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I'm just a man, I'm here to play roles. That's about it. If you want more, ask for more.

I don't bite.


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Holding his head with an idle hand as a Sol would inform him of new tasks to perform at the immediate request. Garrett hated the feeling he got when intrusive voices would enter his head, especially ones telling him what to do all the time. Such orders would only mean one thing, intrigue; on the newer entrants of the banquet. It could mean breaking away from the prolific gathering, and actually doing something productive with his time. Focusing himself on any newer looking entrants, those without a stuffed face, or laughing at horrible jokes for fake brownie points, he would see a Knight leading the charge for two females. Garrett focused on the females; not for anything but how interesting they looked, of course, the Vrondian hierarchy would take notice and intrigue of these individuals at this party of all places.

Orders are orders, he would repeat to himself to ensure he didn't shirk his duties at this dull party. He would move towards the retinue of entrants to the banquet, those of considerable interest to those who gave Garrett orders, he had to block their path to wherever they may be leading themselves toward. Holding a hand out to the group, outstretched as an order of halting them in their tracks, he would do as he was told.

"Lovely evening you lot. I am required to ask for your citizenship badges if you'd be so kind to oblige."

Garrett appeared, in his unkempt, cracked, and dirty armor to seem as if he were a zombie or an animated statue of some sorts, however, he did not mind those stares or remarks reminding him as such to carry on with his duties; he held his more idle hand against the pommel of his blade to prepare for anything with the group he was explicitly ordered to stop at the party.


@RumikoOhara

I am dead
please don't spread rumors of me living








A new pawn enters the fold of this temporal chess game, rather an individual newly revealed to be of any importance within this realm. Garrett Everard, a Knight of The Sun makes his debut at the Castle in Vrondi. Of course, it would be self evident that one such Knight would be at such a high profile gathering, seeing as his allegiance is towards those who work with the Vrondians. Watching the party for some time, Garrett would become quite bored with the lack of any real problems occurring within the party, either due to well placed guards, or well placed criminals. Either way, he did not like standing around doing nothing for too long.

Being at the party, he would gather many stares at how unkempt his armor was, dust and dirt caked on the metal and the lack of shine made him seem like an old, weathered statue that hadn't been cleaned in ages than a real living person beneath the armor itself. He grew tired of the tedium of such a lush party. He started to patrol the grounds around the party itself, it seemed quieter and more prone for a keen eye to point something not of the ordinary. In doing so, he found himself staring at a 'servant' giddily counting some newly acquired gold coins. Of course, any sane person would be curious as to where he had gotten such boons, but it had nothing to do with protecting the people of the party. He looked around the exterior of the banquet hall, before returning to the entrance, deciding to mingle with the 'help'. Moving around the banquet he would introduce himself to the gregarious party goers just to get his mind off of not doing anything for the remainder of the feast.





If I get to be a goblin slayer I'm in
:v ooh.
Let's see where this goes
Medieval Fantasy is right up my alley.
CFA-Section 19
Alvirstein Division:
'Paladin'



Current Deployment: Jupiter's Moon, Callisto
Current Time: 14:31 Post Meridian, Earth Standard Time, 2207.
Current Assignment: Subversion.



Considering both options very carefully, he assumed the best of both sides of the fence, accessing interim Martian info-space through the transponder he selected through his console, pulling up the contact information of a growing, yet dormant extremist group set in the Martian commons.

"Our best option now would be to call upon one or some of the unsettled groups in the Martian social areas to incite some protests at the front of the Palace, something about unjust subjugation and rule seems about right to incur some picketed wrath of the people. This would avoid the escalation for the Royal shadows to commence executive defense of the inner machinations of the Palace itself."

Ry paused, taking a moment to consider come what may from such a proxy-devised manner of conducting an operation.

"Rather keep to their regular duties as, protests, are protests, that will be suppressed sooner or later. This idea will only thin out the guards from various non-vital areas for infiltration of the Palace, we will, however, need to take any stealth matters into our own hands once inside, meaning the blood is on our hands in regards to what we do, or who we kill. If we do go guns blazing, our window will be extremely short before the whole P.D.F. is against us, so preferably, after we chase the lead to a new point, is when we start being reckless to-exfil."

Stating this he would pull up Crime-report sheets on various socially active groups, as well as extremist groups whom favor the aspect of anti-establishment, anti-subjugation causes, ashing the butt of his cigarette against the top of the console, placing the crumpled butt in a conveniently placed disposal tray adjacent to the area where he ashed his cigarette, he would wipe the ashes on the counter into his hand, which he would place in a tactical pouch connected to his suit.
CFA-Section 19
Alvirstein Division:
'Paladin'



Current Deployment: Jupiter's Moon, Callisto
Current Time: 14:29 Post Meridian, Earth Standard Time, 2207.
Current Assignment: Recommendation.



Ryland furrowed his brows as Aela pined for his attention in a lewd manner, a vein in his forehead becoming slightly apparent as he bottles his emotions with some tact, looking away with a rising reddening on the tips of his ears he would return to the current task at hand. Taking a proper sitting posture whilst facing his terminal connected to the overview, he would tap his armored gloves against the keys atop the console, segregating the overview to have both a view of the will, and the planet of Mars, in particular the Capitol's Star-port being highlighted, as well as a Martian rim-space transponder buoy.

"My recommendation for now is to send the Carrion under the shadow of this particular transponder buoy, and sew dissent into dormant terrorist cells, and factions in the Martian Capitol, particularly contacting them and making some brave promises in return for action, to at least distract the Grey's security divisions from the Royal Gravesite to more important sectors of the Palace, allowing us ample time to infiltrate the site."

Astorix sighed, weighing the options of proxy wars. Zooming the focus on the planet of Mars onto the marker known as the space-port

"If such an option is not possible, I recommend groundwork once landed at the Capitol's main space-port, and attempting pure infiltration tactics and subversion."

Nodding, he would await the crew's opinions on his recommendations, paying close attention to ignoring Aela on the chance she would attempt to break his bearing of seriousness, smirking as such attempts slightly fail as he would scan the crew-mates with his eyes, looking over at Nikki, he would state;

"Nikki, the coordinates are set through my console if you want to get a head-start."

Before returning to expecting some input from the crew he had been assigned to.
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