[h3][b]Master Key Unlocked[/b][/h3]

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Former Dominion Officer Williams sat in a cold steel room. His index and middle finger balancing a cigarette pursed between his lips. Inhaling the fumes and tobacco he shifted his eyes to Prime General Octavia. She sat in a chair across from his own, adorned with a fresh white admiral uniform with gold trim and tassels falling short from her shoulders. Her hands covered in white leather gloves while laced together and her elbows resting on the table. She leaned in, "Mr. Williams, do you know who I am?"

Williams pulled the cigarette from his mouth letting the hand which balanced it fall down to his side. He raised the opposite leg to cross over the other while leaning back, he replied, "I do not believe I have had the pleasure." Octavia nodded, "Good, do you know who we are?" Williams was unsure of the team who broke him out of captivity, "Guesses...but no answers." Octavia nodded again, "Very well, do you have ideas as to why we'd free you from the Dominion?" This was a question Williams knew. He was an extremely delicate asset to have if you were trying to find weak points in the Dominion's armor. He knew a lot of their activities, locations, and locations on worlds. He knew how they'd fight, who trained them, how they were trained, what technologies they had available, and the state of their infrastructure. There wasn't much he did not know when it came to the logistics and operations of the Dominion, that's why these people wanted him free, "Yes, you are already at war or are going to war with the Dominion...and you need the information of how best to win this war."

Octavia again nodded, "Are you willing to provide such information?" A pause of silence. Williams drew up the cigarette from his side. A slow drag after the cigarette met his lips. Williams uncrossed his leg, leaned forward and put out the cigarette on the steel table. His eyes displayed a thinking man's face, "I might be." He leaned back in his seat to look at Octavia, "How much do you think it's worth?" 

Octavia knew there would be a negotiation and she was ready, "You will be in our protection until the war has ended. During this time you will deliver strategic information for our military to execute surgical strikes against the Dominion's infrastructure. Each successful piece of information leading to our mission's success will bank you 250,000 credits. 10% of these credits will be distributed after each mission's success. 90% of what is banked over the longevity of our campaign will be released when Octo Smith and the Dominion have fallen." 

Williams took a moment, "I will agree on one more condition, the day we strike Octo Smith, I want to be there to pull the trigger." Octavia albeit didn't care if he was there or not was surprised at the gesture being put forward at all. None the less she dropped her hand to shake his, "Deal." Williams reached over shaking Octavia's hand and she stood up to leave, before exiting, "One more thing Williams...you will be quartered on this ship, your schedule will be prompted to you every morning and there will be one personal assistant to direct your needs, and two escorts for ensuring you remain in the properly authorized spaces. If we do discover you have been out of your ordered line, the deal will be voided, you will be detained, and we will not be so kind to keep you as long as the Dominion did, understood?" Williams nodded. 

[h3][b]Denizen: Ghost Whisperer[/b][/h3]

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"Lilith."

"Lilith."

"Wakey, wakey Lilith."

There was light shining from the corner of Lilith's eyes as darkness pulled to her peripheral. Her body ached. She tried turning her neck, nothing. She tried lifting her hands, nothing. She tried moving something, anything...nothing. 

"Oh! She's awake. Hello sweetie, welcome back to the land of the living, I thought I lost you." The voice was familiar, "Neema?" Miraculously Lilith realized she had the strength and ability to at least speak. Neema was at the foot of her bed, "Neema, where am I?" Neema walked over to the side of her bed to give Lilith a better look. 

"You are officially dead. You are unofficially alive on P-31. Thanks to you, the Martinet is crumbling, Dizzy and Gordon are both dead, and we received the data you collected. Good work." Neema placed her hand on the shoulder of Lilith, but it didn't feel comforting to Lilith at all. Lilith felt like a fly in Neema's web, except she wasn't a fly to be consumed, but toyed with. 

Lilith couldn't remember all the details as her mind was still fuzzy, as to not get too deep too quick, she asked, "What happened to me?" Neema released her hand off Lilith's shoulder walking over to a chair and dragging it to the side of Lilith's bed, "The swap between you and Gordon went south, you were brought to Dizzy, and I blew up their plane once they were both on board and you were far enough away to not be apart of their deaths." Lilith shocked took a deep breath, "You bitch!" Neema passively tilted her head while nodding with her lips crunching. She didn't dismiss the name Lilith gave her, "Fair, I am a part of why you are laying in that bed...annnd...I am the reason why you are still alive...sooo...we are even." Lilith with an emotional burning boiling inside of her clenched the bedsheets, immediately her emotions defused realizing she was no longer paralyzed from being able to use her hands. Lilith tried adjusting her neck to look at Neema and she could. A slight piece of hope restored itself in Lilith's heart as she tried other limbs with little movement but movement none the less.

"Fine. We are even. You mentioned I am officially dead though, what did you mean?" Lilith was not in a position to fight Neema and if she was on P-31, it meant her network was far from reach, two things Neema ensured would be the case. 

"I mean you no longer move unless I permit it. You are dead. You died with Dizzy and Gordon on that plane. To summarize...you are a ghost, an agent who if she succeeds with the next request, I will grant amnesty to the crimes you've committed. I will give you everything you need to live a long free life." Neema looked at Lilith awaiting her response.

Lilith's feelings were right, she was a fly trapped in a web, but to be toyed with. Could a fly really trust a promise from the spider salivating at the edges of their own web? Lilith rotates her head to meet Neema's eyes, "What is your next request?" Neema smiled, "The data you collected, the information Dizzy and Gordon died for, is a map to an ancient world thought to be long gone. Those who discovered it called the world, Karbana Kinnis. The map identifies a specific place within Karbana Kinnis, a place I need you to go and see why it was so important to your friends. I have a ship that will take you there, the map also gave us locations of gates. You will ride these gates to Karabana Kinnis." Neema paused for Lilith to interject if she had questions, "Why send me?" Lilith asked. Neema replied, "I need this to be silent. The details do not leave this room and if I were to send anyone else it would stir questions. You, on the other hand, have nowhere to go, if you run, you are easy to find as I've already gone ahead and made the necessary modifications to your body for self-destructing your biology on my call." 

Lilith was at the beckoning of Neema, "If I do this then you free me and set me up for life?" Neema nodded in response. Lilith took another deep breath, "When do I leave?"

[h3][b]Phase Two: Debrief and Saxony Outreach[/b][/h3]


Prime General Octavia Kilborne and her trusted chief advisor Mason Ryser sat in her office. 

"Patch me through to the Princes." Octavia ordered her advisor. Mason was a lean character with olive skin, dark hair, and blue eyes. He stood a little over 6 feet and weighed about 184lbs. His mind was quick, witty, and his soul was loyal to what he believed in. A squared away soldier at one point in his career who found himself next to Octavia after saving her life by chance during an escort mission. They had been ambushed by revolutionaries, scum who wanted to see the OPAO divide as the heads were cut down. One of those heads was Octavia. She was the backbone of the OPAO and wore her stripes well. Octavia had full trust from the Princes, complete autonomy to move the Orbital Defense Force, and she was extremely effective in everything she did. Mason tapped a few icons on the screen which responded to his combination by sending a call to the Princes.

Mayven picked up. Then Valiance. Followed by Nicole and Iman. 

"Where is Neema?" Valiance asked. Octavia gave space for the Princes to deliberate, but none afforded an answer. Each denying having heard from her in some time. 

"Let's not waste time waiting, she must be performing important matters in her region. I will follow up with her after this meeting, Prime General Octavia, how did the mission go?" Mayven prompted the meeting the begin.

Octavia stood up from her seat to show respect to her leadership, she was also proud to report the mission went well. 

"Operation Master Lock was a success. Sgt. Baesili and her team were able to covertly enter the security prison, retrieve Officer Williams, and safely return him to my ship. I spoke with Officer Williams and he agreed to help with one condition added to our own. When we make our move on Octo Smith, he wants to be there for the execution, more or less, he implied, he wanted to be the one to participate in the execution." Octavia paused to give the Princes a moment to respond if they chose.

Valiance spoke, "First I want to say congratulations Prime General, what a job well done!" The others gestured their agreed feelings. Valiance continued, "If that is all Williams wants, then grant it to him, in all honesty, I was expecting something more resource taxing."

Mayven picked up from Valiance's comment, "Prime General, I have made plans to schedule a meeting with Saxony. We are going to inform them of our asset's value to their mission. I would like for you to get as much information as you can from Williams before that meeting. I want to know we have some substance before presenting negotiations. Can this happen?" Mayven asked politely.

Prime General Octavia nodded, "Yes, I believe we can get some leads from our new collaborator." Mayven smiled, "Great, I will get in touch with Saxony and deliver you further details after speaking with them, Nicole, Iman, Valiance, anything to add?" 

The three did not have anything pertinent to share with General. The communications clicked off and General Octavia got up to get to work on Williams.