Post by Delilah A. Black on Jan 13, 2013 1:04:46 GMT -8
Delilah sat waiting in a meeting room at the Crows base. Refreshments lay around her, coffee, tea, and some biscottii the cooks had managed to scrape together. It was all laid out rather meticulously, as though by accident (though it was too perfect to be an 'accident'). She herself was dressed modestly; her hair was still pinned up behind her head, but the tank top she wore was unstained and fresh and wore jeans instead of cargo pants.
Today, she was not headed out to war...at least, not in the physical sense.
Something gnawed away at the young mechanic and had been doing so since Barker's assault. She wasn't strong enough to run the Crows on her own if need be. If she was stronger, better, maybe she could avoid those mistakes that cost her and so many others dearly. Maybe she would be able to take some of the load off her comrade and superior officer.
But doing so was risky. And she couldn't do it all alone.
Thus, she had called John Strike and Zack Asiv here for a meeting...to see what could be done.
Asiv shows up first wearing a freshly cleaned dark blue suit, dress shoes, the whole bit. His hair however... Cosmotologists nightmare. He'd wave as he spotted Delilah and would sit.
Mr Strike would show up a bit later with what appeared to be a brown towel. He wore his usualy dark green shirt, digital camo cargo pants and combat boots. His cloth mask lifted up over his nose, hair cut in a nice buzz.
Delilah would smile at each as they entered, though not with great earnest. This problem was too pressing on her mind to allow her much enthusiasm.
Once everyone was seated and comfortable, she would begin.
"In case neither of you have met, Mr. Asiv, this is John Strike, John, this is Zack Asiv," She would lean forward against the table, propping her elbows on it just in front of her as she turned her gaze to John. "Thank you both for coming on such short notice, but I feel the pressing weight of this issue has waited long enough. So I'll be plain.
"I want...no, I need to become stronger. For the Crows, for my people and for myself and my family. As far as the grand scheme of the gangs in the area go, we are at a...disadvantage.The Dragons have three very powerful leaders as well as a strong middle range militant force. The Experiments are..well, they're experiments, they're already very strong. There are also a couple of others, but, again, in this area, I find that we, the Crows are somewhat lacking.
"This is by no means a fault of the training we have given our military or our numbers. Our remaining Zero Crow has been stretched to his limit with diplomatic and other issues. As we stand right now, I am not strong enough to handle this gang on my own.
"Mr. Strike..." she flicked her blue eyes to him. "When we last spoke, you mentioned a 'power to the North' that I may be able to defeat...but if my superiors went there to try, that they would fail. Can you explain?"
Strike would think on it.
"Mr. Asiv, you know about the forces to the north more than I. Whats up there?"
Asiv would take only moments to reply.
"The Gods, and unknown gangs, maybe a recon would find more."
"No need. This enemy is an old one, esspecially after 'The Cold One'. Currently plotting his death. Maybe even an attack. If he does 'The Cold One' will die."
Delilah's eyes would move back and forth as the men spoke. She was right to bring both of them, it seemed.
"Who is 'The Cold One', and who is plotting his death?" she asked slowly. "What's the story here?"
"I'm not sure, I'm not so tied in to the people."
Strike would say with a shrug.
"I see the future, but only in metaphors."
Asiv would sigh as he pulled out a cig.
"Well, if its a crow and one of your boss's I'd assume Winters... 'Unfettered' as he goes by now. John, who's the enemy? We have alot of old enemies."
Strike would close his eyes momentarily before opening them with the white light coming from his eyes.
"The enemy, causes the earth to shake, is rejuvinated by the sea, and controls the vessels voyage."
Asiv would snap his fingers.
"Poseidon, that makes sense. A long time ago, Winters and some others went after my half brothers. They are the leaders of The Gods. Zeus, Posiedon, and Hades. Poseidon, or Peter; is probably plotting his death because of the chest plate 'Unfettered' wears."
Her eyes immediately narrowed at the revelation. A plot on her oldest friends and leader's life?
Not on her watch.
"How do I stop it? I know I'm not strong enough to face a God...that's why you both are here. What can I do?"
Strike would speak up.
"The vision simply shows you are the only one who can stop the plot, it does not show how."
Asiv thought.
"There is a tower not far from here that has stolen a very valuable fruit from me. I bet if you challange the tower, claim the fruit as your own, you will have everything you need to stop it."
Delilah took a moment to consider this. She was the only one?
...All the more reason then. Someone else might get it wrong.
"First, tell me about Posiedon. The Gods. I met Dion a few years ago...he seemed to have his head screwed on straight at least. Who else might be in on this? Do you know what the plot specifically is?"
Asiv would ponder.
"If you know Dion already I'd use that. Peter and Dion don't have a very good relationship after everything that went down. You may even try my brother Hades. Last we talked he's also sane."
"Then it seems there is much for me to do," Delilah got to her feet with a scrape of her chair. "Is there any further advice either of you can offer? About the tower, the Gods, or this task?"
Asiv did actually.
"Yeah... If he is wearing his ring, beware Dion. Keep your wits unclouded."
Delilah thought back, remembering with a snap of her fingers. "That whole seductive God of Women and Wine thing, right?"
"Yes, the ring can convince you of alot of things... The first school captain of 259 fell for its tricks. And as your a woman, I know he wouldn't do anything, but he wont say no if YOU do something."
Her lips formed a grim line. The first captain? Well well. That was something. "I'll keep that in mind...Thank you gentlemen. If there's nothing else, I'll let you get back to whatever I pulled you away from. Oh," She looked back Asiv. "The fruit. What is it, exactly? Should I bring my men or should this just be me?"
"I'd suggest bringing someone you trust in a fight. Other than that, be careful... The fruit is the only one like it I've been able to grow, I can only hypothosis what it does, but if ingested your powers should be inhanced to a nominal dagree
"Good, then. Thank you both for your time." With a nod and a small, hopeful smile, Delilah would depart. She had much to think on.
Today, she was not headed out to war...at least, not in the physical sense.
Something gnawed away at the young mechanic and had been doing so since Barker's assault. She wasn't strong enough to run the Crows on her own if need be. If she was stronger, better, maybe she could avoid those mistakes that cost her and so many others dearly. Maybe she would be able to take some of the load off her comrade and superior officer.
But doing so was risky. And she couldn't do it all alone.
Thus, she had called John Strike and Zack Asiv here for a meeting...to see what could be done.
Asiv shows up first wearing a freshly cleaned dark blue suit, dress shoes, the whole bit. His hair however... Cosmotologists nightmare. He'd wave as he spotted Delilah and would sit.
Mr Strike would show up a bit later with what appeared to be a brown towel. He wore his usualy dark green shirt, digital camo cargo pants and combat boots. His cloth mask lifted up over his nose, hair cut in a nice buzz.
Delilah would smile at each as they entered, though not with great earnest. This problem was too pressing on her mind to allow her much enthusiasm.
Once everyone was seated and comfortable, she would begin.
"In case neither of you have met, Mr. Asiv, this is John Strike, John, this is Zack Asiv," She would lean forward against the table, propping her elbows on it just in front of her as she turned her gaze to John. "Thank you both for coming on such short notice, but I feel the pressing weight of this issue has waited long enough. So I'll be plain.
"I want...no, I need to become stronger. For the Crows, for my people and for myself and my family. As far as the grand scheme of the gangs in the area go, we are at a...disadvantage.The Dragons have three very powerful leaders as well as a strong middle range militant force. The Experiments are..well, they're experiments, they're already very strong. There are also a couple of others, but, again, in this area, I find that we, the Crows are somewhat lacking.
"This is by no means a fault of the training we have given our military or our numbers. Our remaining Zero Crow has been stretched to his limit with diplomatic and other issues. As we stand right now, I am not strong enough to handle this gang on my own.
"Mr. Strike..." she flicked her blue eyes to him. "When we last spoke, you mentioned a 'power to the North' that I may be able to defeat...but if my superiors went there to try, that they would fail. Can you explain?"
Strike would think on it.
"Mr. Asiv, you know about the forces to the north more than I. Whats up there?"
Asiv would take only moments to reply.
"The Gods, and unknown gangs, maybe a recon would find more."
"No need. This enemy is an old one, esspecially after 'The Cold One'. Currently plotting his death. Maybe even an attack. If he does 'The Cold One' will die."
Delilah's eyes would move back and forth as the men spoke. She was right to bring both of them, it seemed.
"Who is 'The Cold One', and who is plotting his death?" she asked slowly. "What's the story here?"
"I'm not sure, I'm not so tied in to the people."
Strike would say with a shrug.
"I see the future, but only in metaphors."
Asiv would sigh as he pulled out a cig.
"Well, if its a crow and one of your boss's I'd assume Winters... 'Unfettered' as he goes by now. John, who's the enemy? We have alot of old enemies."
Strike would close his eyes momentarily before opening them with the white light coming from his eyes.
"The enemy, causes the earth to shake, is rejuvinated by the sea, and controls the vessels voyage."
Asiv would snap his fingers.
"Poseidon, that makes sense. A long time ago, Winters and some others went after my half brothers. They are the leaders of The Gods. Zeus, Posiedon, and Hades. Poseidon, or Peter; is probably plotting his death because of the chest plate 'Unfettered' wears."
Her eyes immediately narrowed at the revelation. A plot on her oldest friends and leader's life?
Not on her watch.
"How do I stop it? I know I'm not strong enough to face a God...that's why you both are here. What can I do?"
Strike would speak up.
"The vision simply shows you are the only one who can stop the plot, it does not show how."
Asiv thought.
"There is a tower not far from here that has stolen a very valuable fruit from me. I bet if you challange the tower, claim the fruit as your own, you will have everything you need to stop it."
Delilah took a moment to consider this. She was the only one?
...All the more reason then. Someone else might get it wrong.
"First, tell me about Posiedon. The Gods. I met Dion a few years ago...he seemed to have his head screwed on straight at least. Who else might be in on this? Do you know what the plot specifically is?"
Asiv would ponder.
"If you know Dion already I'd use that. Peter and Dion don't have a very good relationship after everything that went down. You may even try my brother Hades. Last we talked he's also sane."
"Then it seems there is much for me to do," Delilah got to her feet with a scrape of her chair. "Is there any further advice either of you can offer? About the tower, the Gods, or this task?"
Asiv did actually.
"Yeah... If he is wearing his ring, beware Dion. Keep your wits unclouded."
Delilah thought back, remembering with a snap of her fingers. "That whole seductive God of Women and Wine thing, right?"
"Yes, the ring can convince you of alot of things... The first school captain of 259 fell for its tricks. And as your a woman, I know he wouldn't do anything, but he wont say no if YOU do something."
Her lips formed a grim line. The first captain? Well well. That was something. "I'll keep that in mind...Thank you gentlemen. If there's nothing else, I'll let you get back to whatever I pulled you away from. Oh," She looked back Asiv. "The fruit. What is it, exactly? Should I bring my men or should this just be me?"
"I'd suggest bringing someone you trust in a fight. Other than that, be careful... The fruit is the only one like it I've been able to grow, I can only hypothosis what it does, but if ingested your powers should be inhanced to a nominal dagree
"Good, then. Thank you both for your time." With a nod and a small, hopeful smile, Delilah would depart. She had much to think on.
