[hr][center][sub][color=cecece]DAY 1[/color] [color=ea3333]《》[/color] [color=cecece]STEELWATER [RD-PRS][/color] [color=ea3333]《》[/color] [color=cecece]After Noon[/color] [color=ea3333]《》[/color] [@Prisk][/sub][/center][hr][table][row][/row][row][cell][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5384460][img]https://i.imgur.com/mtl26ft.png[/img][/url][color=2e2c2c]▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇[/color][/cell][cell][quote]

[color=8d8e8f]This had been a mistake from the start. Since the drop, nothing had gone to plan and now here she was standing in a building where she did not belong, crossing paths with the weary faces of other Aeons. She recognized all of them although there was one who stood out more than the others. BlackRock had always been a force of strength backed by its wealth. A corporation waging a war against invaders with numbers and logistics rather than its much smaller by comparison private military. To this end did they take from those around them and in many ways, indirectly affect the lives of those they did not. Everything was done for the 'greater good' of course, but it didn't always feel that way and because BlackRock never bothered to explain or apologize if they felt it a waste of their time, offended parties held grudges they seldom forgave.

The other faces she'd recognized included Aaron Nyles, Errikos Rigas, Eun-Ji Park and Robert Hernandez. All of them were Aeons, but none of them bore the presence of Scylla Fleurane or her history. There was a nation out there who had tried to shutter themselves away from the rest of the world, sitting on a throne made of rock and warriors. BlackRock had moved in with the rest of an impatient world, encroaching upon a land that was not their own and in the name of defense. The actual truth of their move mattered little and in the end, all BlackRock walked away with was a piece of a mountain. Dragoons were worth more than any amount of carved stone and an Aeon of Fleurane blood arguably more than any other weapon conceived. There was history in the room and again, Christina was reminded that she was not meant to be here. So when Emilia found her in her contemplation some time later, she'd already asked herself the questions she was about to be given.

[color=6598c4]"So, what happened? Why are you here?"[/color]

[color=bca346]"Emilia [i]Clark[/i] pointed a gun at me with no ammo."[/color] Christina began, but then immediately shook her head. She shifted around in her chair to better face the other woman. The acknowledgment of just that statement alone hurt her pride to some degree but it was shadowed by the real shit she was in. She knew she'd answered the wrong question and that her response was not what Emilia wanted. She also knew that saying the real answer out loud meant putting truth to the images she'd been sorting through in her head for the past hour and she hated knowing that.

Christina took a deep breath as she tried again. [color=bca346]"I'm here because I was sent with my team to find and secure an HVT. However, what we found wasn't what we were expecting. At all. Our HVT ended up being an archon. [i]He...[/i] killed my entire team and being the only survivor, I did the only rational thing which was to run... into your gun."[/color] She sucked her lip as she looked down at her wrist, noting the time on the digital display. Her lip slipped from between her teeth making an audible pop. She seemed half annoyed, a little impatient, but very eager to make conversation if only to get to the bottom of the situation. [color=bca346]"It's obvious to me now this entire situation is UDF involved and to make matters worse, there is a new strain of Stigma."[/color]

Christina turned briefly to where they had taken the child and then looked to Emilia. Her eyes shifted from an inquisitive concern to a curiosity that was directed. [color=bca346]"So that's what happened. But, I guess the better question now is 'What happened to Benjamin?'"[/color]

[/color][/quote][/cell][/row][/table][color=99945e][b]Summary[/b][/color][hr][color=99945e]Emilia approaches Christina and begins to interrogate her. Christina asks a question of her own.[/color]