Elena bowed her head. "As you command, my Emperor." With that, she turned and left. As she walked to the communication she wondered about Yannika's swift joining the Emperor. She shook her head as she entered the communication centre. "Priority call, to the Empress Dowager." She ordered the officers there.
He pulls out of her, reluctantly. "I think I'd rather stay here, but yes, you're right." He stuffs his cock back into his pants. "Lead the way."
"I never turn down free food." She gives a pleasant sounding giggle. "Lunch sounds lovely. I can't wait to see what you have to eat." She returns the smile. "And then we can talk business." Her smile falters a little bit at that latter topic.
"Mm. If we succeed, there'll be more chances for this." Vizelle grins, standing up and using her psionic to clean herself up. "Let's go to the palace then." The sorceress nods, Our story will be as I said. You have always been my informant, and the reason you couldn't inform me about the assassination attempt on his Majesty's life, is because Kratt Vile has been watching you, preventing you from doing any covert operations. She sent a telepathic message to Jett as they made their way to the palace.
He nods and follows her. Order is beginning to be restored to the streets of the capital, as Vizelle and Jett head towards the palace. They're met in the command center by Hersillia, who, as usual, is barking orders. "Who's this?" She glances at Jett.
"He is my spy within the Cold Moon syndicate. And he has dire news..." Vizelle said, letting Jett give his "report" along with the excuse on why said report was late.
"Unfortunately, no. The Cold Moon may be criminals. But they are far from common." Vizelle replied, "They are a powerful syndicate reaching into numerous planets, and systems. And I too had the displeasure of encountering them, after one of their lieutenants tried to spy on my latest mission."
"Right." Hersillia sighs. "I'll have to wait for Carius to get back - Sister Elena found him, but when he does, I'm guessing we're going to make a move against this 'Cold Moon'.
"Ah, the Emperor has been found. Wonderful." Vizelle said with a bow, "Very well, but if I may. I would like to lead this attack myself." She said with a smile.
Hersillia nods. "You're the one who's interacted with them before, so I don't see why not." She looks to a scribe, having them record her words. "I give you leave to deal with the traitors by whatever means you see as necessary."
"Thank you. I will send word the moment an opportunity to clean them out in one fell swoop arises.' Vizelle bows again, turning around as she leaves with Jett. Now then, how about you make that meeting with Kratt?
"Hmm. Let's go with his headquarters. I'm going to make a show in front of all his subordinates after all." Vizelle grins, "Let's just say I'm someone you want questioned." She licks her lips, confident in her upcoming victory.
"Empress Dowager." Elena greeted the woman, carefully observing her reaction. "I have recovered the Emperor. He was wounded, and is making recovery, but is alive and of sound mind." She reported, carefully looking at the woman's reaction.
"Hmm. Fine." Vizelle sighed, deciding to return to her home base with Jett in tow. She takes Rikkert, and Alexandros with her. "There, two of my battle ready students. This should be enough, unless you know something about his equipment that I don't?"
"No, I don't assume that I do." He shakes his head, as the two warrior sorcerers sneer. "Alright, then, let's go. I warn you, though, his home is far from pleasant." Moving through the slums of the district, Vizelle and company find themselves in front of a huge megabuilding, housing thousands of poverty stricken souls, as well as Vile's operation. Heading through the main doors, they see a wide courtyard filled with people and stalls, an ad hoc market, and stairs and elevators leading up to the top. "Vile's in the penthouse, of course." Jett explains. "Oh, and watch your step." He stops Vizelle from stepping in a pile of goo, which upon further inspection is a human body, thrown hundreds of floors to splatter against the ground.
