Jack Pine
Inactive Member
- RP Date
- 5/15/YE42
- RP Location
- Sirris VI - Obsidian City - Sanctuary Park
11:00am Sanctuary Park, city center
The wind was strong enough to generate a light breeze, even past the city walls, the wind carrying a nice cool circulation through the streets. It was moderately cool in temperature of late, the climate on Sirris such a fickle thing that it was. But it caused the flowers planted in large patches among the park grounds, to flow and wave spectacularly in a show of natural beauty that those at the hospitals and other emergency services around the park edge could enjoy.
A stage had been set up near the center, just off to the side of the memorial walls that occupied the very middle of this grand tract of land found dead center of a artificially built city on water. Built from a very small island then expanded out from as the initial support. They had enough real soil and even a few samples of the local exotic flora to work with.
Some of these were harvested, seeds planted to replace all that was collected, and had even been used for several planter arrangements around the stage. Giving the once bleak stage, a more vibrant and cheery vibe as something big was going on today.
The people had been called to hopefully gather for this occasion, an announcement of this magnitude never having been hyped up before as such a major event. There was the party for the home coming of an old friend to many of those who came with them from Osman, but this was even bigger.
The lords stood upon the stage, waiting behind the curtain with an advisor, and the manager for security and speech setup. Their they talked and arranged, both their families among the crowds, as well as many more of the populace. Many different races, faces, and walks of life, all looking to the stage as the time for the start drew ever closer.
Sam moved through the growing crowd, wearing a beautiful red dress that showed off a bit more than it probably should for such an event. It was why she had chosen it. She smiled at people as she passed, being recognized as one of the "princesses" by many of them.
She wasn't, of course. Despite how well she looked and acted the part, that was a title that hadn't been bestowed on her yet. It was a work in progress.
It wasn't cause to let anyone down, however. She smiled and shook hands, content to enjoy their praise and offer a few kind words here and there.
One little boy smiled up at her and got more than an eye full as she leaned down to pat him on the head.
"What do you think all of this is about, beautiful princess?"
"Ara ara," she said. Her smile just barely avoided being a grin. "What kind words! I'm sure the Lords have a wonderful show planned. Make sure you don't miss it!"
She ruffled up his hair some and walked off, ready to catch the attention of a few guards and let the real star of today's show do his thing.
A few still gathered into the still slowly growing crowd, seemed word had traveled fast and far across the territory of this announcement. Many wondered what it could possibly be, it was the first time that a address had been given from the Lords since the beginning of the Conclave.
A masked nanny android stood off to one side, as if waiting for their employer to arrive, though not entirely out of place. To be honest, Sam had caught her attention somewhat, but the look if even caught would feel more motherly observance then seductive lured stare.
Another recognizable face who would have passed Sam, was the head of the NDC's advanced research and development department. A member of the council being part of such a position. She was well known in a few circles and cadres for her work, what projects her angelic hands had graced. Though as she had since the last trajedy of this nation, she looked just as sad and defeated as always.
Wingless, most would just thing the well endowed golden blonde beauty was just another human among them. She found a place towards the middle of the crowd, bumping into a man in a hoodie by accident, who gave her an awkward apology before quickly moving on towards the front.
He seemed odd, almost awkward, but that was hardly her concern as she went back to looking for Isabelle among the faces.
Meanwhile, color guards from some of the NDC's notable military branches stood to one side of the stage now in formation and pose. The other was occupied by members of the council, and thus the heads of all the departments that made up the government. A few small 3 man teams of ISD stood on and around the stage, watching the crowd and area for signs of trouble.
Soon the crowd lowered in overall volume as the Lords of the NDC made their appearance on stage, some cheering, some remaining quiet, and some a mixed batch. But this all took a backseat as Jack Pine, stepped up to the podium, his brother Mark Oaklen standing back a bit.
With a check of the mic, he began his address, "Today, today is a good day, a wonderful day for our great nation. Today, the people of the Conclave has taken another leap to being recognized as a equal nation to those that also call our sector home. Many races stand here side by side, quite a few having stood to defend this home we all share called the New Dusk Conclave. A nation which has tripled in size as of today, and bloodied the nose of a Kuvexian ally not only in our new system, but in the battle of Nataria, as well. Please give a clap and cheer for our proud serving men and women of the Legion."
A chorus of applause, and a few cheers rang out across the crowd, a few having come up as he listed their accomplishments. Once it settled, the white haired man continued, "We owe this major milestone not only to them, or to those who have given their lives in the last three years, but to you the people. For we all know, a nation is nothing without its people, and a great people you have grown to be. Tsumi, Gunja, Separa, Minkan, AI, Androids, Humans, Aberwhan, Elysians, even a few free spacers and nekoes. All of these races, religions, and philosophies having come together to build a home and help those who need it. I am proud and honored, to be accepted as one of your leaders, and I know my brother and the council must feel the same."
Sam listened, letting herself get caught up in the emotions of the crowd. These were big accomplishments. They deserved to celebrate a little. The woman in the red dress looked around at all the smiling faces - and the hooded man, who had moved into the planned position.
With the signal set, it was time for her to do her part.
She allowed anger and frustration to build up in her and show on her face, clenching her fists. A few in the crowd around her stopping admiring her looks and grew concerned. They took a step or two back as she worked herself up, which exposed her antics to the guards on stage.
Once she was sure she'd gotten their attention, she reached for her handbag. She could see tensions rising, hands moving for weapons. This was the risky part for her.
With some small amount of flair, she pulled something out of her handbag. The guards became more alert, weapons beginning to rise to take down the beautiful shooter. And then she opened her compact and began to fix her makeup.
"I can't stand the thought of some newspaper catching me not looking my best. You understand, right?" she asked one of the nearby onlookers with a pout. The man had begun to visibly relax.
Even the man at the podium had a slight pause as he looked to his right at the commotion, turning further to the agents who had become tense. He waved for them to settle down, relaxing himself as he began to turn back around. However, that is also when he heard the click he recognized all too well as some sort of revolver mechanism.
The hoodie adorned man from before, had pulled a Judge revolver from it as their attention had been diverted for the mere precious seconds he needed. Zeke who had also been up front in the crowd to the man's left, heard it as well, his head whipping around in time to see the trigger pull.
The thunderous clap of a 25mm shell was let loose a millisecond before the top edge of the podium exploded into wood fragments and circuits, a blossom of blood passed that from the view of the crowd. The look of shock and surprise clear on the lord's face before even pain had time to register, the high caliber ripping through the left side of his torso in a ravaged hole.
The gun was raised in the air, it's single destructive munition now spent, as the man fanatically proclaimed, "Death to the false king! Let the truth of his folly end here!".
The blonde mech pilot shoved a few out of the way as he moved to tackle the man before even wanting to see the damage done. He had to stop this guy before anyone else got hurt, knocking him to the ground as the man began laughing, then biting down on something. After a few moments, he gurgled and coughed, giving a few wretches before slumping limp.
There was a commotion on stage, agents, and soldiers having lined up to stand in full combat guard for more attackers, the sounds of security vehicle sirens approaching from some part of the city. Zeke clambered up onto the stage, his affiliation with the lord giving him access as he left the dead killer.
What the man found however, dropped him to his knees. Jack was held in the arms of his brother, half his chest nothing but a ragged hole as blood pooled below on the deck. Both pleaded for him to hold on as he grew paler and colder with every second.
Where everyone was still reeling, the crowd half frozen, half running scared, made it hard for Seraphina to dash to her car. It was probably the first time she had been so aggressive as to shove people out of the way until she reached the car. Throwing open the backdoor to get to a pad she kept for remote communication
Yago stood closer to the edge of the crowd wearing a yellow suit of a commoner. He would periodically check his watch which also served as a detonator for when the plan took action. Sam could be seen through the throng in her red dress, however Yago had a difficult time seeing what she wore on her feet. He hoped that they were not high heels as those would not exactly be ideal for running.
His attention shifted directly on Jack as he arrived at the podium. As he gave his speech, Yago rolled his eyes as it was the typical drivel about if everyone worked together they could achieve anything. He was tempted to punch the button right then and there, but he resisted, knowing it would ruin the operation.
The opportunity arose when the sacrificial lamb stepped up and shot their target dead. Once the assassin completed his role and passed into the afterlife, Yago pressed the button on his watch. A device that he had surgically implanted into the man's chest exploded. It was a minor one, but the real threat was the green fear gas that began to emanate from his chest and envelop many of the audience members who were still frozen in place from the event that just took place.
Those that breathed in the gas began to hallucinate their worst nightmares and mass hysteria ensued. Some died on the spot from shock, others cowered on the ground, and several were lashing out at monstrosities that were not even there. One security guard even shot a Minkan square in the head crying out that he was a monster before he dropped to his knees and sobbed.
With his part finished, Yago ran with the crowd that was far enough from the scene to keep from raising any suspicion. He kept his eyes peeled for Sam though to see what she was doing.
The red dressed woman was on the move before the gas had a chance to reach her. Sera's mad dash had presented her with the perfect excuse to flee the scene.
She stood only a few feet back from the other woman, heels in hand, as Sera dug around in her car for something.
"So! Are you in on this, too? Looking for another weapon in case you didn't finish the job?" she declared loudly, relying on her Fenrir look to establish her 'authority'.
A tap was quickly given on Sam's shoulder, the woman would find the nanny bot figure right behind her from the crowd before. "Please do not obstruct my duties. I require miss Cerulius's communications device to inform my employer Miss Rose of the situation, and to advise staying home with the children. Please step aside."
Sera emerged from the backseat again, holding a datapad, "Really not the time to be holding up matters of the council miss pine. Shouldn't you be getting on duty to handle this crisis? The lord, and not to mention your own older brother, was just gunned down on stage. You're confidence is disturbing in such a situation." The wingless angel chided the clone as she handed the pad over to the supposed bot, the figure giving a very quick series of swipes and commands, then pulling up a separate window and relaying her message to the person she claimed to have needed to send it to.
Sam gave the two a suspicious look, but she stepped aside as requested. "Everyone else starts to run and panic and you go to grab something from a car. I think you can understand my concern."
The fenrir woman crossed her arms, careful not to stab herself with her shoes. "I'll let you do whatever it is you're doing, but I'm not letting you out of my sight. If it looks like you're going to do any further harm, then you'll have to deal with me."
Her tone was stern, then softened a little. "And..if you're helping, then I want to help, too."
The Greyhound anthro traveled along with the crowd as they drew further from the scene of the assassination that was now devolving into utter chaos with several of those that are affected with the fear gas fighting each other. Security guards in the folds of the cattle shouted for everyone to remain calm, though that did little to calm the panicking hordes.
Yago ran for several more feet until he found a tree to hide behind. There he took several deep breaths as the screams of the crowd faded. He acted like he was hiding in cover out of terror in case any guards were eyeing him, but they were not. Some of them were racing toward the park with their guns drawn in case more attackers appeared.
While in his spot he decided to search for Sam, eventually locating her at a car with a robot. He observed as a terrified human woman in a purple dress with large silver circular earrings raced up to the car and began yelling things at the robot. Yago could not decipher what she was saying exactly, but he was confident that she was not a threat, just another poor soul who fell to the effects of his fear gas.
Despite the situation, he hoped that Sam would spot him at the tree.
The wind was strong enough to generate a light breeze, even past the city walls, the wind carrying a nice cool circulation through the streets. It was moderately cool in temperature of late, the climate on Sirris such a fickle thing that it was. But it caused the flowers planted in large patches among the park grounds, to flow and wave spectacularly in a show of natural beauty that those at the hospitals and other emergency services around the park edge could enjoy.
A stage had been set up near the center, just off to the side of the memorial walls that occupied the very middle of this grand tract of land found dead center of a artificially built city on water. Built from a very small island then expanded out from as the initial support. They had enough real soil and even a few samples of the local exotic flora to work with.
Some of these were harvested, seeds planted to replace all that was collected, and had even been used for several planter arrangements around the stage. Giving the once bleak stage, a more vibrant and cheery vibe as something big was going on today.
The people had been called to hopefully gather for this occasion, an announcement of this magnitude never having been hyped up before as such a major event. There was the party for the home coming of an old friend to many of those who came with them from Osman, but this was even bigger.
The lords stood upon the stage, waiting behind the curtain with an advisor, and the manager for security and speech setup. Their they talked and arranged, both their families among the crowds, as well as many more of the populace. Many different races, faces, and walks of life, all looking to the stage as the time for the start drew ever closer.
Sam moved through the growing crowd, wearing a beautiful red dress that showed off a bit more than it probably should for such an event. It was why she had chosen it. She smiled at people as she passed, being recognized as one of the "princesses" by many of them.
She wasn't, of course. Despite how well she looked and acted the part, that was a title that hadn't been bestowed on her yet. It was a work in progress.
It wasn't cause to let anyone down, however. She smiled and shook hands, content to enjoy their praise and offer a few kind words here and there.
One little boy smiled up at her and got more than an eye full as she leaned down to pat him on the head.
"What do you think all of this is about, beautiful princess?"
"Ara ara," she said. Her smile just barely avoided being a grin. "What kind words! I'm sure the Lords have a wonderful show planned. Make sure you don't miss it!"
She ruffled up his hair some and walked off, ready to catch the attention of a few guards and let the real star of today's show do his thing.
A few still gathered into the still slowly growing crowd, seemed word had traveled fast and far across the territory of this announcement. Many wondered what it could possibly be, it was the first time that a address had been given from the Lords since the beginning of the Conclave.
A masked nanny android stood off to one side, as if waiting for their employer to arrive, though not entirely out of place. To be honest, Sam had caught her attention somewhat, but the look if even caught would feel more motherly observance then seductive lured stare.
Another recognizable face who would have passed Sam, was the head of the NDC's advanced research and development department. A member of the council being part of such a position. She was well known in a few circles and cadres for her work, what projects her angelic hands had graced. Though as she had since the last trajedy of this nation, she looked just as sad and defeated as always.
Wingless, most would just thing the well endowed golden blonde beauty was just another human among them. She found a place towards the middle of the crowd, bumping into a man in a hoodie by accident, who gave her an awkward apology before quickly moving on towards the front.
He seemed odd, almost awkward, but that was hardly her concern as she went back to looking for Isabelle among the faces.
Meanwhile, color guards from some of the NDC's notable military branches stood to one side of the stage now in formation and pose. The other was occupied by members of the council, and thus the heads of all the departments that made up the government. A few small 3 man teams of ISD stood on and around the stage, watching the crowd and area for signs of trouble.
Soon the crowd lowered in overall volume as the Lords of the NDC made their appearance on stage, some cheering, some remaining quiet, and some a mixed batch. But this all took a backseat as Jack Pine, stepped up to the podium, his brother Mark Oaklen standing back a bit.
With a check of the mic, he began his address, "Today, today is a good day, a wonderful day for our great nation. Today, the people of the Conclave has taken another leap to being recognized as a equal nation to those that also call our sector home. Many races stand here side by side, quite a few having stood to defend this home we all share called the New Dusk Conclave. A nation which has tripled in size as of today, and bloodied the nose of a Kuvexian ally not only in our new system, but in the battle of Nataria, as well. Please give a clap and cheer for our proud serving men and women of the Legion."
A chorus of applause, and a few cheers rang out across the crowd, a few having come up as he listed their accomplishments. Once it settled, the white haired man continued, "We owe this major milestone not only to them, or to those who have given their lives in the last three years, but to you the people. For we all know, a nation is nothing without its people, and a great people you have grown to be. Tsumi, Gunja, Separa, Minkan, AI, Androids, Humans, Aberwhan, Elysians, even a few free spacers and nekoes. All of these races, religions, and philosophies having come together to build a home and help those who need it. I am proud and honored, to be accepted as one of your leaders, and I know my brother and the council must feel the same."
Sam listened, letting herself get caught up in the emotions of the crowd. These were big accomplishments. They deserved to celebrate a little. The woman in the red dress looked around at all the smiling faces - and the hooded man, who had moved into the planned position.
With the signal set, it was time for her to do her part.
She allowed anger and frustration to build up in her and show on her face, clenching her fists. A few in the crowd around her stopping admiring her looks and grew concerned. They took a step or two back as she worked herself up, which exposed her antics to the guards on stage.
Once she was sure she'd gotten their attention, she reached for her handbag. She could see tensions rising, hands moving for weapons. This was the risky part for her.
With some small amount of flair, she pulled something out of her handbag. The guards became more alert, weapons beginning to rise to take down the beautiful shooter. And then she opened her compact and began to fix her makeup.
"I can't stand the thought of some newspaper catching me not looking my best. You understand, right?" she asked one of the nearby onlookers with a pout. The man had begun to visibly relax.
Even the man at the podium had a slight pause as he looked to his right at the commotion, turning further to the agents who had become tense. He waved for them to settle down, relaxing himself as he began to turn back around. However, that is also when he heard the click he recognized all too well as some sort of revolver mechanism.
The hoodie adorned man from before, had pulled a Judge revolver from it as their attention had been diverted for the mere precious seconds he needed. Zeke who had also been up front in the crowd to the man's left, heard it as well, his head whipping around in time to see the trigger pull.
The thunderous clap of a 25mm shell was let loose a millisecond before the top edge of the podium exploded into wood fragments and circuits, a blossom of blood passed that from the view of the crowd. The look of shock and surprise clear on the lord's face before even pain had time to register, the high caliber ripping through the left side of his torso in a ravaged hole.
The gun was raised in the air, it's single destructive munition now spent, as the man fanatically proclaimed, "Death to the false king! Let the truth of his folly end here!".
The blonde mech pilot shoved a few out of the way as he moved to tackle the man before even wanting to see the damage done. He had to stop this guy before anyone else got hurt, knocking him to the ground as the man began laughing, then biting down on something. After a few moments, he gurgled and coughed, giving a few wretches before slumping limp.
There was a commotion on stage, agents, and soldiers having lined up to stand in full combat guard for more attackers, the sounds of security vehicle sirens approaching from some part of the city. Zeke clambered up onto the stage, his affiliation with the lord giving him access as he left the dead killer.
What the man found however, dropped him to his knees. Jack was held in the arms of his brother, half his chest nothing but a ragged hole as blood pooled below on the deck. Both pleaded for him to hold on as he grew paler and colder with every second.
Where everyone was still reeling, the crowd half frozen, half running scared, made it hard for Seraphina to dash to her car. It was probably the first time she had been so aggressive as to shove people out of the way until she reached the car. Throwing open the backdoor to get to a pad she kept for remote communication
Yago stood closer to the edge of the crowd wearing a yellow suit of a commoner. He would periodically check his watch which also served as a detonator for when the plan took action. Sam could be seen through the throng in her red dress, however Yago had a difficult time seeing what she wore on her feet. He hoped that they were not high heels as those would not exactly be ideal for running.
His attention shifted directly on Jack as he arrived at the podium. As he gave his speech, Yago rolled his eyes as it was the typical drivel about if everyone worked together they could achieve anything. He was tempted to punch the button right then and there, but he resisted, knowing it would ruin the operation.
The opportunity arose when the sacrificial lamb stepped up and shot their target dead. Once the assassin completed his role and passed into the afterlife, Yago pressed the button on his watch. A device that he had surgically implanted into the man's chest exploded. It was a minor one, but the real threat was the green fear gas that began to emanate from his chest and envelop many of the audience members who were still frozen in place from the event that just took place.
Those that breathed in the gas began to hallucinate their worst nightmares and mass hysteria ensued. Some died on the spot from shock, others cowered on the ground, and several were lashing out at monstrosities that were not even there. One security guard even shot a Minkan square in the head crying out that he was a monster before he dropped to his knees and sobbed.
With his part finished, Yago ran with the crowd that was far enough from the scene to keep from raising any suspicion. He kept his eyes peeled for Sam though to see what she was doing.
The red dressed woman was on the move before the gas had a chance to reach her. Sera's mad dash had presented her with the perfect excuse to flee the scene.
She stood only a few feet back from the other woman, heels in hand, as Sera dug around in her car for something.
"So! Are you in on this, too? Looking for another weapon in case you didn't finish the job?" she declared loudly, relying on her Fenrir look to establish her 'authority'.
A tap was quickly given on Sam's shoulder, the woman would find the nanny bot figure right behind her from the crowd before. "Please do not obstruct my duties. I require miss Cerulius's communications device to inform my employer Miss Rose of the situation, and to advise staying home with the children. Please step aside."
Sera emerged from the backseat again, holding a datapad, "Really not the time to be holding up matters of the council miss pine. Shouldn't you be getting on duty to handle this crisis? The lord, and not to mention your own older brother, was just gunned down on stage. You're confidence is disturbing in such a situation." The wingless angel chided the clone as she handed the pad over to the supposed bot, the figure giving a very quick series of swipes and commands, then pulling up a separate window and relaying her message to the person she claimed to have needed to send it to.
Sam gave the two a suspicious look, but she stepped aside as requested. "Everyone else starts to run and panic and you go to grab something from a car. I think you can understand my concern."
The fenrir woman crossed her arms, careful not to stab herself with her shoes. "I'll let you do whatever it is you're doing, but I'm not letting you out of my sight. If it looks like you're going to do any further harm, then you'll have to deal with me."
Her tone was stern, then softened a little. "And..if you're helping, then I want to help, too."
The Greyhound anthro traveled along with the crowd as they drew further from the scene of the assassination that was now devolving into utter chaos with several of those that are affected with the fear gas fighting each other. Security guards in the folds of the cattle shouted for everyone to remain calm, though that did little to calm the panicking hordes.
Yago ran for several more feet until he found a tree to hide behind. There he took several deep breaths as the screams of the crowd faded. He acted like he was hiding in cover out of terror in case any guards were eyeing him, but they were not. Some of them were racing toward the park with their guns drawn in case more attackers appeared.
While in his spot he decided to search for Sam, eventually locating her at a car with a robot. He observed as a terrified human woman in a purple dress with large silver circular earrings raced up to the car and began yelling things at the robot. Yago could not decipher what she was saying exactly, but he was confident that she was not a threat, just another poor soul who fell to the effects of his fear gas.
Despite the situation, he hoped that Sam would spot him at the tree.
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