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[h2][color=a36209]CFA-Section 19[/color][/h2][h2][color=steelblue]Alvirstein Division:[/color][/h2][h2][color=f7941d]'Paladin'[/color][/h2]
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[b][color=steelblue]Current Deployment:[/color][/b] Jupiter's Moon, Callisto
[b][color=steelblue]Current Time:[/color][/b] 14:21 Post Meridian, Earth Standard Time, 2207.
[b][color=steelblue]Current Assignment:[/color][/b] [i]To Be Determined.[/i]
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In high geostationary orbit around the moon of Callisto under the influence of Jupiter, the silent hum of electronics adorn the hallways of the ship designated as the [i]Carrion[/i] accompanied by the installed Fusion Engine working away at powering the ship with a low carry of vibration and sound through the walls and paneling segmenting the ship off. The ship itself remained an anomaly as it circled the moon it held itself over as it slowly awaited the allocation and investment of it's resources. The geometrically pleasing indents and slant of the exterior panels, reminiscent of old Earth aircraft designed for stealth reminded those inside that only a keen eye would poke them out of the empty space they occupied, visually, or technologically, perfect for remaining incognito for most situations as much as possible.

Sitting at a console with a cigarette in his mouth, examining and cleaning his revolver, the [i]Errant[/i]. Ryland observed and read the quickly and rapidly growing number of articles and reports regarding the recently publicized Last Will and Testimony of the late Queen Emily Gray. The fact of this situation was that this information was important to him and his employer[s][i](s)[/i][/s] from aforementioned rumors of the will to soon become public and the opportunities that would come about the chance to know what would be on the will itself. As the Intra-solar News Feed continued to fill at an alarming rate, the [i]Paladin[/i] would narrow the articles to find the source, the will itself, verbatim, he smirked. The enigmatic will of an enigmatic [i]philanthropist[/i], perfect in the sense of the parameters of the contract signed under the CFA Leyline, [i]Alvirstein[/i].

As Ryland was situated at one of the consoles in the cockpit, he would neatly place his revolver on the table harboring the console he had used to access the abundant information as the smell of cigarette smoke and lavender air freshener mingled in the atmosphere of the room. The [i]Paladin[/i] pressed a button on the console and a distinct monotonic tone sounded throughout the ship, as if an intercom had been activated. Such a theory was with tangible evidence as a voice would soon follow the tone. 

"[color=f7941d]Paladin here. The Queen's will has been made open to prying eyes. We will now have the opportunity to discuss this on the bridge, adjacent to the holo-map console. Thoughts and possible courses of actions concerning the matter are more than welcome. Be there or be square.[/color]"

Astorix smirked to himself as he released his finger on the button of the intercommunicative device connected to the console, a very clever way to get more than his own two-cents in on the matter was to bring his team's eyes out of the woolen and possibly uninformed of extremely-recent developments, in addition to threatening them with geometric shapings they do not wish to be. Perfect to get the ball rolling. Ryland kicked his feet on the table of the counter at an obtuse angle, stretching his arms into a cushioning position behind his head as he waited for more than himself to brood over these matters on the bridge; he stared out at the twinkling stars of the frontward windscreen in the cockpit, mouth slightly agape as he loses himself in thought.
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