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| Jun's Blood Trail Part 1: They Drew First Blood; May, UC 0109 | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Aug 2 2014, 11:50 PM (755 Views) | |
| Esdeath | Aug 2 2014, 11:50 PM Post #1 |
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Ever since Operation Downfall ended a month back, Ettaine Amenti's life had been getting worse and worse. First came the news of Admiral Travick's death, and of the nuclear attacks made on side three durring the operation. It wouldn't have been an issue for Ettaine as the Admiral's secretary had the Federation won the battle and wiped out Zeon- or at least crippled them so much that they could no longer attack the Earth- but with the Admiral's demise, she had been forced to resign to avoid the political fallout of the whole mess. And then, despite it all, she finds out that Vice President Virissimo, that asshole, decided to use her as a scapegoat for Travick's planning of Downfall, too. Sure, she was the one who coordinated the meetings, because that was her job; Everyone else involved knew that Edward was just as guilty as she was in the whole mess, if not more so, having been in the actual meetings. Regardless, it seemed that Ettaine had been ordered to travel to Neuremburg to stand trial for her role in this whole mess. How disgusting, setting the trials in Neuremburg like that- There was no way to avoid mental comparisons with those genocidal lunatics from way back when. The original Neuremburg Trials were a major point in history that was taught in schools for centuries, after all. Ettaine couldn't protest by not going, else she'd just be arrested and dragged in- or if she ran, made a most wanted fugitive, which was never good. Of course, as soon as her most recent employer- a local but well-respected doctor- heard about the indictment, he fired Ettaine on the spot... Which was why she was now standing over her desk for the second time in a month clearing her belongings into a box. Once Ettaine had packed her box full of her belongings, she lifted it off the desk just to drop it as someone bumped into her in their rush across the office. An oriental woman that Ettaine hadn't seen before. Maybe she was a new patient of her now former employer? She looked like she was worn pretty ragged too, with that look in her eyes... Though for some reason, they sent a chill down Ettaine's spine. She wanted to call out after the woman, yell at her for making her drop her box, but something in the back of her mind was telling her she probably shouldn't. So, with a sigh, Ettaine lifted the box once more and made her way from the office suite. Might as well head home and pack up everything, since she was going to have to eventually for the trial anyways. Ettaine's trip from her now former workplace back to her apartment had been, for the most part, the same as usual- a few blocks' walk to an apartment building in the upper residential area of Samarkand, where she let herself in through the lobby as usual, just with the addition of her box of belongings. She made her way to the elevator, which thankfully opened immediately after she pushed the button to call the elevator down. She'd have taken the stairs had she lived on one of the lower floors, but living on the sixth floor made climbing that many stairs was especially tiresome empty-handed, let alone lugging luggage around. Shortly after Ettaine made her way into the elevator and pushed the button for the sixth floor, another woman entered the elevator and leaned up against the back wall, hands as far in her pockets as they could get (which, being capris, meant to her knuckles). The oriental woman again, same ragged look in her eyes... Actually, now that Ettaine had a better look at the woman, it was more like a perpetual anger. She'd hate to be on her bad side... Ettaine glanced over to the woman, preparing to push a button on the elevator for her. "Uh, which floor?" The woman shot Ettaine a glance for a moment, looking her over before actually answering. "Sixth." Ettaine nodded, moving away from the panel on the wall as the doors closed. Looking over the woman now, she was surprised that she had been wearing a black long-sleeved jacket in the middle of spring, even if it was a Bolero- It hadn't been a particularly cold spring, after all, and today wasn't one of the colder days either. Though maybe the woman was from someplace further south... Or the colonies, even, considering the capris and ugg boots combination seemed silly to Ettaine. Actually, mixing a dress shirt and capris seemed weird, too. "So, uh... Where you from?" Ettaine asked as the elevator door closed. No response, not so much as a blink. "...Well, I mean, I don't think I've ever seen you here before," Ettaine started to clarify, "So I was wondering if you were visiting someone or-" "Yes." "...Eh?" Ettaine stopped for a moment, surprised at how the woman chose to respond. "It's someone who owes me a lot of answers," the woman responded, the bitterness becoming more palpable with every word. Oh, man, it's probably Nikita from a few rooms down, then- Ettaine told him that his screwing around would land him in a world of hurt one day, and it looks like this was the day with how bitter this woman was. She'd be sure to write the poor bastard's eulogy tonight. "Oh, well then," Ettaine responded, looking off to the side as she spoke, "I feel sorry for them then..." "Why's that?" "Er... With how angry you seem, it feels like you're not gonna let them off easily..." "...You're right, I won't be." As the elevator came to a stop on the sixth floor, Ettaine exited the elevator first and made her way down the hall towards her room, three doors down on the right. The hallway was empty as usual, so when Ettaine reached her door, she set her box of belongings down next to the door and pulled her keys from the box. She stood up to unlock and open the door when suddenly, a hand wrapped around her face, covering her mouth with a- -A Nebulizer? A portable one at that; Ettaine could see a hose going up the long black sleeve of the one holding it, but she couldn't tell what was being pumped through it or how beyond the fact that... ...That it was making her sleepy... It was like she was... Being dosed with anesthesia... ...Wait... Where had she just seen long black slee... Edited by Esdeath, Aug 13 2014, 08:53 AM.
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| Esdeath | Sep 1 2014, 03:56 AM Post #2 |
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...Nnnn.... Hnngh... As Ettaine began to wake, she started swaying back and forth in her seat- It had seemed she had been handcuffed to a chair, one with a surprisingly familiar feel to it... Wait, was this her own chair? As Ettaine looked up, trying to force her eyes to focus enough to see, she realized she was in her own apartment, seated across from the coffee table in front of her couch. On the table had been several folders- folders she herself recognized pretty quickly. Those contained all the clerical work she had done for Travick as his secretary. No, not all of it- These specific folders were for all the meetings that were about... Oh, no... Those were the files on Operation Downfall...! The last of the files on Downfall was in the hands of the one sitting opposite of Ettaine, on the couch. beside her was a nebulizer, the one presumably used to put Ettaine out, fitted with a canister- Ettaine could barely read it in this light, with how blurry her vision still was, but it appeared to be Fentanyl. The woman across from her was the oriental woman from the elevtor, flipping through what appeared to be a manilla folder like the one Ettaine kept her files in... No, not like. It WAS one of Ettaine's files; looking down slightly, Ettaine could see dozens of the other files spread across the table, every single one had been marked with dates Ettaine knew all too well. Downfall. Those files were the meeting transcripts related to planning Operation Downfall. Dear god, who was this woman!? Was she Federation...? No, that couldn't be, the Federation already called for her to be subpoenaed, there was no reason for them to go through these kind of lengths. So then... If she wasn't Federation, and she was a Colonist like Ettaine first thought... Oh, shit! Zeon! This woman was a Zeon agent! ONI or whatever the fuck intelligence they had up there now! Panicking at the realization, Ettaine thrashed about in her restraints- The effort was in vain when it came to escaping, though it did lead to her noticing a few things- First, it wasn't just her hands cuffed to the chair, but her legs, too, at the ankles. And two, from thrashing about like she did, Ettaine felt the weight of something shifting about on her lap. She hadn't noticed before, probably as a side-effect of the drugging that the woman gave her, but there was definitely something in her lap. Slowly looking down, Ettaine saw just what it was in her lap that was shifting about. It was a powerdrill, One fitted with a spade bit, about a centimeter in width. Beside it, though less notable weight-wise, was a bottle of some kind of liquid. It took Ettaine a moment to recognize it: Silver nitrate, used for cauterization. Ettaine thrashed once more- this time reflexively- at the sight of the tools, realizing exactly what the implications behind them were; THe only reason she didn't jump out of her chair entirely was because she was still secured to it. "-I see you're awake, Ms. Amenti." After hearing the voice of the woman across from her, Ettaine snapped her attention back to the woman, who had closed the file and was now staring Ettaine down. Despite everything she wanted to say, the most Ettaine could muster was a confused, terrified whimper. "As I said before," the woman started, tossing the file she had been reading down on the table, "I'm here to see someone who owes me a lot of answers. Me, and the entire nation of Zeon. And like you said, I won't be letting them off easily. That someone I came to see... Is you, Ms. Ettaine Amenti, former secretary of Admiral Konstantin Travick." Entire nation of- Jesus Christ, she WAS a Zeonic agent! But a move like this... Zeon targeting a civilian? Even one involved with something like Operation Downfall? That was something that'd cause a hell of a storm, right? These guys can't go about targeting civilians without risking setting off a war, right? Especially without even trying to go through the paperwork and all that? "Y-you're not g-g-gonna do anything, are y-ya?" Ettaine started muttering back, stumbling over her own words- Even though she was sure this woman wouldn't actually torture her like this setup was implying, that didn't mean they couldn't waterboard her or something later, still. "Y-yeah, you can't, or you might r-risk starting a war! Some z-Zeek spook like you can't just ab- just go about torturing a civilian!" The oriental woman didn't respond at first, but the rather sinister grin that shot across the woman's face made Ettaine add as an addendum, "...Right?" "I'm sorry, but I think you've misread this situation," the woman started, standing up from her seat across from Ettaine. She held the grin a bit longer, before wiping it from her face completely in an instant, instead carrying on with a eerily blank expression. "You see, you surrendered any ability to call yourself a 'civilian' when you made yourself an accessory to Travick's genocide. Besides, I might have learned from ONI, but..." The woman paused for a moment as she leaned in, stopping when her face was less than an inch away from Ettaine's. "I'm no Zeon agent." "...Eh?" "Well," the woman started, standing straight up again, "Not officially, anyways. I was there on the battlefield during Operation Downfall, and I saw it all go down myself. When that first volley of nukes went off, I had to ensure that they would be the only volley... I suppose I failed on that account. What I won't fail to do, though, is ensure that every single one of the animals responsible for that horror show answers for what they've done. And you, Ms. Amenti..." The woman bent down slightly, picking the drill and bottle of cauterizing agent up off of Ettaine's lap, "Have a lot of answering left to do." Wait, 'left'? So she's already answered somewhat? ...Wait a minute, that story... Wasn't there a famous Zeek pilot who wiped out the Jegan teams who were carrying the nukes during Operation Downfall? Yeah, they were a Captain in some Interception and Assault fleet or something, and went missing after the battle... They were some oriental woman named- "OH GOD, YOU'RE-!" Ettaine's last shreds of confusion vanished as she came to the realization of who the woman across from her was. Captain Jun Nagamoto, the famed pilot from Vasavi Shakti squadron. This woman wasn't a spook, she was a goddamn Zeek officer; How in God's green Earth did she get inside the Federation's capital without anyone recognizing her? Jun grinned again, giving an eerily toothy smirk, as Ettaine recognized her. Rather than comment on it, though, she jumped back to the topic of Downfall, again wiping her expression again before continuing. "You know, I'm glad you kept these files so immaculately," Jun spoke up again, setting down the cauterizing agent on the table and placing her now free hand on the pile of files occupying the same area. "Between the meeting times and the actual transcripts, I didn't have much trouble figuring out who most of the other conspirators were... Most. I put together a list of everyone tied to this Operation incriminated in these files, and I couldn't help but notice every single one of them perished during the actual operation... Which is odd, since there's no way a financial backer, or the ones who trafficked these nukes to Travick under everyone's noses could have participated in the battle. Of course... that's because those files were destroyed, weren't they?" So that's what she wanted, huh? Ettaine hadn't actually been the one to destroy those files: Travick burned them himself before setting out for the Operation so no one could tie those last few back to him in case Downfall ended up triggering a coup against him. Still, while she knew who was in them, that didn't mean she couldn't play dumb. "Sorry, but I don't know of any other files. Everything I worked on is right there." Jun's eye twitched- barely, but Ettaine noticed it nevertheless- when she heard Ettaine's answer. "Sorry... But I don't buy that. Like I said, you kept these files pretty immaculately... Which made it all the easier to notice when there's big holes left in the file catalogue. Like, say, random pages of schedules missing? It's funny how many folders are actually missing their corresponding page in the schedule list printouts you have here... Likely because their respective pages were 'misplaced'." Damnit, she should have ditched those schedule altogether, after all... Still... "So I lost a few pages. Whoopdee doo, everyone makes mistakes. That doesn't mean there were any more files; It's just circumstantial evidence!" A pause, before Jun responded, calmly and quietly. "Yes, you're right. It is circumstantial evidence, and there isn't any definitive proof that there's anything more than this. Still..." Jun crouched down and grabbed Ettaine's nylons at the knee, just below the hem of the former secretary's skirt, and tore it so she could remove it like a sock. "Hey, what the hell are you-" Ettaine started, before hearing the drill in Jun's hand start to rev. "W-wait, no way...! Y-YOU'RE A FUCKING SOLDIER! YOU CAN'T DO THIS, IT'S A WAR CRIME-!" "It's only a war crime to torture human beings," Jun snapped back, balling up the bunch of nylons she tore away and shoving it in Ettaine's mouth as a sort of makeshift gag. "I'm not a fan of animal cruelty, either, but in this case, I'll make an exception. But if you give me the names of the other surviving now, I think I might be persuaded to end this before I even begin...?" Ettaine's only response were muffled wimpers; She wasn't going to cooperate, or at least not yet. "Well then..." Jun started, signing as she crouched down, revving the drill at max speed, aiming it at the foot of the leg the nylons had been removed from. "I guess we'll start here then... I think we'll start with the Achilles tendon." |
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| Esdeath | Sep 11 2014, 07:17 PM Post #3 |
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Often when you hear people describe blood, they talk about how it feels sticky, how hard it is to rinse away. However, Jun had come to find that washing away blood wasn't as difficult as she had heard, especially when it was still fresh. Rather, the blood was the easiest part to clean up of the mess she had made. She had filled the apartment's bathtub with bleach water and had thrown the drill she was using, caked in blood and bits of muscle tissue, and rinsed her hands clean in the sink. Her clothes had been ruined with stains, namely from Ms. Amenti's blood and other bodily fluids. She'd have to borrow some of Ms. Amenti's clothes before leaving- Not like the former secretary would be needing them anymore, anyways. Overall, the interrogation was a success- Amenti gave up the names of the three surviving members of the group who had planned Operation Downfall: Vice President Edward Virissimo, Lieutenant General Leopold Ankrauser, and Major General Katrina Ariadnaszoon de Ruyter. Virissimo had been the one responsible for funding the entire endeavor, while Ankrauser and de Ruyter had both been key players in moving the nukes used in Downfall without anyone figuring out what was going on. With Virissimo being a heavily-guarded, important politician in the fracturing Federation and Ankrauser's position as the head of ECOAS, the best place for Jun to start seemed to be with de Ruyter. The Major General had previously been in charge of Luna II, but ever since that fell, she had probably been moved elsewhere. Jun would have to find that out later. Of course, Amenti herself could still be of use, even in the shape she was in. The Frenchwoman's legs were a mess- between the gaping, chemically cauterized holes throughout both of the woman's legs and the sickly bluish-grey the silver nitrate had stained them, one would be able to tell at a glance she would never be able to walk again. The rest of the room was covered in blood, too- Had Jun not been sure to keep Amenti hydrated over the last three days, she might have bled out even with how careful Jun had been not to hit major blood vessels. And even then, the woman was clearly anemic at this point- Hell, with the way the room looked, people would probably assume she was dead when they finally came to see what happened to her... but Jun wasn't planning on finishing the woman off just yet. Prior to the first session, Jun was able to go out and grab a few things, namely a particularly large black suitcase and a portable dentist's nebulizer- the two of which she was able to rig together fairly easily. Jun dragged the suitcase over to the barely conscious, half-delirious Amenti, carrying a plastic garbage bag with her- as she undid the restraints on Amenti's legs, Jun pulled the bag up around Amenti's legs to her waist before pulling it tight, so that if one of the holes reopens, the resulting bleeding wouldn't soak through the suitcase. Jun then undid the rest of Amenti's restraints before carefully lowering the woman into the suitcase, fixing the nebulizer mask to Amenti's face before turning it on. The nebulizer proceeded to supply a healthy dose of nitrous oxide to Amenti- Like this, Jun wouldn't have to worry about the woman thrashing about in the suitcase if she regained enough strength on their way to visit de Ruyter. Once Amenti was secured in the suitcase, Jun closed it and locked it up before pulling it off to the side, somewhere where the blood on the floor was mostly dry and couldn't really soak into the case anymore. Now was the matter of her clothes- Jun couldn't exactly leave dragging about a suitcase in clothes covered in blood, after all. It didn't take her long to pull a replacement outfit from Amenti's wardrobe: A white halter top, a black leather skirt, and a pair of dress flats. She was fairly disappointed in the lack of boots outside those meant for cold Russian weather, but the flats were better than the various pairs of wedges and heels that the Secretary had. Wasting no time changing outfits, Jun tossed her old outfit save her jacket into the tub of bleach water before taking the rest of the bleach, pouring it into a spray bottle, and spraying down the rest of the apartment with it. At the very least, that should cover her tracks until she's long out of the search radius. Tossing the bottle into the tub as well, Jun took the suitcase that Amenti was in- Actually surprisingly heavy despite Amenti's petite build and, well, recent "weight loss"- and left the apartment. It wouldn't be for another three days before authorities decided to come find out why Ettaine Amenti never boarded the jet to Nuremberg. |
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