Posted by: Summercat
« on: March 24, 2010, 04:58:11 AM »August 23rd, 1363 Feldman Calender
Military Barracks, Stone Town
Zanzibar, Kingdom of Lanquassia.
It was cold. She was wet. Scared witless, Corine didn't know how the events of the last day had gone on.
A light pierced into the dark cell, and for a moment her hope rose, only to be dashed when it was Colonel Briggs, with a pistol. Aimed straight at her forehead.
"You've provided these riots too much of a focus, Ms. Maccau." The officer seemed to hesistate, the gun wavering, before it steadied again. "Orders from above have told me to expedite the control of these riots. Specifically with you. Goodbye, Ms. Maccau."
The last thing she saw was the flash from the muzzle of the pistol. Then, darkness.
Stone City Spaceport
A few hours later
Commander Joshua Phillips looked at the messanger. "You are certain?" The hapless young man nodded. "Yes sir, Colonel Briggs went in, there was a gunshot, and he departed. Her body was moved out not too much later. Corine Maccau was murdered." There was a muted undertone of anger within the native Zanzibarian's voice. Commander Phillips would have taken note of it, except that he, too, shared the feelings of anger.
"Well, we can't have you running around," Phillips said. "So it looks like we'll be bringing you aboard as we make our trip."
The messanger looked warily. "Aboard the ship? A trip where, sir?" The Commander looked grim.
"Admiral Grant is going to want to hear this, asap. We're heading to Heidelburg to inform him." Eventually, Phillips thought to himself. He wanted to make certain that whatever the result, the Royal Government didn't know the reason why he would eventually put in to Heidelburg station.
October 5th, 1363 FC
HMS Joseph Buckley, Flagship 3rd Fleet
Heidelburg Station, Kingdom of Lanquassia
Alexander woke up panting. He had been dreaming of the last stages of Operation Jarelia again... Eventually, he shook his head to clear it, then took note of what woke him from his unwelcome dreams, the com signal. Wearily, he reached over to activate it. "This is Grant, what is it?"
The comm officer on duty replied softly, "Sir, the HMS Luzon just made transit from the Saxony warp point. She's squawked normal codes over regular frequency, but we've received a tightbeam message for you personally from her commander.
The admiral groaned, then stretched a bit. "Well, I suppose I could take it," he said somewhat tensely. "Send it over to my computer, would you?" The tech signaled an affirmative, then signed off. His console, across the room, gave a small tone indicating it recieved a message.
Admiral Sir Alexander Grant, Order of the Kingdom of Bari, walked over to his console and activated a message. The face of a stranger appeared on the screen. "Admiral Grant, I'm Commander Joshua Phillips, CO of Luzon. I'm afraid I'm the bearer of bad news..."
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Military Barracks, Stone Town
Zanzibar, Kingdom of Lanquassia.
It was cold. She was wet. Scared witless, Corine didn't know how the events of the last day had gone on.
A light pierced into the dark cell, and for a moment her hope rose, only to be dashed when it was Colonel Briggs, with a pistol. Aimed straight at her forehead.
"You've provided these riots too much of a focus, Ms. Maccau." The officer seemed to hesistate, the gun wavering, before it steadied again. "Orders from above have told me to expedite the control of these riots. Specifically with you. Goodbye, Ms. Maccau."
The last thing she saw was the flash from the muzzle of the pistol. Then, darkness.
Stone City Spaceport
A few hours later
Commander Joshua Phillips looked at the messanger. "You are certain?" The hapless young man nodded. "Yes sir, Colonel Briggs went in, there was a gunshot, and he departed. Her body was moved out not too much later. Corine Maccau was murdered." There was a muted undertone of anger within the native Zanzibarian's voice. Commander Phillips would have taken note of it, except that he, too, shared the feelings of anger.
"Well, we can't have you running around," Phillips said. "So it looks like we'll be bringing you aboard as we make our trip."
The messanger looked warily. "Aboard the ship? A trip where, sir?" The Commander looked grim.
"Admiral Grant is going to want to hear this, asap. We're heading to Heidelburg to inform him." Eventually, Phillips thought to himself. He wanted to make certain that whatever the result, the Royal Government didn't know the reason why he would eventually put in to Heidelburg station.
October 5th, 1363 FC
HMS Joseph Buckley, Flagship 3rd Fleet
Heidelburg Station, Kingdom of Lanquassia
Alexander woke up panting. He had been dreaming of the last stages of Operation Jarelia again... Eventually, he shook his head to clear it, then took note of what woke him from his unwelcome dreams, the com signal. Wearily, he reached over to activate it. "This is Grant, what is it?"
The comm officer on duty replied softly, "Sir, the HMS Luzon just made transit from the Saxony warp point. She's squawked normal codes over regular frequency, but we've received a tightbeam message for you personally from her commander.
The admiral groaned, then stretched a bit. "Well, I suppose I could take it," he said somewhat tensely. "Send it over to my computer, would you?" The tech signaled an affirmative, then signed off. His console, across the room, gave a small tone indicating it recieved a message.
Admiral Sir Alexander Grant, Order of the Kingdom of Bari, walked over to his console and activated a message. The face of a stranger appeared on the screen. "Admiral Grant, I'm Commander Joshua Phillips, CO of Luzon. I'm afraid I'm the bearer of bad news..."
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