Shattered Planes Archives (Seasons 4 & 5)
The Hub => Hangout => Roleplaying => Topic started by: Admiral Regis Hermitage on June 29, 2012, 06:08:21 AM
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"Regis?" a voice called out. It was sweet and familiar to him. He found himself looking up at his smiling mother.
"Yes mom?" the young Belkan responded.
"We need to talk... its about your father." her voice became more serious, as his 12 year old mind began to put what she was going to say into realization. His eyes grew wide.
"Is he?" he barely made out the words. "dead?" he finally managed to find the words. He felt his heart sink as his mother slowly nodded. He could feel the tears trying to come, but forced them back as he felt his mother hug him. For a split second, his world stood utterly still. He stood there for what he thought was hours, waiting for it all to begin again. It was torture. His trance was broken as his mother grabbed his hand, and put something in it. She stood up, and left him to himself.
He looked down at his hand, and he unclenched it. He found a Golden Eagle pin that represented his father's rank, with the word 'Hermitage' embedded on the back. He knew it was the tradition of his highly military-centered society, but he still thought it was somewhat cruel... He stared and stared at it until his eyes were tired of staring, and he was weak with the symptoms of on setting dehydration. He simply feel onto his back and stared at the moon outside, and wondered... How did he die, and if he had the chance, could he have made any difference?
"Hermitage?" an echoing male voice called to him. "Regis? You alright buddy?" it asked again.
"Rear Admiral Hermitage..." the voice called again as Regis jumped in his chair, and sat at attention for the new visitor in his office. "You good Regis?" the politician in front of him asked.
"Yeah, im fine Alex." he said. "Did you need something Ambassador Decadea?"
"Yeah, i just had a few names at my embassy in False Heaven that i need checked out. I didnt want to run it by the Spooks over in 5, because you know how much of a fucking nightmare that would be." his eyes got big with fear as a joke. "Never thought i would catch the Director of Special Branch Daydreaming on the job.."
"Wasnt daydreaming, Ambassador. Just deep in though." he explains. "Let me see that list." Decadea passes it over to him.
"Its a group that we may be having a problem with. Its called Seventh Wave." He continued and pushed Hermitage a folder. "We think that they are running an HQ out of False Heaven Space Station, but we cant verify anything with the Administrator there. His adjutant, Halsey, wasnt much help either." he sighs. "But, i digress. Seventh Wave is mainly arms smugglers that deal in high grade Private Military Weapons. Possibly either Grunder Industries, or Nova Corporation. They've been selling them to rebel groups within the Empire, and the Senate is turning up the heat on me here."
Hermitage takes a look through the files and nods. "Alright, Ambassador. I'll run these for you." he said as he heard a large commotion outside of his office.
"Get out of my way!" a female voice rang out. "You have no business trying to impede an Admiral in the Zarethian Navy!" she shouted even louder.
Hermitage looked through the glass the surrounded his office, and saw his terrified staff up against a metaphoric lion... Vice Admiral Aki Sora. Deputy Commander of SOCOM.
"You better save your herd, little shepherd..." Decadea tell him, and take a look as well.
"Right.." Hermitage says and does his hand gesture as they move out of her way.