srwug_alpha_rp | It's in the stars. It's been written in the scars on our hearts.

[1] Haman took a deep breath before she turned on the console that sat on the old desk in her makeshift office. This moment had been a long time coming, and the council who waited on the other side of the conference waited with little patients for the pink haired Regent's words.

"For a long time now we, the Principality of Zeon, had fought a long and bitter war. We barely have time to weep before we must charge off again into battle, and though it pains us all, it is what we must do. For our children, and their children and for the world we want to leave behind for them. For Princess Mineva. For the peace that all spacenoids deserve and desire! Although our victories have been great, and still the day is not won. The fight rages on all sides of us, on all fronts. Our enemies are abundant, and they wish to tear the dreams of our children right out their tiny hands! They desire only for the fighting to continue without end, when all we truly desire is peace and independence!
I, therefore, make this decree: We must punish those who wish to tarnish our glorious name first! The Titans must be stopped! And Stopped now! There is no more time to wait and try and reason with madmen! What they do in our name hurts us all, every man, woman and child living in space is threatened by their mere exsistance now. We have a responsibility to put down these runaway curs so our allies and enemies alike can see that we, the True Heart of Zeon, do not share their warmongering attitude!
So I ask you now, do you treasure the children of space? Do you care for their future and their right to live without oppression and war on a daily basis? Then now is the time we must rise up and destroy the traitors and their threat to our peace!"
Even the old men could not deny the power of Haman's words. She had always been persuasive and powerful orator, and now was no different.

When at last their conference had ended Haman took the crown from her brow and sighed heavily. Once the communications where shut off fully, did Minerva climb up in her lap with big saucer eyes. She said nothing as she settled into Haman's lap and began weaving a bit a string around her fingers. The regent put a hand on the child's head and sighed deeply, the little's girls warmth melting the icy fear in her heart.

[2] Some time after the adrenaline afterglow had faded from Haman's heart she might be found in the mess hall, sitting across the table from Mineva, their plates pushed away so make room. Mineva had string around her fingers, woven together just so that when Haman pinched it here and pulled it around, the whole designed changed and transferred easily to her hands.
An old children's game Haman had almost forgotten from her own youth, and now she played it with Mineva.

[3] [private to Hixar]
Haman had sent one of her guards out into the ship to hunt down the Gundam pilot. When the man found Hixar he handed him note penned in pink ink. 'Please come see me when you have the time. I have a business matter I wish to discuss with you. - Regent of the Principality of Zeon, Haman Karn'

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"Well, it's not as much about business as you may thing. I'm mostly in the 'business' of gathering information for my boss.

But, if you're looking to trade information, I believe that they Psycommu system is a product of Zeon research, is it not?" If she wanted secret information, he could use some as well!

Haman had to think quickly, waffling at a time like this would only make her look weak.
"You know I don't have that here. Back on Axis, yes, but here, no. I could never get it sent to me with out suspicion either. Surely you anticipated that." Haman rested her chin on her hand and looked at with a perfect veneer of calm. "But if someone where to go poking around in Char's mobile suit they might be able to pull most of the data manually."

"Oh, I did, but, a man can still try," he responds.

"But, the same can be said for the Biosensor. While it might be easier to get into than the Sazabi... Unfortunately I don't have the credentials to just walk up to that machine and toy with it."

A sort of impasse. "Well... in that case, what might you be willing to offer me then, Lady Haman?"

"You can't, but getting you a copy of the Sazabi's system would be much easier than getting the specs sent to me. I also have the Dominator." Giving him Zeon secrets wasn't a very good idea, but what choice would she have if he wouldn't settle for less. Kamille had asked for this, Haman knew she needed to deliver if she wanted to earn his trust. "I don't often do this, but for Kamille, let it be known that a favor is always on the table. You know I'm a powerful women."

"Is not the Zeta his own machine?" This was curious. Or maybe Kamille himself didn't entirely understand how it's systems worked.

"Well... there may be a time I have to cash in on that. After all, my boss still has many a blank to fill when it comes to Zeon. And it's not even information to be used. Just recorded.

I'll see what I can do for you, My Lady."

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"It is. He's the one who wants the full system reads out for the bio-sensor system. As I said, he's informed me it's quite a challenge to reserve engineer such a thing, so he asked me to retrieve the data for him. I could hardly deny my dearest subordinate something that would help him with his own machine. But I of course, simply cannot call the federation and ask them for it, even if the Kamille and his machine belong to Zeon now. You see my situation. This is why I come to you. It is a precarious tightrope I walk keeping a Gundam pilot in my employ, I have to be very cautious of how I approach others when I need something. Surely you understand how careful one must be to not rumple the wrong feathers." Haman had this under control, the easy flip of her hand, and the flash of her throat as she spoke, her head careful haloed by the cent hoop of the Zeon flag that hung behind her disk like a holy aura. these where the moments of her greatest strength, when she wove the delicate silks of politics to get what she wanted.

"That is a precarious situation... Well... There's only so much I can do by myself after all. I've lost a good deal of my resources but... We'll see what can be done." he says, slowly standing up.

It wasn't that it was JUST Haman asking him for this, but the prospect of having the top brass of Zeon in his debt. When it came to it, he'd ask for his return favor, but... it was a matter of when the best time would be.

It's in the stars. It's been written in the scars on our hearts.

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