Re: Prologue: New Beginnings
David understands Shik’s caution but tells the Vorox, “While on nearly every other world, I would follow your suggestion. If the letters from home are true things in the city have gotten worst then they were three years ago.” He taps Shik’s Muster insignia, “That makes you a target for the Pagan soldiery.”
He holds his breath for a few moments while the door opens so the first breath he takes of his homeworld isn’t coated in fuel vapors. The Ensign waits until the squeal of the ramp lowering ends before telling the group, “Welcome to Londynium spaceport. Captain, your arranged transport is in Bay 94A.” The rest of the officers look out the open hatchway to confirm the they are on the ground before moving off to take care of their platoons/orders while the captain moves off towards Bay 94A. David follows the captain out of the ship and picks up his tour guide routine, “Londynium is a great place to visit with magic lantern shows and great shopping but its not so much a place to stay at the current time. About five or six years ago, Duke William Rochfort Hawkwood went, in my opinion, insane. He declared that the previous rulers of this fief were too lax in their enforcement of proper religious devotions. In comes the Inquisition and according to the church killed two million three hundred thousand people, later on pressure from the nobility and others caused Holy Terra to censure the Duke for the atrocities. I personally believe the other estimates which put the dead at twice that number.” He alters his course so they are heading to the pickup/flitter area and so they don’t go near a group of mercenaries, private or muster unknown, wearing a sigil of a Hawkwood Lion surrounded by a flaming jumpgate cross. “Forest Pagans decided to strike back at both the church and the Duke so Londynium is a happening place for them. I should know my hospital treats 5 times as many people in this city as in the capital of this world Llanfyrth. Depending on what street you go down, you could have smooth sailing, you could find yourself fleeing Muster mercs out of control or you could be in need of Sanctuary Aeon healers so your body is in one piece again. Or simply a combination of the three, walk down the street to a friend’s house than be forced flee a Muster brute-cart or skimmer then take shelter in a place the Pagans have targeted with a bomb.”
He is about to start another sentence when he notices a group of around 30 people in cloth garments with Muster chains on their wrists being led by a small group of guards towards an pockmarked wall. He picks up some speed and puts some distance between his group and that group before the sounds of automatic rifles firing off 3-round bursts echo through the spaceport and reach the group. He squeezes his fist until his nails cause pain to shakes off the memory threatening to overwhelm him. He continues after a number of moments, “I would give you a tour of my medical center in town, finest in Tloth if I do say so myself,” in a brittle voice, but he soon finds his inner calm and recovers himself so there is no shutter when he says ”but I think it would be best if we got out of this territory as fast as possible.”
David spots the livery of his family being worn by an ancient man and makes as much of a beeline as he can. It takes him a moment to recognize the man, “Mister Greves, You are looking positively old. You didn’t find some of those longevity treatments the nobles of Byanztine Secondus are raving about did you?” The old man replies in a booming laugh then when he recovers himself enough that he can speak again he replies with a deep voice you would expect from a 6’5 barrel chest and is very proper, “Greetings Sir David, your brother the Baron felt it was only proper to send the flitter along with a proper pilot, myself, to transport his gloriously returning brother home. So if you and your guests don’t mind getting on board.” He motions to a Krusier Air Yacht, “We can be on our way back to Rangor where we don't have to worry about if we are going to be blown up.” David bows his head in respect to Greves before carrying his duffle bag with all of his gear and collected memories on the vehicle and grabbing a seat.
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