I believe, [ she hedges her bets cautiously, as she always has: ] that the Regency is a threat, and that I am here because what I have to offer is selectively beneficial to ending that threat.
[ One one hand, she could have been abducted and inducted into rank and file. On the other hand, and the one she feels more confidently in: the hexarchate has deemed her and Jedao more useful in a different sector. One that likely is far more deadly to the empire's security than even the fortress's current status. The Regency is, at its core, so like the hexarchate that she cannot view it as anything other than a mass deviation, an entire regiment of heretics and an opposing force that threatens that which she serves far worse than the loss of a nexus. It's large. It's positioned well.
COST's recruitment policy is indeed a matter concerning to her. Without memory of the event, she's left to fill in the blanks herself. What better way to encourage someone to accept their place, than to let them take the time to rationalize it for themselves? On that matter, she remains quiet, her hands folded in her lap as she turns her face up to the sky. The aether? The aether, probably. ]
Against your "aesthetics". [ The tone she takes is not derisive, but light enough to almost consider her charmed by the way he's positioned himself. ] I have a feeling you're the type COST would have thrown a generous deal of manpower and resources at, had they not recruited you first. I cannot abide by the Regency, or what they seek to impose upon this nebulous future COST is here to correct. That I am here, with COST, means that it was an agreed upon necessity. Like you, I serve. And I will serve, until I am told otherwise.
[ That's really that. COST may have vast goals, but her loyalty belongs to something she feels is greater still. ]
no subject
[ One one hand, she could have been abducted and inducted into rank and file. On the other hand, and the one she feels more confidently in: the hexarchate has deemed her and Jedao more useful in a different sector. One that likely is far more deadly to the empire's security than even the fortress's current status. The Regency is, at its core, so like the hexarchate that she cannot view it as anything other than a mass deviation, an entire regiment of heretics and an opposing force that threatens that which she serves far worse than the loss of a nexus. It's large. It's positioned well.
COST's recruitment policy is indeed a matter concerning to her. Without memory of the event, she's left to fill in the blanks herself. What better way to encourage someone to accept their place, than to let them take the time to rationalize it for themselves? On that matter, she remains quiet, her hands folded in her lap as she turns her face up to the sky. The aether? The aether, probably. ]
Against your "aesthetics". [ The tone she takes is not derisive, but light enough to almost consider her charmed by the way he's positioned himself. ] I have a feeling you're the type COST would have thrown a generous deal of manpower and resources at, had they not recruited you first. I cannot abide by the Regency, or what they seek to impose upon this nebulous future COST is here to correct. That I am here, with COST, means that it was an agreed upon necessity. Like you, I serve. And I will serve, until I am told otherwise.
[ That's really that. COST may have vast goals, but her loyalty belongs to something she feels is greater still. ]
You're too sly, to be a soldier like me.