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Kronedegor was a desolate, forbidden prison world that caused a noticeable tinge to every Coalition citizen whenever one heard of its name. Looking over the table across from him the Federal Bureau official put the tablet device down in front of him and looked at a small carrying case for the piece of machinery. “Alright then, Oria. It is alright if I call you Oria?”

“Well … to be honest right now that really doesn’t matter. Crimes against Peace in the Garden is a very serious offence.” Etching a finger over one of the icons on the tablet device he looked down to a digital readout. “You have been sentenced to exile, the war’s over. We’ve won. Your Aschen, haven’t. There’s a new state in Aschen space now. A democracy.”

“And you, will be going to Kronedegor. You will be interned on the continent of Itperia under the charge of the Western Forces … with that out of the way, though” He stopped idly and rubbed a hand against his nose, sighing as he activated a small audio recorder built in to the tablet device.

“This time here now will be for your explanation and pre-confinement debriefing. You are aware you have been sentenced for actions during the Galactic War that have given rise to your individual criminal responsibility, correct?”

Staring rather boredly at the person, she rolled her eyes and said, "Yada yada yada, I am imprisoned because your people are hopeless jackasses who can't handle one woman screwing their shit up. I am so ashamed of what I done, oh please forgive me." with that she began to cackle, before testing the cuffs holding her, and going on, "Let's see assasinating a general, check, murdering an official, check, almost taking control of your entire weapons program, check, burning down about ten different embassies while people were inside, checkaroony... Hmm, am I missing any, you want their names, you want to know how the general and I made naughty eyes at one another? Would you like to know how I gave him a proper smile? believe me I got all the time in the world, whatever happens, you guys won't keep me long, not Valeria or what was it you called me? I felt it had such a powerful emotion, your media really know how to stir the crowd up. So what was my name again for them?"

“The Balko Butcher, quite a surprise for most people to come home from the weekend after having to leave their homes because of Aschen bombing raids to see you on the screen.” He remarked dryly and the official locked his hands together making a stone’s appearance until he continued. “Unlike your kind though, we understand when we are inappropriate to observe the … proper dispense of justice.”

“Which, is why you are being sent to Kronedegor. There is a planet the Aschen call Hadante, and there is where our two are alike, deep down inside we know that evil like you is only stopped with other evil.” He said coldly before a carton of cigarettes was produced from his pocket and he pulled on for himself while gingerly tossing one down on to the table in front of her. “And we both know that somehow, some way, people like you will always end up in places like Kronedegor, or Hadante.”

“Here though, I don’t need to know their names. That’s the job of the government, the faceless organization the Empire died trying to overcome. What you need to know is that, no matter what you do. How you escape from Kronedegor, where you escape to, there will be nothing for you. Your people are no longer ignorant sheep hiding behind and following madness that controls people like you.”

She smirked and merely replied, "Loyalty is something you will never understand, it does not dies, it does not rot, it lingers on and on. I promise you though, your test in Democracy will fail as will your attempt to curb our people, this is merely just a charade and you will learn in due course. I am Oria Kenton you are bueracrat who thinks himself big. The Divine Shadow is forever, you are a puny human who shall die before the Empire is down for good." she then added with a quick smirk, "Your daughter did scream by the way as I removed each of her fingers, it was rather delightful to watch."

“Until your kind realises a government is a tool of the people rather than people using others as tools, you’re right, democracy will fail.” He replied calmly to her, though his voice took an underlying anger. “Unfortunately for you though none of the people you murdered in cold blood contribute to the victory your government threw billions of it’s own kind into a meat grinder for … but then there’s this.” He said, holding a cigarette in one hand while the other activated an imagery tab on the device.

Suddenly the pictures of Aschen rioting in the streets sprang to life, in a juxtaexposed window a massive explosion rocked the skyline of Caprica city, in another a starship broke apart in the air over Caprica before falling to the ground in a furious red explosion. “You’ve all brought yourselves to the brink of annihilation in the name of authoritarianism and fascism -- and now after all of this it’s still more of you that are dying than us, whatever you wanted you brought it upon yourselves.”

“You’ll be leaving for Kronedegor within the week, in the meantime you will be interned at the nearby penal base … you are aware of the ITDM I assume? Local conscripts looking for something to stick a knife in more than collect a paycheck really, so I think you’ll be getting along finely.”

"Savor the victory UCON scum, it will make all the more beautiful when we come back and glass your entire system, oh yes it will be gorgeous." with that she laughed cruelly before carrying on, "Your mistake is thinking you keep us all imprisoned and do nothing, you will learn. If not due to me, but you will learn and in time your former Confederacy shall become a jewel in our rising empire, I promise you that. This so-called victory is pyrric in nature."

“Where you’re going, you’ll see the fruits of what your victory would entail.” He remarked before raising from the chair, a sound coming through an audio as the official took the tablet from the table and turned away.

“She’s ready for transfer. Move her, now.” The speakers ordered harshly and the door opened to two black clad, masked soldiers with assault weaponry slung over their shoulder. The first soldier stood by the door, saluting briefly to the official as he left while the other took a handheld trigger from his pocket, pressing one button and disabling the magnetic lock keeping her hands bound to the table.

“Time to move, Three Thirty Six. Your sorry ass is off to the Crackden.”

Standing up she nodded and simply remarked, "Toodles, let me know how your daughter feels about being unable to hold anything now." turning away she started following the soldier only saying, "We are off see the Wizard, the Wonderful Wizard of Oz..."