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srwug_alpha_rp2014-01-10 12:45 pm
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06: "Yet each man kills the thing he loves/by each let this be heard..."
[1]
Isaac Sinclair is up on the Chalice deck in the wee hours of the morning, performing sword drills as rosy fingers of dawn stretch out over the horizon.
His strokes are large, brutal and scything, meant to cleave enemies in half. And yet, as he performs this ruthless form of combat...he seems to be calm, collected and at peace.
"By heavenly Jove, Jehovah, and Andraste..." He says quietly, winding down and starring at the rising sun. "Let my blade strike true, and let her hold her living son in her arms again..."
Interject?
[2]
Isaac is calling his mother in one of the Chalice's comm booths, hopping up and down on the balls of his beat as he listens to the dial tone. Finally, someone picks up on the other end.
"Mother Sinclair!" He calls out. "Oh, so many marvelous thing have happened last we talked! I know not where to start, but I think that at last, after so long, good fortune's c–!"
A sharp, muffled voice cuts him off. Isaac winces, then listens. And from the outside you can see his face turn pale.
"Oh Gods."
Eavesdrop?
[3]
Isaac sends a general comm transmission to everyone aboard the White Chalice...with the exception of Cora.
He looks really wild-eyed...and a bit gaunt.
"Does anyone here know a good barrister? A talented attorney who does pro-bono work, and is licensed to practice in Britannia? If anyone knows anything, or wishes to earn the eternal friendship of the Sinclair family..."
His voice trails off. "...please, help."
[4]
[Locked to all but one]
Come nighttime, Isaac is out of sight, huddled away in the corner of the main hanger, behind some of the logistics crates for the Dullahan team.
Slumped against a wall, sheathed family sword in his lap. After starring blankly into space for a moment, some focus comes back into them.
"There must be something I can do!" He hisses to himself, drawing his sword several inches out of his sheath. "Something!"
Footsteps echo through the dark, empty hanger. Isaac looks up, and inhales sharply. "You!"
Isaac Sinclair is up on the Chalice deck in the wee hours of the morning, performing sword drills as rosy fingers of dawn stretch out over the horizon.
His strokes are large, brutal and scything, meant to cleave enemies in half. And yet, as he performs this ruthless form of combat...he seems to be calm, collected and at peace.
"By heavenly Jove, Jehovah, and Andraste..." He says quietly, winding down and starring at the rising sun. "Let my blade strike true, and let her hold her living son in her arms again..."
Interject?
[2]
Isaac is calling his mother in one of the Chalice's comm booths, hopping up and down on the balls of his beat as he listens to the dial tone. Finally, someone picks up on the other end.
"Mother Sinclair!" He calls out. "Oh, so many marvelous thing have happened last we talked! I know not where to start, but I think that at last, after so long, good fortune's c–!"
A sharp, muffled voice cuts him off. Isaac winces, then listens. And from the outside you can see his face turn pale.
"Oh Gods."
Eavesdrop?
[3]
Isaac sends a general comm transmission to everyone aboard the White Chalice...with the exception of Cora.
He looks really wild-eyed...and a bit gaunt.
"Does anyone here know a good barrister? A talented attorney who does pro-bono work, and is licensed to practice in Britannia? If anyone knows anything, or wishes to earn the eternal friendship of the Sinclair family..."
His voice trails off. "...please, help."
[4]
[Locked to all but one]
Come nighttime, Isaac is out of sight, huddled away in the corner of the main hanger, behind some of the logistics crates for the Dullahan team.
Slumped against a wall, sheathed family sword in his lap. After starring blankly into space for a moment, some focus comes back into them.
"There must be something I can do!" He hisses to himself, drawing his sword several inches out of his sheath. "Something!"
Footsteps echo through the dark, empty hanger. Isaac looks up, and inhales sharply. "You!"
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Isaac. I wouldn't doubt that at some point everybody in the team... even Ulysses himself have felt the bite from some uppity noble who believed they were far better than everybody else.
Its a shame when the ones that are actually worth the station they hold are brought down by hard times.
[In other circumstances this would seem insulting, but the man sounded sympathetic as possible.]
And you know me better than to waste other people's time. I'm here to make you an offer... one that I think you'll find quite intriguing.
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[There was a deeply drawn breath.]
That being said, if you take this offer... well we have more than enough contacts to ensure Lord Athelstane's gambit is nothing more than white noise, and even possibly restore the Sinclair Family to its glory days.
I think that when that happens... well... Athelstane would be on his knees begging for forgiveness and supplanting himself to you.
A tempting image wouldn't you say?
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"Indeed...a balm for the soul, you might say."
He meets the mysterious person's eyes.
"But what does this offer entail? I believe the colloquial expression is 'there is a catch.' "
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[The figure throws a USB drive to Isaac.]
There'll be an optimal vantage point for sniper cover in the mission area. The Major will attempt to destroy as much of the facility as she can and she will require your assistance to do so.
[There was a moment of silence.]
You will withhold support and ensure that your partner is unable to do so as well.
After that, upload the contents of that drive into a receiver port that should be close to the area you're stationed in. Everything after that is on a need to know basis, and you'll be receiving your orders from someone higher up.
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His minds comes to a conclusion. "...means that your superiors wish to acquire Exxortium Fillios technology for themselves."
He chews on his lip for a long while as he mulls over the offer. The facility destruction will take place after the hostage rescue...Cora's son will be safe.
"I will do as you say." Isaac says at last. "God help me, if the Sinclair line will continue, I will do as you say. And I pray that through loyal service to Lady Anderson, I will be able to redeem this single double-cross."