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Angels Lost - Elementals and Generals [Jul. 2nd, 2007|04:02 pm]
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"They WHAT?!" Agen stared at Zedd with a sort of stupified expression.

"Anton Macrow, and his daughter, have both been arrested." The silver, drifting sphere spoke, leading Agen through the lower halls of the twisted metal slag that was Junkyard Mountain.

"You've got to be kidding, that's ballsy enough.." Agen blinked, "Er.. No offense."

"None taken." Zedd turned around, camera eye fixed on Agen, "And I am hardly the kidding type, Agen"

"Where are the others?" Agen folded his arms, irritated.

"Retra is outside, running the gauntlet, your wife is still asleep, and Sivian is outside with Retra, your helmsman is attending to your landship."

"Page the other three and tell them to meet me at the landship. We've got work to do."

Ten minutes later, at Junkyard Mountain's expansive inner dock, Agen and his comrads were standing outside the landship.

"What's up?" Sivian folded his arms and leaned on the hull.

"Anton and Isis were arrested two days ago." Agen made a gruff, displeased sound.

"What?!" Maria nearly shouted, "We've got to go help them!"

"Help them? After the treatment half their enforcers gave us?!" Sivian protested.

"They're family, Sivian, we have to help them." Maria was determined to get her point across, "And whether you're going or not, I sure as hells am."

Retra sighed, this wasn't the first time this had happened, it wasn't going to be the last, either. Agen merely groaned and facepalmed. His wife at odds with Sivian yet again. They truely were fire and water, in all honesty.

"We can't run the risk of you getting captured on a personal thing!"

"Look you son of a--"

"Enough!" Retra got loud, a rare occurance. "Agen is our leader, and we shall decide what to do as a group. And that goes for the both of you, as well."

"And as much as I hate to create further instigation, I'm going to have to go with Maria on this one." Agen spoke up once more, looking at the other three, "They aren't just family, they're from our home. Or did you forget, Sivian, that we're all from Lost Angels, regardless of who's military we served?"

Sivian made a low, frustraited noise, but nodded. "Fine."

"I also agree with Maria, on relatively the same basis as Agen. Lost Angels is our home city, and we at least owe a little defense to it for that alone, not to mention that Anton is a friend of mine, at that."

"So I'm outvoted on this? I can't sit this out, either, huh?"

"Look, we need all of us for this."

"So where are we headed, then?" Sivian sighed, fighting it was pointless, so...

"We're going to go to the city first, find out what happened. This is bullshit, I'll say that now...."

Technopolis Prison

Eiko's scanning device remained undisturbed and undetected, however, it should be of an interesting sort of note that the Scorpion is returning again. Martok has arrived to the prison. He's a large man, and what's interesting is he detects as something different. A sort of power in one place, similar to a mage, but different enough to merit his own classification.

Didn't Pyra's files say he was a normal human? How odd. Either way, he was heading to oversee things, now.

[User Picture]From: gadgetqueen
2007-07-02 10:16 pm (UTC)
Eiko notes this. This changes plans.

Thankfully, Jon Crane gave a number of very useful pieces of information abou jailbreaks. A very large number indeed.

That is not the happy smile. A note will be sent out to Blood Gulch. It's time to pull in some markers.
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From: npcsofskydera
2007-07-02 11:38 pm (UTC)
It's a power that's slightly higher on the scale than most mages are generally able to sense, which might be why noone's noticed.

Either way, it's another complication, combined with the two unitanks at the entrance, the Scorpion adds another level of defenses to the prison facility.

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