[O15 - Corrdair - PK] The Baron

ISB had taken custody of the Baron shortly after his capture, and were holding him aboard the Modular Taskforce Cruiser Inquest for interrogation. It was standard procedure for a prisoner of his caliber, or so the Protectorate had been informed. They couldn’t tell anyone the real reason, though perhaps some had already guessed, and maybe others would find out. It wouldn’t matter, in the end.

The Baron had been waiting in his cell for some time; he had considered removing his cuffs–he had managed to unlock them shortly after being transferred–but he knew ISB was watching, they always were. What he didn’t know was the reason ISB had gotten involved. He had some ideas, but he hoped they were wrong. If this was the same group from before…

Ultimately, there was nothing he could do at this point. Nothing except waiting.

When the door finally slid open, the man who entered was not the typical ISB interrogator. He had the same hardened, expressionless look but also an air of importance that couldn’t quite be explained. The Baron had seen him once before, if he was here then that meant–

“Alan Hastion, Baron of Tauve, I apologize sincerely for the delay. I hope you’ve enjoyed your stay aboard the Inquest,” the man said, in an almost mocking tone.

“Joshua Neimo, have you really come all this way to steal my glory?” the Baron asked.

“What glory? From what I can tell there is none to take, besides which I’ve come all this way to kill, not steal.” 

“You can’t do this to me! We had a deal!” the Baron protested. He should have expected it, they would never let him spend time in a Protectorate prison, not with the information he knew.

“Your deal was with Prophetess, not us. We’re just here to finish the job.”

“I had it under control.”

“Really? From what I heard, you went off script chasing doonium instead of focusing on the objective.”

“I was looking out for my sector, but I’d imagine you don’t care about that.”

“You’re right. I only care for results, which you have failed to produce, and you know what the cost of failure is.” With that, Colonel Neimo departed, leaving the Baron to wait alone once more.

As he sat in silence he began to feel cold. A heavy sensation of dread settled on him and his gaze wandered to the door. Time seemed to slow as it opened, and into the room stepped a figure clad in dark armor.

The Baron meets his end here, but Colonel Neimo and this mysterious newcomer will be showing up again.