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Post by Eliza Silvermantle on Dec 18, 2020 4:13:58 GMT
Location: Arcanus Military Industries Corporate Headquarters, Olympus Mons, Mars, Sol System
Time: 0800 local time, 15 December 2977, Terran Calendar
Eliza sighed quietly as she twisted her hair up into a bun, putting on the final touches to her ensemble for what she fully expected to be her final meeting as a corporate leader. It was an inevitable eventuality; she had known that from the beginning that her secrets would become known, and that it was unlikely that the powers that be in that time would be comfortable leaving her in her position of authority. Indeed, she'd planned for this very thing, both for the pertinent government entities and for the board of directors. Part of that included a stack of Non-Disclosure Agreements for the board, albeit ones first vetted by the Department of Advanced Warfare, having been formally drafted prior to her departure from the location she had been held at following recovery from a certain Spartan's transport.
"Eliza, your shuttle will be here in five minutes," the familiar, almost comforting voice of Eliza's AI companion, Veska announced gently as the gynoid approached. "You're not worried, are you?"
"Worried isna quite th' word, Ves," Eliza replied as she finished tying her hair in place. "Jist..it's a new chapter of my life. One I knew ta eventually come. Jist never expected it would come now, wi a war on, and Aileen.. Ye've known me fer a while. A lot jist happened in a very short amount of time."
"So..unsettled, to a point, more than worried?" Veska guessed.
"Aye, somethin' like that. DAW's sure ta be checkin' in after th' meetin'. If they come by, cooperate wi whatever it is they want, run if fer whatever reason they're na bein' friendly," the Witch remarked as she gathered her coat, then pulled it on over her suit. "Wish me luck. Hopefully, th' board takes it well enough and has th' fortitude ta na have a mess of heart attacks right off."
30 minutes later...
"Miss Lockheed," the chairman of the board of directors began. Andre Whitcomb was an accomplished man, and while perhaps a touch too formal for Eliza's taste, he was highly competent, as all that she had allowed to such a position. Despite his disdain for the Witch's more hands-on demeanor, they held a mutual respect, which made the present situation somewhat more bearable. "We called you here today to discuss the troubling pattern of behavior we have been witness to these past six months. In that short span of time, you have twice gotten involved in incidents in which you were out of contact without prior warning, and all you have given us in return is an NDA notice from the Department of Advanced Warfare. The board has humored your misadventures for some time, and were not for this latest incident, we might be inclined to continue such leniency. However, you were missing for nearly a month, and to date, the only answer you have given to any of us is this NDA notice. We are not disputing the government's right to treat certain activities as state secrets, but if you insist on getting wrapped up in them with this sort of frequency and duration per incident, then perhaps all parties involved would be better served by your stepping down to enlist in the Confederation military. If you have an answer to this, please, by all means, we would be eager to hear it."
Eliza remained silent for a moment, allowing the attention of the room to fall fully upon her. "I do have an answer, Andre. If ye would all be so kind as ta review th' form on yer datapads, I will need ye ta sign off before I can answer in full. If ye've any objections, ye're welcome ta step outside fer a few minutes while I debrief those without them. At any rate, I will be formally steppin' down as Chief Executive Officer of Arcanus Military Industries, effective upon adjournment of this meetin'." A pause fell across the room, and to no surprise on Eliza's part, one by one, signatures began to appear on her own datapad, informing her of each agreement to remain silent about what would follow. Curiosity was a powerful force, she mused. When the last signature was transmitted, the Witch allowed herself a smile. "Very well. So, I still canna tell ye precisely what happened in my absence, but what I can say is that events occurred that forced me ta reveal secrets I have kept fer longer than th' Terran Confederation has existed. Eliza Lockheed isna my name of birth, nor do I have official documentation regardin' it," she continued as she pulled up a series of personnel files, all with different names, even different faces, each showing as active in separate times.
"Miss Lockheed, are you suggesting that-"
"I am centuries old and capable of changin' my appearance at will?" Eliza cut across, fixing her piercing emerald gaze on the Daibanese human that had spoken, one Alicia Belane. "That is exactly what I am sayin'. And there's enough evidence fer those that know where ta look that DAW is convinced. I expected I'd need ta do this eventually. No secret last forever. It was jist a matter of whether I'd die before or after it was discovered. Wi my secret known ta th' Confederation military, or at least ta DAW, it's hardly a stretch ta think they might call on me fer more missions. I think we can all agree that if that happens, I'll na be able ta perform my duties ta th' high standard we've all come ta expect. Now, I invite ye all ta sift through all these files. They were prepared fer this very eventuality, and should answer any questions ye may have that I am at liberty ta discuss. Should any of ye have further questions, then provided I am able to speak on th' matter, ye all have my contact information. I apologize fer keepin' a secret of such magnitude, but consider what it might mean, if what I am were widely known." She smiled faintly as she then stood. "It has truly been an honor ta work wi ye all. Such insight and innovation gives me great hope fer humanity's survival, but th' contents of th' files released ta ye all will take some time ta sift through, and we all have our parts ta play in th' war we are now in. Andre, as ye're chairman of th' board, I'd say ye're actin' CEO until ye can all elect one fer full time. Best of luck, all of ye." With those final words, the ashen-haired woman picked up her coat and strode out of the boardroom, silently wondering how long it would be until she was contacted again. When she might be able to see the daughter she had believed long-dead.