Roania
10-11-2003, 07:40
The man looked like any other man in this crowded city. Of average height and build, with blue eyes and blond hair, he would have passed inspection in Roania, or, indeed, any country of Teutonic descent. Thus, it's rather amazing that he was picked out of the crowd from a distance, and shot through the head, with out his attacker even seeing his face.
Yet, he was the right target. Matthew Walker, exile from Roania, and member of the banned political organisation The Roanian Socialist Party. The citizens around him, in this, the largest city in the Holy Latin Empire, became spooked.
For no reason. The Talon, having fulfilled his mission, had left the scene.
Standing again at average height and weight, The Talon of the Prince, member of the RIAS and graduate of the Mentat school wouldn't be noticed. Slightly handsome, he was nevertheless avoided. Because when you looked into his eyes, nothing human looked back. His mission was all important. He had no feelings other than satisfaction ((At a job well done)) and rage ((at a job failed)).
Even his rage, however, was icy and calculated, the rage that drives Dictators, not the mindless rage of a thug. He was a man of no extremes. It was unknown exactly why he was the way he was (as so far, not even Roanian brainwashing was that succesful), but his associates respected him.
All these thoughts ran through the head of the RIAS General, James Gray, brother of the predescessor, Dean Gray. He coughed. "Report, Talon."
"Mission accomplished. No collateral damage." The Talon spoke as if the military term actually meant something.
"I see. Excellent. Tell me, what do you know of Steel Butterfly?"
"Nation in the Orion Sector, sir. Run by Emperor Nemerov. Founded appro"
James stopped him. "Yes, yes. I want you to go there. Report to Nemerov. Apparently, they're having some trouble..."
Yet, he was the right target. Matthew Walker, exile from Roania, and member of the banned political organisation The Roanian Socialist Party. The citizens around him, in this, the largest city in the Holy Latin Empire, became spooked.
For no reason. The Talon, having fulfilled his mission, had left the scene.
Standing again at average height and weight, The Talon of the Prince, member of the RIAS and graduate of the Mentat school wouldn't be noticed. Slightly handsome, he was nevertheless avoided. Because when you looked into his eyes, nothing human looked back. His mission was all important. He had no feelings other than satisfaction ((At a job well done)) and rage ((at a job failed)).
Even his rage, however, was icy and calculated, the rage that drives Dictators, not the mindless rage of a thug. He was a man of no extremes. It was unknown exactly why he was the way he was (as so far, not even Roanian brainwashing was that succesful), but his associates respected him.
All these thoughts ran through the head of the RIAS General, James Gray, brother of the predescessor, Dean Gray. He coughed. "Report, Talon."
"Mission accomplished. No collateral damage." The Talon spoke as if the military term actually meant something.
"I see. Excellent. Tell me, what do you know of Steel Butterfly?"
"Nation in the Orion Sector, sir. Run by Emperor Nemerov. Founded appro"
James stopped him. "Yes, yes. I want you to go there. Report to Nemerov. Apparently, they're having some trouble..."