Radilo
Establishing Nation
Pałaso Dandolo, Sestiere di San Poło, la Città del Radila
5:15 PM, December 18, 2023
Despotess Eudoxia was excited, as was her husband Senator Emilio Dandolo. She was seven months pregnant with a girl, and while the couple had been tempted to pick a scandalously nerdy pop culture reference for a name, they settled on Zilia, the name of the last Eberian Princess of Nuoria (the old title of the heir apparent) from la Casa de Dandalo; a succession crisis and war in the 18th century resulted in the Dandolo's dispossession of the crown. Though, the Ebrian emblem is still incorporated prominently into their coat of arms. In fact, the child in her womb still, technically, could put a claim to the Throne of Hercules. She was sitting in the shaded section of their Pałaso's magnificently appointed courtyard, surrounded by delicate floral arrangements and replicas of statues by Donatello and Michaelangelo (the real ones were dedicated to museums, save a few lesser known pieces that adorned the interior), at a small table sipping on some mint tea, enjoying the cool weather.
"How you holding up Padme?" her husband said walking onto the courtyard.
"Depends on how much time you've been spending with Palpatine, Anakin."
"His Magesty, Giuseppe Davide VII, has valid concerns about the Tianese intervention. I share his concerns, though not necessarily his conclusions. But L'Imperatore is nothing if not vocal in his opinions," he responded.
"Have you spoken with your father?" She asked somewhat nervously.
His expression turned dour, "yes, the harassment has increased. He doesn't have it in his power to determine if they are state sponsored, but there was a noticeable uptick after your brother announced he was taking the cloth."
"As queer men throughout history always have," she sighed, "how bad has the harassment gotten?"
"He's got both the Camorra and the La Gendarmeria Civica involved. And they've contacted the Servizio Segreto..." he sighed, somewhat dejected. "These are fucking servile maids, waitresses, and small time reporters writing for a small queer periodical... what the fuck is their problem...?"
"You've heard me vent about their inhumanity. Journalists disappeared, the very existence of black sites for dissenters... wanton cruely... the veneer of democracy wears thin from the threat of a gay man... existing. The land of Alexander the Conqueror, the successor of Tiberious... gayer than Liberace... twenty-seven centuries... from the bronze age to seeing a man walk on the moon... and my Family's empire is afraid that the first born son is gay..." She felt the baby kick; she paused and giggled a bit. "Zilia doesn't want me getting so worked up," she said, smiling.
"My dad said that M is open to letting the Camorra open up the Black Book."
"A war might be about to start, is that wise?"
"No, but M thinks a bluff might be warranted. But if the Camorra gets a peek into that... dozens... hundreds will die. Some deservingly, ture, but no one is used to...that sort of inhumanity. They will kill a hundred people before the authorities even put together what's going on."
"Why would M risk that?"
"He's being hounded by the Camorra. Their kin has endured some... brutal treatment at the hands of your father's "justice" system. And now that my father's domestic help is catching heat... whether that is just from random assholes or something concerted doesn't matter. Maybe when we go there for the New Year's Feast we can talk to them."
"I don't know how receptive they will be."
...
It's M, again. Sorry for interrupting.
One thing you should know about the Secret Service is that we only selectively share the information we gather with our... associates in organized crime. We keep, for every nation state, a Black Book containing all of the relevant information regarding low level criminals, informants, police officers, prison guards--and their families. It's gotten a lot easier now with social media, but old fashioned hacking and snooping do confirm what we already--somewhat--know. You see, the Camorra isn't ever interested in the higher ups, it's the grunts on their level that they are interested in. Knowing the school schedule of the daughter of the prison guard who tortured your own daughter is much more useful for a Camorra clan boss than any information about the interior minister.
Such information is included in a prospective nation's Black Book. And low level prison guards and cops don't have security details.
Information on high level officials is kept in something called a Red Book, if you were curious.
@Ebria
@Pelasgia
5:15 PM, December 18, 2023
Despotess Eudoxia was excited, as was her husband Senator Emilio Dandolo. She was seven months pregnant with a girl, and while the couple had been tempted to pick a scandalously nerdy pop culture reference for a name, they settled on Zilia, the name of the last Eberian Princess of Nuoria (the old title of the heir apparent) from la Casa de Dandalo; a succession crisis and war in the 18th century resulted in the Dandolo's dispossession of the crown. Though, the Ebrian emblem is still incorporated prominently into their coat of arms. In fact, the child in her womb still, technically, could put a claim to the Throne of Hercules. She was sitting in the shaded section of their Pałaso's magnificently appointed courtyard, surrounded by delicate floral arrangements and replicas of statues by Donatello and Michaelangelo (the real ones were dedicated to museums, save a few lesser known pieces that adorned the interior), at a small table sipping on some mint tea, enjoying the cool weather.
"How you holding up Padme?" her husband said walking onto the courtyard.
"Depends on how much time you've been spending with Palpatine, Anakin."
"His Magesty, Giuseppe Davide VII, has valid concerns about the Tianese intervention. I share his concerns, though not necessarily his conclusions. But L'Imperatore is nothing if not vocal in his opinions," he responded.
"Have you spoken with your father?" She asked somewhat nervously.
His expression turned dour, "yes, the harassment has increased. He doesn't have it in his power to determine if they are state sponsored, but there was a noticeable uptick after your brother announced he was taking the cloth."
"As queer men throughout history always have," she sighed, "how bad has the harassment gotten?"
"He's got both the Camorra and the La Gendarmeria Civica involved. And they've contacted the Servizio Segreto..." he sighed, somewhat dejected. "These are fucking servile maids, waitresses, and small time reporters writing for a small queer periodical... what the fuck is their problem...?"
"You've heard me vent about their inhumanity. Journalists disappeared, the very existence of black sites for dissenters... wanton cruely... the veneer of democracy wears thin from the threat of a gay man... existing. The land of Alexander the Conqueror, the successor of Tiberious... gayer than Liberace... twenty-seven centuries... from the bronze age to seeing a man walk on the moon... and my Family's empire is afraid that the first born son is gay..." She felt the baby kick; she paused and giggled a bit. "Zilia doesn't want me getting so worked up," she said, smiling.
"My dad said that M is open to letting the Camorra open up the Black Book."
"A war might be about to start, is that wise?"
"No, but M thinks a bluff might be warranted. But if the Camorra gets a peek into that... dozens... hundreds will die. Some deservingly, ture, but no one is used to...that sort of inhumanity. They will kill a hundred people before the authorities even put together what's going on."
"Why would M risk that?"
"He's being hounded by the Camorra. Their kin has endured some... brutal treatment at the hands of your father's "justice" system. And now that my father's domestic help is catching heat... whether that is just from random assholes or something concerted doesn't matter. Maybe when we go there for the New Year's Feast we can talk to them."
"I don't know how receptive they will be."
...
It's M, again. Sorry for interrupting.
One thing you should know about the Secret Service is that we only selectively share the information we gather with our... associates in organized crime. We keep, for every nation state, a Black Book containing all of the relevant information regarding low level criminals, informants, police officers, prison guards--and their families. It's gotten a lot easier now with social media, but old fashioned hacking and snooping do confirm what we already--somewhat--know. You see, the Camorra isn't ever interested in the higher ups, it's the grunts on their level that they are interested in. Knowing the school schedule of the daughter of the prison guard who tortured your own daughter is much more useful for a Camorra clan boss than any information about the interior minister.
Such information is included in a prospective nation's Black Book. And low level prison guards and cops don't have security details.
Information on high level officials is kept in something called a Red Book, if you were curious.
@Ebria
@Pelasgia
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