18-11-2025, 09:40 PM
9:47, 29 August 5688, temporary office for diplomatic envoys from Wrnuke, liberated Yishelem, Free State of Amudim.
A very rapid knock on the door was followed by it swinging open before she could even answer. An out of breath military officer stumbled in, he took only half a second to catch it before gesturing down the stairs. "Ma'am- ma'am.. You.. you have to come outside, important- you have to see-" The man struggled to get the words out, he was a young Major with a good tan, presumably one of the ones that had been in the field here for months helping the rebels. She wondered what could prompt such a response as she hurried downstairs. Outside she took a second to get used to the very bright late August sun, but once she could see again she saw a small motorcade, one Jelbic military vehicle, two blacked out SUV's and one car she did not recognise. Out of one of the SUV's stepped a slender figure wearing a linen shirt, black aviator sunglasses, a gold watch and a set of faded military trousers. She winced at the sight, a tourist. Not a real one, but one of those RSB agents that always showed up everywhere to mess things up.
"Afternoon, miss Brnas, may I see your identification card, please?" While she fiddled her card and raised it at him she voiced her discontent. "What is this about? We need this office to help the locals establish a new constitution, to set up an embassy, I need to meet with Tzafrir and four rebel commanders in an hour, so you better know what you are interru-" After checking the card he raised his hands to urge her to stop speaking. "Please, this is better than anything you have on your schedule, I promise you, from the depths of my heart." She rolled her eyes, not convinced. He leaned forwards. "Since we are pressed for time I will debrief you here. My superiors have led me to believe you are fully in the loop on Operation Restoration, yes?" She nodded, becoming intrigued. "In this car I have some great news.. and some bad news." She swallowed, looked up at him and dared to ask. "The reason for us halting the offensive, it is true isn't it?" For a moment he seemed taken aback that she knew the true reason for the emergency meetings and ceasefire, then he regained his composure. "It is better than that. Or worse. Follow me." He walked over to the SUV and opened the door. "Please, miss Brnas, step inside."
Again her eyes had to adjust to the dark car. As she sat down the door behind her was slammed shut, as the RSB agent took up the front passenger seat shortly after. Next to him was a woman who looked familiar and it took a while for the connection to click. As it did, her eyes widened. "Yes, I am President Schuhbeck, or that is who you know me as. My birthname is Anne-Marie Kadiyot, the last of my family." She looked shocked and bewildered, then turned around to speak to the RSB agent who could barely contain his smirk. "You did not tell her?!" He let out a laugh. "No- no, I did not. I saved that part for you." She turned back around and grabbed one of Schuhbeck's--Kadiyot's hands. "Madam President.. you.. you are not the last Kadiyot. We are working with your family to restore the Homeland." Anne-Marie's mouth fell open and she turned pale. The RSB agent broke up the moment between them. "Miss Brnas, there is one more thing, look in that safety container next to her.
Kadiyot was too shocked to even speak up or struggle against the black plastic box being taken, as Debra Brnas opened the box she was met with an astounding sight. A thousand colours, a surrealistic glitter, dozens of perfectly cut angles and a shine that would last a million years. "Impossible.." She muttered. In her lap was the Eight Gem known as the Thaller Gem.
A very rapid knock on the door was followed by it swinging open before she could even answer. An out of breath military officer stumbled in, he took only half a second to catch it before gesturing down the stairs. "Ma'am- ma'am.. You.. you have to come outside, important- you have to see-" The man struggled to get the words out, he was a young Major with a good tan, presumably one of the ones that had been in the field here for months helping the rebels. She wondered what could prompt such a response as she hurried downstairs. Outside she took a second to get used to the very bright late August sun, but once she could see again she saw a small motorcade, one Jelbic military vehicle, two blacked out SUV's and one car she did not recognise. Out of one of the SUV's stepped a slender figure wearing a linen shirt, black aviator sunglasses, a gold watch and a set of faded military trousers. She winced at the sight, a tourist. Not a real one, but one of those RSB agents that always showed up everywhere to mess things up.
"Afternoon, miss Brnas, may I see your identification card, please?" While she fiddled her card and raised it at him she voiced her discontent. "What is this about? We need this office to help the locals establish a new constitution, to set up an embassy, I need to meet with Tzafrir and four rebel commanders in an hour, so you better know what you are interru-" After checking the card he raised his hands to urge her to stop speaking. "Please, this is better than anything you have on your schedule, I promise you, from the depths of my heart." She rolled her eyes, not convinced. He leaned forwards. "Since we are pressed for time I will debrief you here. My superiors have led me to believe you are fully in the loop on Operation Restoration, yes?" She nodded, becoming intrigued. "In this car I have some great news.. and some bad news." She swallowed, looked up at him and dared to ask. "The reason for us halting the offensive, it is true isn't it?" For a moment he seemed taken aback that she knew the true reason for the emergency meetings and ceasefire, then he regained his composure. "It is better than that. Or worse. Follow me." He walked over to the SUV and opened the door. "Please, miss Brnas, step inside."
Again her eyes had to adjust to the dark car. As she sat down the door behind her was slammed shut, as the RSB agent took up the front passenger seat shortly after. Next to him was a woman who looked familiar and it took a while for the connection to click. As it did, her eyes widened. "Yes, I am President Schuhbeck, or that is who you know me as. My birthname is Anne-Marie Kadiyot, the last of my family." She looked shocked and bewildered, then turned around to speak to the RSB agent who could barely contain his smirk. "You did not tell her?!" He let out a laugh. "No- no, I did not. I saved that part for you." She turned back around and grabbed one of Schuhbeck's--Kadiyot's hands. "Madam President.. you.. you are not the last Kadiyot. We are working with your family to restore the Homeland." Anne-Marie's mouth fell open and she turned pale. The RSB agent broke up the moment between them. "Miss Brnas, there is one more thing, look in that safety container next to her.
Kadiyot was too shocked to even speak up or struggle against the black plastic box being taken, as Debra Brnas opened the box she was met with an astounding sight. A thousand colours, a surrealistic glitter, dozens of perfectly cut angles and a shine that would last a million years. "Impossible.." She muttered. In her lap was the Eight Gem known as the Thaller Gem.