A short conversation [finished]
Characters: Miles Edgeworth and Manfred von Karma
Content: Edgeworth talks to von Karma about the troubles with Draklor
Setting: von Karma's quarters aboard the Victoria II
Time: After they arrive in Melior, before the storm starts
Warnings: None, unless you count a segue for brainwashing
Whatever he wants had better be important, thought von Karma irritably. Edgeworth wasn't exactly interrupting anything important, but on principle, von Karma disliked wastes of his time. Considering it had something to do with... the navigator, though, it probably was something important, as he was related to a prominent scientist.
Edgeworth walked towards von Karma's cabin, with a folder full of dossiers and notes tucked under his arm. He doubted that Ffamran would feel comfortable with him sharing this information, but it hardly mattered now. For all of von Karma's faults, he could be trusted with this; it was almost shameful how long he kept this from the captain. However, at least it gave Edgeworth some time to gather some more concrete proof. If there was anything he knew about von Karma, it was how much the man hated false alarms and wastes of his time.
He neared the cabin door, and cleared his throat before knocking. "Sir?"
"Come in," said von Karma, searching is desk for something productive he could be doing while Edgeworth was telling him... whatever he was going to tell him.
Edgeworth saluted after he entered the room, and walked briskly to von Karma's desk. "Good afternoon, sir. There's something I need to bring to your attention concerning Draklor and Sub Lieutenant Bunansa."
"You told me about that," said von Karma, a hint of irritation in his voice-although as Edgeworth continued, he cocked an eyebrow. If anything illegal was going on-well, anything illegal he didn't approve of, of course.
"Do tell."
Edgeworth opened the folder, and pulled out a few sheets of paper. "After I reported her, I did some research. Assuming she wasn't using an alias, she served in the military for some time." The records were set on von Karma's desk, and slid towards him. "As you can see, she was approached regarding an experiment, and agreed to volunteer. However, it seemed she, and the other soldiers in the program, didn't know what they were getting into."
von Karma's lip curled as he flipped through the documents.
"You'd think people would be smarter about being approached for experiments these days. Have they ever gone right? It's a wonder she didn't end up a bloody smear on a wall."
He sighed, and said, "Naiveté aside, she's the only known survivor of the program. There was an 'accident' that burned down the facility, although I can't say if she caused it in a bid to escape, or if those in charge wished to hide the results."
"Either way is plausible." von Karma looked over the records, though he was quite sure they wouldn't contain any pertinent information. "Did the navigator tell you anything else?"
"A few things, regarding the procedure and those involved. Unfortunately, either the scientists involved died in the fire, or they weren't on record. He couldn't find information on those who requested the experiment, but aparently, Cid Bunansa was in the know."
"Hm. It might be better for me to ask the boy himself," said von Karma, smoothing out a nigh-unnoticeable wrinkle in one of the papers.
"That may be for the best." Edgeworth paused for a moment, and took a deep breath.
"After he found out about this... I think his trust has been shaken ever since. He needs to know that not everybody in the government or the military supports these experiments."
"You're acting like this is for his benefit," snapped von Karma. Though, ...Ffamran was a fine navigator. von Karma wasn't about to have one of the better crewmen he had on his ship defect over a family crisis.
Edgeworth tensed, only for a moment, before he said cooly, "With all due respect, sir, people have defected over less - although we should be grateful that not all of them had access to the same information Bunansa has."
He looked thoughtful for a moment, and added, "He's bright for his age, if inexperienced. His resourcefulness could be useful...with the right people guiding him."
"I already considered that," said von Karma; his point still stood. Keeping the navigator would be primarily for his own benefit, not the navigator's.
Edgeworth nodded, and folded his hands on his lap. "Is there anything else you need from me, sir?" To any observers, his voice was calm, and he looked as stoic and unruffled as ever.
"No, that will be all."
"Very well, sir." Edgeworth stood up and saluted, before he walked out of von Karma's quarters. Hopefully, something could get done about this now.
Content: Edgeworth talks to von Karma about the troubles with Draklor
Setting: von Karma's quarters aboard the Victoria II
Time: After they arrive in Melior, before the storm starts
Warnings: None, unless you count a segue for brainwashing
Whatever he wants had better be important, thought von Karma irritably. Edgeworth wasn't exactly interrupting anything important, but on principle, von Karma disliked wastes of his time. Considering it had something to do with... the navigator, though, it probably was something important, as he was related to a prominent scientist.
Edgeworth walked towards von Karma's cabin, with a folder full of dossiers and notes tucked under his arm. He doubted that Ffamran would feel comfortable with him sharing this information, but it hardly mattered now. For all of von Karma's faults, he could be trusted with this; it was almost shameful how long he kept this from the captain. However, at least it gave Edgeworth some time to gather some more concrete proof. If there was anything he knew about von Karma, it was how much the man hated false alarms and wastes of his time.
He neared the cabin door, and cleared his throat before knocking. "Sir?"
"Come in," said von Karma, searching is desk for something productive he could be doing while Edgeworth was telling him... whatever he was going to tell him.
Edgeworth saluted after he entered the room, and walked briskly to von Karma's desk. "Good afternoon, sir. There's something I need to bring to your attention concerning Draklor and Sub Lieutenant Bunansa."
"You told me about that," said von Karma, a hint of irritation in his voice-although as Edgeworth continued, he cocked an eyebrow. If anything illegal was going on-well, anything illegal he didn't approve of, of course.
"Do tell."
Edgeworth opened the folder, and pulled out a few sheets of paper. "After I reported her, I did some research. Assuming she wasn't using an alias, she served in the military for some time." The records were set on von Karma's desk, and slid towards him. "As you can see, she was approached regarding an experiment, and agreed to volunteer. However, it seemed she, and the other soldiers in the program, didn't know what they were getting into."
von Karma's lip curled as he flipped through the documents.
"You'd think people would be smarter about being approached for experiments these days. Have they ever gone right? It's a wonder she didn't end up a bloody smear on a wall."
He sighed, and said, "Naiveté aside, she's the only known survivor of the program. There was an 'accident' that burned down the facility, although I can't say if she caused it in a bid to escape, or if those in charge wished to hide the results."
"Either way is plausible." von Karma looked over the records, though he was quite sure they wouldn't contain any pertinent information. "Did the navigator tell you anything else?"
"A few things, regarding the procedure and those involved. Unfortunately, either the scientists involved died in the fire, or they weren't on record. He couldn't find information on those who requested the experiment, but aparently, Cid Bunansa was in the know."
"Hm. It might be better for me to ask the boy himself," said von Karma, smoothing out a nigh-unnoticeable wrinkle in one of the papers.
"That may be for the best." Edgeworth paused for a moment, and took a deep breath.
"After he found out about this... I think his trust has been shaken ever since. He needs to know that not everybody in the government or the military supports these experiments."
"You're acting like this is for his benefit," snapped von Karma. Though, ...Ffamran was a fine navigator. von Karma wasn't about to have one of the better crewmen he had on his ship defect over a family crisis.
Edgeworth tensed, only for a moment, before he said cooly, "With all due respect, sir, people have defected over less - although we should be grateful that not all of them had access to the same information Bunansa has."
He looked thoughtful for a moment, and added, "He's bright for his age, if inexperienced. His resourcefulness could be useful...with the right people guiding him."
"I already considered that," said von Karma; his point still stood. Keeping the navigator would be primarily for his own benefit, not the navigator's.
Edgeworth nodded, and folded his hands on his lap. "Is there anything else you need from me, sir?" To any observers, his voice was calm, and he looked as stoic and unruffled as ever.
"No, that will be all."
"Very well, sir." Edgeworth stood up and saluted, before he walked out of von Karma's quarters. Hopefully, something could get done about this now.