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The Red Wings: Take Flight - Erik Mynhier - 12-08-2014
((Hi, this is your Captain speaking.... The point of this one is to be a repository of info ranging from logs to actual forum RP for our current storyline going on in the FC called with love "Takes Flight". The Red Wings have been sent orders, very strange orders. If they refuse to obey Flame command, if they follow through they may surely die. What will everyone's favorite spy team do? If you are involed in the event, a member of the Red Wings, or just want to tag in, feel free to post here. I'll kick it off.))
Having dismissed his people, Erik sat quietly in the War Room, the echo of the machinery around him filling his ears as he read over the orders again, for the hundredth time it felt like. The hum of tech was suddenly disturbed as he roared in rage, throwing the pages of the orders across the room. He stood and walked the end of the room. His only consolation was that his people were everyone wise enough to see the trap before them. What bothered him was the insult of it, the blatant trap, the orders, the set up before them. He knew there was no choice. The orders were blank-signed, but valid. A lot of gil must have passed hands to allow these papers through the chain of command without anyone questioning them. This lead to two possibilities, redaction, by far the worse of the two, or someone with a grudge had wormed their way into the Flames and set this up, the more likely of the two. Either way he did not like the smell of it.
RE: The Red Wings: Take Flight - Titor - 12-09-2014
After the meeting, Titor and Mikh'a had returned to medbay/lab. Â Titor sat down at his desk and began to try to mathematically and logically calculate his way through what had just occurred, hopefully trying to be able to come up with anything that might help point them in the direction to go.
Dealing with the matters and intensions of mankind had always been something Titor was not that good at. Numbers, math, formulas, geometries, he excelled at that. Psychology, social engineering, cognitive science? Nope.Â
This was not something that he was going to have to rely on his Captain to make the decision for. He would follow whatever orders he were given, even unto death.
He would sacrifice his life for his unit and his country should the time come.
He sighed, and sat back in his chair a bit, looking over his notes upon which he had reached no conclusion, before turning to Mikh'a.
"What do you think of all this?" he asked, placing the papers down on the table and rubbing his head. "A part of me thinks this will just be no big deal, just another mission. Everyone seemed so on-edge about it though. It is just delivering a few goods, right? It is not like events like this /never/ happen. It is unusual, yes, and potentially dangerous if things go wrong and these items get in the wrong hands. But I am sure they have been riskier tasks given to this unit, or even the Flames in general..."
RE: The Red Wings: Take Flight - Erik Mynhier - 12-12-2014
The caravan had been as they had all thought, a set up. They all stood in the rain over the bridge. Erik and Kahn'a stood at the front of the bridge and spoke as the others knitted their wounds and investigated all that had happened. Erik did not look at his Lieutenant as he spoke in low tones, "The crates are all empty, filled with sawdust and stones. And our VIP's body is gone from where he fell." Erik was quiet as he allowed Kahn'a to take it in. "We knew it was a set up from the start, but I made a grave error. I thought this was some greedy soldier filing paperwork to put us in harm's way, or some enemy with money enough to bribe people to our demise. But I was wrong on the scope. This is no simple plot, this is a Redaction." He looked back at Clio on the ground but steeled himself to the task at hand. "Return the Wings to the Drydocks and secure a quiet dry place to rest and debrief. I will be close behind."
RE: The Red Wings: Take Flight - Melkire - 12-15-2014
He took up the black oil pastel again and carefully etched a hatch pattern onto one of the marble towers to represent the shadow cast by the fading daylight. His little notepad of doodles would never amount to anything, but Osric took pleasure in the simpler pastimes of life, even when there was no practical application to be found in them. He was horridly shite when it came to faces, but landscapes and structures... aye, those lines he could manage just fine.
The midlander sighed as he looked back up at the glimmering vista of ocean and the city of Limsa Lominsa what rode those waters. Lymlaen was working up a pleasant breeze this evening, one which merited compliments, but his mind was elsewhere.
"So y'came back. Why?"
"Tried a moon in the Shroud. Hated it. Made me uneasy." The young Hyur lad sitting beside him shrugged as he leaned forward to pluck a small smooth stone from the grass at his feet. "I'm not like you. You might find the sands comforting, but the trees were suffocating me. So once I made sure Ma and them were all settled-like, I snuck aboard some sod's timbers."
There was a moment of silence as the boy juggled the pebble. He turned a smirk on Osric.Â
"Besides, you still need someone here. Someone you can trust."
"Not badly enough t'risk you," Osric scoffed as he shifted on the boulder to face his little brother. "Never badly enough t'risk you. Go home, Tom."
Thomys Melkire rolled his eyes as he leaned to one side and pitched his stone out over the cliff and into the ocean. "I am home. Grew up in those gutters. Born in them. Not like you, 'gutterborn'. Never had what you had, and I've Da to thank for that. So let it go, Ossy. I'm happiest here."
The elder son reluctantly returned to his doodling for some time. The cries of seagulls drifted to them from the rocks below. At last, he ceased his agitated scratching, dropping his pastel on his lap and throwing his hands up into the air.
"Fine, fine! Stay. Like I'm givin' a rat's arse whether y'do or don't. The twins are out, and so's Ma. You're old enough t'risk your own hide, so... fair enough."
His brother smiled. "Fair enough."
Osric sighed again as he reached up and rubbed at his temples. "That out o' the way... better y'tell me now who you're runnin' with, Tom, so I don't wet m'breeches later. The Colibri? The Ziz? Please tell me y'ain't runnin' with the Skites...."
Thomys all but giggled. "Hardly. I'm with Jacke."
The former problemsolver's face fell, utter disbelief painted across his features. "Jacke? As in Jacke o' the Dutiful Sisters o' the Edelweiss? That scrag?"
"Cove," muttered Thomys absentmindedly as he lifted a stick and starting drawing in the dirt, smile still on his face.
"Oh, Matron's teats, it's the Rogues' Cant for Tiny Tom. After all that talk o' hatin' Thieves' Cant--"
"--grammatically and syntactically moronic--"
"--as if I know what y'mean by that, and why in the seven hells didn't you sign on with the Jackals?"
"What, the crew you ran with? Done in by the jacks four cycles ago."
"...oh."
They went back to the relative silence of scratches for a time, as one drew on paper and the other drew on earth. There came the tolling of the bells from Limsa, and the dull crack of distant musket fire. The wind died down for an instant, then picked up again, the sea breeze carrying the scent of fresh fish. Â
"So," murmured the lad as he plucked a green linkpearl from his ear and held it up, "what did you call me for?"
Osric huffed a breath. "Information. I need t'have words with every fence 'n' runner I can get m'hands on, and I needed t'have those words three suns ago."
Thomys shook his head. "Impossible, you are. What happened to that Keeper you were keen on? Â The way you went on about her, folks would've figured you were fawning over some pet that had done you proud."
"Kink and I had a... falling out. Besides, in your last letter y'said she'd disappeared. That still the case?"
"Right off the edge of the map, aye." He tossed the stick aside, clapped his hands and rubbed his palms together. "Alright, fences and streetrunners it is. Might take me longer than usual, most folks have clammed up on me since I joined the guild."
"Piss, I wonder why," Osric said wryly.
"Sod off. You're running out of light."
"I know, I know."
The once-thief-turned-soldier returned to his drawing.
RE: The Red Wings: Take Flight - Mikh'a - 12-15-2014
Mikh'a shook his head as he followed Titor back in to the room.“We can't use our ship.†he said as his ears pinned to his head. “We're being sent on a mission by a piece of paper that has no face, no name, they've robbed us of our important assets, and we're moving technology that's banned in to a city state that doesn't much like what we're moving. Plus the guy smelled...†he frowned. “Off. I don't know. I don't like the way he smelled, it was just...â€
He bristled and then paced away from Titor so that he could perchon a chair, elbows on his knees and tail twitching behind him. “I don't know. I can't explain it, it's off.†It helped that the smell of lavender had been forever traumatized in his mind, but even then it was just weird for him. “But orders are orders and like Erik said... we're soldiers. We go where we're told without question.â€
...which was why he was a terrible soldier. ( And in someone'sopinion a terrible scientist. ) All he ever did was ask questions.
“It's not suspicious at all to you?â€
RE: The Red Wings: Take Flight - Cliodhna Eoghan - 12-15-2014
Shortly after the fiasco of a mission on the bridge, Cliodhna sat on a rather large create; leaning against Erik as he planned their next course of action, letting him support her weight for the moment. Her gaze slowly drifting over all the members, thankfully no one aside from herself had been injured from the looks of it. Cursing under her breath she glanced down at the dirty floor. That damned wound...it had been plaguing her since she arrived in Ul'dah but had never reacted this badly. Then again, she hadn't been exposed to such a massive outpouring of aether since officially joining the Red Wings. Sure a bit here and there to use her skills when needed, but that level it was more annoyance than pain. This....Cliodhna cringed, this was unacceptable.
After the plans had been made, she watched mildly as Siha and Mikh'a whispered about something she knew that the idea of taking Sieghard with them bothered Siha slightly, but it was necessary if Cliodhna didn't get herself sorted soon. Also there was the added concern that she wasn't ready to share yet. There was something about the Elezen that bothered Cliodhna and if there was a further possibility of treachery; she wanted to weed it out herself before anyone was hurt.
Tucking a lock of blonde hair behind her ear, she glanced in Erik's direction. This slip up on her part could have cost her more than a botched mission and she'd be dammed if she let it cause further trouble.
RE: The Red Wings: Take Flight - Gray - 12-19-2014
All things considered, the mission had gone as well as one could have hoped. An obvious setup. There was no way around it. They weren't going to get through that one with perfect marks. The mission was a failure, for all that meant, being it was a shakedown. At least no one died.
Now it was time to make their move, rather than just wait to react once again. Sieghart was content to listen to the captains assessment of the situation, and their new orders. They were splitting up. Clio and Siha would be his comerades from this point on. Once the debriefing was finished, and they had their orders, Sieg stepped out to await Siha and Clio. He'd have to wait awhile to share another drink with his old friend Raimy.
RE: The Red Wings: Take Flight - Siha - 12-19-2014
They had promised that man. That was all she could think about while they made their walk back to the Drydocks. They had promised him and they had failed him.
Her brow had stayed furrowed the whole time and she'd fought Mikh'a for the spot of back of the pack, eventually ending the stalemate by taking his hand instead and turning watchful eyes on the back of her family. None of them had died as the poor Elezen man had, and none had been injured save Clio, even then her injury seemed to be preexisting and...complicated. Mouth set in a line the whole explanation had set her on edge and she'd cried out a few times in protest of what was being said, redaction? How could they dare redact the Red Wings after everything they'd done and given up for that city?! Her outrage was for the others and less herself, she was not a Flame and they owed her no allegiance but Erik, Kahn'a, Osric? They had given so much for that city, protected her from threats that would have been devastating. Quivering anger settled in her stomach and a little fear.
They were splitting up, it was smart but she hated it if only because she wanted to watch them all, protect them all. The hug she'd given Mikh'a had been tight when they'd parted and after whispered instructions she'd left him along with Clio and the others to step outside into the rain that had plagued them since the attack. Her ears were flattened to avoid the drops sliding into them and she peered up at the sky, normally she enjoyed the rain but now...somehow it just seemed ominous and her brow furrowed before she was wrapping her arms around her quickly dampening form. Sliding to sit on a bench near the door she directed her gaze finally to her teammate, Sieghart. She didn't know much about the man except that he'd seemed to enjoy the fight and had been able to make light after, a man had -died- but perhaps that was something he was used to. Regardless it made her uneasy and she swallowed, unease or not he was hers to watch over now and he was a Red Wing, that was enough to warrant her attempts at getting to know him.
A few moments on the bench were all she could handle before her nerves brought her to her feet and she drifted over the large Highlander's side. She didn't lift her eyes at first, clearing her throat to let him know she was there if he didn't already, "What...what did you make of all that?" she asked quietly, lifting her gaze finally to settle a purple gaze that was full of mixed emotions onto his face. She looked strained to say the least and her hands rubbed lightly at her arms to coax some warmth into them, but her cold had nothing to do with the rain, it would not be chased away so easily.
RE: The Red Wings: Take Flight - Erik Mynhier - 12-19-2014
Erik, Kahn'a, Mikh'a, and Raimy snuck aboard the small freighter bound for the Silver Bazaar like wisps in the night. Once the boat stopped, there was no harm but to the port watchman done as they left the ship, Erik using a sleeper hold on the man to quiet any alarm. In less then an hour after they stood at the gates of Ul'dah, never had they seemed so unfriendly.
The Captain huddled them together before they entered, "We all have tasks, things that must be seen to before we slip away. Gather what we need from the Hall, load the Falcon and fly it to the Highlands, Thanalan and the Alliance has no pull there. If this becomes serious, we will need all we can grab, the airship included." Erik froze silent and looked in the direction of two guards 50 fulms away. As they carried on he continued, "I am going to the Flame Hall, do not follow or wait for me, I will meet you all in Ishgard." He stood and moved toward the clearing, stopping before leaving the group, "You know what you must do.... Make it so."
The city was hard to disappear in, he had been here far to long. But that could be a good thing too. He moved quietly, hope in his heart the shadows and moonless night would help him. To the alley to the west enterance of the Quicksand he moved. In the west wall of the building Erik moved his hand allong the wall feeling for..... there. A brick, loose to the touch. He pulled it out abd reach into the cavity behind it. He drew out a fresh sword, shield, a few more bricks falling away. A black hooded robe, an axe. He equipped this gear, hanging on a coin purse, full of gil and papers, a new identity. Erik had holes like this all over the city, never be to careful. He took what he had now and moved to the Flame Hall, to find Montblanc, and to find some answers.
RE: The Red Wings: Take Flight - Cliodhna Eoghan - 12-19-2014
Erik hadn't said much to Cliodhna aside from a whispered "be careful" with a quick squeeze of her hand as he slipped out the door, but that was expected. They both had been in this business too long to wish for tearful good-byes and romantic embraces before each parting. Sighing gently, she raked a hand though her sodden, blonde hair. The pain in her side had subsided a bit since things had died down some but Siha's attempts at healing it still hurt. Wincing slightly, Cliodhna stood and headed for the door to find her traveling companions.
Approaching the two she glanced over to the smaller Miqo'te, brows knitted together over her green eyes. Though obviously wary of the bigger man; at least she was trying to make conversation from the looks of it. Walking up to them, Cliodhna looked them both in the eye before speaking. "Are you two prepared to follow orders?" She asked, her voice slightly husky from the weather, pausing a moment to clear her throat. "I for one, have an issue when some orders are clearly not in our best interest." Motioning for them to lean in closer, Cliodhna lowered her voice. "We'll get to the Shroud and hide as planned, but not before we clear some things up first. I won't let my handicap get in the way again but we need to have another crack at that damned Lalafell before doing so. He knows something and I don't plan to just run out of here because a few people want me dead. You two are free to follow Captain's orders but I'll be delaying mine a bit." Cliodhna looked both in the eye again, gaze drifting From Sieghart to Siha. "Now, can I trust you or do I need to find others to achieve this endeavor?"
RE: The Red Wings: Take Flight - Siha - 12-19-2014
Cautious and inherently worried about others she was, but a coward she was not. The Miqo'te set her jaw just as soon as Clio was done speaking, "You're not going alone, La- Cliodhna, you can count me in." She wasn't one to go tracking down such wily enemies so quickly but Clio had a point, they needed to know what their attacker had known and he'd said it was a job, that meant there was more to it and someone had hired him. "I'd rather be doing something than hiding, especially if that means the others can come home faster..." she glanced to the side and fixed her eyes on the Highlander curiously. From what she'd seen of the man she doubted he'd refuse Clio either but then again he had said he was a soldier and this was technically disobeying orders by not fleeing immediately.
RE: The Red Wings: Take Flight - Mikh'a - 12-19-2014
Mikh'a wanted to protest - the Flame hall?! It was pointless, Erik was going to do what he needed to do and it wasn't any more than tired fears. Their captain was fully capable of his task, the ginger kitty was just the type to fret.
Left to their own devices, Mikh'a had given Raimy a simple task after their return to the Goblet: Secure Titor's notes then meet in the basement. It wasn't something that could be easily screwed up given the encrypted methods Titor used as it was to keep his notes secret and safe. It was only busy work, Raimy's sheer lack in self confidence made it difficult to task him with things. Mikh'a himself had made necessary preparations in certain people's rooms to confiscate any incriminating evidence of well... anything... before near cleaning out any mobile medical supplies they'd need. He'd discarded his Flames uniform for something more practical for the colder weather they were diving in to. ( It helped he needed to conceal his identity, wanted for murder based on visuals alone. )Â
Slinging the pack of medical supplies over his shoulder the tiny kitty's ears pinned to his head as he stepped back out again in to the foyer of the hall and gave a look around. The plan was to regroup inside the house and head to the ship through the basement entrance but he couldn't shake the feeling that this was going to go so much more wrong, so quickly. Erik's dream was so telling thus far it was hard not to succumb to the creeping fear and the boy did everything in his power to hold it together while moving to lock the front door. No reason not to take extra precaution, there was no way the Flames weren't going to come beating down their door to find them soon enough and those members of the Red Wings not present would do well to stay away until things had been fixed.
RE: The Red Wings: Take Flight - Kels - 12-20-2014
Raimy isn't sure why they brought him with them back to Ul'dah. By the sounds of it there are important things to see to and be done, but he hasn't been with them long enough to know what those things might be. His mind wanders to Seighart and he can't help but wonder if his friend is going to fill his flask before heading to The Shroud. Raimy could hide in The Shroud. Or on his own. Erik tells them to see to the important things so Raimy decides to just follow orders as best he can for now.Â
He knows the kid doesn't like him because he'd made a few threats against the kid when they first met. He didn't meant them.. mostly. For now he sticks with Mikh'a anyway. He knows he'll creep Mikh'a out enough that the kid will snap at him and give him something to do, and it works. All of Raimy's extra clothes are at Titor's house, so all he has is his Flames coat. He grabs all the notes he can find and stuffs his coat with as much as he can carry, or readies it to go on the ship with them by putting what he can in a box. He figures if he leaves any behind someone else will tear the place apart later and find them. Safes can be cracked, hiding holes can be found. These notes won't be taken until Raimy is dead.
RE: The Red Wings: Take Flight - Gray - 12-20-2014
((Sorry about my late reply. Seems I no longer get automatic updates when a topic gets new posts.))
Sieghart had been standing in the same spot. His left arm crossed straight over his torso, his right elbow propped upon the left hand that rested at his ribs, and his right arm straight up as his index finger tapped at the side of his mouth. He waited until Siha spoke, rather than making some attempt at "getting to know you" chat.
What...what did you make of all that?
He replied, turning his head to look down to her.
What I make of it is...we're in a bad spot. Captain's right. Splitting up is the way to go. We all know this was a setup from the word go, but we had to play along. A man's dead thanks to this farce. Occupational hazard is one thing, but when people die because we're being sent into a fake mission, it's a problem, orders or no. But at least this way, we can't all get killed if things go that bad. In situations like this, we have to put survival first. You understand that. Right?
The insinuation was heavy, if not obvious. Mission botched from the go. A man dead. The company splitting up and possibly wanted men and women by now... If it came down to it, he meant to see to their well-being first, and their orders second. He was never an actual soldier. Just a mercenary. He didn't follow orders blindly, and he wanted to know where his current unit stood on it.
~~~
When Clio came over and spoke to them, he had no issues with what she said.
I'm not planning on reporting you, if that's what you're worried about. I'd like to get to the Shroud ASAP, but right now, we all need to trust one another. What exactly have you got in mind?
RE: The Red Wings: Take Flight - Setras Kyvari - 12-20-2014
Lurking near the door, A'laric listened to the others react to the disaster of a  mission with half his attention. The other half was diligently occupied with replaying the scenario on the bridge, trying to pick the pieces apart. The attack had been far too quick and clean. Planned to the last minute detail. The work of a professional. As a fellow professional, he could certainly appreciate it.
He could also track down the one responsible for planning it and personally guarantee that the whoreson died screaming. Of course, that plan was contingent upon actually finding the one responsible. An ear flicked thoughtfully as he glanced at Erik in response to hearing his name spoken. Accepting his orders placidly, he spared only a brief glance and a smirk for Osric before slinking out the door and into the rain.
Tilting his face up to the cold droplets, he smiled to himself. All signs pointed to the Lalafel as his best chance at finding out the who and why of this little mess. And of.. tidying it up. A predatory little chuckle escaped his lips as he began to walk toward the gates.