07-03-2016, 06:10 PM
Jay didn't stare across the ocean for long. Their commander waved them over and they drew close to hear new orders. There was just enough waiting time before drawing up to the cargo ship to ask whether all this was orchestrated by LP in some grand master plan or if it was all a happy coincidence.
"Armor suits waiting off shore at the exact right moment?" Jay asked of one buddy who only shrugged and inquired as to whether the former marine had experience with them. This one? No. Even when Jay enlisted this suit had been five years outdated in the States. But the concept was the same.
After a quick shimmy up rope ladders to the larger cargo ship, he made a fast inspection of the deck and its workers.
The suit earned a rather long measuring look of respect. For LP this was an expensive purchase. Repeated twenty times over. He wondered again whether Jacque planned the whole operation. Maybe even planted the seeds of coup to start with.
But the more harrowing question came as he powered up the OS and logged in with his Legion ID.
If Jacque did plan the coup. If he did escalate the tension. If he was captured on purpose. Did Jay care? And if so. What was he going to do about it? Confront Danjou? Force him to admit to the crimes? What then? LP would be in chaos. And Sierra Leone would fall back into worse conditions than it was when they arrived.
But complacency from a lack of better options didn't sit well on Jay's shoulders. He joined LP because he believed in their mission - and they kicked ass at the same time. Was that still the case?
Natalie would think they were monsters if she knew what was happening. If she was still alive.
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The suit breathed well. The head gear shaded his eyes. The weight was substantial but nothing he couldn't handle - especially with a healed up knee.
He waited alongside Vanders to arrive back on shore. The city was quiet so far. But all that was about to change. Katlego was still out there for instance. And a familiar mix of nerves and excitement stirred in his gut.
"Suppose we are off to rescue the Damsel in Distress. This might be fun." He said, smirking at Vanders. "So if you're the resident Mage, what am I?"
"Armor suits waiting off shore at the exact right moment?" Jay asked of one buddy who only shrugged and inquired as to whether the former marine had experience with them. This one? No. Even when Jay enlisted this suit had been five years outdated in the States. But the concept was the same.
After a quick shimmy up rope ladders to the larger cargo ship, he made a fast inspection of the deck and its workers.
The suit earned a rather long measuring look of respect. For LP this was an expensive purchase. Repeated twenty times over. He wondered again whether Jacque planned the whole operation. Maybe even planted the seeds of coup to start with.
But the more harrowing question came as he powered up the OS and logged in with his Legion ID.
If Jacque did plan the coup. If he did escalate the tension. If he was captured on purpose. Did Jay care? And if so. What was he going to do about it? Confront Danjou? Force him to admit to the crimes? What then? LP would be in chaos. And Sierra Leone would fall back into worse conditions than it was when they arrived.
But complacency from a lack of better options didn't sit well on Jay's shoulders. He joined LP because he believed in their mission - and they kicked ass at the same time. Was that still the case?
Natalie would think they were monsters if she knew what was happening. If she was still alive.
---
The suit breathed well. The head gear shaded his eyes. The weight was substantial but nothing he couldn't handle - especially with a healed up knee.
He waited alongside Vanders to arrive back on shore. The city was quiet so far. But all that was about to change. Katlego was still out there for instance. And a familiar mix of nerves and excitement stirred in his gut.
"Suppose we are off to rescue the Damsel in Distress. This might be fun." He said, smirking at Vanders. "So if you're the resident Mage, what am I?"
Only darkness shows you the light.