Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20150907231134/@comment-24416658-20151101041337

Nacoma and Anastasia stood back, standing near the ambulance, watching the carnage unfold. Hearing a distant whine, Nacoma turned to see Seiriol's Bullhead, the "Howland", arriving. Motioning to Anastasia to stay put, Nacoma ran to find Oliver. Reaching him, she turned him around.

"Ana and I are leaving," she said, "I hope you can clean things up here. Remember what I told you. Something big is coming, and your police department might end up right in the middle of it.

Saying that, Nacoma quickly ran back, just as the bullhead landed. Anastasia was already on, and the ship took off as soon as Nacoma got on.

"Are we done?" Seiriol, their teammate, called from the pilot's seat, "These trips are making me waste fuel!". Hafleikr was sitting at the back of the ship.

"Not quite," Nacoma called back, "Take me to the Fort. You guys can head back to Beacon."

Seiriol made a mock salute, as the Howland turned in the direction of the Fort, Nacoma looking out the open side.

What have we done....

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The General sighed, furrowing his brow, before pressing the transmit button.

"Listen, son," he said, in his sage-like voice, "We know little of what is happening. We attempted to contact you before, and were received by a message. As such, we are currently in Class-5 Emergency Prep Lockdown. I'll transmit the message through an encrypted data bank. You'll receive it....now." The General pressed a button, and the message passed through. "We have no direct involvement in your organization's struggle, I must admit. We will be in lockdown until such time as we deem necessary. Contact us if help is desperately needed."

Taking his finger off the transmit button, the General paused, then pressed it again.

"I am truly sorry. May the Mother of Necessity protect you."

Letting go, the General slumped into his chair, placing his head in his hands.