The largest room on the Venezia was the launch bay. The crew had collected there, excluding the pilots. The marines stood, arms crossed, near the back. The Air Force crew sat along the ground. A few leaned on walls and door frames. Others perched inside or on top of deployment pods. Winnie, Josephine, Tan, Zauna, and Oni collected near the bay door, separate from the crew.

The captain had announced a crew meeting. He didn't specify what it was about, but Winnie knew. Everyone else could guess. No one was going to miss this. Even the pilots listened in through the intercom.

Victoria waited beside Stephano. Her exemplars stood to either side, putting themselves between her and the crew. It was their job, and even though the crowd showed no hostility. The spotlight was on Victoria even though she ignored everyone while she chatted with the captain.

A few more soldiers trickled in. Stephano nodded to her. She addressed the room.

"Before I founded the Lakiran empire, I was the CEO for LakiraLabs, which owned property in Brazil, Venezuela, Columbia, Guyana, and parts of Central and North America. In order to get around US regulation, I eventually moved the company's operations to South America at great expense and focused on importing specialists from Europe and North America. As LakiraLabs grew, so did the need to invest myself in local governments. I helped improve living conditions and combat drugs and crime in places I owned. I'd become an unofficial baroness for northern South America.

"So when tensions between the world's superpowers escalated. I, like many others, found my corner of the world in danger. Socialist movements threatened to nationalize my lands. The US, who had previously only antagonized me, suddenly became my best friend. They encouraged me to embroil myself in the politics and prevent Socialist parties from gaining control. They offered me everything from public support to land mines. I became a part of this escalation in a way I never wanted to be.

"When peace talks came up, South America become a bargaining chip. I tried to diffuse tensions, but it never worked. The superpowers lent aid and weapons to capitalist and socialist parties in efforts to build relations. All it led to was increased instability. After years of watching tensions grow despite everything I did, I concluded that war was an inevitability. I turned my efforts from preventing it to seeing how I could make my lands survive when it came, and making sure South America would not be targeted in the case of nuclear retaliation.

"To do that, I had to sabotage foreign aid coming into the country. I intercepted shipments, undercut meetings, and even assassinated some political figures. My aim was to keep South America from falling into the pocket of any superpower, which was why when the missiles finally flew, so few targeted the region, but my actions did contribute to the instability. And in doing so, most likely hastened the coming of the war."

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She paused. "That is what Alexander is referring to. I am guilty of what every other politician was doing at the time. I looked after my own land instead of trying to fix the world as a whole. I've kept this information private because it would only interfere with keeping the empire together. Alexander, meanwhile, has caused instability around the world in a desperate attempt to cause unrest aboard this vessel. It only shows how little this madman cares about the empire, and seeks only to secure his own position as its ruler. I hope now we can put this rumor behind us and return to our duties. Captain Stephano and I have finalized a plan to retake the Manakin. You'll receive orders soon. Dismissed."

Victoria turned and walked toward the side bay door.

"Why is he a madman, Your Majesty?" The voice came from near the back of the crowd.

"Pardon?" said Victoria.

"You said Alexander is a madman. What's he done?" It was a cadet perched in a deployment tube. The other marines weren't looking at him, but at Victoria.

"Alexander is a con artist who has hurt many people in his long life," said Victoria. "He, in collusion with others, detonated the dirty bomb in the Capital Tower. He's actively mind controlling the ministry and all heads of state, and he's also stolen the body of my daughter."

"Where did he come from?"

"He's been around for centuries, working with others to steal bodies to preserve their own existence."

"Were you one of them?"

Stephano stepped forward. "That is enough. You will all return to your duties now."

"No, Captain. It's all right. The answer is no. I was not one of them."

"Were you born as Victoria Palladino?"

"Yes."

"Have you been erasing our memories?" asked a lieutenant.

"No."

"Has the other girl?" he pointed to Josephine.

"No. I forbid her from doing so."

"Then how come I have gaps in my memory. I can remember some talks I had recently, but I can't remember what they were about."

"I haven't been erasing anyone's memories," said Victoria.

"I have gaps too," said another. "How can we tell if someone is?"

"You can't, but no one is tampering with your minds. You're just more aware of forgetting things."

"How do we know you're not the one lying and Alexander is telling the truth?" This voice was much stronger than the others. It came from a marine by the door in the very back. "Alexander is promising to give more power to the people."

"He's promising a lot," said Victoria. "He lies. He's a master at it."

"How about you let us read your mind so we know you're not lying."

"That's not possible. I'm shielded permanently."

"Then let us read their minds?" The marine pointed to Bishop and Liat.

"No."

"Why not? What are you hiding?"

"That is enough!" snapped Stephano. "Private Larson, I will speak to you privately. Everyone else is dismissed."

The crowd broke. Victoria left. Stephano led the marine to a private room to reprimand him. The launch bay cleared within minutes. Victoria had walked a line with her story. If Winnie hadn't already known the truth, she wouldn't have been able to pick out the truth from the lies. It was a convincing story though. It painted her as guilty, but not as a villain. Impressive work, Winnie thought, but from the look on the soldier's faces, it might not have been enough.