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Clara's holographic display moved, revealing a detailed breakdown of Aldric's psychological and behavioral profile. Charts, graphs, and snippets of data painted a clear picture of the man's complexities.

"Several factors contribute to the 65% probability," Clara began, her voice in computing mode as she was working while showing her work. "While Aldric is intelligent and disillusioned with the Arbiter Council, certain aspects of his personality and situation act as barriers."

Hana crossed her arms, her brow furrowing as she leaned closer to the projection. "Let's hear them."

Clara highlighted a section of Aldric's profile. "Firstly, his survival instinct. Aldric is aware of the dangers of defying the Arbiters. His position as an operative grants him privileges and protections he would lose if he openly opposes them. The risk-to-reward ratio is a significant deterrent."
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Hana nodded, her lips pressing into a thin line. "He's a practical man. I expected as much. What else?"

Clara shifted the display to a new segment. "Loyalty, albeit a bit fractured. Aldric has spent years in service to the Arbiter Council. While he resents their greed and incompetence, a part of him still sees them as the most stable force in a chaotic world. Changing that perception requires undeniable proof that your vision and plan offers greater stability."

Hana's eyes narrowed. "He's loyal to the idea of order, not the Arbiters themselves. That can be worked with. What about his motivations?"

Clara zoomed in on a set of personal history notes. "Aldric values recognition and respect. His role as an operative places him near power, even if he's not the one wielding it. Joining your cause would strip him of that status unless he's guaranteed a significant role in your plans."

Hana tapped her chin as she thought the situation over. "He needs assurances. Something to make the risk worthwhile."

"Precisely," Clara agreed. "Additionally, Aldric is cautious by nature. He prefers calculated risks over impulsive decisions. While your argument has piqued his curiosity, he'll require evidence of your skills before fully committing."

Hana's smirk returned. "Then we'll give him that evidence. The next phase of our operations will show Aldric just how effective we can be."

"It's worth noting that Aldric's curiosity is a significant advantage. His willingness to hear you out suggests he's open to change, even if he's not ready to act on it yet."

Hana pushed off the wall, her confidence returning in full. "We'll make that curiosity grow. I want him to see the cracks in the Arbiters' foundation—how their empire is already crumbling. Once he realizes the inevitable, he'll have no choice but to join us."

Clara's interface flickered with acknowledgment. "Understood. I'll continue monitoring his movements and communications. If he hesitates or begins to waver, we'll adjust our strategy accordingly."

Hana began walking toward the hidden network of passageways that crisscrossed the city. "Good. Aldric is a valuable asset, but he's not indispensable. If he won't join us, we'll ensure he can't stand in our way."

"Understood," Clara replied, her tone resolute. "Shall I prioritize gathering intelligence on his next steps?"

"Yes," Hana said without hesitation. "If he returns to the Arbiters, I want to know exactly what he tells them—and how they respond. We'll need to stay ahead of their moves if we're going to succeed."

…

Aldric rode through the dimly lit streets of the capital, his thoughts as turbulent as a storm. Hana's words replayed in his mind; her confidence lingered like a shadow, and he didn't know why she had it.

He guided his horse through the bustling streets, the city alive with the muted hum of early activity. Merchants called out to passing patrons and the faint scent of freshly baked bread.

"Hana," he muttered under his breath, his tone carrying a mix of admiration and frustration. "You've backed me into a corner."

As he approached the gates of the Arbiter's stronghold, the sight of the sprawling council chamber shone ahead of him. The gates creaked open at his approach, and Aldric dismounted, handing his horse to a nearby attendant. His steps were wide as he entered the vast hall.

The twelve Arbiters were gathered around their U-shaped table as always, their big forms barely contained by their ornate chairs. The central Arbiter, the largest of them all, gestured with a jeweled hand, his rolls of fat jiggling as he spoke.

"Aldric," the central Arbiter rumbled, his voice thick with impatience. "You've kept us waiting."

Aldric bowed deeply, masking his inner turmoil. "My lords, I bring the news that you requested."

The Arbiter on the far left, whose bloated fingers toyed with a golden goblet, sneered. "Speak quickly. Did Commander Hana fulfill her orders?"

Aldric straightened, his gaze steady, but his mind was racing. He had to be careful about his actions. Exposing Hana's ruse outright would bring immediate suspicion upon himself. Yet, withholding critical information could endanger his position.

"The carriage has reached Meadowcross," Aldric began. "The decoy was well-executed, a show of Commander Hana's strategic talent. It successfully deterred any suspicions from potential saboteurs."

The Arbiter on the far right, whose beady eyes gleamed with malice, leaned forward. "Decoy? Explain yourself, Aldric."

Aldric met the Arbiter's gaze. "Commander Hana utilized a decoy to ensure the safety of her journey. With the recent sabotage of the Eastern Grain Line, she took precautions to mislead any potential threats."

The central Arbiter's triple chins wobbled as he let out a low grunt. "Clever. But where is Commander Hana now?"

"Commander Hana remained in the capital to finalize preparations for reinforcing Meadowcross," Aldric replied smoothly. "She deemed it necessary to oversee logistics personally before joining her forces. Her decision was calculated to ensure the mission's success."

The Arbiter to the left let out a wheezing laugh, his jowls quivering. "Calculated, you say? Or another excuse to delay her duties?"

Aldric's tone hardened slightly. "Commander Hana's actions have consistently demonstrated her loyalty to this council. Her methods may be unconventional, but her results speak for themselves."

The central Arbiter's gaze bore into Aldric, his bloated fingers drumming against the table. "And do you trust her, Aldric?"

A moment of silence stretched between them; the air was heavy. Aldric's mind worked quickly, weighing his options.

"I trust her results," he said finally. "Commander Hana understands the stakes of this mission and the consequences of failure. She is pragmatic enough to know that loyalty to this council is her only path forward."

The central Arbiter's expression remained inscrutable, his sagging features unreadable. Finally, he waved a dismissive hand. "Very well. Continue monitoring her progress, Aldric. Should she falter, you will report directly to us."

Aldric bowed deeply. "As you command, my lords."

As he exited the council chamber, their gaze followed him. The Arbiters had accepted his report, but the tension in the room made it clear they remained irritated with the situation. Aldric's steps quickened as he left the hall behind.

Hana had played her hand well, but her words had left doubt in his mind. The Arbiters' greed and arrogance were undeniable truths. Could she indeed be the catalyst for change? Or was she merely another pawn in a larger game?

Aldric's jaw tightened as he mounted his horse and rode back into the city. For now, he would continue playing both sides, watching and waiting for the moment when the truth became clear.

"Commander Hana," he murmured. "You'd better be as clever as you think you are."

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The five leaders of the rebellion met in the dimly lit basement, where a crude wooden table was covered with a map of the city and its key locations. A flickering mana-powered lantern cast dancing shadows on their faces, each reflecting determination and focus.

Lysara, the strategist, stood at the head of the table, her eyes scanning the map. She tapped a point in the inner city near the Arbiter stronghold. "We all know why we're here. The time for silence is ending. The people are restless, and their anger is growing by the day. If we strike too soon, we risk being crushed. If we wait too long, the arbitrators will reassert control. Timing is everything."

The engineer Kael leaned forward, his calloused fingers tracing a path on the map. "The key is the mana grid. The conduits run through the entire city, feeding power to the stronghold and their defenses. They're strong but not invulnerable. I've identified three critical points. If we disable them, the Arbiter's power grid collapses, including their barriers and constructs."

Lysara nodded. "How long will it take to prepare the charges?"

"Not long," Kael replied. "The charges are ready, but the placement has to be precise. I'll need a small team to assist me and to cover our tracks."

Amara, the healer, placed a calming hand on the table. "Disabling the grid is vital, but so is ensuring the people are ready. If the Arbiters suspect an uprising, they'll tighten their grip on the populace. We must prepare safe houses and caches of food, medicine, and weapons. Once the fight begins, the people will need to know where to go."

Talia, the true leader of the rebellion, crossed her arms and spoke strongly. "The people are ready, but they need a spark. A moment that tells them it's time to rise. The mana grid failing will be a strong start, but we need more. Something visible. Something they can rally around."

Darian, the smuggler, chuckled as he leaned back against the wall. "A bold display, eh? I like it. How about we make it rain Arbiter banners? Literally. We hit their propaganda machines, their symbols of power, and replace them with our own."

Talia's eyes gleamed "Exactly. When the power goes out and the city plunges into chaos, we'll take over key areas and display the rebellion's symbol. The people need to see that we're not just shadows in the dark—we're their future."