[center][h2]Bradacharchle
Aboard the Carrion[/h2][/center]
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	As the plan unfolded, the Erkani kept their thoughts quiet, contemplating what was to come. Alvirstein's hirelings planned to use these rebels as a distraction to further aims that the rebels had nothing to do for. The leaders of the cell would know what they were doing, sure, and they would break off before death or capture could cripple their movement - but their followers would not all have that option. 

	The palace guard would respond in force, once the situation was assessed. Good people would die, for a gang of mercenaries dancing on the strings of a jumped-up bourgeoisie whizz kid, and the Marxist on board had no idea whether even one member of the crew could be turned over to the cause of the people. To alleviate the fear, then, a test - a small one, the first of many.

	"A suggestion, if I may? I understand that our resources, as a small group of operatives, are limited; our own hands are tied. Yet our employer is powerful, and it is possible that these rebels may not be sanguine about working on our behalf if measures are not taken to mitigate the risks their people face - they are not soldiers, after all. Our mission is of critical importance; what resources could our employer divert to bolster the odds of these rebels surviving this stunt, and to improve our own chances in the process?"

	The Erkani communist movement was sympathetic to Zero One; in fact, Bradacharchle had personally been a point of contact with them in the past - and therefore could not speak to them directly or warn them of the danger involved in this operation, for fear that recognition by the transhumanist rebels would spoil their credibility with Alvirstein's crew. They would have to trust the mercenaries and rebels alike to carry this off right. Regardless, the Erkani was pleased to have authorization to monitor the call, should Zero One attempt contact.