we can get a few things settled this way.
Good.
[Things are falling into place. Maketh takes a breath and straightens her back.]
Let me know when you've spoken to Doctor Lector.
[Things are falling into place. Maketh takes a breath and straightens her back.]
Let me know when you've spoken to Doctor Lector.
[He so doesn't want to be messaging Maketh at all, but he's been warring with himself about it for a day now and decided to finally just do it. It'd be wrong not to tell her at least some parts of what he knows, anyway.
So have a text message, because he has a feeling this conversation's going to end up being in person and he might as well enjoy the distance while he has it.]
I've spoken with some of those you suggested talking to for more information on the issue with Sato, as well as with Sato himself. Although I'm still unable to draw any definite conclusion, I do have information and some suggestions regarding dealing with him.
So have a text message, because he has a feeling this conversation's going to end up being in person and he might as well enjoy the distance while he has it.]
I've spoken with some of those you suggested talking to for more information on the issue with Sato, as well as with Sato himself. Although I'm still unable to draw any definite conclusion, I do have information and some suggestions regarding dealing with him.
Understood. Chose a place for the debriefing.
[Maketh doesn't like relying on the phones to relay information, lest they be hacked or the gods decide to start paying attention. But there's more as well - something she wants to ask Sweets and she has a feeling it won't go over well unless she does it to his face. Though it likely won't go well then, either.
But she gave her word.
Maybe he'll refuse, Maketh thinks. Then she can say she tried. Though even she knows that's weak. She owes Emily more.]
[Maketh doesn't like relying on the phones to relay information, lest they be hacked or the gods decide to start paying attention. But there's more as well - something she wants to ask Sweets and she has a feeling it won't go over well unless she does it to his face. Though it likely won't go well then, either.
But she gave her word.
Maybe he'll refuse, Maketh thinks. Then she can say she tried. Though even she knows that's weak. She owes Emily more.]
[Right, and there it is. Oh well; it's a lot easier to talk in person anyway, despite the risk.]
The Clinic, like last time.
[For the same reasons.]
The Clinic, like last time.
[For the same reasons.]
[Oh, great, he probably should've made this call from where he planned to meet; he still has to half get dressed, find shoes, and get to the Clinic. Good thing it's not that far away.
And she can handle waiting a little, honestly.]
Alright.
And she can handle waiting a little, honestly.]
Alright.
[And then it's done. Maketh takes a moment to check her appearance - her uniform is spotless, edges ironed into sharp contrast, hair up off her neck - and then goes to meet him. She considers leaving the rifle behind, but ultimately doesn't. What if a threat appeared? Then it would hardly matter if the weapon makes Sweets uneasy.
So she waits.
And waits.
Maketh Tua does not pace. She stands ramrod still, back to the wall and an eye on the exits in case this turns out to be an ambush. She's tense and uneasy, dreading the moment she'll have to ask for the doctor's help. And then he shows up.]
You are late.
So she waits.
And waits.
Maketh Tua does not pace. She stands ramrod still, back to the wall and an eye on the exits in case this turns out to be an ambush. She's tense and uneasy, dreading the moment she'll have to ask for the doctor's help. And then he shows up.]
You are late.
[Although he's generally feeling a lot better lately, some days are better than others and he's dragging a little; he does make it to the Clinic in a decent amount of time, but it's definitely longer than ten minutes. More like half an hour.
He's almost feeling guilty, actually, by the time he does get there, dressed just as casually as he had been last time, but her comment--and the fact that she brought her gun again--kind of kills the guilt pretty quickly.]
I didn't give a time.
[Just pointing that outeven though it's somewhat petty.]
He's almost feeling guilty, actually, by the time he does get there, dressed just as casually as he had been last time, but her comment--and the fact that she brought her gun again--kind of kills the guilt pretty quickly.]
I didn't give a time.
[Just pointing that out
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[Maketh lifts her chin, ready to snap at him - one does not waste time when intelligence is concerned - but holds herself back. She needs this to go well, can't let it spiral like it has before. Control yourself, soldier.]
What have you learned?
[There. That's neutral. That's not yelling at him like an errant storm trooper until he learns respect.]
What have you learned?
[There. That's neutral. That's not yelling at him like an errant storm trooper until he learns respect.]
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[He's... Actually a little surprised by the lack of snappish comments or insults in return, especially since he can tell she wanted to break them out, but he's not complaining.
He does stay closer to the exit than she is, though, just in case.]
Although I'm still hesitant to make any conclusive diagnosis regarding Sato, there are a few clear patterns and predictions that can be made. The first, though, I don't have to do any extrapolating on; he made it very clear he was planning something else.
[Which is the most important thing, and sure, it's probably easy enough to guess and therefore likely not new information, but he can't in good conscience not warn her anyway.]
He does stay closer to the exit than she is, though, just in case.]
Although I'm still hesitant to make any conclusive diagnosis regarding Sato, there are a few clear patterns and predictions that can be made. The first, though, I don't have to do any extrapolating on; he made it very clear he was planning something else.
[Which is the most important thing, and sure, it's probably easy enough to guess and therefore likely not new information, but he can't in good conscience not warn her anyway.]
We anticipated as much.
[A man like that doesn't simply give up when faced with resistance. No, he regroups and plans for a counterattack. It was only a matter of time.
Maketh thins her mouth. She would dearly like just to kill Sato and be done with it, but that's not an option.]
Continue.
[A man like that doesn't simply give up when faced with resistance. No, he regroups and plans for a counterattack. It was only a matter of time.
Maketh thins her mouth. She would dearly like just to kill Sato and be done with it, but that's not an option.]
Continue.
[Just ignoring that he doesn't need permission--]
He's clearly manipulative, and seems to be used to being successful in talking his way into and out of things. He avoided most of the direct questions I asked, and answered in ways that sounded good but were purposefully vague.
[Which is something Lance is good at, and finds really annoying when it's turned on him.]
He's also likely used to getting his way, and has a great deal of confidence; if what you said about being immortal even in his world is true, that's a good reason for such confidence. Judging from what I heard of the attack, from you and the others I spoke to, it was well thought-out which indicates he'd either been planning it or he's done something similar in the future. Being out-maneuvered this time means a likely escalation next time, both in method and in planning.
[What else...]
I'm still unclear on his exact motive, which is important for finding an effective way to more permanently deter him, but I doubt at this point that any sort of show of force in opposition to him will do anything but encourage him.
[Not that he's suggesting they don't fight back, just that it's like double-daring Sato to find a way to outdo them in return.]
A more subtle method might end up being more effective, if anything can be discovered about what he cares about; even those that care about no one else case about something of meaning to themselves.
[And whatever that is might give them leverage, depending on what it is. A compromise could be made, or an agreement reached, or something that doesn't involve an ego contest.
...Also ow, that's a lot of talking to do at once for him with six broken ribs and a broken hyoid, so although he purposefully doesn't show much outwardly--he's not interested in a lecture from Maketh, or letting her know anything more than she already does--his posture and expression might be a little more tense than they were.]
He's clearly manipulative, and seems to be used to being successful in talking his way into and out of things. He avoided most of the direct questions I asked, and answered in ways that sounded good but were purposefully vague.
[Which is something Lance is good at, and finds really annoying when it's turned on him.]
He's also likely used to getting his way, and has a great deal of confidence; if what you said about being immortal even in his world is true, that's a good reason for such confidence. Judging from what I heard of the attack, from you and the others I spoke to, it was well thought-out which indicates he'd either been planning it or he's done something similar in the future. Being out-maneuvered this time means a likely escalation next time, both in method and in planning.
[What else...]
I'm still unclear on his exact motive, which is important for finding an effective way to more permanently deter him, but I doubt at this point that any sort of show of force in opposition to him will do anything but encourage him.
[Not that he's suggesting they don't fight back, just that it's like double-daring Sato to find a way to outdo them in return.]
A more subtle method might end up being more effective, if anything can be discovered about what he cares about; even those that care about no one else case about something of meaning to themselves.
[And whatever that is might give them leverage, depending on what it is. A compromise could be made, or an agreement reached, or something that doesn't involve an ego contest.
...Also ow, that's a lot of talking to do at once for him with six broken ribs and a broken hyoid, so although he purposefully doesn't show much outwardly--he's not interested in a lecture from Maketh, or letting her know anything more than she already does--his posture and expression might be a little more tense than they were.]
[It's a lot of information to process. Some of it is expected - a person like Sato doesn't become as skilled as he is overnight. Clearly he's done this before. He knows enough strategy to be dangerous even without his abilities. And now that Maketh has played her hand once, he'll be able to predict her traps.
The next attack will be much more devastating.
Maketh considers Sweets for a moment. He doesn't need to know about Rey just yet, or the deal she made with Shadow.]
I'm having him watched. If he does anything big, we'll know. But he's clearly had some training. That will make things difficult. Do you require painkillers, Doctor Sweets?
[The last part is asked rather abruptly.]
The next attack will be much more devastating.
Maketh considers Sweets for a moment. He doesn't need to know about Rey just yet, or the deal she made with Shadow.]
I'm having him watched. If he does anything big, we'll know. But he's clearly had some training. That will make things difficult. Do you require painkillers, Doctor Sweets?
[The last part is asked rather abruptly.]
[That Maketh has people watching Sato isn't surprising, but Lance doesn't really think that's going to be too effective; people mess up, and someone like Sato wouldn't be so easily foiled by something so simple.]
The preparation is what you should be most concerned about; I doubt he'll make his actual attack any sort of surprise. It's about showing off what he can do without being stopped.
[Also, damnit.]
No. Are painkillers even a thing where you're from?
[Considering they'd be 'showing weakness' or whatever, and please just ignore the less than subtle attempt to turn the conversation back on her instead of him.]
The preparation is what you should be most concerned about; I doubt he'll make his actual attack any sort of surprise. It's about showing off what he can do without being stopped.
[Also, damnit.]
No. Are painkillers even a thing where you're from?
[Considering they'd be 'showing weakness' or whatever, and please just ignore the less than subtle attempt to turn the conversation back on her instead of him.]
We are making contingencies.
[Several of them have been moved into place. Doctor Sweets doesn't need to know the details.
Maketh frowns at him.]
Don't be ridiculous. We have sedatives and opiates like any planet. Our medical technology is far more advanced than anything here and we have neither the equipment nor the supplies to make it work. Thus we make do. Do you require painkillers or not?
[Several of them have been moved into place. Doctor Sweets doesn't need to know the details.
Maketh frowns at him.]
Don't be ridiculous. We have sedatives and opiates like any planet. Our medical technology is far more advanced than anything here and we have neither the equipment nor the supplies to make it work. Thus we make do. Do you require painkillers or not?
[Now he's feeling distinctly ignored, which is annoying--although not new--and he should've expected it. Of course she wouldn't really listen to him, right?
Also blah blah blah on the advanced technology thing.]
I said no.
[And another attempt at regaining control of the conversation--]
Sato said there was an event going on during the time he last attacked the Guard; is that true?
Also blah blah blah on the advanced technology thing.]
I said no.
[And another attempt at regaining control of the conversation--]
Sato said there was an event going on during the time he last attacked the Guard; is that true?
[Maketh eyes him up and down, then nods just once. Fine. She was only being helpful.]
That's correct. One of Rage's designs. She was hungry.
That's correct. One of Rage's designs. She was hungry.
[He crosses his arms, considering that a moment.]
And what did this event entail, exactly?
And what did this event entail, exactly?
It was systematic. Each person here was afflicted with--whatever you want to call the outcome of Rage's power. Upon seeing their target, the individual would succumb to an involuntary, irrational rage. There was violence.
[She narrows her eyes.]
Sato took advantage. Thankfully we managed to get messages out, telling people to isolate themselves, and it event was not as destructive as it could have been.
[She narrows her eyes.]
Sato took advantage. Thankfully we managed to get messages out, telling people to isolate themselves, and it event was not as destructive as it could have been.
[That sounds like it would've been a serious problem, although there's a major question here that he's wondering about.]
Was he not afflicted as well? Or any of you at the Guard?
[Because outside influence like that will alter his interpretation of what happened.]
Was he not afflicted as well? Or any of you at the Guard?
[Because outside influence like that will alter his interpretation of what happened.]
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