Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20170301101118/@comment-24416658-20170303055853

''"An assassin?!" Nacoma yelled, slamming her hands down on the Governor's desk. The Wall Commander and the Head Scientist, also in the office, recoiled, with the General chuckling. Rowtag Achachak, leader of the Pilgrims, had his hands clasped together, his elbows resting on his desk.''

''"These have become dangerous times, my daughter," he said, "There are many enemies in this world. We must understand that sometimes, there is no other choice." Nacoma sighed in exasperation, turning away from her father.''

''"There's always another choice!" she said, "There's no need to get training on how to kill! We are better than that!" ''

''"But they are not!" screamed Rowtag, his voice booming and causing even the General to step back. The Governor did not get angry, ever. This was a rarity, one that caused Nacoma to pause.''

''"We are besieged by threats in this world that do not simply stay in prisons, or ones that end their villainy after we meet them. The tides are changing, Nacoma, and if you refuse to help lead the Pilgrims into a new, dangerous ideal, then I will find someone who will!" Nacoma was silent for a few seconds, feeling the tears starting to well in her eyes. Before they did, she stood straight, bowing low.''

''"Yes sir," she said, taking care to not let her voice crack, "I will do as you say." She turned to go, reaching the door.''

''"...Nacoma." The blue-haired woman turned, seeing her father still standing.''

''"May the Light of the Pilgrims guide you," he said. Nacoma nodded, then turned, leaving the room.''

"Before I do that," Nacoma said, her crossbow in a resting position as she entered the room, "I will let you know that, were this an assassination attempt, I probably would not be walking in through the front door." She looked around the room. Clearly, art was made here, but at the moment Nacoma could not appreciate it. She had, reluctantly, come here to find someone. And find someone, she did.

"My name is Forest Warrior," she answered, giving her Minuteman codename, "and I am here to follow up on a message that was delivered to you. It was addressed from the Governor of Vale's Pilgrims, and he has waited for your answer." Judging from the state of the room, Nacoma had reason to believe that the letter, sent through a simple courier service, was lost among the rubble.