Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20141106174023/@comment-24901923-20141106195443

Arcturus got up once Halvard knocked on his door. He sighed and got ready quickly. The Wolf Faunus wore his locket out as well. He exited his room, his helmet tucked under his left arm, and closed the door. He noticed his teammates doing the same on the other side of the hall. They walked to the hangar together and quickly found their commanding officer. Arcturus put his helmet on and put on a black band he took from his pocket. He saw their curious looks at the article of mourning, and took a breath.

"I want you to know, I think there's more to this mission than you've been told. This isn't just about a tech trade. After all, my grandfather, the Clan Leader, doesn't need me for that. I haven't recieved any personal communications, but they know that I can read between the lines well enough to see the truth. I don't know who else or how many in the Silver Moon Clan and the guild of freelancers we command have died defending the mass drivers against the HA, but my grandfather and my maternal uncle, his successor, are definitely gone. Being the next in line, they're recalling me so that I can formally take my place as Clan Leader and appoint someone as acting commander until I'm discharged from service. Once this is taken care of, they will expect me to do my duty and negotiate on their behalf.", Arcturus explained. The three other members of Team Sigma looked at him in shock, then concern. He waved off their words.

"Save it for when there's time. We have a drop to prep for.", he told them, walking away to collect his Viking to bring to the drop pod bay.