Vital Assets

"Oberscharfuhrer Ghettid? The Gruppenfuhrer will see you now. Thank you for waiting."

"Thank you, sweetheart. Let's hope the old man is in a good mood today.

Ghettid, Laredo Veil's current handler, is seeking an audience with Gruppenfuhrer Yast. While Veil is off fighting in the front lines, the large SS is left wondering if this is the proper use of of the private investigator's talents.

Inside the poorly dim office sits a annoyed older gentleman reviewing various reports. Gruppenfuhrer Yast has been in the service of the Zabi family for ages and has seen more things than any member of the SS. He is a respected man in the Duchy of Zeon who also had a hand in dealing the "Sleeper's Woe." To say that the Yast wasn't pleased with the events that transpired there would be an understatement.

"Ah Jun Ghettid, what brings you here. Another wholesale slaughter of a civilian shuttle I need to to make disappear. If your father wasn't a friend,may he rest in peace, I'd have stripped you of your rank and put you in front of a firing squad." Yast spat without taking his eyes off his reports.

The old man was a family friend but always knew that Jun was trouble. Serving the Zabi family was a honor to him and when they let Ghettid don the uniform his faith in Ghiren Zabi dwindled.

"As much as I would love to talk about past indiscretions, I am here on official business." Jun was restrained. He fought ever urge in his body to smack the antique of the man but he knew in this situation the feeble old man had more power than Ghettid could imagine.

"Oh? Is this about me keeping you from the front lines? My decision stands!."

"No, it's about the Unterscharfuhrer Viel. I feel that we are not using him to his potential."

"Well lets see." Yast digs through his mess of files. "Ah yes, the man who who brought Commodore Daise crimes to light. I believe we sent the right man to the front lines."

"With all due respect, he is no soldier. You sent him to dig info on the Federation test suits, not to fight! Right now he is in a another battle. We know nothing about the smugglers or the test suits~

"Hmm hint of jealousy I take it?" He's survived a number of battles. Seems to be doing fine."

"That's the point, we're gonna get him killed before he comes back without any relevant information."

"Why are you proposing?"

"Send me to the front lines. I'll make sure you get what you need!"

The old man looked at Ghettid. His face was serious. He wondered about the risk of sending but he has had concerns about lack of experienced SS presence on the frontlines.

"You can go."

"I deserve to go I- what?"

"Under one condition. You are not to fight. You are merely support. If you can show me that sending you to the frontlines is not a monumental mistake, well one step at a time. Make sure Veil is used properly without dishonoring the Zabi name. Make sure the troops up to proper Zeon standards."

"I will not let you down. I'll leave right away. Sieg Zeon." Ghettid snap salutes the old man and leaves.

Yast reaches into the bottom drawer of his desk and grabs a flask. The old man sits back in his chair and takes a swig.

"Hopefully the fool does us all a favor and gets himself killed."