Gatekeepers
Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2021 2:16 am
♅ 21st of Searing, Year 121, A.o.S ♅
Company: Natasha & fellow Reconciliators| Thoughts: This is inconceivable| Mood: Calm, Determined
Company: Natasha & fellow Reconciliators| Thoughts: This is inconceivable| Mood: Calm, Determined
♅ The hum of vehicles sounded through the streets as the convoy of Reconciliators speeded through the streets toward their destination. It had come to the Order's attention that someone is attempting to smuggle mages into Zaichaer. They wasted no time in mobilizing as Dreyfus was among the many chosen for this undertaking. More so he was picked so he could sniff them out easier.
The ride there was quiet, and all Dreyfus could think of was one question, why? Why would any mage who knew about Zaichaer and what it stood for want to sneak into the place, instead of out of it? He couldn't fathom the idea but regardless he would perform his duty to the fullest of the law.
He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts he hadn't noticed the other reconciliators looking at him, eyes full of many feelings and thoughts. Natasha, sitting at his left gave him a subtle nudge, Dreyfus turning his head to face her. She leaned into his ear, guiding her hair behind her ear as she whispered. "Maybe some words of encouragement, to rally them behind your leadership?"
That was right, this was his first instance of command, and it would be best not to waste this opportunity. For a moment he remembered when this assignment was handed to him by the brass.
- Standing at attention Dreyfus was called to his Senior Officer's office, Alistair Crowley. There he waited to be addressed as Alistair and several other officers conversed amongst themselves, some looking briefly at Dreyfus before turning back to the matter at hand. For what seemed like forever, Dreyfus just stood there, his mind trying to figure out what he had done to end up here, part of him believing this was the moment they consigned his death.
"You seem nervous, dont be, you are not in any trouble my young protege." Alistair spoke, a genuine smile on his features as the men he was speaking to gather up papers and files and began to exit the room. Alistair gestured for Drey to join to which the reconciliator complied.
"Allow me to begin by saying that I am proud of you Dreyfus. You have shown yourself to be an example of what a model mage should be. To face down a woman as powerful as Venetia Childs well..." he began, taking a sip of the water on his desk. "I dont know many men brave enough to face a threat like that head-on, and those in the top brass noticed that. No matter what anyone says, you shined that day. Had you died you would have been a martyr."
The words came in an earnest and heartfelt manner, well as much as he could muster anyway, and his eyes opened to look at the blonde man before him. Rising from the desk, Alistair came to lay a hand gently onto his shoulder which caused the wolf to turn and face him.
"Which is why I believe you would be the best one for this task." he continued, the smile on Alistair's face never fading, but the wolf believing there was more than just idle chatter he wished from him. The two reconciliation's exited the office and began a stroll to an area out of earshot, and the veteran reconciliator began to explain his intentions.
"It has come to the attention of the Order that mages are attempting to smuggle themselves into our great city, defiling it with even more foul magic. After much consideration and convincing on my part, you have been chosen to lead the investigation into the matter. I believe it's time you had a good taste of command."
Remembering that moment, Dreyfus opened his eyes, looking around the convoy at the reconciliators with him, then his eyes fell onto Alistair. He was here simply to observe, which made Dreyfus a bit on edge, as he didn't like having someone looking over his shoulders, but granted it was someone he knew, he would simply suffice.
"Treat this as a simple routine containment. We know they will be on this incoming airship, so keep your heads on a swivel. Just follow my lead and we will get this done and over with quickly." he instructed, Natasha chuckling a bit as she didn't really expect anything less from him.
Soon the vehicles had reached their destination. All and all 12 reconciliators exited all three convoys and Dreyfus quickly got to work. "I want four teams of three, one sharpshooter and warden in each group." he began looking around the airfield and pointing to the higher positions. "Each sharpshooter take up vantage points overlooking the docking area. The wardens setting up anchors and placing wards in order to shield Aether. we don't know what kind of magic these mages have so we can't take any chances. Make sure you set the correct parameters as to not cancel each other out."
With those instructions, the reconciliators got to work. Dreyfus could see a soldier of the Air Defense Force approaching, removing his hood so that he could look the private in his face. Nervous, he inquired after the nature of their arrival, to which Dreyfus handed him a piece of paper. "Take this to your commanding officer and bring them to me if you would be so kind. It's a matter of national security."
With a salute, the private went to deliver the message. ♅
"Common Speech"
"Silandris Speech"
"Self-Thoughts"
"Natasha Speech"