With the session finished, Franco departed back for the floor on the hotel where those of the Thaddai estate had been placed until accommodations could be sorted for them. Thankfully, one of the hotel staff had waited for him there, informing him that a vacant lot in the city had been found to house them for now. After getting the address, Franco tipped the staffer, and departed for the new place.
Arriving by public transportation, from the outside he could see why the lot was vacant in the first place. It was, to put it bluntly, a residential warehouse, one that seemed to had been past its glory days. He could already see at the front folks moving things about, as they worked to figure out how they'll organize the working quarters, the sleeping quarters, and other necessities. One of the folks at the front, Konstas, noticed him arriving and waved him in.
"How's everyone feeling?" Franco asked.
"Very few of us managed to get good rest, but at least it was rest. We're settling in right now, and we've already set up your office," Konstas revealed.
"I see. Families also good?"
"Yeah, if nothing else everyone being together has served to be a comfort of sort. I don't know how I would've been if my wife and kid hadn't come..."
"And you won't need to consider," Franco put his hand on Konstas' shoulder, giving him a smile. Konstas returned it in kind, before seeming to remember something.
"We've got a phone line set up too, so you could be able to call in Komnenion."
"I'll do so after I get my report finished," Franco nodded, before patting Konstas on the back and heading inside.
He needed a few minutes to relax before he could start writing his report in earnest, recounting the past two days...
---
Botros Damji sighed. His team at the Imperial Representative HQ in Komnenion wasn't exactly feeling the best. Everyone had gotten seriously stressed with the news they had received from Kyrene, and had been taking voluntary overtime just waiting for a call from the Imperial mainland. Yanduza Belmonte, in her stress, would jump up from her chair as she saw what all of them were waiting for.
"We're receiving a call from Trebizond!" she yelled out.
Brief cheering occurred before Botros shushed everyone down: "...take the call."
After a bit of noise, a voice could finally be heard, a very familiar one: "H-hello?? Komnenion, can you hear me?"
"Franco!"
"Botros!"
The two men exclaimed happily, genuinely glad to hear the other.
"Are you all alright?!" Botros asked quickly.
"Thankfully, we are. Everyone from the estate, and I mean everyone, even including some of our families, have been accounted for."
"Oh, thank goodness," Botros replied, slumping into his chair from the relief.
"Sorry we've taken so long to contact you all. I've had to attend an emergency senatorial session here, and everyone else has just been busy settling in."
"Take your time, as much as you need! Knowing you guys are safe is enough for us."
"Y-yeah. I did take the liberty of writing up a report on our side, which I can dictate. Is the typewriter on your end ready?"
Botros looked over to where the typewriter normally was, having heard typing already, and saw that Wimmiden Ouwalili had already taken initiative.
"At the ready! Go ahead, Franco."
The next half hour would see the room be filled with sorrow and frustration, as Franco reported everything that had happened.
---
Kyrene strutted through the hallways of the Imperial Representative HQ, intent on seeing the report they had received earlier. It'll be a useful aid in building their official statement once it becomes clear what had happened in the Imperial mainland to all, as the radios so far have only mentioned there being conflict in Constantinople.
Soon enough, she ran into Kojo Onobanjo, who seemed surprised to see her.
"Ma'am, good to see you. Is Nestorius alright?" he asked her, given that in situations like this it would be Nestorius strutting these halls.
"He hasn't taken the news all too well himself, so I'm here instead."
"Alright then. Hopefully he can persevere past this," Kojo responded in a saddened tone, "Follow me."
Kojo and Kyrene made their way to the larger office space led by Botros, where everyone appeared to be drinking coffee. Everyone instinctively got up from their seats in respect, before Kyrene motioned them to sit and rest.
"The report's over on the table there," Botros pointed, before returning to his coffee.
"I've taken a look through it myself. You might want to steel yourself, what is written is alarming," Kojo explained, as Kyrene took hold of the report and sat down for a read-through.
Increasing blackshirt tensions within Constantinople, including the threatening of Irene Doukas, and an attempted barge-in from the blackshirts into the Thaddai estate. The deaths of the guardsmen Cosmas and Cyril as a result of armed fire from the blackshirts before the arrival of the Athenian Lancers. Attempted fire from blackshirts as they escaped upon an airship...
All these details and more stressed Kyrene, being reminded of what everyone suffered through back during the Sack. If nothing else, everyone got out safely, even if mentally exhausted at this point. Being made aware of the emergency senatorial session and what it entailed also revealed to her that it was truly going to be civil war. She sighed, knowing how Nestorius will react.
Soon enough, she had finished reading the report. She tucked it under her arm, stood up and addressed all present.
"Everyone, please, take the rest of the day off and get well rested. It's going to get hectic here soon enough," Kyrene stated, before turning to Kojo, "I'll be heading out then, and figure out how to share this info with Nestor. He might outright refuse to read it at first, and I wouldn't want to force it upon him until he was comfortable with it."
"Heading straight home, or?"
"Home. Call my staff and let them know about the report too. Tell them to prepare for a radio broadcast in case we have to make a statement for the people."
"Alright, ma'am. May God be with you," Kojo said goodbye, as everyone joined in. Kyrene departed soon after.
This was only the beginning.
Arriving by public transportation, from the outside he could see why the lot was vacant in the first place. It was, to put it bluntly, a residential warehouse, one that seemed to had been past its glory days. He could already see at the front folks moving things about, as they worked to figure out how they'll organize the working quarters, the sleeping quarters, and other necessities. One of the folks at the front, Konstas, noticed him arriving and waved him in.
"How's everyone feeling?" Franco asked.
"Very few of us managed to get good rest, but at least it was rest. We're settling in right now, and we've already set up your office," Konstas revealed.
"I see. Families also good?"
"Yeah, if nothing else everyone being together has served to be a comfort of sort. I don't know how I would've been if my wife and kid hadn't come..."
"And you won't need to consider," Franco put his hand on Konstas' shoulder, giving him a smile. Konstas returned it in kind, before seeming to remember something.
"We've got a phone line set up too, so you could be able to call in Komnenion."
"I'll do so after I get my report finished," Franco nodded, before patting Konstas on the back and heading inside.
He needed a few minutes to relax before he could start writing his report in earnest, recounting the past two days...
---
Botros Damji sighed. His team at the Imperial Representative HQ in Komnenion wasn't exactly feeling the best. Everyone had gotten seriously stressed with the news they had received from Kyrene, and had been taking voluntary overtime just waiting for a call from the Imperial mainland. Yanduza Belmonte, in her stress, would jump up from her chair as she saw what all of them were waiting for.
"We're receiving a call from Trebizond!" she yelled out.
Brief cheering occurred before Botros shushed everyone down: "...take the call."
After a bit of noise, a voice could finally be heard, a very familiar one: "H-hello?? Komnenion, can you hear me?"
"Franco!"
"Botros!"
The two men exclaimed happily, genuinely glad to hear the other.
"Are you all alright?!" Botros asked quickly.
"Thankfully, we are. Everyone from the estate, and I mean everyone, even including some of our families, have been accounted for."
"Oh, thank goodness," Botros replied, slumping into his chair from the relief.
"Sorry we've taken so long to contact you all. I've had to attend an emergency senatorial session here, and everyone else has just been busy settling in."
"Take your time, as much as you need! Knowing you guys are safe is enough for us."
"Y-yeah. I did take the liberty of writing up a report on our side, which I can dictate. Is the typewriter on your end ready?"
Botros looked over to where the typewriter normally was, having heard typing already, and saw that Wimmiden Ouwalili had already taken initiative.
"At the ready! Go ahead, Franco."
The next half hour would see the room be filled with sorrow and frustration, as Franco reported everything that had happened.
---
Kyrene strutted through the hallways of the Imperial Representative HQ, intent on seeing the report they had received earlier. It'll be a useful aid in building their official statement once it becomes clear what had happened in the Imperial mainland to all, as the radios so far have only mentioned there being conflict in Constantinople.
Soon enough, she ran into Kojo Onobanjo, who seemed surprised to see her.
"Ma'am, good to see you. Is Nestorius alright?" he asked her, given that in situations like this it would be Nestorius strutting these halls.
"He hasn't taken the news all too well himself, so I'm here instead."
"Alright then. Hopefully he can persevere past this," Kojo responded in a saddened tone, "Follow me."
Kojo and Kyrene made their way to the larger office space led by Botros, where everyone appeared to be drinking coffee. Everyone instinctively got up from their seats in respect, before Kyrene motioned them to sit and rest.
"The report's over on the table there," Botros pointed, before returning to his coffee.
"I've taken a look through it myself. You might want to steel yourself, what is written is alarming," Kojo explained, as Kyrene took hold of the report and sat down for a read-through.
Increasing blackshirt tensions within Constantinople, including the threatening of Irene Doukas, and an attempted barge-in from the blackshirts into the Thaddai estate. The deaths of the guardsmen Cosmas and Cyril as a result of armed fire from the blackshirts before the arrival of the Athenian Lancers. Attempted fire from blackshirts as they escaped upon an airship...
All these details and more stressed Kyrene, being reminded of what everyone suffered through back during the Sack. If nothing else, everyone got out safely, even if mentally exhausted at this point. Being made aware of the emergency senatorial session and what it entailed also revealed to her that it was truly going to be civil war. She sighed, knowing how Nestorius will react.
Soon enough, she had finished reading the report. She tucked it under her arm, stood up and addressed all present.
"Everyone, please, take the rest of the day off and get well rested. It's going to get hectic here soon enough," Kyrene stated, before turning to Kojo, "I'll be heading out then, and figure out how to share this info with Nestor. He might outright refuse to read it at first, and I wouldn't want to force it upon him until he was comfortable with it."
"Heading straight home, or?"
"Home. Call my staff and let them know about the report too. Tell them to prepare for a radio broadcast in case we have to make a statement for the people."
"Alright, ma'am. May God be with you," Kojo said goodbye, as everyone joined in. Kyrene departed soon after.
This was only the beginning.
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