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Post by Carlos on Sept 19, 2012 21:21:28 GMT -6
"Sounds like playing games to me. You should probably get going. I have to take a look at my power armor," Patriel replied with a tired expression.
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Post by Pitman on Sept 19, 2012 21:24:11 GMT -6
"Not playing more like not sure what to do. Anyways I got to get going as well see yah around the campus.", Ven said as he took his leave.
'Well for now I guess I will simply continue with the classes til my Armor arrives.. still something feels off. I don't know what to put it.'
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Post by Carlos on Sept 20, 2012 16:53:35 GMT -6
The following day. Sometime after classes had ended. Patriel received a direct communique from the Sarcanus light carrier orbiting the planet.
"Captain," Patriel said with a salute.
"At ease, Lieutenant," The Captain said removing his cap. He was in a secure room and no one else would hear. The channel was also being transmitted via direct laser using a relay balloon the ship had released into the atmosphere. So intercepting it would prove difficult and in any case it was military grade encryption. Patriel nodded. "There has been some troubling information that has come to light to our intelligence."
Patriel became a bit anxious all of a sudden. "Sir?" he asked with a furrowed brow.
The Captain sighed. "It seems the ships that had been harassing our ships were not Sassanid. They were modified to match their silhouette. It was all a ruse. Setup by the Cirene."
Suddenly Patriel felt as though he had been hit in the chest. His ears felt like they'd just gone through a pressure change. He could barely fathom what the Captain was saying.
"It seems they wanted to provoke us into fighting the Sassanid. Removing their problem and no longer needing our security forces. I'm sorry Marquis, we let you down.." The Captain said with a somewhat saddened tone. He knew what Patriel had done to live up to his father's expectations.
Patriel lowered his head. "Please Captain...You've always done your duty. Have no regrets on my account, Sir. Thank you for this message," The Captain nodded, looked about to say something, but Patriel cut the link.
Suddenly he threw the transmitter across from the table. Subsequently flipping the table a moment later. Then punched his fist through the nearby wall. He stormed off to where he kept his power armor, but stopped short of opening the case. Turning slowly he looked out the door. "No... he doesn't deserve the honor."
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Post by Carlos on Sept 24, 2012 16:10:07 GMT -6
Patriel was in his room. Eating dinner and doing his best to do as little as possible as the Discipline Committee head. For one there was no other in the committee and he couldn't simply fill it with soldiers of House Sarcanus. According to the charter he had to select others from the school.
Beep, beep, resounded in the other room. Quickly going over to the makeshift COM station he'd set up.
"Lieutenant!" Shouted the Captain over a scrambled image and communique. "Sever-ships have ent-"
The transmission cut out unexpectedly. Patriel quickly grabbed his kit and headed outside. Almost immediately it became evident in the sky. Dozens of ships descending over the school. They blackened the sky. Using a scope Patriel could make out the markings on the ship. The Imperial Iron Eagle.
"Well..someone's showing off," Patriel said to himself with a scowl. Spitting on the floor before going back inside his suite. In rushed manner he had to dig out his formal uniform. Something his family almost never did, only when meeting a member of the Imperial Family.
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Post by Carlos on Oct 5, 2012 14:33:49 GMT -6
After the Hallow's Eve Ball Patriel had climbed into bed and slept like a log. The following morning his body felt particularly comfortable and did not want to rise to another day of psychotic Princesses and idiotic Vens running around on his ridiculous adventures. So he pulled what he thought was a pillow closer to him.
"Why's this pillow so warm..?" Patriel asked, sluggishly opening his eyes, they were half open when he realized something. Cirenia was in his bed. Eyes' flying wide open and a mouth a gaped look of shock on his face. "What are you doing here!?"
Cirenia stirred. "You said to collect your balls in the morning, here I am,"
That bastard Kavadh! Didn't he know I was joking!? Patriel thought to himself, clenching a fist. Turning his attention to her.
"Oh by the way..I left rather obvious signs of a struggle in my room," Cirenia remarked with her back to him.
The blood drained from Patriel's face and he couldn't speak.
"U-gu-gu-" Was all Patriel could utter. Then he felt her crawl over to him and caress his chest. Quickly he slithered out of bed, but then looked down. "Where's my underwear!?"
Quickly scrabbling to a drawer to put on a fresh pair. Running over to the makeshift security room. No assassins yet... He began wondering just how long he had before a team of assassin burst into the room and dragged him off the Tower of Basalt. A place of the most unimaginable tortures that is reserved for the worst murders, traitors, and usurpers.
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Post by Carlos on Oct 5, 2012 16:22:29 GMT -6
Patriel walked back into the bedroom with an auto rifle in his hands. Looking around in every direction. Normally he wouldn't be so edgy, but the assassins of the Emperor were far more stealthy then even the top independent assassin guilds.
"Oh stop worrying, I didn't do anything, I told Femyael I wanted to be alone today and not to bother me, no one is coming. Now come," Cirenia said extending her hand out to him.
Patriel looked to her hand, regarding it for a moment, but the nodded against it. "I'm no fool. I simply can't bed a Crowned Princess. I would be incarcerated and probably sentenced to death." He told her calmly.
Cirenia pulled the covers tight about her and rolled on her side facing away from him. She shut her eyes tightly. But then felt something about her.
"I can't give you the life you want, this is all I can do for you..." Patriel whispered to her. He knew something about being bound to duty and your family. For her it must have been far worse, the weight of the entire Human Civilization resting on her shoulders, as it has been for every member of the Imperial Line. To them, it isn't about control or power, it's about preserving what's left of humanity in the harshness of the Universe.
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Post by Carlos on Oct 21, 2012 22:59:24 GMT -6
Mica was just returning from his most recent job. As he entered the door, he found his brother waiting in the hallway, a hard gaze. "Did I not call in daddy? Are you gonna give me a curfew now den?" Mica taunted as he removed his chest body armor.
"I need to know about the fighting style that turns bone into dust," Patriel said without preamble.
This stopped Mica in his tracks for a moment, but then he simply went about removing his gear. "It's a dead art, that's all you need to know," Remarked Mica as he tried to get past Patriel, but found him to be conveniently in the way. "Aye mate, it weren't me, so git de hell out of my way."
"I didn't say it was. Who else knows that technique?" Patriel asked as he moved further in Mica's path.
"Me, my dead master, twenty eight other dead pupils and masters. And one man that no one will ever see until the Empire falls." Mica explained as he dropped his heavy gear on a nearby table that nearly buckled under the weight.
"Who is the last man?" Patriel inquired seriously.
"A student who murdered the others. Took my master's eye before he robbed the man of both his hands. So even if he hadn't tried to kill the Emperor at one point, he likely wouldn't be able to execute the technique right without real hands," Mica told him matter of fact. Finally Patriel stepped aside, allowing Mica to grab his gear and head to his room, but he stopped short of entering and cocked his head back to look at Patriel. "If it is him though... Don't get close."
After Mica went into his room, Patriel went about revising his surveillance systems around the school, and sent an encoded transmission to the light carrier above.
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Post by Carlos on Jan 4, 2013 16:23:51 GMT -6
Uninvited Guest
Patriel had opted not to remain at a hospital or in the strange Doctor's care. A careful use of nano machines had fused the internal wounds where necessary. Though it wasn't required, the nano machines could use proteins and minerals, to create artificial flesh. In truth he wasn't as hurt as Ven had been. Despite it being a massive organ gutting wound. It was only a matter of mending the internal cuts.
Still he was taking it easy, laying in bed, catching up on his reading. Mostly reports from home and any relevant intelligence. He wasn't expecting Cirenia to show up unannounced, let alone break into the suite, without setting off any alarms.
Patriel looked up as she entered. So silent, if he wasn't looking right at her, he would swear she were a ghost. She wore her usual black beret with the Imperial insignia on it. Smiling in a way that said to him she wanted to do something bad to him.
"How are you healing up?" Cirenia said with a concerned look.
"Good, just resting," Patriel replied with a polite smile.
They stared at each other for a while. Then Cirenia started laughing.
"It'd be pretty wierd if we were actually like that," Cirenia said as she pressed a thumb into where his wound had been.
Patriel grunted, trying to squirm away, a hand strongly grasping her wrist.
"Yeah, I can't imagine you not being a psychotic bitch," Patriel spat as he tried to wrench her hand away. Only for her to press even harder. "AH! YOU FUCKING BITCH!"
Suddenly she slapped him hard across the face. Finally taking her other hand away with a grin.
"You should be greatful I didn't come around for before it healed. Anyways, I need to speak with your brother." Cirenia said looking down at him like a predator looks at it's prey.
"I wish I didn't know you..." Patriel as he rubbed his side. Then grabbed a comlink up. "Mica, the crazy Princess is here to see you."
"Ooo, lala," Mica replied.
Patriel looked up at Cirenia and nodded. Deciding to ignore her, he went back to reading, only to find her throwing her arm about him and sitting quite close.
Her hand gently clasped about his neck. He wanted to grab the gun concealed under his chair. But she would probably snap his neck before he could draw it.
Just then Mica came in. "Oh you two crazy kids," He said with a smirk as he walked over to them. "What brings your royal bitchness here?"
Cirenia stared with a smile that seemed emotionaless somehow.
"A Naval Intelligence ship picked up a distress signal from your former salvage crew. It was picked up about an hour ago. And while I bring you the news, you must find a vessel of your own to get there. Before some greedy salvagers show up." Cirenia explained impassively.
"Then I'll be on my way," Mica replied, walking away.
"Mica, there's a corvette on the way home, they can give you a ride," Patriel put in.
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Post by Carlos on Mar 20, 2013 12:38:29 GMT -6
Patriel was just returning from classes, the only ones he cared about, mostly theoretical physics and Imperial History. As he tossed aside his pack, he stiffened, someone was sitting in the chair to his right just outside of his view. With a quick snap of his wrist and head, he had a gun pointed, pointed at Cirenia. Blinking, he hesitantly lowered his gun. Before he could speak, she rose from the chair, there was something wrong with her expression. As if she were on the verge of crying, yet no tears came.
She smiled with a gasping laugh. Suddenly she swung him around into the chair. Placing her hands firmly on either of his arms, pinning him to the chair.
"Patriel...go home, tell you father it's a favor to the Emperor. Go home, find someone you love, make a good life," She said with a vindictive tone, as if she despised the thought. Then she let him go without another word, she simply left.
He didn't dare move, not even after he'd heard the door close, he sat a few minutes. Suddenly he vomited. Clasping at his chest. It baffled him, what was this!? "I'm...afraid!" He declared to the emptiness of the room.
Frantically he went into the other room and activated his transmitter. "Contingency Echo 9." He spoke into it and then repeated once more before going about collecting his belongings. The unimportant things he literally burned.
It wasn't long before a heavy hauler came into the academy's airspace. Escorted by four Sarcanus Nial Heavy Fighters. It set down just outside of the school. Partriel's belongings were already out and waiting. Several troops loaded it up within seconds and the hauler was off into the sky from once it came.
It wasn't long before Patriel was aboard the light carrier Grampis. He exchanged few pleasantries and ordered them to make immediate return to planet Sarcanus.
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