A trembling hand covered in violet slowly traced away from a holo-screen as the sight of 'UPLOAD PROGESS' flashed across it's screen. Each bar in succession rose until the empty hold grew to full blue, notifiying its sender that the message had been fully sent. A painful cough escaped its sender's throat, sending a small patter of blood onto the screen, sending a cold still throughout the room.
Two men in white quickly moved towards the chair, one in medical necessities and the other in formal attire. The doctor placed an medical hypo into the senders neck, causing a painful roar throughtout the room as the drugs seeped through the paitents veins. The second man came around to the other side of the chair, keeping still as the painful cry subsided, "Mon Lord... Do you think it is wise to drain nearly all of our coffers for this act?.. The men might be ill..." Suddenly a clentched fist from the paitent slammed onto the console, cracking its screen beneath it.. "DO NOT QUESTION ME FROBEIGE!!" Several deep panting breaths are heard as the paitent slowly stood, causing Frobeige to step back and bow deeply.. "Mon apologies Lord Felanis... I was simply speaking on behalf of our troops.
A heavy hand reached out as the cloaked being known as Felanis rested it upon Legionnare Frobeige, making a heavy sigh before surveying the rest of the room. ""Jean.. I have not be forced to endure weeks of Cryosleep at a time in order to postpone my inevitable death for nothing... But I will not entrust anyone else to finish the final words of our Grand Lord Du Sable without the proper means..." Felanis turned and looked back to the blood splattered screen, raising a brow as a 'INCOMMING REPLY' flashed upon the screen. Reaching over with his tail, Felanis pressed upon the message icon, viewing it.. ""A motivator indeed..."
-"If we do not learn at least one thing a day....Our minds turn to stupor"- Kyle Sparrgrove -2005
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