The Return (IC/OPEN)

[Mincaldenteans]

"Who were those soldiers I wonder, the GEE?" Cymitia inquired, struggling to her feet. Finally standing upright, she shook visibly, struggling to keep herself standing but finding the strength to do so for the time, stumbling over and standing beside Hunter as she peeked out at the scene. "What are they saying?" she wondered aloud, noticing that the HGV men had not simply shot George on sight but instead appeared to be conversing with him.

"Dunno, whoever they're holding captive though, why does he look familiar?" Hunter asked, the distance they kept made details a hard thing to ascertain. He sighed, "As much as I don't want to do this, maybe getting through them instead of around will get us to sanctuary faster." He chucked the uniform jacket he wore and purposely untucked his undershirt, giving a more casual look. Pulling the pant legs that were tucked in his boots, he let it flow freely as it fell and covered his shoes, further softening the look he previously presented. He tossed the hat, but Butters had seemed to take an interest in it and took a bite of it and kept it with him.

He shook his head, "Weird animal. Come on babe, I got'cha," he said, arms around her once more to prevent her from falling.

[Lancearc]

"Who were those soldiers I wonder, the GEE?" Cymitia inquired, struggling to her feet. Finally standing upright, she shook visibly, struggling to keep herself standing but finding the strength to do so for the time, stumbling over and standing beside Hunter as she peeked out at the scene. "What are they saying?" she wondered aloud, noticing that the HGV men had not simply shot George on sight but instead appeared to be conversing with him.

"Dunno, whoever they're holding captive though, why does he look familiar?" Hunter asked, the distance they kept made details a hard thing to ascertain. He sighed, "As much as I don't want to do this, maybe getting through them instead of around will get us to sanctuary faster." He chucked the uniform jacket he wore and purposely untucked his undershirt, giving a more casual look. Pulling the pant legs that were tucked in his boots, he let it flow freely as it fell and covered his shoes, further softening the look he previously presented. He tossed the hat, but Butters had seemed to take an interest in it and took a bite of it and kept it with him.

He shook his head, "Weird animal. Come on babe, I got'cha," he said, arms around her once more to prevent her from falling.

Cymitia nodded, letting him support her once again. "If we plan to get through them, George has my gun right now." she said as they hobbled into sight of the red uniforms confronting George down the street, Butters following behind the two people that he had taken a liking to. The GEE soldiers had long since departed along with the HGV men's leader, leaving them a bit outnumbered. When the HGV men spotted Cymitia, most of them turned their weapons on her. "You there! Hand her over and you and your friend can go!" the soldier shouted, glaring towards the man supporting their injured prisoner.

[Mincaldenteans]

Cymitia nodded, letting him support her once again. "If we plan to get through them, George has my gun right now." she said as they hobbled into sight of the red uniforms confronting George down the street, Butters following behind the two people that he had taken a liking to. The GEE soldiers had long since departed along with the HGV men's leader, leaving them a bit outnumbered. When the HGV men spotted Cymitia, most of them turned their weapons on her. "You there! Hand her over and you and your friend can go!" the soldier shouted, glaring towards the man supporting their injured prisoner.

"Keep this knife, I'll be damned if they take us without a fight," Hunter whispered as he slipped the knife into her hands discreetly. He shook his head toward the HGV, "She's mine to deal with. My boss bids that I return her to his," he made a purposeful sneer, "Care. She tried to escape from us, but I have to return her back or its my head on the line. Trust me, by tonight she won't be alive."

[Lancearc]

Cymitia nodded, letting him support her once again. "If we plan to get through them, George has my gun right now." she said as they hobbled into sight of the red uniforms confronting George down the street, Butters following behind the two people that he had taken a liking to. The GEE soldiers had long since departed along with the HGV men's leader, leaving them a bit outnumbered. When the HGV men spotted Cymitia, most of them turned their weapons on her. "You there! Hand her over and you and your friend can go!" the soldier shouted, glaring towards the man supporting their injured prisoner.

"Keep this knife, I'll be damned if they take us without a fight," Hunter whispered as he slipped the knife into her hands discreetly. He shook his head toward the HGV, "She's mine to deal with. My boss bids that I return her to his," he made a purposeful sneer, "Care. She tried to escape from us, but I have to return her back or its my head on the line. Trust me, by tonight she won't be alive."

Cymitia took the knife with another silent nod, being sure to tuck it away out of sight as they approached the HGV soldiers that had already set their sights on the duo--her specifically, it seemed. Hunter had come up with a good story, she thought, likely enough to get her through she'd hoped. The HGV men seemed to be glancing silently amongst themselves before the one who had spoken retorted. "And who might this boss be? Someone we've heard of?" he asked, lowering his weapon slightly.

[Mincaldenteans]

Cymitia took the knife with another silent nod, being sure to tuck it away out of sight as they approached the HGV soldiers that had already set their sights on the duo--her specifically, it seemed. Hunter had come up with a good story, she thought, likely enough to get her through she'd hoped. The HGV men seemed to be glancing silently amongst themselves before the one who had spoken retorted. "And who might this boss be? Someone we've heard of?" he asked, lowering his weapon slightly.

"Nah," Hunter said casually, "He prefers to keep a low profile, something about media or some dumbass shit like that. And I get to be stuck doing all the dirty work, especially bringing back filth like that one," he thumbed back toward her. He noticed Butters hadn't appeared, instead the creature had slipped past and he wondered where it may have gone. "Any way, man, I gotta get her back. You guys know a shortcut I could take, I was suppose to have her back an hour ago, bitch fought me something fierce."

[Lancearc]

Cymitia took the knife with another silent nod, being sure to tuck it away out of sight as they approached the HGV soldiers that had already set their sights on the duo--her specifically, it seemed. Hunter had come up with a good story, she thought, likely enough to get her through she'd hoped. The HGV men seemed to be glancing silently amongst themselves before the one who had spoken retorted. "And who might this boss be? Someone we've heard of?" he asked, lowering his weapon slightly.

"Nah," Hunter said casually, "He prefers to keep a low profile, something about media or some dumbass shit like that. And I get to be stuck doing all the dirty work, especially bringing back filth like that one," he thumbed back toward her. He noticed Butters hadn't appeared, instead the creature had slipped past and he wondered where it may have gone. "Any way, man, I gotta get her back. You guys know a shortcut I could take, I was suppose to have her back an hour ago, bitch fought me something fierce."

"She's certainly...energetic." the HGV trooper said, stepping forward and gazing down at her, Cymitia shooting a glare right back at the man. "Very entertaining for the men though. We can appreciate a low profile, we'll take her off your hands and your employer won't have to worry about anyone affiliating another death with him." the man said, nodding as he slung his rifle over his shoulder.

[Mincaldenteans]

"She's certainly...energetic." the HGV trooper said, stepping forward and gazing down at her, Cymitia shooting a glare right back at the man. "Very entertaining for the men though. We can appreciate a low profile, we'll take her off your hands and your employer won't have to worry about anyone affiliating another death with him." the man said, nodding as he slung his rifle over his shoulder.

"What? And cost my head? He's gonna kill me if I don't bring her back! Apparently its his favorite. Come on, do me a solid yeah? I'll even let him know the fellow HGV are willing to... dispose of filth like them on his behalf when he's done; and he'd pay a handsome fee to keep his hands 'clean'." He noticed George, who stood close but his weapon were laid low, and Hunter hoped he'd be able to draw at a moment's notice.

[Lancearc]

"She's certainly...energetic." the HGV trooper said, stepping forward and gazing down at her, Cymitia shooting a glare right back at the man. "Very entertaining for the men though. We can appreciate a low profile, we'll take her off your hands and your employer won't have to worry about anyone affiliating another death with him." the man said, nodding as he slung his rifle over his shoulder.

"What? And cost my head? He's gonna kill me if I don't bring her back! Apparently its his favorite. Come on, do me a solid yeah? I'll even let him know the fellow HGV are willing to... dispose of filth like them on his behalf when he's done; and he'd pay a handsome fee to keep his hands 'clean'." He noticed George, who stood close but his weapon were laid low, and Hunter hoped he'd be able to draw at a moment's notice.

The men once again glanced about at each other, apparently conveying some kind of silent thoughts on the situation between one another. The speaker nodded once again, stepping aside. "Fine. We'll let you take her to wherever, but make sure your pal contacts us soon, we can use all the help we can get as soon as we can get it. You're welcome back at the prison any time, hot stuff. I'm sure Dmitri would love to hear from you." the man chuckled down at Cym, who only looked away with a furious frown.

Once they were out of sight of the men, who'd let them pass without any further incident and been on their way, she vented her anger only to keep herself from breaking down. "Fucking creeps, thinking they can talk to me that way! I'll crucify everyone in that fucking camp!" were among her exclamations, others going into rather colorful detail explaining torture methods she thought up on the spot and the likes. Butters, meanwhile, emerged from a nearby building, having gone past the confrontation earlier through some means.

[Mincaldenteans]

The men once again glanced about at each other, apparently conveying some kind of silent thoughts on the situation between one another. The speaker nodded once again, stepping aside. "Fine. We'll let you take her to wherever, but make sure your pal contacts us soon, we can use all the help we can get as soon as we can get it. You're welcome back at the prison any time, hot stuff. I'm sure Dmitri would love to hear from you." the man chuckled down at Cym, who only looked away with a furious frown.

Once they were out of sight of the men, who'd let them pass without any further incident and been on their way, she vented her anger only to keep herself from breaking down. "Fucking creeps, thinking they can talk to me that way! I'll crucify everyone in that fucking camp!" were among her exclamations, others going into rather colorful detail explaining torture methods she thought up on the spot and the likes. Butters, meanwhile, emerged from a nearby building, having gone past the confrontation earlier through some means.

"That's the plan," Hunter said darkly, confirming his own thoughts to that death camp. When Butters had emerged, he glowered at the animal, "Some help you were, pal."

It ignored him, only following them when it was time to resume their trek to the sanctuary. "Once you're up and ready, we'll join up and level that place. Til then, let's just focus on getting you healed up, yeah?"

[Lancearc]

The men once again glanced about at each other, apparently conveying some kind of silent thoughts on the situation between one another. The speaker nodded once again, stepping aside. "Fine. We'll let you take her to wherever, but make sure your pal contacts us soon, we can use all the help we can get as soon as we can get it. You're welcome back at the prison any time, hot stuff. I'm sure Dmitri would love to hear from you." the man chuckled down at Cym, who only looked away with a furious frown.

Once they were out of sight of the men, who'd let them pass without any further incident and been on their way, she vented her anger only to keep herself from breaking down. "Fucking creeps, thinking they can talk to me that way! I'll crucify everyone in that fucking camp!" were among her exclamations, others going into rather colorful detail explaining torture methods she thought up on the spot and the likes. Butters, meanwhile, emerged from a nearby building, having gone past the confrontation earlier through some means.

"That's the plan," Hunter said darkly, confirming his own thoughts to that death camp. When Butters had emerged, he glowered at the animal, "Some help you were, pal."

It ignored him, only following them when it was time to resume their trek to the sanctuary. "Once you're up and ready, we'll join up and level that place. Til then, let's just focus on getting you healed up, yeah?"

Cymitia nodded, pushing aside whatever thoughts the man's comments had brought up and hoping Hunter or anyone else inquired further as to the happenings during her imprisonment. "And you will be where? Not out here getting yourself killed, I hope. I'm sure Pleaos will be delighted to see you." Cymitia said with a quick nod.

[Mincaldenteans]

Cymitia nodded, pushing aside whatever thoughts the man's comments had brought up and hoping Hunter or anyone else inquired further as to the happenings during her imprisonment. "And you will be where? Not out here getting yourself killed, I hope. I'm sure Pleaos will be delighted to see you." Cymitia said with a quick nod.

"Not leaving your side," Hunter nodded in affirmation. "It'll be nice to see Pleaos also... after that, we settle our score with the HGV."

[Lancearc]

Cymitia nodded, pushing aside whatever thoughts the man's comments had brought up and hoping Hunter or anyone else inquired further as to the happenings during her imprisonment. "And you will be where? Not out here getting yourself killed, I hope. I'm sure Pleaos will be delighted to see you." Cymitia said with a quick nod.

"Not leaving your side," Hunter nodded in affirmation. "It'll be nice to see Pleaos also... after that, we settle our score with the HGV."

Cymitia grinned slightly at his confirmation, comforted in the fact. The area around now looked very familiar, and she glanced over her shoulder to ensure that George was still following them. He was, and she returned her gaze to the surroundings before she realized Hunter was already guiding her towards the entrance of the sanctuary. The darkness overtook the trio, but only George could really tell, being the only Human. The cool air beneath the ground was next, and she felt like she was descending back into the underground dwellings of her original home.

The Nevidians downstairs had their eyes fixed on the staircase, including Pleaos. Everyone was aware now that there was a presence descending into the sanctuary, but thankfully it didn't seem hostile. When the old religious Nevidian noticed both Hunter and Cymitia making their way down, followed by a Human who struggled to feel his way in the dark. He found it odd that Hunter seemed to have very good vision in this place, while the other Human was having much more trouble finding his way. Pleaos pushed it aside for now as he hurried over as fast as the long robes he wore and his age would allow. "Hunter, what has happened to her?" the man inquired with his usual grandfatherly voice, though he already had an idea. Cymitia decided not to respond, already anticipating the rest she would be given now.

[Mincaldenteans]

Cymitia grinned slightly at his confirmation, comforted in the fact. The area around now looked very familiar, and she glanced over her shoulder to ensure that George was still following them. He was, and she returned her gaze to the surroundings before she realized Hunter was already guiding her towards the entrance of the sanctuary. The darkness overtook the trio, but only George could really tell, being the only Human. The cool air beneath the ground was next, and she felt like she was descending back into the underground dwellings of her original home.

The Nevidians downstairs had their eyes fixed on the staircase, including Pleaos. Everyone was aware now that there was a presence descending into the sanctuary, but thankfully it didn't seem hostile. When the old religious Nevidian noticed both Hunter and Cymitia making their way down, followed by a Human who struggled to feel his way in the dark. He found it odd that Hunter seemed to have very good vision in this place, while the other Human was having much more trouble finding his way. Pleaos pushed it aside for now as he hurried over as fast as the long robes he wore and his age would allow. "Hunter, what has happened to her?" the man inquired with his usual grandfatherly voice, though he already had an idea. Cymitia decided not to respond, already anticipating the rest she would be given now.

"A lot," Hunter replied, short on words suddenly. "Just please help her."

Pleaos nodded, clearly agitated at the sight of Cymitia's battered figure. He signaled for other aides to help him and with their help, they moved Cymitia to a bed and carried her off to another room. "Pleaos, this is George," He introduced and Pleaos extended his hand to the man.

"Welcome to the sanctuary," Pleaos greeted and looked to them both, "Though, fair say that you aren't the only human to be here on this day. We have other humans in our homes. Two have taken an interest in joining the rebellion."

"I didn't know you took sides, Pleaos."

"As rule, I'm not, we're not that kind of place," the old man said with a rueful smile, "I'm merely passing along the message."

[Altito Asmoro]

"Yes please." Anna replied to the man politely, looking at Connor and then back at the man who would be escorting her.
She had never met General Matthews, nor had she ever heard of him. Anna wondered what would she be asked to do. Craft chemical weapons? Most likely. Even though she is willing to do so for the sake of London, as she knows that life would be much better for the various citizens when the brutal and moronic HGV will be crushed and the GEE would take London over.

Gilang led her to the camp, or the place, where General Matthews was resides. His camp is in a good condition, with high security from the elite GEE officers and armed with state-of-the art technologies and weaponry.

"This is where we stop now, Ms. Collins. You go straight ahead, to the camp. I will wait here, Ms. Collins." said Gilang to Ms. Collins. The camp was not far, just a few steps and then she will arrived.

[Lancearc]

Cymitia didn't register much of what happened after she had been taken away by two strangers, only that she had been grateful and that she found it odd to not be supported by Hunter after having come so far with him. She found herself in an actual bed now, unlike she and Hunter's last visit where they'd slept on simple bedrolls. When she was beneath the blankets she could have fallen asleep instantly were it not for the pain that prevented her from doing so. Instead, she occupied her fine with glancing about this room at everyone else, injured or care taking.

The vorshaj seemed especially happy to be somewhere that resembled his home so closely, their companion lizard wandering around and inspecting everything while avoiding strangers.

[Vaxon]

Zachary, on the helicopter transport, continued waiting until they landed wherever he was to be interrogated.
He saw someone yelling for him down below, and just stared. He couldn't see the man from above, but he thought it might be the...HGV Commanding General.
Zach kept his mouth shut and continued waiting, as he didn't want to expose him, even if he was working with the GEE or rebels. Zach strongly believed in the code of honor.

[Mincaldenteans]

Cymitia didn't register much of what happened after she had been taken away by two strangers, only that she had been grateful and that she found it odd to not be supported by Hunter after having come so far with him. She found herself in an actual bed now, unlike she and Hunter's last visit where they'd slept on simple bedrolls. When she was beneath the blankets she could have fallen asleep instantly were it not for the pain that prevented her from doing so. Instead, she occupied her fine with glancing about this room at everyone else, injured or care taking.

The vorshaj seemed especially happy to be somewhere that resembled his home so closely, their companion lizard wandering around and inspecting everything while avoiding strangers.

Thelin had barely registered someone had come into the same room she was in. But she had turned around to see another Nevidian woman who looks in worse shape than she was. Not wanting to disturb her, Thelin remained quiet and thought of easier times both above and below this fair earth. Her nostalgic thoughts were hampered by worries of the present and the future. Though they seemed to come at an impasse on what to do and where to go, Thelin figured she'd stick with Mike until such time it was appropriate to part ways. When that was, she was not sure, humans had confusing customs and Thelin found it difficult enough to just get by with the simplest pleasantries with them. A vorshaj came stamping in, its tongue was hanging to one side and it hissed a melodic-like sound instead of the more defensive type she knew of. It was happy, or at least, that what Thelin always thought when they looked this... chipper. She smiled, moving hair behind her ears and she sat up quietly, so not to further disturbed her new roommate.

"A vorshaj," she said astonished. "How did you make it up here?"

[Lancearc]

Cymitia could see glancing around that there were others in the room, most of whom were injured from run-ins with the HGV or just feeling rather ill, as Nevidians didn't handle Human illnesses well in the same way the Human population wasn't used to Nevidian ailments. When Butters wandered in he seemed rather carefree, in stark contrast to the caution he'd displayed earlier, even approaching a few strangers. One in particular seemed to take an interest in the reptilian creature, a woman who appeared to be wounded to lesser extents than most, though still visibly. "His name is Butters...I'm glad to say I did not name him." Cymitia said, breaking in on her curiosity as to the Nevidian animal though not helping to answer her questions as to his origins.

---

The Sea Knight carrying Zach would eventually land to unload its troops, before it took off once again with three of its passengers still remaining to return to the GEE encampment. The three remaining troops stood, none among them having spoken to the man yet. "Alright asshole, come with us, we've got a place for you." one of them ordered as the ramp at the back of the large chopper opened slowly.

[Vaxon]

Cymitia could see glancing around that there were others in the room, most of whom were injured from run-ins with the HGV or just feeling rather ill, as Nevidians didn't handle Human illnesses well in the same way the Human population wasn't used to Nevidian ailments. When Butters wandered in he seemed rather carefree, in stark contrast to the caution he'd displayed earlier, even approaching a few strangers. One in particular seemed to take an interest in the reptilian creature, a woman who appeared to be wounded to lesser extents than most, though still visibly. "His name is Butters...I'm glad to say I did not name him." Cymitia said, breaking in on her curiosity as to the Nevidian animal though not helping to answer her questions as to his origins.

---

The Sea Knight carrying Zach would eventually land to unload its troops, before it took off once again with three of its passengers still remaining to return to the GEE encampment. The three remaining troops stood, none among them having spoken to the man yet. "Alright asshole, come with us, we've got a place for you." one of them ordered as the ramp at the back of the large chopper opened slowly.

Zachary looked at the soldier and stood. He continued to remain quiet, mute, not even the sound of his breathing could be heard.
Zach followed the GEE soldier after the helicopter finished opening it's ramp.

[Mincaldenteans]

Cymitia could see glancing around that there were others in the room, most of whom were injured from run-ins with the HGV or just feeling rather ill, as Nevidians didn't handle Human illnesses well in the same way the Human population wasn't used to Nevidian ailments. When Butters wandered in he seemed rather carefree, in stark contrast to the caution he'd displayed earlier, even approaching a few strangers. One in particular seemed to take an interest in the reptilian creature, a woman who appeared to be wounded to lesser extents than most, though still visibly. "His name is Butters...I'm glad to say I did not name him." Cymitia said, breaking in on her curiosity as to the Nevidian animal though not helping to answer her questions as to his origins.

“Who names a cute thing like this ‘Butters’,” Thelin said with a smirk and a scowl rolled into one. Though the vorshaj was friendly enough, a name like ‘Butters’ didn’t seem to fit. She shrugged in the end though, it wasn’t hers anyway.

After a period of silence, Butters had moved on from the room and Thelin decided she’d introduce herself. “I’m Thelin,” she said, turning her head to face the woman. The woman looked battered, and her own curiosity to find out urged her on. Unlike humans, Nevidians didn’t shy away from direct questions and answers. “How did you get those bruises?”

[Lancearc]

Cymitia could see glancing around that there were others in the room, most of whom were injured from run-ins with the HGV or just feeling rather ill, as Nevidians didn't handle Human illnesses well in the same way the Human population wasn't used to Nevidian ailments. When Butters wandered in he seemed rather carefree, in stark contrast to the caution he'd displayed earlier, even approaching a few strangers. One in particular seemed to take an interest in the reptilian creature, a woman who appeared to be wounded to lesser extents than most, though still visibly. "His name is Butters...I'm glad to say I did not name him." Cymitia said, breaking in on her curiosity as to the Nevidian animal though not helping to answer her questions as to his origins.

“Who names a cute thing like this ‘Butters’,” Thelin said with a smirk and a scowl rolled into one. Though the vorshaj was friendly enough, a name like ‘Butters’ didn’t seem to fit. She shrugged in the end though, it wasn’t hers anyway.

After a period of silence, Butters had moved on from the room and Thelin decided she’d introduce herself. “I’m Thelin,” she said, turning her head to face the woman. The woman looked battered, and her own curiosity to find out urged her on. Unlike humans, Nevidians didn’t shy away from direct questions and answers. “How did you get those bruises?”

"That would be that fool of a man in the other room." Cymitia answered with a grin, glancing towards the doorway somewhat as she did so. "But I guess he's my fool. I'm Cymitia." she introduced herself pleasantly, before the woman, Thelin, asked about her injuries. "I was...held in an HGV prison, for a time." she said, glancing down at her bruised form, though the worst of the bruises to her abdomen were hidden away. "I was captured when fighting, alongside the rebels." Cym explained without further hesitation.

[Mincaldenteans]

"That would be that fool of a man in the other room." Cymitia answered with a grin, glancing towards the doorway somewhat as she did so. "But I guess he's my fool. I'm Cymitia." she introduced herself pleasantly, before the woman, Thelin, asked about her injuries. "I was...held in an HGV prison, for a time." She said, glancing down at her bruised form, though the worst of the bruises to her abdomen were hidden away. "I was captured when fighting, alongside the rebels." Cym explained without further hesitation.

“You’re with the rebellion?” Thelin asked with piqued interest. “My friend, Mike, and I… we’re looking for a way out of London. We were hoping the rebellion or anyone else they may know could get us out of here. I used to own a shop, well, sort of took over. A couple of days ago the HGV came in ransacked the placed, I got this,” she indicated to her now pinkish face, “and a few other injuries for resisting. Mike saved me from them.”

[Lancearc]

"That would be that fool of a man in the other room." Cymitia answered with a grin, glancing towards the doorway somewhat as she did so. "But I guess he's my fool. I'm Cymitia." she introduced herself pleasantly, before the woman, Thelin, asked about her injuries. "I was...held in an HGV prison, for a time." She said, glancing down at her bruised form, though the worst of the bruises to her abdomen were hidden away. "I was captured when fighting, alongside the rebels." Cym explained without further hesitation.

“You’re with the rebellion?” Thelin asked with piqued interest. “My friend, Mike, and I… we’re looking for a way out of London. We were hoping the rebellion or anyone else they may know could get us out of here. I used to own a shop, well, sort of took over. A couple of days ago the HGV came in ransacked the placed, I got this,” she indicated to her now pinkish face, “and a few other injuries for resisting. Mike saved me from them.”

"I'm sure we can help you." Cymitia said with a small grin. "Hunter and I, we've been on the outside, inside the borders of the empire out there, it is a wonderful place, the people were friendly despite race. Though we can probably find you and your friend a safer way to get out." she said hopefully. "I'm not sure if the rebels are just letting people through their gates but we saw helicopters, we think from the armies outside, perhaps we could even reach them and see if they are accepting refugees..." Cymitia pondered curiously.

[Lancearc]

The GEE men had taken Zach to a kind of makeshift cell, sturdy enough with two guards posted on the outside at all times. He'd been told that the general would be by to question him soon, though currently General Matthews had his own schedule to see to, most important being to meet this Anna Collins he'd heard so much about.

Anna had been escorted to General Matthews' tent, Connor having gone off to find rest for the moment. The general greeted her with a nod as she entered, though he certainly wasn't the friendliest of characters he did try to be pleasant. "It's good to meet you Miss Collins, our rebel friends on the inside have told me all about you and your skills." the general greeted, motioning for her to take a seat across from him.

[Eaglleia]

William walked through the streets of HGV-controlled London. Nowadays, everything felt a mess. Not that it had not been before the rebellion moved into the city, but all the same, it was getting more annoying with London split in two. In any case, his house was inside the territory held by the HGV, though not particularly deep inside. Fortunately, most of the fools in the HGV or of like mindset barely threw a second glance his way, assuming him to be a human like them. They wouldn't be wrong to do so either, though most of them would probably spit blood if they learned that he was half Nevidian as well. Like the former owner of his current residence, who had taken to calling him "the mutt", and has decided to try and threaten and cheat him. He'd had the audacity to join together with some other racist idiot living in the same residence and attempt to take what he wanted by force. A pity, too, that man had been blessed with some sense of business that allowed him to be one of the few who did better in post-depression London. His good sense of business would be doing him no good now, in any case. He supposed that place was his now. There were some others who lived there, who knew who and what he was, but they were sympathizers, as the HGV dubbed them, or traitors, as some others dubbed them, who would support the rebels if they could. A middle-aged pair reaching their elderly days. The Grand English Empire and the rebellion....such absurdity. No doubt they believed themselves just and righteous, but so would the Home Guard Volunteer. The GEE was a dictatorship by any definition, hardly the saviours of the world, and the rebellion had done more damage to the city and its common folk of both species than the HGV could, both damaging livelihoods and fueling hatred for their own race. Naivety, some would call it. Despite that, in some part of him, he felt the odd feeling that he should join them, fight for equality, but that would go against everything he'd thought. Still....it was his species-or one of. He pushed past a group of men who were cursing those "Nevidian vermin" and glared at him suspiciously as he went by-no doubt due to the unnaturally bright and stunning blue of his eyes. He'd always loved it as a extremely young child (but then, he'd loved a lot of things then, including that wreck of a woman who had been his mother) but nowadays, it caused him aught but trouble. But in any case, he passed them without trouble. He gave them a much harsher glare than any of them could seem to muster to their faces and grinded out "Move." And they did, maybe even thinking him to be one of theirs for all he knew. He let them keep whatever delusions they had, he saw no reason to announce his mixed-blood to the world.

Still, there were like groups all over the place, and not all the Nevidians had been so fortunate as to escape behind the rebel lines. If the HGV didn't get them, the militant groups on the street would. He'd never partaken in any kind of torture himself, though he'd done more than his fair share of killing since he'd lost his job after the economic crash, but these madmen, for the lack of a more apt word, relished it. Though in the more developed parts, the police forces and the like would put up a show of stopping it, in the more rundown areas of London, there were no authorities to do anything, and people did as they liked. Most Nevidians unlucky enough to be on this side of the city had already been picked up by the HGV or remained in hiding, but the unlucky and few who were foolish enough to get caught suffered greatly for their looks. Children, old men and women, adults and teenagers, it didn't matter. Not all of the humans were as such, of course, but to these extremists, age and gender made no difference, except for the one if they could rape their victims before they killed them or not. William tried to look on with apathy, but Razrel felt a simmering anger rising in him. He found it ironic that it was his Nevidian side which felt more emotion, or so it would seem, when he must have received most of his emotional side from that overly-emotional sot he'd called mother. It certainly couldn't be from his father, who'd left him and his mother before he was even born. My father, yes, he left me, they are of his race. But he'd never hated the Nevidians in general for what his father whose name he never knew had done, and he could not now. Though he wondered what would have happened if the Nevidians had not delayed so much, if they had arrived earlier, when humanity's civilization was at it's peak and it's world and people in a healthy state. Most like, they would have been accepted and integrated to society in due time and not persecuted as parasites. Bad timing however, had done them in. Another pair of the racists were on a side alley on the route he was going, this time, cornering a young girl-a Nevidian, of course who could be no more than ten, no doubt her parents were already killed. William thought I should move past. It is not my problem. However, the anger in Razrel had come to a boil, and he had different thoughts. The men were slobbish, and had most likely never been in a proper fight outside their bullying, apart from maybe a bar fight or two, while he was a trained killer. There were two, but one was fat and the other was small, and he had the element of surprise. He wanted to walk past, to leave it be, but the arguments he raised to himself against his own course of action were too convincing. There was no danger here. The fat one pulled out a hard wooden object, looking poised to beat the child. Cursing at his father and mother for leaving him with Nevidian blood, he spun around on his foot and approached the two.

As he'd thought, they were just a pair of street thugs. They never saw him coming. The fat one was dead with a single swing of his sword-he didn't use his guns, that would have been too loud-and the other reacted so slowly he could have killed him twice then and there. Had they been from the HGV, it may have ended differently. But they weren't, so it didn't. Though they were not the worst problem, much rather, it was the girl they'd been assaulting. He wasn't sure what to say, but knelt down to meet her eye level. She looked scared, but her face lighted up when she saw his blue eyes. Because I have blue eyes, she thinks i'm Nevidian? I should be glad the HGV isn't so quick to judge. "Are you alright?" He inquired. She nodded slowly, apparently not wanting to speak. "Where are your parents?" To this, she shook her head, leaving William to curse under his breath again. She'd been teary eyed when she'd shook her head. He'd have to take her back, though he was sure that the two that lived in the building with him would be happy to help her. It'd be getting her there that would be the problem. "Come with me." He instructed her. She clung to his arm. He wondered if he'd ever been such a child, to trust strangers who would kill people in front of her. Yes. He decided. Before mother went mad. Getting her there was easier than anticipated, and as he thought, the two were most welcoming to her, praising him for saving her. The two spoke to her, but managed to get no words out. After all, she was afraid. But in time, she let them lead her around and instruct her, the way she had him. She was too trusting, he thought.

William sat by the window, wondering what would happen if the HGV would decide to drop by. Fortunately, there was an easily hidden basement, but all the same it was most troubling. I should not have done that. He thought, but in truth, he was glad he had. In any case, he still had work to do, and headed back out. Some rich man who failed to grasp the situation around him had offered him a decent sum to fix his car, of all things. William headed out again, walking, since he himself had no car-he'd sold it some time back, during the depression. The roads were quiet this time.