07-20-2020, 09:03 PM
Midgard Command Base, Xiomera
July 20th, 9:02 AM
Commander Steel sat in his small office, generally displeased with the events of the morning. He had been in a sour mood ever since the assasination attempt on three Eirian politicians, including the Chancellor, had failed grandly. And I thought I had competent agents. Not one of them was able to kill an Eirian, especially that bastard Lancaster? I ought to have a talk with the trainers on their apparent lack of ability to pass any meaningful training on to their students.
A knock at the door disturbed his angry inner monologue. His Lieutenant, Codenamed Wire, peeked in, nervously noting his current mood. "Sir, the Agents are back from the Eirian missions".
He glowered and closed his laptop. "Wonderful. Send them in". Two nervous-looking agents stood at attention, eyes forward. "Reporting for Debrief, sir!". Lieutenant Wire returned back in with the mission reports, as was Debrief protocol, and began reading. "Operation Lightning Strike. Mission Goal: To assasinat-".
"Hold it, hold it". Steel stood, looking at the two agents. "Where's the third? There were three agents assigned, correct?".
Wire flipped through the pages. "Yes, sir. We lost contact with agent BT-036, assigned to target Alexander Dukov. As far as we can tell, he was captured while escaping. I can prepare an extraction, if you-".
He was interrupted by Steel slammed a large fist on the desk. "That's great! Two assassins failed to actually harm their target…." He gestured to the agents, who were at this point sweating like they had just finished a marathon. "...and one was captured after stabbing their target. Brilliant. Do you have word on what happened to Dukov?".
Wire hesitated, not wanting to incur any more of his Commander's infamous wrath. "Umm, he was taken to Compassion Hospital, where he was treated and where he remains in stable condition".
Steel flexed his fingers, trying to distract himself before he destroyed something in his own office. "Lieutenant Wire, take these two to the meeting room and debrief them there, please". He said through gritted teeth, leaving no room for questioning or debate. They hurried out of the cramped office, leaving Steel to himself.
The Commander sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. The Eirians were becoming extremely difficult. And he was beginning to suspect some of his agents have sympathy for the Eirians. After all, most of them were Eirian by birth. Steel, though, was born in Cape Auria, and was adopted by a couple of Midgard Agents who raised a number of children into the Midgard Ranks. He learned of his true origin at age 16, when his parents sat him down on his birthday.
He was still conflicted about researching his birth family. He had tried when he turned 18, but his Midgard Commander forced him to give up his search. Plus the name Christopher was common among Aurians born around his birth year, so he would have to comb through a ton of records just to have a chance at finding anything. And with the conflict in Xiomera escalating so fast, we just didn't have the time.
Being in his thirties, Steel was still fit for actual physical missions himself, something Odin was not. And with Odin incapacitated, he was planning to take a more active role in Midgard's operations, something Odin just couldn't do. Lead by example, instead of orders. He wasn't exactly fond of his old boss, seeing him as dated and a relic of an old ideology. Steel aspired to be a reformed version of Odin, one who deserves to be marked down in the history books. And if the Lancasters, or any other Eirian, stood in his way, he would take them down in his own way.
Cape Aurian Royal Jet, in flight near Mount Kairai, Eiria
July 20th, 10:20 AM
Queen Sophie Laurent took a sip of her water in a crystal wine glass as she glanced out the window, watching the mountains and hills of Eiria's Monterre province roll by. She had to admit, Eiria had beautiful landscapes. She took another sip from her glass and looked at the inhabitant of the chair across from her. Adrian Frank looked nervous, constantly looking out the window for any sign of Geminus. "Don't worry, we're not too far away from Geminus. Not much longer." She noted his half-eaten breakfast sandwich. "Excited to be home?".
He nodded. "Excited doesn't begin to sum it up". He turned back to Sophie, smiling. "Again, Thank you so much, your Majesty. You have given me a gift I don't know how to repay".
"Please, call me Sophie. You can repay me by not having to be expedited home again". She said in jest, smiling back. She had found Adrian stalled in Asylum proceedings, lonely and wanting to get home. She had used the Crown's extensive resources to hurry along the process and escort him home personally. She also filled him in on the history of Eiria since he was captured, at least, as much as an Aurian could. "Besides, it'll serve as a gesture of goodwill between our nations. Auria and Eiria have had some… Bad blood for centuries now, and hopefully this will begin to remidy it".
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Alice Lancaster sat across from her brother, watching the trees fly by and noting the traffic signs. The limo was going as fast as the speed limit would allow, which only heightened Alice's suspicion. She knew something was up when her brother personally pulled her out of a meeting she was leading without explanation. She was almost tempted to tell the driver to pull over, but as she watched her brother's expression, she decided against it.
They say twins have a form of telepathy never seen anywhere else, and while that may not be entirely true, Alice had years of experience reading her brother's thoughts by his expression. But his expression today baffled her. He had his political mask on, but it was slipping, revealing anxiety. Not exactly bad anxiety, but more excited. He was fidgeting, something he usually tries to hide in front of others.
She watched as the limo pulled up to a gate, which was promptly opened and passed. The car pulled into tarmac, and Alice got a view of a private plane with the Cape Aurian flag displayed on the side. What are the Aurians doing here? The car stopped, and Will opened the door, letting Alice out as the cars of Solar Guard Agents pulled in behind them.
The stairway to the private jet was already down, and Royal Guardians in Red and Purple marched down them, followed by a Woman in Purple and a familiar face. Her heart slowed as she squinted, trying to make sure her eyes weren't deceiving her. Adrian.
He recognized her about the same time as she recognized him. He almost lept off of the stairway and ran across the tarmac, aiming for Alice as she did the same. They embraced in the middle of the waiting area, desperately trying to make sure that the other was real and not a dream or hallucination.
As the couple were embracing, the Chancellor greeted the queen, bowing lightly. "Thank you, your Majesty. I owe you a debt I'm not sure I can repay."
She respectfully nodded back. "Actually, I believe you can. I need access to Eirian adoption records. I need to find what happened to an Aurian who was adopted into Eiria".
"Who are you looking for?".
"My son".
July 20th, 9:02 AM
Commander Steel sat in his small office, generally displeased with the events of the morning. He had been in a sour mood ever since the assasination attempt on three Eirian politicians, including the Chancellor, had failed grandly. And I thought I had competent agents. Not one of them was able to kill an Eirian, especially that bastard Lancaster? I ought to have a talk with the trainers on their apparent lack of ability to pass any meaningful training on to their students.
A knock at the door disturbed his angry inner monologue. His Lieutenant, Codenamed Wire, peeked in, nervously noting his current mood. "Sir, the Agents are back from the Eirian missions".
He glowered and closed his laptop. "Wonderful. Send them in". Two nervous-looking agents stood at attention, eyes forward. "Reporting for Debrief, sir!". Lieutenant Wire returned back in with the mission reports, as was Debrief protocol, and began reading. "Operation Lightning Strike. Mission Goal: To assasinat-".
"Hold it, hold it". Steel stood, looking at the two agents. "Where's the third? There were three agents assigned, correct?".
Wire flipped through the pages. "Yes, sir. We lost contact with agent BT-036, assigned to target Alexander Dukov. As far as we can tell, he was captured while escaping. I can prepare an extraction, if you-".
He was interrupted by Steel slammed a large fist on the desk. "That's great! Two assassins failed to actually harm their target…." He gestured to the agents, who were at this point sweating like they had just finished a marathon. "...and one was captured after stabbing their target. Brilliant. Do you have word on what happened to Dukov?".
Wire hesitated, not wanting to incur any more of his Commander's infamous wrath. "Umm, he was taken to Compassion Hospital, where he was treated and where he remains in stable condition".
Steel flexed his fingers, trying to distract himself before he destroyed something in his own office. "Lieutenant Wire, take these two to the meeting room and debrief them there, please". He said through gritted teeth, leaving no room for questioning or debate. They hurried out of the cramped office, leaving Steel to himself.
The Commander sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. The Eirians were becoming extremely difficult. And he was beginning to suspect some of his agents have sympathy for the Eirians. After all, most of them were Eirian by birth. Steel, though, was born in Cape Auria, and was adopted by a couple of Midgard Agents who raised a number of children into the Midgard Ranks. He learned of his true origin at age 16, when his parents sat him down on his birthday.
He was still conflicted about researching his birth family. He had tried when he turned 18, but his Midgard Commander forced him to give up his search. Plus the name Christopher was common among Aurians born around his birth year, so he would have to comb through a ton of records just to have a chance at finding anything. And with the conflict in Xiomera escalating so fast, we just didn't have the time.
Being in his thirties, Steel was still fit for actual physical missions himself, something Odin was not. And with Odin incapacitated, he was planning to take a more active role in Midgard's operations, something Odin just couldn't do. Lead by example, instead of orders. He wasn't exactly fond of his old boss, seeing him as dated and a relic of an old ideology. Steel aspired to be a reformed version of Odin, one who deserves to be marked down in the history books. And if the Lancasters, or any other Eirian, stood in his way, he would take them down in his own way.
Cape Aurian Royal Jet, in flight near Mount Kairai, Eiria
July 20th, 10:20 AM
Queen Sophie Laurent took a sip of her water in a crystal wine glass as she glanced out the window, watching the mountains and hills of Eiria's Monterre province roll by. She had to admit, Eiria had beautiful landscapes. She took another sip from her glass and looked at the inhabitant of the chair across from her. Adrian Frank looked nervous, constantly looking out the window for any sign of Geminus. "Don't worry, we're not too far away from Geminus. Not much longer." She noted his half-eaten breakfast sandwich. "Excited to be home?".
He nodded. "Excited doesn't begin to sum it up". He turned back to Sophie, smiling. "Again, Thank you so much, your Majesty. You have given me a gift I don't know how to repay".
"Please, call me Sophie. You can repay me by not having to be expedited home again". She said in jest, smiling back. She had found Adrian stalled in Asylum proceedings, lonely and wanting to get home. She had used the Crown's extensive resources to hurry along the process and escort him home personally. She also filled him in on the history of Eiria since he was captured, at least, as much as an Aurian could. "Besides, it'll serve as a gesture of goodwill between our nations. Auria and Eiria have had some… Bad blood for centuries now, and hopefully this will begin to remidy it".
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Alice Lancaster sat across from her brother, watching the trees fly by and noting the traffic signs. The limo was going as fast as the speed limit would allow, which only heightened Alice's suspicion. She knew something was up when her brother personally pulled her out of a meeting she was leading without explanation. She was almost tempted to tell the driver to pull over, but as she watched her brother's expression, she decided against it.
They say twins have a form of telepathy never seen anywhere else, and while that may not be entirely true, Alice had years of experience reading her brother's thoughts by his expression. But his expression today baffled her. He had his political mask on, but it was slipping, revealing anxiety. Not exactly bad anxiety, but more excited. He was fidgeting, something he usually tries to hide in front of others.
She watched as the limo pulled up to a gate, which was promptly opened and passed. The car pulled into tarmac, and Alice got a view of a private plane with the Cape Aurian flag displayed on the side. What are the Aurians doing here? The car stopped, and Will opened the door, letting Alice out as the cars of Solar Guard Agents pulled in behind them.
The stairway to the private jet was already down, and Royal Guardians in Red and Purple marched down them, followed by a Woman in Purple and a familiar face. Her heart slowed as she squinted, trying to make sure her eyes weren't deceiving her. Adrian.
He recognized her about the same time as she recognized him. He almost lept off of the stairway and ran across the tarmac, aiming for Alice as she did the same. They embraced in the middle of the waiting area, desperately trying to make sure that the other was real and not a dream or hallucination.
As the couple were embracing, the Chancellor greeted the queen, bowing lightly. "Thank you, your Majesty. I owe you a debt I'm not sure I can repay."
She respectfully nodded back. "Actually, I believe you can. I need access to Eirian adoption records. I need to find what happened to an Aurian who was adopted into Eiria".
"Who are you looking for?".
"My son".
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