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The Meeting[]
It has been one whole year since the founding of the Dark Wing Revolutionary Army, and they have yet to find a concrete base. But Adish was ready to do more; they had done petty things, but they needed to do something to put themselves in the eyes of the world fully. But that couldn’t be done yet, not when they didn’t have a home base, and that was what this meeting was for. He was going to meet with a few army members on a small island in the calm belt. Why not turn this into their base, the problem being the island was too small and didn’t have defenses; the group needed a place with natural defense.
He had rented a building on the island, waiting for members to arrive. Adish had been wearing a newer outfit. His deep dark jet black wings were on full display behind him. He wore a jacket top with only one sleeve on his right arm down to his wrist with belts wrapped around his bicep. At the same time, his other arm was sleeveless with a tattoo of the DWRA logo on his shoulder. A trench coat tail fell behind him, a red belt around his waist, grey pants, and high black boots around his calf.
Due to his height, a girl half his size had been standing next to him as he sat in the seat. She is a reddish brown-furred, black-haired red panda mink with brown eyes, red panda ears, a red panda nose, and a large and long fluffy tail, but with a slender body otherwise similar to that of a human adolescent girl; she stands at 7'1 being on the taller size of her people. Her hair is cut in a bob-like fashion at the front with braids fashioned into loops near the top, with the length in the back reaching her neck, with a gold paw hair clip.
Her outfit consists of a reddish pink cheongsam decorated with a red panda in the center of her breasts with a chest window over it. The cheongsam has a high slight, and she's shown wearing a garter, where she keeps information that needs to be documented near the end of the day, and a pen.
While the town they were in had a few people, they had integrated a few of his soldiers using Mei’s devil fruit, giving them new appearances so they blended in and looked less like ‘criminals’.
Many townspeople had not taken note of their presence it seemed, allowing seamless integration when it came to this meeting. Amidst the crowd, a young man was making his rounds trying to get guidance. He bore shoulder length hair, ruffled with two distinct tufts poking out from his hat. A smooth turtleneck and jacket curved around his lean frame, tucked into a pair of navy-toned trousers that remained firm around his waist with a belt, its buckle a distinguishable showpiece amidst his other features. Whilst he made himself around, knee high boots clicked against the ground with the distinct jingle of his spurs making people turn had his words not been enough.
“Ah ah, may I get a picture? Come on, I just have to,” he beckoned to a shopkeeper. Bringing them in, he wrapped a gloved hand over the man's backside. Pulling out a supposed camera, he posed before pressing down on a button. Moving away from the man before looking at it, he bore a wide smile before waving away the shopkeep. “Thank ya thank ya!”
Continuing his walk downtown, his eyes locked in the backside of a building. Casually he made his way through the door and continued his charade. Even when he should have begun to notice he was with his common man, he couldn’t stop himself.
Soon the silhouette of an individual much taller than him came into his view, his final target. Sliding over to the man with little trouble. He raised the faux camera up, placing his arm over his backside. In this circumstance, having to move his arm up to reach towards his back pocket.
Now, he made a little bit of conversation while focusing up on the device. “Give me a big smile, mister, I’m just really astonished by how many different people are around here! It makes me glad really, you know where I’m from things just aren’t like they are here! You know what I meaaaaannnnnn?” Looking up to him, with his hand pulling out of his pocket with seemingly nothing to account for, his face quickly went from all smiles to a pale disbelief.
Not even moving the position he was in, he began to back away with a dramatic frown on his face. “Ooohh..Hey there, remember me? Riiight? Your best friend Jupiter?” Judging by the look on his face, the man had at least five seconds before he began running off on him.
"Pickpocketing, Jupiter? I assumed you'd be more observant of who you stole from." A stoic voice spoke up from behind Jupiter. Its speech was scholarly and oratorical. Behind him was the Internal Affairs Head Executive, Cavea Greer. "Mr. Liberio, I appreciate your infiltration practice. But I think it could be better spent on people deserving, not the civilian populace. Most of all, not our General, who I doubt appreciates your behavior." The ambiguous Chaplin carefully scolded Jupiter. Trying not to show any rage or disapproval. Words would be far more effective if they weren't screamed. "As the head executive of this army, I'd prefer we stick to some common laws. Keeps us out of trouble; we may develop some support with the locals if we don't take their possessions."
Greer turned their attention to the Governor General, knowing there had to be a purpose to their gathering. "Governor General, I'm interested in the purpose of this meeting. I'm always prepared to serve, but to call us together must mean we must discuss something of importance. So, if you don't mind, General, please be like the sun god, and enlighten us with your news." They bowed softly, placing their wrapped cross in the corner, not letting it out of their sight. They could not tell where they were looking through their odd mask, though. Looking around the rented space, they got comfortable crossing their legs as they sat. Greer was intrigued by the meeting, keeping their "eyes" on Jupiter.
Mei had stared Jupiter down before scoffing; while she was a fun-loving girl, she didn't appreciate the way Jupiter acted with Adish and the way Adish just encouraged it.
"Hmph, if you ask me, Jupiter should be punished for such an act upon our Governor General.
But all Adish did was just smirk and raised his hand. "While everyone isn't here, I did inform most that the direct appearance at this meeting wasn't necessary, as I would be directly in charge of this mission."
The first mission he would be in charge of; for the past few years, all Adish was doing was recruiting; he was finding like-minded people and had yet to do any actual missions, but it was time to leave the shadows. For now, that is. He wanted something that would keep them stable; he wanted a specific base that he learned of from his studying.
"Jupiter will be key to this mission, so you'll need to drop whatever you had going on at the time; I'll need your infiltration ability to succeed with as few casualties as possible."
Adish crossed his arms as he leaned forward in his seat. He knew no one; he didn't want to hear this was here.
"We've hidden in the shadows, but it's time to make our name known; while I doubt we have enough merit to cause a quick retaliation, don't think they won't send anyone after us. We are attacking G-8. That Marine Base is so heavily defended that even the World Government has failed to shut it down, but in doing so, they never inspect it anymore. Once we take it, we can hide in plain sight."
Adish let that sink in before continuing the briefing of the mission.
"Mei will use her fruit, transforming as many of our forces into Marine personnel, Jupiter included. You will sneak in under the guise of needing help while I and a few others attack, drawing their attention to defense. Speed will be key, so you'll need to incapacitate as many as possible to allow us safe passage inside, as there is only one entrance and exit on that island."
Shooting around offended looks to those who scolded him for his acts, he sighed and shrugged. “Sorry, force of habit, can you blame me…? Uh..Don’t answer that,” giving a mischievous grin to Greer the playfulness was quickly shot down with Meis words. “Woah- don’t do that, please?” Putting his hands together, he was about to offer the mink his best attempt at puppy dog eyes. But, like on command Adishs hand was enough to stop him. Focusing on him, he lowered his hands to his waist.
His eyes lit up to hear his role in the mission, the gears turning in his head as he thought about what he could do. There were no complaints on his end, he was more than thrilled to finally be put into a bigger scale mission. Anything of the sort was only another step forward to their shared dreams.
It was a simple mission, but one that made him shudder in excitement. Giving a quick salute to Adish, he jumped to get his obvious two cents in. “You got it bossman! I won’t let you down, promise.” Winking, he carried on confidently. “This’ll be smooth, I can just see it. Plus, I’d feel sorry for any of those idiots who would really pick a fight with us. Seriously, who's defeating any of us?”
Releasing a gentle sigh amidst his rapid speech, he gave time for the others to speak. It was hard not to just leap into hashing out ideas that came to mind, it was just in his nature to do so. Leaning back into his chair he’d cross his legs and arms, hoping his optimism would ease up any tension that would naturally come from the news of the mission.
Grer would rub the front of their face? Box? Lid, yeah, lid. as if imitating one's nose bridge. "Blaming you isn't a concern we should focus on. Right, Mei?" The minister's tone was sarcastic, calling out the secretary with mild irritation. "As much as I'd enjoy doing my job and reviewing people's behavior. I think we've already had enough impromptu judgments cast as of late. We need our personnel around. Punishment isn't necessary." Greer's acknowledgment of recent events was sour as their head turned to their cross, knowing its origins. The past events had left a lot of questions for the minister.
Listening to their General, Greer calmed his emotions. Then, sitting up, the executive listened to the game plan for their invasion of G-8. Taking the island for themself would be essential to strengthening their forces after their recent setback. "Governor General, where shall I fit into this operation. I assume you wish me to come along with your platoon. If not, I recommend I run a perimeter reconnaissance with my sharpshooting skills. No matter where you need me, I will serve the cause of liberation with fervor, general."
Mei glared at Greer as her fur began standing on end; this was the racial ability of the Minks Electro. Adish noticed this and sighed; Mei was relatively loyal to him, as he saved her from slavery a few years back.
"Well, Greer...if some people didn't lose faith, then there wouldn't be a problem."
Her head snapped towards Jupiter with a glare before Adish raised his hand. Mei stood back at attention, her hair going down. He didn't want to be reminded of recent problems. He would never want to go through something like that again.
Adish sighed.
"No more talking about that incident. It will never happen again."
Adish placed his hands together as he covered his mouth, his eyes closing before they shot back open.
"Greer, you'll be with my unit during the diversion. There are many cannons inside, so I'll want you hitting as many people as possible from the small window they'll give you."
Adish turned his head to Mei as she pulled a paper from her cleavage.
"We have yet to find any sources on what rank the Marine in charge of G-8 is, so we will need Jupiter's infiltration to plan on the spot on how to deal with him. I'll also be turning a few of our Field Agents into Adish, so too hide him, so no one would know where he is."
Mei finished her explanation as Adish smiled.
"Just a simple mission. After the Marines raided our first base, we needed an Island where they won't think to look. A place in plain sight."
The skypieans gut twisted to the reminder. At first, the feeling was only enough to crack away at the happy facade the Executive had donned. Subtle, but enough to dim the lights in his eyes. This would have been enough until Meis harsh introjection stabbed through him. Her gaze was brief, just enough time to send a burst of emotions through him. Standing up, he slammed his hands to the table and bared his teeth akin to a wild animal.
It was only for Adish stopping her that stopped the man from hurling out a flurry of snarky remarks. Sighing he slid back into his seat with his arms crossed. Pretending to be fiddling with his nails despite wearing gloves, his attention remained on their leader.
“Sounds good to me, orrrrrr we just make the new base me?” He pointed at his chest, snickering at Mei. “There's enough room for us, just don’t mess with my stuff. Though you’d have to pay rent…” Tapping his lip, he pointed the finger out and rubbed his thumb in one fluid motion. “I can give you a Dark Wing discount, though.”
His tone had shifted from the energetic playfulness to a much more passive aggressive one. Frustration boiled under his skin, demanding to be let out. Even in backing off, he couldn’t just not react to how the events were somehow meant to be shoved under the rug. That wasn’t what she deserved, especially for everything she had done for their cause.
Greer had considered a final remark to Mei but knew their position required professionalism. So, they held their tongue, knowing the mission had to come first. Losing personnel and home put them all under a lot of stress. Capturing G-8 was critical; this could be a turning point for the Dark Wing Army. "Risky sight lines and small windows of opportunity. I'll bring my armor-piercing ammunition." Their tone was direct as they returned to their more formal behavior. "Besides leading the charge, what does your role mean in this governor? Should I be prepared to provide personal fire support to give you cover from more than just cannons?"
Greer then turned to hear Jupiter's jests and suggestions. It was amusing, but Greer had to note some points that needed expressing. "It could certainly work, but I'd rather not lose an ally and another base, Mr. Liberio. So, I advise against you taking the role of a forward operations platform." Greer then turned to their cross and stood up from the table. Grabbing the firearm, Greer turned to face the trio. "I will not fail to guide my flock. That is a duty to the god of freedom."
Adish leaned back in his seat as he smiled; he enjoyed Jupiter's antics; it helped lighten the mood. But Greer brought up another point that needed to be addressed.
"I'll be the one they'll target; that's my job. I am the one that draws the most attack. My fruit will allow me to blitz around the field more than you think. My natural durability can shrug off canon fodder, so don't worry too much about me."
He smiled towards Greer before starting up once more. "Besides, you'll have a hard time keeping track of me with Mei making clones of me with here Kone Kone no Mi.
"Adish will be fine, Greer. But keeps communications open with him, on the account, you see something he doesn't."
Mei spoke as if she was his superior, but truthfully, she, Jupiter, and Greer had equal power. But as the one with Adish the most, she got ahead of herself. Thankfully, the one with the most prominent attitude hadn't arrived—Adish's Vice-Governor General. She wasn't there when they lost their first base because of her "I do what I want" mentality, but she seemed the angriest that the Marines had kicked them out of their first base.
That was when someone barged in, the sound of gold ringing about and other jewels as a very short girl stepped into the building; she was the fastest in the room at 5'0 ft tall, but she had an aggressive look in her eyes. At her hip was a sword in its shieth, but what could be seen as a guard with multiple gems, a red, blue, and green gem, with a bronzish handle, while the pommel of the sword had the same blue, red, and green gems embedded in it, with a pure white pearl embedded at the tip of it.
This new arrival crossed her arms as Mei glared; it seemed this was something Mei couldn't tolerate most.
"Congratulations, my subordinates, and Adish; Qiyana has graced you with her presence."
Qiyana was an attractive young woman with tanned skin and shoulder-length white hair that was puffy and soft, looking like a cloud. If you looked, she almost looked like a Lunarian. She had a round face, a button nose, and yellow eyes. She was of short and curvaceous stature that could put idols to shame, with a trim waist, broad hips, and thick thighs.
Her hourglass figure was heavily visible as she wore a blue-green crop top revealing her midriff, detailed in gold, with a loincloth of the same color with black stripes at the end, also with gold, finishing her outfit off with black leggings and a pair of open-toed sandals. She lavishes her appearance with jewelry and makeup, wearing a golden tiara, bracelets on her wrists and upper arms, and a necklace, all inlaid with large green gems. Her eyes are decorated with golden-green eye shadow, and her nails are painted in her signature green.
Qiyana was the 12th Princess of a rather large kingdom, the entire island being nothing but forest, and due to this, only a few even go in deep enough to find her domain the way their people like it. As Qiyana once said, those who find it do not live to speak of it Adish was lucky, and the reason for that was simple. She stepped forward towards Adish and plopped down on his lap, and Aidsh sighed.
"Empress Qiyana is here now, so you may continue, my husband."
It's because Adish agreed to marry her and because Qiyana seemed to like him and seem him as the way to gain the throne of her people. She would use her power, but Adish and the army would liberate her home; strength was the only thing she cared about, as she believed she was the true heir to the throne, even if she was 12th in succession.
Adish meant to tell everyone about her before the attack on their base, so there wasn't any time. This had happened before, and she was still on her home island.
"Let me introduce everyone too...Yunalai Qiyana. 12th Princess-"
"Future Empress."
She cut him off as she looked up at his head, she was evenly half her height, as he was 10'0 ft, and she was 5'0 ft. But she didn't care about something like that and still asserted herself. Her arrogance knew no bounds, even in front of Adish.
"Future Empress of the Axiomata Kingdom. My fiancee..."
"Wife."
She spoke again, but this time, she sat forward, crossed her arms, and closed her eyes as if she were right.
"My Wife, the Vice-Governor General of the Dark Wing Revolution Army."
The room was full of tension, much of it coming from the ever growing frustration in the Executive. This slow push towards being only acknowledged with logic was one he was familiar with. But, layered with his own bottled up emotions it was becoming unbearable. He almost laid out another sharp comment in light of Greer's comment until he was silenced by the entrance of a new face.
Face twitching, his features hardened watching her act, it being enough to prompt Jupiter to start the comment he was going to discard. "Oh, what? Am I that insufferable that you wouldn't want to live with me?" He growled, "Really, it can't be that bad when the rest of our allies are people who would probably laugh if one of us died! Oh, did I say that out loud?" Looking over to the newest member, he gave her a forced smile.
Squeezing his hands together, if looks could kill Jupiter was on track to do just that. In any other circumstance the skypiean would have offered her just the same amount of respect as Adish, but it was blatantly clear how each step further into this discussion was pushing more of his buttons. There was a hint of ferocity in his eyes, as though he'd leap over the table and tackle both of the women himself.
"Judging by how both of you are acting, why don't you two take the frontlines? Oh, or does the superiority complex drop when you realize the Marines don't care how much your clothes cost?" He sassed, rolling his eyes. "Unlike some people I don't particularly give a fuck if you think acting like a bossy bitch is going to get to me. We all have our roles here, and I'm sick and tired of being gawked at like some outsider."
"With all due respect Governor, I will still consider your safety as well as everyone's safety paramount." Greer nodded silently to Mei's order, not taking it personally. It was just a parameter of the mission. Greer seemed to clutch his rifle as what he had silently felt got close. That was when their Vice Governor flung the door open in her sauntering arrival.
Greer turned their concealed head to face the arriving empress. Greer's 'vision' has always been solid, but the way Qiyana presented herself. Both in behavior and presence didn't make it hard to indicate she had been approaching the location. Greer had picked her up about 35 yards from their current hideout. They hadn't met the brazen princess many times before, but Greer had been against the nature of her position to an extent.
Now Qiyana was capable; her upbringing had made her adept at leadership. But her assertion of power and claiming the throne of her own people by marrying their commander put Greer off. To them, the soon-to-be empress was a woman who held loyalties of convenience. If marrying hadn't earned her a seat as the vice governor and empress, would she have affiliated with Adish? Greer couldn't say for sure, but as was typical, nepotism and monarchies tended to insight people into selfish grabs for every increasing spoils and titles. Of course, Greer kept these thoughts to themself. Pissing off, the bratty empress wasn't their objective.
"To what do we owe the pleasure, Vice Governor? I assume our commanding general has already informed you of the plan to raid G-8? That, and I guess you've come with your input to the conver-" Greer was cut off by Jupiter's sharp comments. Hearing their fellow executive speak so outwardly towards their commanders. Even if Greer didn't agree with some of the points made, it was hard for him not to somewhat agree with the spirit of his words. Still, though, he had a duty to uphold. "Jupiter, you still haven't emotionally recovered from recent events. It's become apparent to me that several of us haven't. Secretary, Governor General, myself. We clearly can't ignore what happened."
"I ask you not harshly deject my notion, but it may be best to call an executive recess for time to consolidate. I believe, in some essence, we agree on the actions to be taken toward the operation. So, if it would please you, Governor General, I'd like to talk with Jupiter alone. Secretary, I kindly request Jupiter's remarks not be saved to the hours, but my request for recess does." Greer went about trying to defuse the situation. They expected that Jupiter's comments would not go unanswered, but if Greer could, they would. Approaching Jupiter, the tall ambiguous figure stood astride him. "Jupiter, I request your presence outside."
"Not so fast."
Qiyana stood up on Adish's legs, as his back was now in his face; she was doing it to appear bigger, of course, due to Adishe's large size. She had turned her head towards Jupiter, and she had glared. Her arms crossed as she lifted her head a bit, button nose to the air as she hmphed.
"Honestly, my Husband. Only one of your subordinates seems competent enough to put the mission above all else. And for what, a traitor? If you let your emotions get the best of you, one called Jupiter. Then you don't deserve that position."
Qiyana spoke with a heavy accent, and Adish was about to interject. But she had continued.
"If we were in my Kingdom, you would have lost your tongue by now. But that is not the way of my beloved. If you didn't know, he has laid awake at night recently because of his actions of recently. He sends you behind enemy lines because he thinks highly of your ability; the great Shaocan knows why. While he and the rest of us, make sure they don't know you're there."
Adish grabbed his Wife's hips and placed her back down, which seemed to have her shut up for the time being, a smile forming on her face. While Qiyana was yet to be named heir to the throne, she had been gaining support. Having defeated her eldest sister in ritual combat and took her youngest older sister's territory. Her marriage to Adish was genuine affection and attraction, be it in her weird twisted way on account of her respect for his strength and "genes."
"Jupiter. I care about everyone here; I was prepared to let Kuzha leave with no bad blood between us. I was even ready to give her some funds so she may go into hiding and not be associated with us anymore. No one makes light of what happened that day. We must remember so it may not happen ever again."
"Hmph Saal yun esqu'uña, you should be grateful. My husband speaks of how he took you off that island, don't make him regre-"
"I'll never regret saving Jupiter from that island; don't you ever insinuate that."
Adish said as Qiyana felt his anger from behind her, to which she continued to smile, it would seem the young Princess had a thing for Adish's more aggressive side.
"Well take a recess like Greer suggested. The town is open to everyone, so don't worry. We have the peoples support here."
Mei looked at Greer and nodded towards his request to strike the previous words from the records.
In spite of the gracious retcon of his previous words, Jupiter refused to bottle up his feelings this time. Blood running hot, he refused to look at Greer. "Right, right.." sarcastically he hissed out. His feelings towards this woman only worsened as she pushed forward. Eyes widening to her comment, cut off or not, there was no doubt her final remarks were just enough to crack into the tender memories he bore.
"Why don't you just tell me what I'm supposed to be, huh?" He mumbled, already heading for the door with no intent on waiting for his fellow man until he reached the hallway. Sniffling in the brief solitude, he rubbed his eyes. There were no tears, only a runny nose that frustrated him further with every sniff he took to keep it in.
Sighing, he leaned on the wall with his arms crossed. Watching the towering figure come out, he immediately held a hand out as if to offer him something. However, Jupiter had plans not of an item but a place where they could speak to one another with no restraints.
"About my offer, can you at least look around?"
Greer did not initially trail Jupiter, allowing the young man some space. Instead, they looked to the governing pair. "Thank you, Governor." They were curt, not taking much time to even face the empress. Greer was always hard to read with that box on their face like a veil of secrecy. It was clear, though, that the executive was silently fuming at the disorder of the unit in this instance. But there was someone who needed Greer's attention far more than those who sat at that round table.
Stepping out into the hallway, Greer looked at the extended arm. Knowing what that means, they consider the secluded space for a moment. It was private, with no one to intrude upon their chat. It was a sensible approach for the material the young man likely wanted to discuss. "Jupiter, my statement was meant for your safety, but I'll humor you in this case. Let us have a private discussion. I imagine it will be musing, may haps enlightening." Was that a joke?
Museum of Wolves[]
As simple as a touch, Greer had shifted to a new building. One adorned with delicate design, paintings of old beckoning to visitors. The curator, Jupiter, appearing beside the saint. His gaze was softer, shoulders loosening up to the familiar location- his own sanctuary. With one hand on his hip he began to walk down the hallway, looking back in hopes his coworker would follow.
Warm lights surrounded them, the museum organized in a fashion where they could simply move along and observe the array of items the skypiean had collected over the years. Trinkets, weapons, anything. It was a statement to Jupiter's own interests and impulses. "Greer, what are you going to do with me? I figure this is meant to be a firm warning of my behavior, right?"
He had always been like this, an oxymoron between a thick skin but a soft heart. The latter had always been easier to hide until now. He thought he was getting better, making the connections he needed to follow the dreams he always had, yet it was just not enough. Even in losing the tenseness of his body, he continued to shake. His jaw locked unless he was speaking, face paler than usual.
"Just tell me what you expect me to do, I'll sort it out. This is for freedom." He said in reference to the current mission, his voice wavering at the end. "Freedom of the people, for a world that they deserve.." he ended on a low note. While his words held truth to his own vision, it was clear there was some restraint within them. Something that urged him to only speak of the appealing aspects of his thoughts.
Greer followed alongside their compatriot. Greer had rarely seen their current landscape. The walls were lined with trophies, and trinket's from the young man's travels. Greer had collected much insight from their time reflecting, but to keep what could be considered a treasure trove of knowledge and artifacts was another matter. The halls were relaxing as the warm lights reflected on the metallic trim of Greer's headcase. It was a shame Greer could only see the world through their haki, refusing to remove their headcase. A mask of guilt and an oath to serve the world without notion or praise. It had been so long since their eyes had seen the world beyond the dark cradle of their box.
Listening to Jupiter's questions, Greer's body language tensed. Greer had to consider their words carefully, as their goal was not to punish the young man, not without cause and strong evidence for such a punitive judgment. Greer slowly released their tension as they stopped in place to clear their throat. "Mr. Liberio, what you did directly opposed our governor. While I'm not one for silencing others' thoughts, descent in our ranks could spell the complete collapse of our cohesion as an army. More importantly, at least with our vice governor, you've made yourself a target of suspicion. It may mean little to you, and I will not judge you for the views of your co-workers. But, Adish can only justify things for so long. All of us can only protect each other so much. More importantly, Mr. Liberio, I don't want to see you on the other side of my workspace." What Greer meant was their one on one room. Greer tried not to make it sound morbid, but it was an interrogation room.
"Jupiter, the last thing I want to see is a young man like you hurt, especially over something as trivial as a disagreement. You comprehend everything I just said; you aren't a kid. Now let's get to the root of this issue. Jupiter, please talk to me about what's on your mind. That's what I want you to do." The notion of doing things for freedom made Greer sigh. "Jupiter, I appreciate your conviction, but the world also includes your liberty. I want you to be able to walk away from this bloodshed one day. You can't put everyone before yourself. Guilt and obligation are what fuel the beast of burden. You can't allow those volatile emotions to be bottled, so I request you speak your truth, my friend."
He took a sharp inhale at the truth, knowing Greer only meant well. But Jupiter felt it pound in his chest, that vicious taunt that this was not something he deserved. A smack to the head would have felt more natural than his words. Each of them were met with uncanny silence, the Executive finding the need to hold back on his intrusive thoughts to each statement. His fangs were bared, an animal ready to lunge for the throat. He knew it wasn’t deserved, he knew that it was unnecessary too, so why did he even bother considering it at all?
His truth, held hostage by his anguished emotions, erupted from him in disjointed bursts, the words stumbling out of his mouth much like a child. "What good does that do?" he pleaded, his voice cracked and hoarse, heavy with the weight of his erratic emotions. "I'm the man left grieving a traitor. If anything, doesn't that mean I'm next on the chopping block?" The desperation in his voice was palpable, his body trembling with a vulnerability that he tried to conceal but ultimately failed.
Jupiter's hand rose to gesture towards himself, his fingers trembling uncontrollably. His eyes, filled with an unshed sea of tears, begging for Greer to understand. The weight of his existence, his purpose, threatened to crush him entirely, making him wonder if he would receive a fate worse than death for being his honest self.
Even in their private space, he began to feel like he was being watched. Something about this was just too perfect, too directed for him to not be put on display. Not even in a high for his ego, but the devastating shame that came with how he was articulating himself. This wasn’t how someone of his position should be, he shouldn’t have even cared. Such a thing made him grow quiet, pondering if he was even suitable for the role to begin with.
Greer couldn't see the fracturing desperation in Jupiter's body language. But he could feel clawing and almost feral frustration radiating off the young man. Its energy was sobering as Greer took a step back. Greer had faith in Jupiter, but their body was reactive in its primal nature. As Greer stood several paces from Jupiter, they listened to Jupiter clench on every mumble and shriek. Greer was conflicted; they had a duty to the army. But, after what had happened, Greer was tired. The army had lost an executive/friend, become a scattered mess, and was rebuilding. Indeed, things were looking up with the restructure and their mission.
However, Greer still hung on to the fact that the death of friend had happened. Greer hadn't been the closest to Kuhza, but they took no joy in her death. She was an excellent scholar and someone Greer missed chatting with. Jupiter's desperate howls rang through the minister's ears as Greer stood unflinching. For what felt like minutes, Greer stood in silence. They tried to find the right words, but Greer was speechless. Greer's feet felt heavy, moving up to Jupiter as each step echoed off the hardwood floor. They came inches from Jupiter as Greer stood over his fellow executive.
Greer's faceless head tilted down to look into Jupiter's eyes. Breaking the silence, Greer placed a hand on Jupiter's shoulder. "To grieve is natural. Who would I be to be judge and executioner to someone who is only processing the loss of a friend? I'd be a hypocrite. We all grieve and process differently. I hope others can come to see that." Greer contemplated their own grieving. But locked those thoughts in the back of their mind. It wasn't the right time.
"Please take some deep breaths, my friend. I can't speak for others, but I don't believe in the god of freedom, or I could condone such a punishment. But more importantly, Jupiter. Your duties should not define you. I don't know everything, I can't say I know what's best for you. But Jupiter, if there are burdens you bear because you feel you must. Then please let others lighten that load. You're more than an executive or a saved son. You are Jupiter, a young man deserving of love." Greer trailed off, noting they may have gotten lost in their speech, and stepped back. Removing their hand from Jupiter's shoulder. "Please, if you have more to say, do so. But only if you want to."
Touch alone was enough to make Jupiter nigh rip out of his own skin, his breathing steady but rapid. Those words were lies, surely they had to be. A poor man's hope that could only be concocted by someone who was used to pulling the truth out like a loose thread. He knew this, he swore he did, and yet he swallowed it whole with the deep breaths that Greer had so gently requested he pull in.
Greer had never done anything bad to him, so why was he so scared right now? His body couldn’t stop shaking even if he wanted it to. His hands to his chest his mouth opened and closed, letting out only old air. There was no denying him now, but what came next left even the Executive shocked.
“BUT THEY HAVE TO! My duties are who I am. My job is what I am. Without Adish I would be nothing- a feral child wandering the snowy lands, a slave to a cause, or-..or dead.” Shuddering, his hairs rose at the very thought. Where would he be now? What if he hadn’t gone down that trail?
Spiraling, his knees began to buckle, only saved by slamming a hand to the museum wall. “And even that, you know, begs the question…am I even your friend? His friend? Or am I just a coworker? Do you even know me, Greer? Do you know what I like besides the obvious?” Forcing on a smile, he began to cackle, the water pools in his eyes now sprouting out to the waterfalls that had been so fierce contained.
“Maybe the stupidly funny act isn’t working, do you think people would like me more if I was quiet? Just the tool I was bred to be? Maybe if I was her death wouldn’t be doing this to me..” Clenching his chest, he pressed against the wall. “I’d just be doing my job, and she would just be the casualty..Doesn’t that sound better for this army, Greer?” Becoming repetitive, the descent into his madness had only worsened. This demanding pull between being loved for himself or loved for his duty, he just couldn’t break out of it. All he could do now was stand in horror, entranced by the vicious loop he had become a part of.
Greer listened with a careful and solemn silence as Jupiter was breaking down. They contemplated their approach to the crumbling executive. There was a truth to Jupiter's desperate questions. "Jupiter, I want to say that I've always considered you someone I care for. That is true, but Jupiter, I know my position means that I can't create deep bonds that my occupation won't influence. So no, Mr. Liberio, we aren't truly friends in a profound way, and I don't know you as well as I wish. But I want to see the best for you, even if it conflicts with my responsibilities. That's my point Jupiter. I have my duties, but they do not define me. I may be in debt to Adish as he gave me a purpose from my wandering pilgrimage. But, I believe it is against the inherent meaning of our goals to be fettered in locks forged from words and obligations." Greer's stance straightened as he offered something to Jupiter, his massive weapon to prop himself on. "Please use the cross I bear to lighten your load. Mr. Liberio, no Jupiter; your duties are what define you? No, I can't believe that. I'm saying this to stir your fear, but Adish should not be your life purpose. He may have improved your life, but that does not mean you should live by his expectations, friend or not."
There was another pause as Greer's chest tightened as they processed and exhaled at Jupiter's further questions. The minister's tone had been severe but considerate. They wanted the best for Jupiter, but Greer couldn't deny that despite being confessional to the feelings of so many souls, Greer's guilt for Jupiter choked them up. "Jupiter, if you were to become a tool, you would not be Jupiter, and refusing your existence will not make the pain disappear. We wouldn't be better for it. You aren't the whole army, Jupiter. Maybe we forget that and put a lot on you, but that's not ok. Jupiter, we can't change or present, but tell me what you want now? What do you want to see in your future?"
Jupiter felt his emotions surge through him as he listened to Greer's words. The honesty and sincerity in Greer's confession touched him deeply, but he couldn’t help but continue to be overwhelmed by the situation. Greer cared for him, yet the nature of their roles meant there were limits to how close they could truly be. It was a bittersweet realization, but it also brought some comfort to know that Greer genuinely wanted the best for him.
Using the cross Greer offered, Jupiter steadied himself, feeling the weight of the gesture both literally and metaphorically. He took a deep breath, trying to collect his thoughts amidst the chaos in his mind and heart.
"Greer.." Jupiter began, his voice still quivering. "I get it- the constraints of our positions, and I don't blame you for that. It means a lot to know that you still care for me, but I don’t think you get how much this just..kills me."
Jupiter's mind was still grappling with the idea that he didn't have to be defined solely by his duties and obligations to Adish. Greer's words had struck a chord, and he wanted to believe that he could find his own purpose beyond the path he had been set on.
"But, my future," Jupiter continued, "I wish I had a clear answer. I've been so consumed by my duties and my loyalty that I've lost sight of what truly matters to me. I want to feel like I'm more than just a tool serving a purpose. I want to find meaning in my own existence, to pursue my desires and passions without the weight of obligations suffocating me."
Jupiter's gaze became distant as he allowed himself to dream, even for just a moment. "I want to explore the world beyond the confines of my duties. I want to learn new things, experience life in its entirety, and maybe, just maybe, find love. I want to feel like I have a choice in how I live, rather than being tied to a predetermined fate."
He turned his attention back to Greer, his eyes locking with theirs. "But I'm scared, Greer. I'm scared of disappointing the Army, of failing in my duties, and of losing the only purpose I've ever known. It's a daunting path to choose, but I don't want to be a prisoner of my fears anymore. I want to discover who I am beyond my role as an executive."
Greer adjusted their posture, adjusting to the loss of their cross. Hearing Jupiter out, Greer continued to be an advisor and ear to the younger executive. Greer appreciated Jupiter's understanding of the bittersweet line the pair had to tow. You can only get so close to someone whose purpose is to inspect, report, and uphold the security and laws of the Army. For Greer having to put their work above the bonds of others was exhausting, but it was the price of guilt. Guilt for many things and, most of all, never getting to say goodbye to their now-dead comrade. But that was a feeling Greer kept to themself as all attention fell back to Jupiter.
"Well, Jupiter, I can't tell you when the right time is, but maybe you need to take your own pilgrimage. It put a lot of things into perspective for me. If you don't know where to start, maybe getting out in the world is the first step. I don't know what that'll mean for Adish, the Army, or me. That isn't the thing that matters, though. If what you say is true, then seeing the world is the path and purpose you've wanted to take for quite some time. Jupiter, one can have meaning to themself alone, as long as you have a dream or a drive, that is the fire that shall burn the pyre of your desires. Such a flame can rage with the sun's intensity, but only if you feed it and hold it close."
Greer stated, going off on another speech. The minister meant it in their heart; it was a lesson they had learned once before. "Jupiter, if you want to leave or stew on this, that is up to you. I can not be the person to make such a decision. But I know that even if you were to leave, you should never step back. Regrets are human, but the Army will fight if those under its creed don't lose hope." Greer had to consider their words carefully. Greer knew Adish intended big things for Jupiter in this upcoming operation. Jupiter was an essential piece in this game of chess. But was it worth watching another soul break under pressure? The question ran on a loop in Greer's mind. But in the end, what was said was all that mattered. They had put the life of one over the whole. If Greer's judgment had been wrong, then they'd accept it. Greer crosses the floor to Jupiter. "Mr. Liberio, free yourself from the shackles of roles. Seek your own truth, and you shall live knowing you found yourself. I will be proud of your choice no matter what."
Jupiter took a moment to absorb Greer's words, their advice sinking in. The idea of embarking on his own journey, seeking his own truth and purpose beyond the confines of the Army, both excited and frightened him. It was a leap into the unknown, and he couldn't predict where this path would lead him. But something inside him yearned for that freedom, to break away from the same old he had grown used to.
After some hesitation and contemplation, Jupiter made up his mind. "Greer, I... I think you're right. I need to do this, for myself," he said, clenching his fists. "I've been torn between my duties and my own desires for too long. It's been eating away at me, and I can't keep going like this."
Taking a breath to manage the thumping that remained throughout his body he knew he had to tell Greer the whole truth. "Since the incident I feel like even if I forced myself to stay I couldn't be who I need to be for the army. It wouldn't be fair to any of you, I know that."
The thought of leaving the only people he had known, his comrades and the familiarity of the Army, pained Jupiter's heart. He had built bonds with his fellow people, and the idea of parting ways was painful. Yet, all he could do was hope they would understand and support his decision to find his own path.
With a nod, he finally looked directly at Greer. Newfound joy shined in his eyes, something that had been once lost long ago. "I'm going to do it. I'm going to leave the Army and seek my own truth. It hurts, but I feel like it's the right thing for me," he declared. With a shakey breath, he snapped his fingers. Upon doing so, the area around them began to shift. From a hallway to a doorway he placed his hand on the knob, smiling at Greer.
"You'll be there with me, right? To tell them?"
Greer listened, softening their hidden expression. There was a contradicting relief in the minister's heart. They had done what their heartfelt was just. But Greer also knew what Jupiter's feelings meant. "Of course, Jupiter. I'll be there for you. I would be a hypocrite if I didn't uphold my ideals." Greer helped support Jupiter. "Mr. Liberio, I think it's time we return. It is time for your to speak your truth. I shall do my best to justify your actions and stand by my guidance." Walking alongside Jupiter, he headed backward, honestly unsure where the exit was.
Giving a final nod, Jupiter opened the doors that shone a bright light that beckoned them to return. "Then come on, we have no time to waste."
Headfirst for Halos[]
As the door opened from within, one executive popped out while another shuddered back into the living world. Taking a sharp inhale, he blinked over to Greer with a smile already forming. A new sense of invigoration had overcome the boy, willing to use such energy to put his foot forward and push aside the anxiety that had stuck itself in his gut.
“Come on!” He chirped, pulling the tall individual along as they swiftly made their way back to the meeting room. Leaning against the doorframe before pulling the door open, he tried to ignore the presence of the two women who he had bickered with not long ago.
Away from Greers grasp, he clasped his hands together in anticipation. Moving around the table he remained focused on his leader, sweat forming and breath struggling to be silenced despite his optimism.”We are done talking, if recess is over I have an announcement to make in light of current events.”
As suspense built up, his throat was already tightening up. It was a lot, even if he wanted to deny it. At the very least, all he could do was keep the mood up and hope others would follow.
Greer followed, hoisting their cross up onto their shoulder. Calculating a delicate plan, Greer was focused on the discussion. Jupiter's cheerfulness brought relief; seeing the young man with such esurance was nice. Still, it would feel like the weight of Greer's cross had doubled upon entering the room. Returning to their seat, Greer straightened up like a statue; their head was dead on with Addish and the Vice Governor. "Hello, Governor, Vice Governor. Mr. Liberio and I had a rather productive talk. Mr. Liberio has come to a form of self-enlightenment, and I hope you'll hear him out."