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[IC] Acheron- The Fall
Egos
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2 years and 9 months before the Fall of the Twelve Colonies
---->They can't seriously go through with this. A universal defense system would allow any enemy of Caprica the potential to infiltrate our systems, access our schematics as well as intercept any tactical maneuvers while they occur. Surely Adar isn't blinded by that man's charms to not see the possibility of another Tom Zarek or worse?
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>Ethan I understand your concern, but we live in a different world now. The time of inter-colonial rifts is behind us you need to look ahead and you need to start playing your cards right with Gaius Baltar. That man is moving up in the world and if you don't want to sink you'll make sure to stay on his good side.
I know that will be hard for you do you really do hate that guy and I've agreed with you in the past that others are more deserving on the power he now wields. But the plans for the CNP are solid, sure there may have been other solutions but I think you are letting the fact you didn't get the position cloud your judgment.
Start to Enjoy life Ethan for once you're not the one everyone is turning to,
Mark
72 Hours before the Fall of the 12 Colonies
Dr. Ethan Holland Amorak , a member of the Colonial Ministry of Defense, was now in the backseat of a limousine quickly on his way to rendezvous with the Battleship Aurora. A Ministry of Defense member was required to be on-site whenever a major station or Battlestar first received the CNP, since Amorak was the only official available it was his duty to tend to the distant station Acheron. He looked out his window to see that the car was quickly approaching Caprica Harbor.
Amorak turned and before he knew it, the driver had already flashed several I.D. cards to the guard and the car was in a private bay.
"We're here sir."
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Six men depart from Trojan Spaceport to never see this world again. Little do they know of what is about to occur and one wonders if they would still leave if they did. There is a reason fate does not give one a choice in these matters and these men were chosen. Chosen by the Hand of God or something much more sinister, . The only thing that is certain is that while Caprica awaits its destruction , these men depart for the Gates of
Welcome Home
As you get a better look at the Aurora you notice that the interior is much more luxurious than you would have imagined, it's almost as nice as the Colonial One - had the Colonial One been a Battleship. It might be a bit nicer than the Colonial One , considering there is a small bar with stools ,refrigerator, and the works. Aside from how nice the ship is you notice how empty it is except for occasional crew member passing by.
Looking to the front of the ship you see the pilot and his co-pilot as well as two apparent navigation officers. Amorak quickly takes up a seat near the front of vessel. Similarly all men choose to sit alone. Turning to the back of the ship you notice two men you hadn't seen before , also armed. They are sitting across from each other and guarding the door to the maintenance area.
You had also received word that your friend at Selenco had wanted to talk to you when you were off-duty.
almost mocking you, all of the other subjects have improved except her. She was a seemingly perfect fit for the procedure , yet the nano-machines haven't helped her molecular regrowth level to a substantial enough level. It was vexing almost as if the Gods , should you had believed in them, specifically desired for this not work for her. As you look to the results again , you see your answering machine blinking- suddenly you hear a knocking on your office door.
You see Michael through the plastic window on your door. Michael has a surprisingly dour disposition on his face compared to his usual upbeat attitude.
"Gentlemen" he gestures to the war table where three glasses with ambrosia have been laid out. You look back and notice a bottle on a terminal in the corner as well an additional glass.
Ikor moves forward a bit unsure "Sir?" . Doric exhales some smoke and glares at 1st. Lieutenant for a moment "It's not a trap, Lieutenant" and then turns away and smiles. King flashes you a quick look and smirks, keeping his arms crossed behind his back; making it clear he wasn't going to partake.
After Ikor has taken his glass and it is clear that King isn't going to take his. The General looks to White "If you ever get thirsty the glass is still there." he shrugs his eyebrows and begins to pace.
"The Colonial Ministry of Defense has sent an Investigation Team here along with Rear Admiral Faulkner. Frak knows why." He walks over to his desk and picks up his drink and takes a quick deep chug.
"And Frak knows how we have a bunch of Privates running around with that knowledge..." He glances down " Supposedly the CMD is only here to update the Triton's defense systems and some the Stations, but those Corporate .." he seems like he is about to curse but holds it back "suits think it's something more. Apparently Caprica agrees and I am to make sure the investigators do not step near Janus Facilities. I take it this won't be hard to ensure?"
"And Ikor , find out who leaked this information" Ikor quickly nods "That's all, dismissed"
King is gone within seconds, but it takes Ikor a moment or two to place his glass down and salute both you and the General before leaving.
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"What can i do for you?" He says while motioning towards a vacant seat.
Approximately 1400 Hours
Captain Sera Blackwood, callsign Nyx, stands behind the podium in front of you. Standing 5’7, short-slicked back black hair, and porcelain complexion she seems to be maintaining her professional disposition as usual despite the slight rumblings in the back. She holds her back up and widens her eyes until everyone has quieted down.
“Ok…” she says quietly
“At approximately Seventeen Hundred Hours the Aurora Carrier will arrive on Triton. The Carrier will be transporting Former Rear Admiral Faulkner as well as Dr. Ethan Amorak and a team from the Colonial Ministry of Defense. Commander Brandt wants to make sure that the Rear Admiral has a nice welcome wagon. So we are sending out two teams to escort the Aurora back home.”
She looks in your direction “Arkanian, you’ll be leading a Alpha Squadron”
Nyx’s eyes quickly move to a brunette sitting in third row “Maxwell, Beta Squadron”
She nods and looks over the pilots in attendance
“If there aren’t any questions, you are all dismissed. Assignments are on the sheet by the door, where it always is.”
Her head tilts to the side and she looks off almost as if she realizes she sounds like a substitute teacher.
From afar you notice Drennan has a copy of the New Caprica Times out, as you approach him he folds it neatly and puts it on the tray in front of him. Drennan has rather contrasting qualities at first he appeared bookish and meek but as you addressed him and got a better look at him he almost has a rather dashing or noble appearance.
“Ah!” his brows raise sharply and he takes off his reading glasses and puts them in his jacket pocket, he flashes you quick smile after turning quickly to the back “Those two...”
“The Incident on the Violet Rose” a grin remains on his face as if he is fond of what he is about to tell you “About 8 years ago a terrorist disguised a journalist, Rudolf Spiros, managed to make his way on-board a carrier similar to this one carrying several Gemenese diplomats. He was able to disable security, one by one, because instead of placing security in a place where they had a clear view of the entire ship they were spread out. Not only that they were placed in areas where they couldn’t watch each other and were also vulnerable, I believe Spiros was able to tie one the guards hands while he was sleeping from the chair behind him.” Drennan chuckles
“He was able to hold the ship hostage” Drennan seems to be gauging your reaction “His demand? Talia Nosolref , a Tauron Terrorist of some and Spiros’s lover. After 10 hours of negotiations, she was released. The rest of the details are a bit fuzzy, Spiros disabled the tracking systems and landed in an unspecified location. He somehow managed to escape with Nosolref and the Gemense diplomats were safe. Ever since however the Colonial Government has learned it’s lesson.” Drennan’s eyes dart to the guards in the back. “I think it’s just protocol in our case.”
He smiles “I don’t think we’ve been formerly introduced, the name is Roger Drennan” he puts his hand out for you to shake
“Thank you, Doctor”
Michael quickly sits down and tries to keep his arms folded, although he seems to have trouble with his left one he holds it still.
“Sorry for inconveniencing you” Michael starts to bite his lip “Um.”
Despite the fact the man could easily tear you in half he still seems a bit shy in your presence it seems.. Or at least a bit tongue-tied.
He holds his left arm in place and reaches into his vest pocket with his right hand to pull out 6 pictures which he lays out on your desk.
“Ms. Gray sent orders out this morning…” he looks to the side a moment, a bit dazed, and then returns his gaze back to you
“The CMD has sent several men to Acheron. Corporate is a bit worried after the recent break-ins that they may be corrupt government officials. They want us to make sure that none of the staff talk to any of these men and make sure to report them if they see any of them on the premises.”
Michael bends his head over on the desk and looks at the photos to make sure he didn’t give you any duplicates. He turns one of them over, you recognize the man to be Dr. Ethan Amorak and surely enough Dr. Ethan Amorak is written on the back.
“Ok just double checking… I forgot to put names on the back of the ones I gave to Vess, he wasn’t very happy” He makes a mock frown.
“To be honest, if there anyone you have to be worried about it’s these four.” He separates four pictures from Amorak and another photo of a man in in his early to mid 60s.
“I’m sure it’s nothing, but have to get these out. Part of the job” He sighs
“I won’t keep you any longer” He bows slightly
The General looks directly into your eyes for a moment and it’s clear that he is aware you are fishing for answers, but he seems more amused than angry.
“Frak if I know..” he seems to be telling the truth
He hangs his head down, gritting onto the cigar with his teeth. He makes a halfway turn around the war table and picks up a newspaper and tosses it to you. On the front page is a photo of scientist cum celebrity Gaius Baltar with some buxom actress shopping on Caprica.
“Throw a pair of breasts at the man and he’ll be your slave …”
You aren’t quite sure how this correlates to your question but he doesn’t seem to be trying to mislead you.
Doric grunts “and I’ve seen his dossier.” He really doesn’t seem to like Baltar. He looks back to you and points to the paper
“My point is these assholes don’t think using this..” he removes his hand and taps at his head. “At least the ones making decisions…”
Doric wipes his hand across his face. “Eh, if you want my opinion off the record and really what I said a moment ago should have been.”
“I think Colleen Gray and her boys over at Janus are being paranoid after the Blake incident. I would assume the Investigation Team is just here to make sure Acheron is still up to snuff. Faulkner served here during the Cylon War. Probably has sentimental value.”
From what you can he is he being honest with you and from his physical state, the drinking and heavy smoking he seems to be stressed out over dealing with the bureaucracy.
"Thanks" Ron mutters as he closes the door behind Michael. He sits back down at his desk and flicks the answering machine. The tape plays as he roughly tapes the six photos on the wall behind him.
You have: 2 new messages
*beep* recieved 8:30am *beep*
"Ron, this is Colleen. Giving you a heads up, I just got word of this today; the Colonial Ministry of Defense is arriving on world at 7 PM. I’m having Michael go around with pictures of the arriving "guests". I’m doubtful we’ll have another break-in after what happened two weeks ago, but you can't be too careful. There is also a lawyer onboard who might complicate things with Blake....... You never know.. Anyways…. We'l- *static*"
*beep* recieved 10:40am *beep*
"*static continues*"
Ron swivels in his chair slightly unnerved by the odd messages. Eh, it's probably just a dodgy connection he considers, not at all reassuringly as he grabs the latest report and goes to find Victor Farheim.
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"Oh, I'm sure we're up to snuff and ready to do our duty... should it come to it." Nathan said while slowly swirling the liquid in his glass.
"But speaking of Blake, I'm a little concerned over the whole situation. I was thinking of heading over to the CLE personally and see if I can't get some answers." Pausing for a taste of the Ambrosia, "Unless you have any objections?"
After a brief bit of small talk about the article Drennan is reading, Timms asks in a low, curious tone, "So, what do you think about this assignment?"
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Nyx's eyes seem to be scanning the back row before the go back to upon the utterance of the word "Captain". She turns , her right brow raised "Expectation of trouble?" her gaze retreats off you for a moment and wonders over the crowd "No, Lieutenant. The Commander merely wishes to give the Former Rear Admiral a warm welcome ."
Drennan leans back in his chair "It's a bit strange they only sent three of us... Especially when there is potential for a relatively large scale operation.." Roger seems to be thinking to himself "The Triton should have most of it's defenses up to date, but there is still a lot that needs to be done. Acheron will need a modified version of the CNP which is what Amorak has on, but further modifications will need to be made. Which may get complicated if the Military Presence there is not fond of us. "
"Really, I've only heard of incidents happening on Sagittaron and the like and those were freak incidents... So I don't think there is much to be worried about."
"None at all."
Doric crosses his arms and starts to look over the War Room realizing he is gonna have to clean the place up, as he notices you leave you hear him say
"..and White give the Major my regards."
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"If there are no further questions....." Pilots soon begin to clear out of the briefing room, except for a few stragglers chatting with their friends or double checking the roster sheet.
You approach Danae Maxwell who is standing in the third row and seems to be talking to a male pilot sitting in the row behind her. As soon as he spots you approaching, he quickly salutes before standing up and making his way toward exit. Danae quickly turns and smiles cordially , she doesn't seem that surprised by your approach
"Andrew , I take it you are here to talk about the mission? Or have you finally decided to declare you unrequited love for me?" Her eyes quickly dart over to Roster sheet "They mixed things up a bit..."
You had made your way to Victor Farheim's office, but the door was locked and the lights were out. As such you headed to the Testing Lab in which Farheim was likely to be. Making your way across from the main building through several corridors, you noticed more armed guards patrolling the general hallways than usual. Many of whom you didn't recognize, which means that there had been a spurt of new hires. Since you had usually memorized faces ,if not names at least, after a certain point.
After making your way to the East Wing, you go through several facial signature and handprint recognizers to reach the general Testing Area, but not the labs themselves. Having access to another set of elevators you press 2b and make your way to the second lowest level where you believe Farheim to be. After reaching said level. You see a man behind a pane of glass draped in safety gear. After flashing your I.D. to the man , he merely nods recognizes who you are. There is a full-body suit with SCBA in a container nearby for you to put.
After doing so you are allowed into a chamber, after passing clearance, you are allowed into the Testing Area. You see several men walking back and forth carrying vials for unknown purposes. In the center of the room you notice a tall man , although cloaked in his environmental suit, was clearly Farheim from the fact he was wasn't testing nanomachines tirelessly and you recognized his general body frame . He also has a tendency to shift weight onto his right leg, you've noticed...
Ron walks over towards Farheim and motions for him step back into the gray region with him.
Once the door had firmly sealed behind them Ron removes his protective headgear.
"We need to do something about Amanda. She's not responding and its starting to bother me...I'd like to transfer her downstairs. Away from the others. I think we need to discuss special treatment...As you know I've had a bunch of new equipment moved in over the past month and all the contractors have gone now, the place is vacant...I think it might be time to go to more extreme efforts to try to find where its going."
"Sir" with a quick salute the Colonel exits the war room.
While making his way to the landing bay Nathan makes a stop at the Adjutants office for a copy of Major Blakes dossier. Perhaps there was something within that could help explain this whole situation. Or at very least it would give him an insight into the Major.
Dossier in hand, he continues to the landing bay, and eventually down to the surface.
"Well, Danae, you know I would, but what would all the men in my barracks say? I wouldn't know if they'd be jealous of me or you." Achilles covers some obvious sexual tension with humor. He goes through his squadron list, double checking names.
Squad Leader- Andrew Arkanian
DarkHorse, Born and Angel were missing. "Looks like Siren got added to my squadron. Curious. You have any new faces?"
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Max scratches her chin as she looks over the list "I've never flown with Grin or Backfoot before.."
She crosses her arms "Chameleon and Whiplash are missing. She leans back against one of the sides of the chair.
You hear a slight hmm sound come from her before she starts speaking again "Anyway sounds like Brandt really just wants to put on a show for the Old Admiral so I'm just gonna stick to the basics. Three squads, Diamond Formation. If they feel like doing loops and crap , they can go all out. It's not like the cylons are gonna suddenly attack us or some frakkin' nonsense."
Farheim removes his helmet. Revealing a full head of red hair and intense grey eyes.
He starts to speak "Ron, I..." but stops when he sees the concerned express on your face, as he listens to what you have to say the stern buisness like express on his face starts to transform into that of a worried father. At first he doesn't respond to what you have to say.
"The results I got back said she was improving.." his left leg shakes nervously as he stares into the testing area. "How does she get worse? None of the others do?" His voice isn't filled with malice but disbelief. His head rocks like an egg about to tip over the edge of a table. His movement ceases and he turns back to you.
"She's not gonna like being separated from the other children." you can see some sadness in his eyes "It's the only thing that makes her feel like a normal kid."
He seems to be agreeing with you though..
The Raptor ECO salutes you as you make your way onboard, taking a seat on-board you look over the copy of dossier you immediately notice several areas have been covered over in black
Name: Blake, Roland
Colony: Aerilon
D.O.B.: 3/12/2019
As you skim across his dossier you read a a story similar to others you have heard. A young man growing up a farming family joins the service at the age of 18 to help provide for his family, his hardwork and dedication quickly gains the notice of superiors. This seems to have been the case with Blake. His recent history seems to have been deemed "classified' information. The only other information you can glean is that the surveillance footage supposedly recorded Blake around 3:03 AM approximately 3 1/2 weeks ago. There is mention of an arresting officer as well as an Janus Official but their names are blacked out.
You suddenly feel a rumble and you have arrived on the Acheron Base Landing Bay on Charon . After the Raptor Pilot opens the door, you are greeted by two marines who promptly salute you as you make your way off the transport. Looking off in the distance you see the brimming streets of Charon. Most notably the hives clambering to get into the behemoth structure located directly in front of the Military base affectionately known as the "Arena"; undoubtedly an event of some sort is occurring.
Although having a more pressing matter at hand, curiosity got the better of him. Nathan turns to one of the Marines and motions toward the crowd, "Private, you know whats on at the Arena tonight?"
"Yeah, I was just curious. Hadn't ever noticed it before." After pausing briefly to ponder what he had just taken in, Timms then continues.
"But, I'm sure it'll be fine. I think Amorak knows what he's doing, after all. Still, looking forward to getting off this ship."
After a bit more small talk, Timms realizes he has a long day ahead of him and excuses himself. After finding an empty row, Timms settles himself in for a small nap.
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"Famous last words." Achilles smiles faintly and commits the list to memory.
He folds up the list and puts it in his flight suit. "See you in pre-flight?"
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"We just don't know...I hoping that if we look a little deeper we might find out...and yes, I do realise what we're taking away but the sooner we can figure this out, the sooner she can go back to being a normal girl" Ron voices while looking away. I think he and Victor both knew that that last statement was a lie but neither were willing to admit it.
"I'll leave the final decision up to you, but i'm not sure what else we can do up here. I'll start preparing the logistics of the move, can you get back to me by the end of the day with your answer?"
After looking over the list a few times you are easily able to memorize the names of those in your squadron, not only that you were able to pick up those on Max's squadron also. Granted you already knew them, but it was an altered roster...
"Catch you later, Arkanian" she smirks. Obviously referencing Nyx's propensity for using last names during briefings.
After she leaves. Your memory buzzes as you recalled hearing
"Whiplash, you up for a game of Triad....(?)" and some other words, you didn't hear the rest because you were too busy getting to the ready room. If they were gonna be playing they would be playing in the Rec Room. Impressive that you were able to memorize those missing from Max's squadron also.
It starts with Flashes
You hear air escape from Victor’s nose as he sighs, but he tries to keep as quiet about it as possible. He nods repeatedly; eyes squinted obviously distressed over the entire situation. Walking a bit closer to you he doesn’t look you directly in the face, instead he tilts his head slightly down, almost as if he ashamed to express emotion in front of you,
He pats the side of your arm friendlily “I’ll come by your office when I’m done down here.” He curls his lip slightly and nods one last time and turns back to re-enter the white zone.
His back facing you, he turns “Ron, I appreciate what you are trying to do for Amanda.” . He turns back.
“I always have..”
He places his mask back on and enters the de-containment chamber.
The two marines exchange a knowing look after you ask your question.
Marine 1: “Th..”
Marine 2: “Some of the Janus Contractors are fighting in the Arena tonight and this is one of the rare occasions in which anyone is allowed to go up against the “Gladiators”.
Marine 1: “For a small fee..”
Marine 2: “Yes for a small fee. But it’s not often you get a chance to take out Talos or Hydra.”
Marine 1: “You do realize you aren’t actually killing them?”
Marine 2: “Ruin the fantasy..”
The two stare at each other with hate filled eyes and I do mean hate filled especially over such a trivial matter, that is until the marine on your left peaks up at you and breaks away from his stare.
Marine 1: “The Colonel is still here.”
He attempts to whisper thinking he can somehow get it across to the other marine without you hearing, and the two suddenly remove their glance from each other and stand at full attention.
Marine 2: “Pardon us, Sir. Hope that was of help, Sir.”
Marine 1: “Let us know if we can be of further assistance, Sir”
Looking down at each of their shirts. You note that the more assertive marine is Pvt. Alberts while the one who recalled you were still present was Pvt. Maclamara.
Leaving the labs after stowing his suit in his assigned locker, he heads back to his office.
He sits down at his desk and punches in the extension for Ms Gray into his phone.
Riiiiiiiiiiiinnngggg Riiiinnnnnnnngg
Checking the time on the ready room clock, Achilles heads to the rec room before he's needed in pre-flight. once there, he scans the room for those on his roster.
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"Sounds like they're not your favorite people" Nathan looked from one Marine to the other, concerned, "You two had a run in with them?"
Upon entering the rec room, you spot a dozen or so pilots. The majority of which are situated near the TV hanging from the ceiling watching a Pyramid match between the Gemenon Twins and the Olympian Stallions. You spot Scrapper in one of the chairs near the front.
To your immediate right you spot a table, in the back, where a group of four is playing a game of Triad. Low and behold the notorious Whiplash is there, as well as ‘Grin’ whom you remember being on Max’s squadron. Darkhorse and Ripcord also happen to be playing.
You get a dial tone, when it is suddenly interrupted by
That Sound
….
.
.
“Hello?”
you hear Colleen’s voice suddenly on the other side of the line.
The two privates eye each other before responding.
Maclamara: “You know how it is, Sir. Some of the Marines take offense at the presence of private contractors. Who has the bigger gun, which guy has the most experience, etcetera, etcetera. Really it’s just one big pissing contest. Although it may be a bit more personal for Alberts over here”
Maclamara flashes Alberts a quick, knowing, smile. Alberts opens his eyes wide slightly alarmed.
Alberts: I’m not sure what it is you speak of, Private Maclamara.
Maclamara: Really can’t remember that one night you had one night too many and approached a certain Miss Hydra… someone ended up on their ass…"
"...."
"...."
"...."
"....and I don't mean in that way...."
Alberts stares at Maclamara for a moment “Can’t say that I do”
Maclamara looks at you and grins as if slightly triumphant.
Then Darkness
"Timms..."
You open your eyes upon hearing the faint sound of Faulkner's voice, only to discover yourself lying down and looking upward at a forest canopy. For a moment you think you are on Virgon, but something inside you knows for certain you are not. Forcing yourself up , you gaze in the direction you heard the voices. As if prepared for some ancient ritual. Faulkner, Haven, Amorak, Drennan and Stone hung crucified each to a tree in a half-circular pattern separated from the rest of trees in the forest. Their wrists and limbs bound by vines....their hands and feet nailed in by large thorns. Each of their blood flowed perfectly down a vertical line in each tree down into a small ravine which leads directly to small rock-cut basin nearby you. There is no water..only blood.
There is no sign of life, but blood still seems to be draining from their bodies.. You try to move but can't, that is when you see her the woman in the gray cloak. Her body is covered, but from what you instinctively know she is beautiful. Just as you instinctively know you are not on Virgon. She carries with her a wooden... she moves up to and kneels beside the basin , ignoring your presence. Bending back up with the bucket full , she then turns to you and forces it to your lips.
You find yourself forced to comply
That is when you see her eyes, brilliant and green. She smiles.
"They must die so you can live, Donald."
She removes the bucket from your lips and as the remaining contents go down your throat, your vision begins to fade once more......You see someone...Someone you know. Someone you trust.
You try to reach out to her
But you can't
You try to speak to her
But you can't
All you can do is Watch
But then you are taken away , forcibly by the shoulders.
.
.
.
Turning around... you find yourself in the President's office.
Adar: "You alright, Donald?" He smiles congenially "Maybe you should sit down..." He gestures to a chair in front of his desk.
"Huh? Ah. Right. Um. Yes, yes think I should."
Must have just dozed off for a second. On my feet. In the middle of the day. Yes. Of course. Only logical explanation.
After pausing to regain his composure after a rather disturbing dream, Timms takes his seat and continues, "So, how's your day going, Mr. President?"
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"Colleen, what on earth is going on...All these strange messages..."
"You have to understand that what we had was just a one time fling inspired by far too much ambrosia. Its important that we remain professional."
"Now then, what is the deal with this new ship that's landing...Do I have anything to worry about?
Nathan chuckled warmly at the two Privates, "Ha. Well, as long as it's nothing more than the usual then I'll leave you two to it."
Returning their salutes the Colonel made towards the busy streets and hailed down a taxi. Settling in for the ride he couldn't help but watch the people and buildings pass by, it was almost hypnotic.
"Ho, Whiplash." Andrew approaches the table, looking over the game. His eyes deliberately flick up to the clock and then back to the table. "Room for one more?"
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"Always room for one more , Ark" Whiplash says in rather charming Aerilon accent
"Fair warning, Makar here is kicking our arses here." Darkhorse smiles slightly but looks like he is trying to remain humble or else keep his Triad face
Scrapper speaks up "1 cubit ante. Max raise is 5 cubits. Since this is a friendly game." he looks over at Grin. Grin responds "Hey I'm just pissed because I'm gonna have to skip lunch tomorrow"
"Okay that is fair."
Each round we change dealers. At the moment Scrapper is the dealer, followed by Ripcord, then Whiplash, then you, then Darkhorse, and then Grin.
"Sound good?"
Whiplash pushes the stool next to him out slightly towards to you
The President smiles as he sees you take a seat almost as if he is honored to have your company, after you ask your question he takes a moment to think when his face suddenly becomes blank
“Today hasn’t been very eventful”
and then becomes forlorn
“In the past I would have been relieved to have a day like that”
He laughs to himself… it is hollow though..
He sits in his chair
“Funny how things change” he says quietly to himself
“Donald, I’m going to ask you something and it may seem a tad peculiar . Where were you before you appeared in my office?”
The person on the other side of phone remains silent for a few moments
“......if there is someone harassing you Heironymous, you know the proper security protocol.” She sighs seemingly in disgust “You’ve been told all you need to know about the landing party. If you have further inquiries, I’d advise you once again visit the Chief of Security. If that is all..Goodbye, Doctor West”
It takes around 25 minutes before you arrive at the Holding Facility in which Blake is being kept in. It really looks like any Police Department you’d see on any Colony, except the police entering and exiting look a whole lot better equipped. Although the building itself does seem a bit more corporate in it’s aesthetic it’s a bit hard to place….it may have been renovated.
Upon exiting the cab and paying your fee. You enter to find a bookish looking woman, in her mid to late 30s, behind a desk in the reception hall. She seems to be the only attendee working at the moment. There are two long hall ways near the entrance, and two stair cases (one leading up and another leading down). It’s not especially clear where leads where.....
Though one could likely deduce where the holding cells are. At least approximately.
Striding up to the desk Nathan caught the eye of the receptionist, "Afternoon ma'am" he said with a smile, "Colonel Nathan White to see a Major Roland Blake currently being detained here." He watched to see her reaction, if any, from the Majors name being mentioned.
Andrew pulls the chair out a little further and sits down. He tosses in his ante, and waits for the shuffle. He looks over at Grin. "You're flying under Max again today, eh?"
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Grin sighs as takes a quick look at his hand. "That I am."
He takes a bottle of beer from the center of the table an takes a sip "This lucky frakker gets to sit on his ass while the rest of us get to play guard duty ." Looking over at Whiplash
"Uh " he sighs. A faint smile now on his face.
You noticed your cards have been dealt to you.
Prince, Pyramid, 10, 5, Pyramid, Princess
"Seems the Major is quite popular" She flashes a quick smile before flipping you the sign-in sheet in one quick motion
"If you could just sign-in, Colonel. Officer Wales will then lead you down to the holding cells in the basement".
Said Officer soon emerges from behind the counter "Afternoon Colonel, once you're done, we'll just have you go through the metal detector to your left there. Gonna have to take any sidearms you may be carrying as a precaution."
He quickly follows up as if fearful of your response "You ,of course, will receive them back when done with your visitation. They will be safely held in the storage lockers behind Amanda over there"
"Where... was I? What an odd question. And what do you mean, appeared? I was just waiting outside until you could see- That's not right, is it?"
Putting his hand on the top of his head, Timms closes his eyes and digs around through a half remembered fog.
"I... I was on a spaceship. Right? Going to see some military instillation. Had a conversation with someone that I was working with... and then the next thing is sitting here."
Starting to get a little agitated and more than a little confused, Timms continues a bit more loudly.
"What's going on here?"
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"Hm."
Adar leans back in his chair and sighs seemingly disappointed. He swivels his chair and stares into the emptiness now in-front of him
".....Is that truly all you can recall, Donald?"
Timms turns pale as memory suddenly comes flooding back to him, burning itself into his mind's eye. Not sure that he can ever forget now, Timms responds "No. I remember more. The place in the woods with the bodies and the blood. It was... horrible. She made me drink... I didn't want to, but... I couldn't do anything."
Timms voice trails off. After a long pause, his face grows flushed again.
"I'm still waiting on an answer, Mr. President. What's going on here?!"
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Achilles folds his cards to a single stack, having memorized them, and looks around the table. "Hey, at least it's not a CAP, right? Rip, your bet, I believe." Achilles begins purposefully handling five cubit chips in front of him, showing a strong bet.
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