BACKGROUND EVENT: Decision Point
WHO: Teletha Testarossa, Andrey Kalinin, "Geist"
WHERE: Office of the Captain, Melida Island, West Pacific
WHEN: July 25, 2007 - or so.
WHAT: Mithril's Intelligence division has discovered something they cannot allow to stand.
Captain Teletha "Tessa" Testarossa (Teresa, to some) was not a young woman given to violence. She had had a difficult upbringing, certainly. The Whispers were not something a girl her age - a girl any age - should have to live through. But she had done it. She had persevered, and she had done so with the strength of the convictions her father had given her.
Her eyes traced over the intelligence report on her desk, running fine strands of her ash-blonde ponytail over her lips.
"You're sure this information is correct?" she says, quietly.
"Absolutely, ma'am," replies the figure before her - a man, maybe, but as usual with intelligence, looks could be quite deceiving.
"I see," says Tessa. She reaches over, quietly, presses a button on her desk. "Is Commander Kalinin here?"
"Y--how did you--"
"Send him in."
The door to her office opens, and in strides the tall, proud form of Andrey Sergeivich Kalinin, a folder tucked under one arm. He is, as ever, perfectly poised, despite the situation, despite what they both know they are about to do.
"You are dismissed, Geist," Tessa says to the Intelligence operative. "Thank you for your hard work."
"Ma'am," says the operative, and turns to leave.
The door closes.
"Commander," Tessa says. "You know the situation. I want your opinion."
"Mmm," replies the aged Russian. "Captain, as I am sure you know, we cannot allow a situation such as this to stand. They have taken an action we cannot tolerate, and at a time when it could lead to a massive, unnecessary loss of civilian life."
Tessa nods, quietly. "And the other matter?"
Kalinin shakes his head. "There is little we can do as we are. Mithril does not have the resources necessary, excepting the resources we possesss through the Alliance."
Slowly, the young girl nods. He was right. Mithril did not have the resources to send beyond the borders right now - with the shadow war with Amalgam, the ongoing pressure from America and France...they simply did not have the men.
But they had a way.
She reaches down to press the button again, opening the intercom to her secretary.
"Get me Mister Sagara," she says. "I have orders for him."
(Yes, Roy, I stole your LJ Cut technique and NONE OF YOU CAN STOP ME)
WHERE: Office of the Captain, Melida Island, West Pacific
WHEN: July 25, 2007 - or so.
WHAT: Mithril's Intelligence division has discovered something they cannot allow to stand.
Captain Teletha "Tessa" Testarossa (Teresa, to some) was not a young woman given to violence. She had had a difficult upbringing, certainly. The Whispers were not something a girl her age - a girl any age - should have to live through. But she had done it. She had persevered, and she had done so with the strength of the convictions her father had given her.
Her eyes traced over the intelligence report on her desk, running fine strands of her ash-blonde ponytail over her lips.
"You're sure this information is correct?" she says, quietly.
"Absolutely, ma'am," replies the figure before her - a man, maybe, but as usual with intelligence, looks could be quite deceiving.
"I see," says Tessa. She reaches over, quietly, presses a button on her desk. "Is Commander Kalinin here?"
"Y--how did you--"
"Send him in."
The door to her office opens, and in strides the tall, proud form of Andrey Sergeivich Kalinin, a folder tucked under one arm. He is, as ever, perfectly poised, despite the situation, despite what they both know they are about to do.
"You are dismissed, Geist," Tessa says to the Intelligence operative. "Thank you for your hard work."
"Ma'am," says the operative, and turns to leave.
The door closes.
"Commander," Tessa says. "You know the situation. I want your opinion."
"Mmm," replies the aged Russian. "Captain, as I am sure you know, we cannot allow a situation such as this to stand. They have taken an action we cannot tolerate, and at a time when it could lead to a massive, unnecessary loss of civilian life."
Tessa nods, quietly. "And the other matter?"
Kalinin shakes his head. "There is little we can do as we are. Mithril does not have the resources necessary, excepting the resources we possesss through the Alliance."
Slowly, the young girl nods. He was right. Mithril did not have the resources to send beyond the borders right now - with the shadow war with Amalgam, the ongoing pressure from America and France...they simply did not have the men.
But they had a way.
She reaches down to press the button again, opening the intercom to her secretary.
"Get me Mister Sagara," she says. "I have orders for him."
(Yes, Roy, I stole your LJ Cut technique and NONE OF YOU CAN STOP ME)