Description
Height: 5' 5"
Weight: 139lbs
Personality
Rebekah is witty, sarcastic, and skornful, eager to ignite other's tempers. She's a tease, making sport out of infuriating men. She'll blow you a kiss, make you want to throttle her, and leave you dazzled, all in one meeting.
Equipment
Electrokinetic
Rebekah wields the power of lightning with her mind. She can unleash powerful bolts of psychic electricity, and can control the ambient electricity about her, giving her control over most mundane devices. This being a powerful combat technique, she needs no armor, her electrical power being enough to vaporize solid rounds fired at her, and negate plasma and laser rounds.
Desert Eagle
As per Dark Rain codes, Rebekah carries a sidearm. She favors the Desert Eagle, .50 caliber variant, in a left side underarm holster, drawing across the chest with her right hand. She charges the rounds with electricity for extra killing power.
History
The organization known as Dark Rain keeps it's origins secret beyond the level of Black. However, Dark Rain does not keep secret its specialty, and that is providing individual agents to clients at a fee. These agents have one thing in common: They are all powerful psychokinetics.
Rebekah was discovered working in a carnival, a sideshow: See the Amazing Girl, with a Fistful of Lightning! Dark Rain agents ran the usual battery of tests, and she was accepted shortly thereafter. Even at the beginning of training, it was clear that she would become what she is today: an Alpha level agent.
Often in the shadow of Dylan Ryder, the premier agent of Dark Rain, she is none the less his female counterpart. She boasts extremely powerful powers, and is more geared towards combat, leading to her assignment as Dylan's partner. She holds a force of nature with her mind, and her's is a light show waiting to happen.
So begins...
Avantia nodded.
"I would be very pleased to broach the matter of trade with the UDW. Our jewelry crafting is one of our largest exports," she continued. "Along with our arts and textiles. Trade with Aslund has been on a decline with tensions what they are, and to open up trade routes with the UDW would prove beneficial for both of our people."
"With renovations complete on Port Astria, Volaria is now in possession of its first - but soon to be one of many - space ports within our borders. The days of the Volarian people striving for the stars will soon be behind us, and with it, a great many opportunities lie ahead."
"I'm honored, Matriarch." Shifting to business, Rebekah's answering smile did reach her eyes, inclining her head to the monarch. "I'd been noticing the same possibilities myself, and I'm glad we share a common ground on thoughts to that regard."
Consulting her ComGlasses for a moment, she nodded again absently at the figures. "The UDW's primary exports are those of war materials, medical supplies, and semi-produced materials. Of the latter, primarily nanoforged metals and polymers, built to specifications if requested. Given the demands on more comfort oriented items, and the stances of UDW's trading which is of matching the value of goods with that of the customer, I can't imagine it wouldn't be particularly difficult to establish an immediate prosperous state of trade between Volary and the UDW."
"In particular, however, I can think of at least one more minor mining company, specializing in gem and crystal extraction, who would jump at the chance to arrange a standing contract with your jewel artisans, exchanging raw materials and converted currency to act as agents to commission their works."
It had been a week. A long week. Soneanna hadn't managed to catch her aunt all week and she really wanted to speak to her about what had happened with both Josh and Miley. She'd been surprised that Avantia hadn't called upon her to explain why she'd been down on that stage in the first place, but that didn't matter any more. All kinds of rumors were shifting about and Soneanna was hearing all sorts from everyone.
And now it was time to sort things out. That was final. It didn't matter if she was dodging the bullet on the Joshua subject before, now it was time to speak up.
And with that, Soneanna knew where her aunt was but not who she was with or the nature of the meeting. She hadn't listened to the person who had continued trying to talk to her after she'd requested her aunt's location, she'd just moved on. Things had built up so much with Soneanna that now she had the courage to face things. And with lack of sleep it wasn't helping how she was about to go with this.
She just pushed open the doors to where her aunt was, eyes landing straight on the Matriarch before marching over, completely ignoring or not even acknowledging that Rebekah was in the room with Avantia.
"We need to talk. I'm sick of trying to arrange a time. I don't care what business you have to talk about. We need to talk. Me and you about that man you killed and about the girl that was arrested. None of it is right. We need to sort out this mess. People are talking and what they're saying isn't nice, either side. We have to get this sorted, Avantia." Soneanna told her.
It was all ridiculous. The man shouldn't have been killed like that in the first place and now it was all going badly. Really badly. There were whispers that she'd heard from both sides and still, despite Miley getting arrested, people were getting into fights and starting arguments about who was right and wrong. In Soneanna's eyes, it needed to stop and peace needed to be found again.
Beginning to seat himself, Admiral Killigan flinched as he noticed the door open, and the face of the woman striding through, her trench coat billowing behind her as she made directly for him.
"Admiral Killigan, you are ordered to leave this ship immediately. Return to your shuttle." The glare of Agency Director Rebekah Issane was a cold, cold sight, the flat tone of her voice holding only a hint of threat. The weight of the order came from the sense that within the UDW hierarchy, theoretically the two were equal. But for one outstanding problem.
"Your flight crew has been informed of the situation in which you find yourself, and a security team on the UDW Kronos will be waiting to take you into custody on your arrival."
"Dismissed."
The man could find no words to speak as the full reality of his recently passed actions came crashing down on him, mutely nodding once and leaving the room. Sweeping past the deposed Admiral, Agent Issane took his seat, casting a glance around the room. Crossing her legs as she waited, the woman settled her hands together on the table before her, to all appearances calm and patiently waiting for the peace talks to begin.
Avantia was the last to arrive, freshly arrived from Terra aboard The Purgatory with Rebekah, and she swept into the room with an air of calm dignity. Only two avorians, Shanthi and Tahir, flanked her as they joined those gathered to discuss the surrender of the Cybran people. The young woman on her left might have passed as an elven woman due to the absence of the characteristic wings of the avorian people, but her blonde hair, angular features and pointed ears all reflected the same physical traits of Avantia and Tahir.
Avantia inclined her head in a polite nod of acknowledgement to Taiyou Emperor, but no such gesture of respect was offered to the Cybran Emperor as her gaze slid past him.
The Matriarch spoke briefly in the rich Volarian tongue, and Shanthi translated her words into the common tongue that would be most widely spoken by those gathered at the table.
"The Matriarch of Volaria extends her gratitude to the Taiyou Empire and those gathered here today for their aid in neutralizing this threat to the Volarian people," Shanthi spoke clearly but with an audible Volarian accent to her words. "She also extends thanks for your patience in awaiting her arrival, and hopes that we might now begin."
Avantia took her seat then, but Tahir and Shanthi chose to remain standing at her back rather than taking the available seats at Avantia's side.
"I will see that arrangements are made for you to speak with our minister of trade to make more formal arrangements," Avantia replied to Rebekah. "I trust you found the art exhibition to be -"
Soneanna's interruption was somewhat unexpected. Busy as Avantia was, she hadn't time enough to scarcely sleep let alone see to her niece's personal matters, but she hadn't expected her to barge in, in such a manner.
"Soneanna... now isn't -"
Another avorian swept in behind Soneanna, a member of Avantia's royal guard. The man bowed.
"Forgive me, Matriarch. There's an urgent matter regarding the Xupra refugees in Jincai," he explained.
"Go on," Avantia replied.
"They have brought a sickness with them," the guard replied. "Our men there have all been exposed, as have the villagers. Captain Iyengar is maintaining order, but panic spreads. Several of the Xupra have escaped into the countryside. The Captain is requesting more men to help locate them, and he advises that we quarantine Jincai as a precaution until we know more about this sickness that drove the Xupra from their homes."
Avantia took the news stoically enough as she rose from the cushions she rested upon.
"See that he gets the men he needs," she replied. "I'll be leaving him in charge of managing the affairs in Jincai as I will be departing for the Chemias system tomorrow."
It was a poor time for her to be traveling so far from Volaria, but it couldn't be helped. Her presence was all but expected in the Chemias system, and it would be poor form to slight those who had been the ones to take up arms against the Cybrans when Volaria lacked the means to take the fight to the Cybran homeworlds.
"Soneanna, we will discuss this later, I need to go prepare to meet with the TNG representatives," she explained.
"Rebekah, it was a pleasure as always. We can continue this discussion during our trip to the Chemias system," she added. "For now I must take my leave," she explained.
The guard moved to follow Avantia as she strode from the room leaving Rebekah and Soneanna alone.
Rebekah Issane's brow rose at the mention of an illness. Of course, she'd heard about the aliens rescued from the crash on the plains, but that they brought a disease with them was news to her. Making a mental note to initiate a call for a medical relief team, she waited until the conversation was concluded, arcing a brow again as Avantia swept from the room.
It was expected such interruptions would occur with heads of state, and so the woman was not put off by the sudden parting. Turning an inquisitive eye to Soneanna, she quietly cleared her throat, using her grasp of the Volarian tongue to address her.
"Soneanna, is it?" Reaching a hand back through her hair, she offered a soft smile. "What was..."
She gestured towards her, "That all about?"
Soneanna couldn't believe it when someone interrupted her and then the mention of a sickness. That didn't sound good. Her sister Chameli (or Meli) was out there helping on charity work. She knew that her sister would be safe though. If it wasn't safe then they would have sent her back home because she was heavily pregnant, only a couple of months from giving birth. But that didn't matter right now. What mattered was that her aunt was blowing her off for a second time, and it seemed this time she was leaving the mess that she'd made of Volaria this last couple of weeks behind for everyone else to deal with.
She heard Rebekah speak and frowned. "It doesn't matter, obviously. If my aunt is happy to abandon the issues right now that matter most here, I'm sure that what I think on a certain situation doesn't matter." She spoke, snapping a little at the person she'd never known, but seemed to know her.
"I'm sick of all this trouble. Ever since that man was wrongly executed, things have been getting really bad. And now there is talks of a sickness and she's just leaving. Like it doesn't even matter!" Soneanna was fuming at it. It was rare that she was like this. She was known to be a calm and quiet girl, not one to be outspoken ever. So to those that knew the royal family or knew of them, they'd know that this was not a typical outburst.
The Prince offered a soft smile to Avantia, and he inclined his head only slightly. However his father looked worse for wear, with pale skin, much of his hair having fallen out, of course that wasn't evident, as a wig adorned his head, a short cropped haircut.
Nobuo remained mostly silent, whispering in Taiyou to Yamamoto, while Shimizu cleared his throat.
"By the grace of heaven, we have come here to demand the total and unconditional surrender of the Cybran Empire. If you refuse these demands, our campaign will continue until total national dismantlement has been achieved." Shimizu explained, before he presented a document.
"Surrender to the Taiyou Empire and abdicate your throne, we will then establish a provisional government."
The Cybran Emperor swallowed slowly, "I will only abdicate my throne if my Daughter is allowed to carry on leading my people. You can set up your government and I will give up the powers of the throne, but give my people someone to look up to. I do not lead the Nation; I let the people get what they want..." He looked at Shimizu and raised his head slightly.
"Let me tell you something, all of you. All your nations were founded by your forefathers; Yes? How do you think the humans discovered fire? How to make it? Nothing is an accident, unless you leave your Military generals to do their jobs. The Generals have to be lap dogs to the supreme leader. I know I have made this mistake, and the people before me. Yet, you must have to understand that once a Nation begins, it will always crumble somehow. Let it be the fault of you, your fathers before you; your generals; your children, but one thing is always for sure, everything crumbles. I will surrender, but I can not say all my people with surrender. Do you want planets to be destroyed just because of what you did? Do you think that the Cybran people will not continue on. And let me assure you; if your provisional government does not succeed, there will be hell everywhere."
"What you say makes no difference, Emperor, in the fact that by failing to heel your own problems, you find yourself in this room right now. What is to say that the lack of strength on your part, isn't also an issue with your daughter? Even installing her as the figurehead on a provisional government, what is to say your rogue elements won't cause issues like this ever again?"
Rebekah leaned forward, unclasping her hands. "Sanctioned or not, military forces under the Cybran name assaulted the Volarian Nation on foreign soil. To keep that from happening again, as part of any surrender conditions, I would demand at least a seventy percent reduction of your military forces, including every single other dreadnaught you may possess. What little that remains intact will pose little capability to threaten the stability of the provisional government, much less any foreign nation that crosses their fancy."
Kilum sighed internally as he heard the provisions. This was an unexpected development he expected this surrender to be of joint custody. He considered speaking out but held himself back. Instead he remained quiet and just listened. He looked across the table to Avantia the only person here whom he had a bit of minor contact with before though in this meeting he might as well be on his own.
Kilum cleared his throat and spoke. "The cybran people will continue to go about their daily lives, as for your daughter continuing the thrown will have to be chosen for by your people. If of course you say that the cybran people is your top priority then I see no reason that she cannot run for elected office in the new government provided she is clear of any possible incrimination." Kilum looked around the room at the other representatives looking for their approval or disapproval regarding his suggestion.
Avantia spoke then, her voice ringing out sharply in the Volarian tongue, while Shanthi at her side worked swiftly to translate the Matriarch's words into the common tongue.
"The Matriarch says that the Cybrans are not in a position to make such demands, and that it was their own actions that brought this upon them," Shanthi translated. "The Matriarch seconds the demands of the Taiyou. She says the disease that is the Cybrans will endure through anything short of these conditions. It is the hope of the Matriarch that in purging the remnants of their current government, the seeds of sanity can be sown.
"I can see clearly that you all as races do not understand the difference in the Cybran Orders, or the difference between the Cybrans and the races you make up. I am agreeing to what you ask with one simple condition. You let my Daughter inspire the Cybran Nation. You shall never truly understand how anything works, but there are people like the Cybrans to help you. We have lasted for billions of years, as a Nation. Yes, we have had our wars, and we are still currently in one now." The Emperor sighed, shutting over his eyes. His transmission signals were picking up a distress signal from the Cybran Fleets whom were going into battle formation.
He gulped, looking to his commanders and nodded slowly, they needed to make these people understand.
"Currently, Emperor, the issue at hand is not what the difference between the Cybran Orders, but rather the demand for unconditional surrender. New or Old, your people started this fight, and whether they were sworn to the Old Order or your New, the blood is on Cybran hands. Demanding that your daughter be included in any provisional government set up by the war council in this room as a condition of surrender is not going to achieve your wishes. As it is, I'm inclined to take it under advisement, but your stance on the matter is giving me doubts."
The woman noted the glance between the man and his entourage, the severity of her gaze increasing. Lights played across the glasses she wore, refocusing on the lenses to note the reports of communications between Cybran vessels and the signatures aligning in formations. Glancing towards Shimizu, Rebekah cast a second glance towards Avantia and the representative of the SEC.
"Assuming the the declaration of surrender can be established, immediately, is the primary goal of this council right now. With it, further bloodshed can be avoided on this day, and then the establishment of methods to prevent further bloodshed in the months to come can be worked through. The principle of setting up a provisional government is the idea that our collective nations can help you establish a unified state, Emperor, much like the proposal that your military forces be subjected to a drastic cut is both to prevent rogue elements of that state from venturing out and causing others harm to lay at your feet."
"As well as keeping your people from having the power to wage war on themselves. I truly hope that you can come to see that though some of us here at this table are, by association or directly," Her eyes shifted to the Taiyou contingent. "Responsible for crimes against the other side, we want to help the Cybrans become a unified member of the intergalactic community. And not as an enemy everyone else sees no other choice than to eradicate."
There was a noticeable silence before Nobuo slowly moved from his throne, and Yamamoto quickly went to help him, but he seemed to stare at the Cybran Emperor.
"The Day of our destiny has arrived, do not struggle against what is inevitable. Our enemies who resist, suffer for their arrogance... do not make their same mistakes." The Emperor said.
"Survival is not a matter of chance, it is a matter of choice. Life, or extinction, it is up to you." Nobuo said, his voice firm and gravely.
"We will accept nothing short of unconditional surrender." He added, sitting back on his throne.
Shimizu nodded slowly.
"My father has made his will clear, the fate of your nation is your hands."
A slightly grim smile touched Rebekah's lips, settling into a more serious expression. "Welcome to politics. Unfortunately, whether or not the execution was wrong, and I'm not going to argue that point with you, it's the course the Matriarch has chosen. As with everything else going on, between the negotiations and the mention of an illness among Jincai, the road of politics has become filled again."
Pausing as she concluded for a moment, the woman thought about her own response to the sudden mention of a sickness, triggering the messaging function of her glasses and with practiced, lightning flicks and blinks, composed and pinged the text to the captain of the Purgatory. Assured in the confidence the message would be relayed through the TD network back to the Umbral Sector, requesting a medical aid ship, she turned her attention back to Soneanna.
"I'm not saying your opinion on the matter is irrelevant, for whatever your relation is to Avantia, she seems willing to explore it. However, there are concerns that have to be addressed by those of high political station, and promptly."
The Emperor sighed, looking at his advisers, who looked like they were ready to shoot themselves. He knew that a lot of the officers in the all the services would be lost as they held secrets that could not going into their hands. He turned to his closed adviser and swallowed, "Destroy every weapons project within the next day. Nothing is to be found." He whispered before looking at the Taiyou Emperor. "And what will happen once the Cybran Nation Surrenders? Hm? You slaughter us by the millions, or even billions. And then you let the Old Order take over again. We are the only ones with experience with such an enemy. The lapdogs of the Old Order will slaughter everyone. Even yourself is given that chance. I am no liar. I have seen what they did single handedly. They slaughtered millions! I was not the leader of them! I want nothing to do with them! The Cybran Nation itself was founded out of their ruins. Their leaders are war criminals! You seen what they did on Terra. We come to support you people and you throw it back in our faces. Let me tell you one thing. They will be back. If you people hadn't arrived here when you did, we would currently be fighting the major stronghold of theirs. But while we sit here and talk about this rubbish we have no such chance." He snapped completely, struggling to stand onto his feet, "You sit here and let millions be slaughtered. The Cybran Military has better things to do." He turned to his adviser again and nodded. The order was given.
HDS Firebrook
"Sir, we have a transmission from the Admiral."
"Put it up then."
"It's for your eyes only."
"Send it to me then."
++Transmission received++
Execute Order Six Hundred and Sixty Five. All units are to continue moving to the Old Order Stronghold, attack then await for further orders.
++Transmission Ended++
"Get all units to push towards the Old Order Stronghold. We are to attack then once the battle is won, destroy all the vessels."
"Sir."
Space around the Chemias System
The entire Cybran Navy's fleet started to move away from the area it had been in, forcing it's way towards the Taiyou ships before jumping into the Hyperwarpium. Within a matter of seconds, the entire fleet had disappeared bar one ship. HDS Peguas.
Kilum listened to the outburst and the talks quietly mulling over what had been said. This was turning heated and he didn't like where this was going. They needed this surrender to happen swiftly and to avoid any further bloodshed. Kilum was about to speak when he recieved a message viva his comm.
"Cybran Military forces are on the move ." A cool robotic voice stated into his ear.
Kilum stood and looked at the Cybran Emeror directly. "Emperor, I do not believe you understand the severity of your situation. The more you resist these terms the worse your situation is going to become. If your Military does not cease all operations immediately we will be forced to use force to stop them. If you have fears about your safety we will provide proper military defense in their place. The SEC military will not tolerate this behavior and will engage if you do not reverse that order. " Kilum said staring the man down.
"You will accept full surrender to all parties here and your military will cease all operations. Once this is done we can begin a discussion on providing defense for your territory. I think I speak for all parties involved when I say you have lets say thirty seconds to surrender or we will resume military action to disarm your people. Once you surrender we will protect you from the old order." Kilum said glancing at the others. He knew that this was brash but he needed to give them one final chance after this all bets were off.
The Emperor slammed his hand into the table. "We do not need your protection. We can do it ourselves, which is why the Fleet is now away out of the system to deal with the Old Order threat. You want to see the difference between the Two Orders? I will give you cords, but apart from that I will sign this document. But you leave my people alone. I can not speak for all the Cybran Military and civilians. But I will surrender. If my people start attacking you, it is not my fault. Let me just tell you that now."