Luthien
Forbidden City
3rd of October 3040
09:37 AM
Coordinator Takashi Kurita was strolling through the Zen gardens of the forbidden City.
His son had been sent away preparing for the trip to Terra and while he was walking over centuries old stones, crossing one of the big gardens he was musing.
His last trip to Terra had brought a lot of hardship over the Inner Sphere.
The Commonwealth and the Suns had formed an alliance and thus encircled his nation.
Still, while most analysts hand warned him of an immediate attack, it had been the Confederacy who had had to bear the brutal onslaught.
His son, Theodere had proven to be the son he envisioned him to be, still there was a lot of honing his skills still to be done for one day he shall become the Coordinator of the Draconis Combine – but not today.
He knew that his dropship was waiting, that his son was waiting, that the elite of the diplomatic corps of his nation was in his entourage.
But he took his time, walked along the roses and lillies, hopped over a bashel of dasies and kept pacing through the gardens.
It was quiet here, and quietness was a trait he valued very highly.
Moving on, deeper into that one particular garden, Takashi thought about the events of the past years, about the formation of the Rasalhague republic and the error it may prove to have been.
Then the Avellars. Their Bargain had caught him off guard.
He had shaken a filthy hand, a hand recently spat into, but for some unknown reason this Avellar had proven to be a very... resourceful and creative person.
His ideas were unorthodox but usually led towards some interesting results.
Still, the uprisings in the ARAR and on New Samarkand of all places! enraged him.
Those who were not falling in line had to be crushed!
He came to a halt.
Right in front of him was a giant boulder. It looked polished, as if the monks had taken their due time to remove any parts that were not smooth or were standing out against the completed piece of art. But it was not. It was not completed... like an algorithm for his nation and the engagement in the ARAR... ah whom was he kidding... the OWA was just a replacement scenario for the Rasalhague Republic. This joke! But it shall return back into the warm embrace of the Combine rather sooner than later, he was sure.
He had to leave this place. Suddenly there was no calm, no resolve, no home left for him.
All Takashi was able to see were the tiny imperfections all around him:
A tiny marble in the wrong position, an almost visible footstep in the sand, a branch that had been twisted beyond its natural ability to recover and flowers that, he could swear, someone had steped onto.
He stopped. Something was odd. He knew his Zen master. The master of this garden had been caring for this gardens for over four decades and never hand such a dishonour happened to him.
His instincts took over and he drew his Katana. In his kimono he slowly turned and suddenly faced a band of white clothed assassins, wielding katanas, naginatas, yaris and one even had a kyu bow.
Shifting his stance he prepared for an attack, well knowing this would be his last day on Luthien.
His last thought was towards his graceful Omiku, the joy of far to few hours of playing. May the sun of Luthien smile her long and well.
Then one of the assassins let loose the first arrow and he leaped forward into the fray.
Luthien
Forbidden City
3rd of October 3040
11:23 PM
The doctor left the station.
This day was easily the worst of his life.
He had not been told who his patient was... all he knew was that a terrible sparring accident had happened.
His patient had been pretty old, a man well into his 50s he guessed, but well trained.
The state of his body was a shame, though. If this had been sparring, he was happy having chosen flower arrangement as his way of Zen.
Three arrows to the chest, one scratching the heart, severe bone and tissue damage on all limbs. It looked as if his patient had given up his left arm to parry multiple hits with swords and the like.
The right kneecap had been missing, they overall had to completely remove the left lower arm and the whole right leg.
He had lost a big amount of blood and they were pumping new blood into him almost as fast as it was running out of him again.
The loss of an ear, and most likely an eye from a slash across the face were his least of concerns...
For now the patient was stable... but in this condition he was not sure if he'd ever fully recover again...