Legends: Fall of an Empire

Who's Your Dad?

        My heart drops, and I look over to see the face, and there he is. My father. The same grizzled look he's always worn, more scars along the right side of his chin, and a scar running down the side of his neck. This is my father, but this is not the man I remember.
        "D-Dad?" I say, in utter disbelief. This man has been gone for what, 12 years of my life, leaving my upbringing to some Handler that had no relation to me, fabricated my whole story, just for me to survive. But yet, here he is, not dead. Breathing. I can literally touch his face right now if wanted to. "Fear is only an expression of weakness, Kaizer." Susan says in my ear. I guess she'd be right.
"Kaizer, Kaizer Korpus, I hear you have something to tell me." Says my father, but why is he here, do these people not know that he's German? That his father is the reason why their people are oppressed? WHO THE HELL DOES THIS GUY THINK HE IS! Now he's staring at me like I've done something wrong, when all I did was wake up. "Don't you get it Kaizer? He wants you to be upset, he's your father, he knows your buttons." "What do I have to tell you, sir?" I say, in the tone of voice used to answer generals, and presidents (if we had one). "Well, how the hell does one survive falling out of the sky at 240 miles per hour, breaking every bone, flatlining, and yet, here you are, not even 24 hours later."
"Not until you tell me why the hell you aren't dead? Right next to my mother? Not until you tell me why the hell you sent me away 12 hours before the raid and yet YOU'RE HERE, in front of me. Gleaming at me like I'm your child. You might be my father, but by God you are not my dad, so I owe nothing of an explanation to you. I would've been better off in the middle of the Zarnad Jungle, trying to complete MY mission, not the mission that those damn S.O.C.C. losers sent me on. So, tell me why you're breathing, and why I shouldn't stop that from happening."
"Since, child, you are so keen on introductions, if you must know. I am Joseph Du, leader of the Zarnadian Resurgance, and you, well kiddo, you are going to spend the night in bad boy time, you remember that right?" He waves his arm and flicks his wrist, and on that notion three guards come up to escort me. "Mission status: Unknown
To many variables
Can not initiate Strategic thinking protocol"
Screw it, cards on the table. "I AM A S.O.C.C. SPY, AND THE FIRST CAPTAIN OF THE KNIGHTS OF KORPUS. ON MY UNIFORM IS A TRACKING DEVICE, AND I HAVE THE ENTIRE AIRSPACE SURROUNDED. YOU LAY AS MUCH AS ONE FINGER ON ME AND I WILL BLOW THIS ENTIRE PLACE TO THE GROUND, ANY HOPE OF FORMING A RESURGENCE IS OVER WITH." The men stop moving, yet my father is unfazed, his smile widening. Then, he lets out a chuckle. Not a laugh, not a scoff. A chuckle. As if my proposal is false. "Ok, don't touch him. Stand up, and follow me. I think you deserve a long talk."