Random Kingdom
05-10-2005, 21:38
OOC: This is a sequel to the series of incidents that began with the Farmina-Random Kingdom War, especially the Exodus (It is legend that Acoran Smith I commanded a mass exodus of RK citizens from under the secret services' noses).
Subtitled RKG as it is a RP/story/incident involving the RK government. (All space project happenings are usually given the designation of RKSP)
IC: Acoran jumped onto the sofa. "So, tell me why you wanted to see me."
It was rare that he ever got visitors in his penthouse at the top floor of the central spire. No-one was ever allowed past the tenth floor without clearance. The man in front of him, however, was determined to get the Human Representative's attention. He even appealed to Acoran's colleague, Aztor, the Nonhuman/Ceverian (Geckoid is now generally seen as a racial slur, as the race have apparently transcended the gecko class they originated from) Representative, and wrote three letters to the office.
But instead of talking, the man produced a small chest, and a key. Acoran had seen the chest before, but not the key.
"Open it," the mysterious man commanded. Acoran felt taken aback, he was the man's superior, but a sudden memory removed all resistance from the man. He took the chest, and unlocked it.
Inside was a photo of his father, the late Acoran I, with a blonde twelve-year old image of himself smiling into the fedora-wearing orphan of forty-two.
"Please leave," the middle-aged politician muttered, his voice suddenly smothered in sadness, "I wish to appraise this... alone."
The man disappeared into the lobby, and Acoran quickly shut and locked the door. He solemnly marched into his study, and sat in his reading-chair, placing the chest on the marble desk.
Taking the photo out of the casket and flipping it, he noticed a small envelope glued in place. It was addressed to him.
Carefully unfolding the tab and taking the parchment out, he was horrified to find that it was a letter from his late father. And that was when he remembered where he had seen the chest before.
It was dropped by his father back in the attic almost thirty years ago, when he was assassinated. He took it with him, but never found the key. And his father's dying words:
"Look after this trinket for me, someday it will be unlocked, and the great secret within will be yours to know."
Acoran looked upwards and sighed. That day was today.
Subtitled RKG as it is a RP/story/incident involving the RK government. (All space project happenings are usually given the designation of RKSP)
IC: Acoran jumped onto the sofa. "So, tell me why you wanted to see me."
It was rare that he ever got visitors in his penthouse at the top floor of the central spire. No-one was ever allowed past the tenth floor without clearance. The man in front of him, however, was determined to get the Human Representative's attention. He even appealed to Acoran's colleague, Aztor, the Nonhuman/Ceverian (Geckoid is now generally seen as a racial slur, as the race have apparently transcended the gecko class they originated from) Representative, and wrote three letters to the office.
But instead of talking, the man produced a small chest, and a key. Acoran had seen the chest before, but not the key.
"Open it," the mysterious man commanded. Acoran felt taken aback, he was the man's superior, but a sudden memory removed all resistance from the man. He took the chest, and unlocked it.
Inside was a photo of his father, the late Acoran I, with a blonde twelve-year old image of himself smiling into the fedora-wearing orphan of forty-two.
"Please leave," the middle-aged politician muttered, his voice suddenly smothered in sadness, "I wish to appraise this... alone."
The man disappeared into the lobby, and Acoran quickly shut and locked the door. He solemnly marched into his study, and sat in his reading-chair, placing the chest on the marble desk.
Taking the photo out of the casket and flipping it, he noticed a small envelope glued in place. It was addressed to him.
Carefully unfolding the tab and taking the parchment out, he was horrified to find that it was a letter from his late father. And that was when he remembered where he had seen the chest before.
It was dropped by his father back in the attic almost thirty years ago, when he was assassinated. He took it with him, but never found the key. And his father's dying words:
"Look after this trinket for me, someday it will be unlocked, and the great secret within will be yours to know."
Acoran looked upwards and sighed. That day was today.