RLCV NCRPT #15122499

To: Realcov Ceo – Dr. ###### ########

Dear Sir,

please find hereby attached the information you asked for.

Lawrence ‘madcat’ Celestalis
Commander of the Black Guards ot the Most Serene Republic of Nova Venetia
birthdate: unknown

Nova Venetia is the the suspended city floating over the now submerged Venice, a place everyone calls HoloVenice.
The fact that they used holograms to recreate the sunken city to keep atracting tourists is where the small republic gets its popular name from. That option was way cheaper than elevating the city and restoring it.

Nova Venetia gets its power out of oil pumping, which lowered the mainland level and flooded all Veneto region and part of what was once known as Northern Italy.

Celestalis refused to sanitize with explosives a zone in the mainland where civils were illegally living. He was referred to Martial Court but escaped with his personal legion before being arrested. His hackers managed to destroy all data about him and the élite which departed with him.

A man of culture and a lover of liberal arts, quite kind and nice to people, he is equally cold blooded with enemies.
Don’t be fooled by his behaviour and always remember where he had his nickname from.

At the moment leading Crimson Merchants Ltd., a company selling 20. and 21. century art.
There are rumours they may be thieves and smugglers, but we have no real proof about anything which is not the legal activities they lead.

His modus operandi has always been to disseminate the place where he lives with sleeping agents, so I suggest caution. He doesn’t seem to be a threat at the moment and I suggest further observation of him and his team.

Update: It seems that ‘criminal’ Celestalis, as he was called in a previous town, is re-joining his originary Black Guards élite.

Sincerely yours,

RLCV Agent //7654 23456 0046 //




Down in the blinding light, it’s getting cold
I’ve been worn out by the night, but I can’t let go

Celestalis leaned on the huge window, letting his training retreat in the back of his brain.
Outside, the black and blue city was endlessly glooming and shining under his eyes. The air was crystal clear, pollution was mostly gone by decades.

The sound in my ears exclaim I’ve been here long
The freedom hard to maintain, I should be gone

He pushed against the oblique glass to move away, grabbed an aluminum container of chicken masala and a Kingfisher beer from the fridge and sat on the zero-g leather couch.

Long have I waited here for nothing to come
The sequence of twisted turns, that can’t be undone

Music was unrolling from the hidden speakers in the walls, distorted and saturated in the remix version by a glitch musician.

Zei was away since a couple of months. They had agreed on a no contact policy, as usual in this kind of missions. Celestalis sipped some beer from the bottle and thought she should be on her way back at this time. She had passes to be granted access back in the city, she knew exactly which outposts were abandoned, which guards could be corrupted and how to hack the turrets.

A beautiful day, the flood only washing the want away
cool light in the sun, and you’re still where you begun

He smiled to himself. Warpaint, armours, weapons, gunships and still they couldn’t see.
He and Ash alone had taken care of twelve Black Guards. At dawn, they had sealed the corpses in bodybags and sent them back to Nova Venetia in a drone ship, hoping it was the last time.

Long have I waited here for nothing to come
The sequence of twisted turns, that can’t be undone

Celestalis stood up, walked in front of the large window and lit a cigar of cloned cuban tobacco. He touched a sensor and the window started whirring and slowly lifting up.
Blowing a cloud of smoke in the fresh springtime air, he let his training take over again.