HFPE:
Yuriel of Light, human assassin of the Ascendant Kingdom's DarkWolf installation, leans back comfortably in his desk chair as he addresses none other than Commander Jane Shepard of the SID.
"Jane, so good to see you again," he says with a thin veil of sarcasm, his deep Australian accent refining the words into a fine rumble. "You're back with the SID, I take it."
Jane's mouth twitches slightly, as though she is remembering their fight in England.
"That I am. They told me you'd been reinstated to the Shadow Guild. How's it treating you?"
"Better than expected. They gave me an office and everything."
His expression swiftly becomes business-like.
"So, social call or deader?"
"Oh, deader. Very much so. I'm presently commanding the Aylss Independence--"
"You named your ships after the elf?"
Jane smiles at his grimace.
"That's right."
"It must have a drunken lean from all that rum in the cargo hold."
She has to laugh at that.
"No, there was no room with all of my Robocop suits in there."
Yuriel cannot stop the smile that spreads across his face. He grabs his Akubra from the hat rack beside him, and flips it gracefully onto his head.
"Details, now. I'll be there shortly."
~~~~
Yuriel's modified Wraith glides smoothly into a position just out of range of the present Tanician scrap, and has the ship run a sweep of the 2nd Fleet.
"Right, let's get to work."
Setting the ship on autopilot, the master assassin taps his boot three times on the floor, causing a Hammerspace portal to open. He enters it, and springs from it dramatically onto the bridge of a Tanician reinforcement ship.
The crew have a moment to take him in: A young man in a black longcoat and an Akubra hat, whirling across the floor with simple yet graceful movements. A gleaming scythe dances in his hands, cutting officers left, right and centre in a dance of blood and death.
Continued...
Yuriel of Light, human assassin of the Ascendant Kingdom's DarkWolf installation, leans back comfortably in his desk chair as he addresses none other than Commander Jane Shepard of the SID.
"Jane, so good to see you again," he says with a thin veil of sarcasm, his deep Australian accent refining the words into a fine rumble. "You're back with the SID, I take it."
Jane's mouth twitches slightly, as though she is remembering their fight in England.
"That I am. They told me you'd been reinstated to the Shadow Guild. How's it treating you?"
"Better than expected. They gave me an office and everything."
His expression swiftly becomes business-like.
"So, social call or deader?"
"Oh, deader. Very much so. I'm presently commanding the Aylss Independence--"
"You named your ships after the elf?"
Jane smiles at his grimace.
"That's right."
"It must have a drunken lean from all that rum in the cargo hold."
She has to laugh at that.
"No, there was no room with all of my Robocop suits in there."
Yuriel cannot stop the smile that spreads across his face. He grabs his Akubra from the hat rack beside him, and flips it gracefully onto his head.
"Details, now. I'll be there shortly."
~~~~
Yuriel's modified Wraith glides smoothly into a position just out of range of the present Tanician scrap, and has the ship run a sweep of the 2nd Fleet.
"Right, let's get to work."
Setting the ship on autopilot, the master assassin taps his boot three times on the floor, causing a Hammerspace portal to open. He enters it, and springs from it dramatically onto the bridge of a Tanician reinforcement ship.
The crew have a moment to take him in: A young man in a black longcoat and an Akubra hat, whirling across the floor with simple yet graceful movements. A gleaming scythe dances in his hands, cutting officers left, right and centre in a dance of blood and death.
Continued...
07-Jan-2014 07:11:28
