KDS-Kirishima Mainframe

[KaiserDietz]

WELCOME TO THE KDS-KIRISHIMA MAINFRAME
>>>query “securitycam3”
>>>dd/mm/yyy: 20/09/817
>>>hr/min: 22:31
>>>warning: surveillance data is private! Formal request must be made of high command to receive permission
>>>opening video log…

From the overhead surveillance camera, Commander Etsuko Oshiro could be seen in his quarters, bent slightly over his desk, head in hands. From infrared and bio scans, it is determined he is crying, weeping uncontrollably in fact. On the desk rests an overturned picture. The sensors on the camera detect he is crying and adjust angle and detect what reads on his computer screen.

>>> warning: speculative material. reading accuracy not 100%
In this glorious year, 817 AS, the oppression of Kusari and her people by the Emperors and Shoguns has closed, a chapter of our history that shall soon fade into distant memory! The honorable officers of the Kusari State Police and the Naval Forces have seized the government in conjunction with the Kusari Democratic Alliance, and have declared the Kusari Republic in New Tokyo. Emperor Kogen was killed as a coward, having attempted to flee with his corrupt advisors instead of honorably facing trial for his crimes against the Kusari people. Jiyū banzai! Long live the Kusari Republic!”
<<<end analysis>>>

On the screen are graphic pictures detailing the Kempetai assault on the emperor, another picture of his dead body flashes up, sending a shiver down Oshiro’s spine. He mutters under his breath something undistinguishable under current analysis, but later revealed to be “gomeifuku wo inorimasu, my cousin and my friend.” A soft whoosh can be heard, and the camera slides its mechanical eye to view the doorway. Lieutenant Emilia Ashigaru enters in a faded green jumpsuit, her long black hair tied into a bun atop her head. Her slender figure blocks out the camera’s view for a moment, returning to normal as she crossed to stand beside Oshiro. Without a word she draws a single grease stained hand from her pocket and rests it lightly on Oshiro’s shoulder.

“They are celebrating in the Officer’s lounge, the Captain requests your presence. The men start to wonder about you’re loyalties to the Republic.”

Her voice does not echo in the enclosed space, dying away in the palpable misery.

“Our leaders are dead. My broth… my loyalties are torn. How can you so soon follow a decision that will doom your family? How long do you think until Gallia destroys Bretonia, until you family perishes like …like…”

"Some resist, some of the Battleships in the Taus and Leeds have fled, they call themselves 'the Ronin.' They do not see that the Empire is finished."

A shout of “Long live the Republic” can be heard from far away. Oshiro hides his weeping face, turning toward the porthole to space, empty as void that has just formed inside of him. Emilia crosses to the bed, seemingly unaffected, and sits down quietly on the pristine sheets, staring for a long time at the hard, metal ground. The Emperor and his family were dead, and so too had something died between them. The war was over.

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