HEARTH #20

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Enron cleared her throat and smiled at the room. “You all know what I’m about,” she said. “My enemies would paint me as this… barbarian, who does whatever she wants, but that’s not who I am. I have a vision for TORCH. I see what we were and what we are, and I know what we can be. And I know what we will be, if Grace and BEACON get their way. She wants to throw us headlong into the past, one where everyone loved her and everyone needed her- a time that’s long gone. But let’s talk practical concerns. I want these terrorist attacks to end just as much as anyone.”

Did she? Enron’s acting wasn’t the best. She didn’t seem concerned about the attacks at all. “Like Grace said the other day. Girls should have the chance to live in peace, without fear.” Her voice became soft and distant. “So what did BEACON do the last time it was given a chance to interfere in another branch’s affairs?”

Enron held up her watch and pressed a few buttons, and a massive image appeared behind her. Pictures of black-clad girls lying on the ground, dead. Perforated with bullets, blasted open with rockets, slashed to ribbons with a pneumatic blade.

Henrietta’s stomach hit her pelvis. Those were FORGE girls. And those wounds… they were typical of those killed by BEACON legionnaires.

“Behold, the Blue Sands Massacre,” said Enron. “We’re coming up on its 20-year anniversary. LUX and FORGE have a disagreement that turns violent. BEACON intervenes… and the end result? 402 dead FORGE agents. That’s what BEACON does. They find the enemy and they kill them… and if they can’t find an enemy, they just kill whoever’s closest.”

The room was dead silent save for Enron’s powerful voice enveloping them. “This is why we send BEACON legions far, far away so they can do their killing on alien worlds,” said Enron, staring directly at the BEACON delegation. “They’ll put on suits and make speeches and act like the rest of us, but don’t be fooled. These girls are beasts.”

Several BEACON girls shifted uncomfortably, while others stared daggers at Enron. The worst part was that there was truth to what she was saying… a couple of them were definitely thinking about attacking her.

Enron wasn’t deterred. “And what happened after this massacre? How did we respond to BEACON’s bloodlust? We created a new branch. OPTICA. The watchers, the eyes in the sky, the girls tasked with making sure that every branch was respecting the laws we all agreed to. I don’t care about battles won half a century ago. I care about now- and the TORCH of now doesn’t need warlords who are above its laws. It needs respect for the institutions we all agreed to.”

She took a deep breath. “Which is why I’m announcing that SPRING will be fully supporting the OPTICA investigation- and that I’m creating a fund from our treasury where every last digit will go to finding the terrorists and bringing them to justice.” Enron shot a pointed look at Hyperion and LUX, communicating so much with just a single glance. “When you have a rat problem, you get a cat. You don’t blow up your house. That’s all.”

Enron stepped down from the stage, but several BEACON sisters moved towards her. SPRING girls matched that movement, until several women from either branch were nose-to-nose in arguments. Henrietta started forward, but she caught sight of Grace, who sharply shook her head no.

Enron was right there, loudly arguing with a tall and heavily muscled BEACON sister- still dwarfed by SPRING’s CEO. It all happened in an instant, as fights often do. The BEACON girl took a swing at Enron, who blocked the strike, slammed a knee into the girl’s sternum, and threw her like a basketball into the crowd of BEACON sisters.

“Shit!” Henrietta exclaimed. That was no bureaucrat with a few self-defense lessons who Enron had just taken out like garbage. That was a trained, experienced soldier.

It seemed for a moment that the entire Sorority would erupt into a 700-woman brawl, but things calmed down after Theodora banged her gavel a bunch again.

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