Spoiler: Telepathy Roll D100: 57+15=72 (Pass) Reaching forth, Vizelle manages to snag a few details. The young woman in front of her, her real name Iona, is a spy from the Northern Empire, one of the three great human empires. She was embedded in the military to gain information for a few years, before receiving her orders to take part in the plot with the xenos, transferring to the Logistics Corps to seduce an important officer and make sure that the shipment was delivered to the fleet and space station. Vizelle gets the impression that Iona wasn't aware of what the cargo was. "I-uh..." The young woman blushes. "We're given some slack in the logistics corps, sir. You, uh, want to ask me some questions? May I ask what about?" Looking at her, Xavier doesn't see anything of note on her person.
'I see,' Xavier chuckled, 'You certainly chose and eye-catching design for yours.' 'Oh, just a few questions about some misplaced shipments and a fellow officer who turned up dead,' Xavier said, 'If you would follow us, please.'
Vizelle shares the information with Xavier via telepathy, but otherwise remains silent as she focuses on recovering from her headache.
"There was an active trap inside her mind." She says loudly, for the information of her subordinates. "A fortified area... Monitor me." She says shortly, before assaulting the cluster with all of her might.
Eanne allowed her dress to fall down and stood in front of Amara wearing just her wet panties and her white stockings. “Do you like what you see?” She asked with a seductive smile as she crossed her hands behind her back and thrust her large breasts forward. “I think you're a bit overdressed. Let me help you with that...” She moved closer and reached with her hands to undress the officer.
"I-uh, didn't mean to offend with my choice of clothes." She looks between the two of them, and then the marines. Spoiler: Bolt Roll 34 "Very well." She puts the sword down and follows.
'I don't think it's offensive, just very distracting,' Xavier said, 'Come along then.' Heading back to the shuttle, Xavier sat down opposite the woman, with Vizelle near them, 'Now, you and I both know you are a Northern Imperial spy and you are involved in the plot to destroy my ship and kill me in the process. Question is, how far are you willing to go to save your own bum?'
Spoiler: Telepathy Roll D100: 76 (Pass) "Trap? What?" Vera looks even more confused. Heading again into Vera's mind, she finds that the nun still hasn't tried to resist, meaning that she quickly finds the blocked memories. Pressing forth, she manages to break through the psionic barricades, and suddenly she feels herself in Vera's body as she relives the memories. "Damn you! You think I'll betray my order? I'd rather die, whore!" Vera's voice cries out loudly. It takes Elena a second to get used to the first person view, but soon enough, she acclimatises. Looking around, she sees that the memory is taking place in the Imperial Palace of Constantinopolis Secondus. Elena feels phantom pain, as Vera tries to bite her own tongue and die rather than continue to be a captive. "Damn it, stop her!" A female voice calls out, and two imperial guardsmen grab Vera and stop her from killing herself. "Nice try." The female voice chuckles. "No, I don't think you'll betray the order. Not willingly, at least. Don't worry about a thing, you won't remember it, dear." The source of the voice walks in front of Vera, and Elena sees that it's Ingrid, the emperor's personal confessor. "Nothing personal, of course. It's just that your mistress is in danger of getting between me and his majesty. She has to be...removed. Her, and the other priestess on the council." She puts a hand on Vera's head. "Like I said, don't feel bad. Even after you've sent your sister superior to her death, you won't have any idea that you were the traitor." She grins, as her hand begins to glow. Elena's mind kicks her out of the memory after that. What follows is an incredibly painful psionic brainwashing, which Elena's subconscious has no desire whatsoever to endure.
Amara lets the uniform be removed from her body, revealing her curves, contained only in a set of athletic underwear. "Oh, I certainly do." Amara gropes Eanne's breasts, squeezing her nipples. "This might be adequate recompense for what happened at dinner."
Iona, for what it's worth, does a good job of pretending to be unaffected. "What?" She shakes her head. "I don't know what you're talking about. You must have the wrong person."
Eanne let out a moan of pleasure as Amara played with her breasts. “Oh, my, you really are as hot as I expected...” She reached with one hand to squeeze of the officer's large breasts while her other hand started rubbing Amara's slit through her underwear.
'I don't have the wrong person, Iona, I'm quite certain of that,' Xavier chuckled, 'Sleeping with a man to get shipments changed may be a smaller transgression. But those shipments harbouring bloodthirsty aliens, bred and brainwashed right under the capital... that's a bit more grave. Not to mention then murdering the officer you seduced to silence him.'
{nice long post} Elena winced as she exited the woman's head. She looked at Vera, the woman seemed to be reliving the entire event. It was good. The conditioning of their order stayed a secret. It was unbroken. "She was brainwashed into doing what she done." Elena said, motioning for the interrogators to stand down. For a long moment, she considered what should be done. She considered staying silent or assassinating Ingrid... or even taking control of her... but in the end decided against it. She was too dangerous and her actions would only destabilize the Empire. For now, she would keep her silence about the matter... "Officially, Vera died during the interrogation. Hide her and keep her imprisoned. Do not change her memories or conditioning. She will be presented to the Emperor as proof." She turned and left the room, making her way to the bridge. For a moment she toyed with an idea of sending a warning about the plot to other priestesses... She frowned. The priestesses were responsible for the betterment of the Empire and it's stability, thus the prosperity of the Jade order. Their death would set Jade order back. Elena turned to her room and sent a heavily encrypted message to the capital. Each of the priestesses will be approached by her agent in incognito, and be given a warning about the plot and danger to their lives by brainwashed agents. She withheld the information about whom is the responsible party. With that done, she made her way to the bridge to check on the Admiral.
"Then I shall be off to start working on my end of the bargain," Hersilla replies with a nod as she stands and gives the dock working woman a courtly curtsy, "Thank you for being so reasonable. Hopefully, both our superiors will be willing to act in the same spirit."
Yannika beckoned the men to follow her and she returned to stage in the auditorium. "Men!" she began. "Our task is clear. The sorcerer Xenephon has seized control of this world. We must take it back. Then we must liberate the noble priestess Barra from whatever dark fate may have befallen her. Once we are done and our task complete I will pay homage to the gods and welcome any who wish to join me! Now, let's go save your world!"
"I'm not just good looks." She grins. "I have the skills to back it up, too." She presses a finger inside Eanne, quickly finding and stroking the noble's g-spot. "You came here for business, but I get the feeling you're more interested in this..." She reaches around with her other hand to slap Eanne's ass playfully.
Vera looks up at Elena after a few moments. "I'm so sorry, sister superior... I messed up, foolishly let myself get captured, and you could have been killed because of it." Already kneeling, she bows her head penitently. "Please forgive me..." The Jade Order interrogators indicate that they'll carry out Elena's orders. She finds the admiral in the nearby war room, a darkened space with a holographic table in the center, used for displaying combat information. "Ah, sister. Any news?" He looks up as she approaches.
