The Acolyte

[Agent S]

The Acolyte

Anastasia felt awkward having to make a report to a floating picture, much less, be given orders by it. " He said High Commander Galanis will do for our contact. Mentions respect and manners are very dear to him. Threatens that he doesn't want to show up again, and waltz his pomp tusk out." She stood in silence as the Crayter duel phoenix flickered in the air with a buzz. "Concerning, this new Executor seems to lack the things he holds dear to him, probably missing his predecessor. His message is clear though, and we can work with it. What action did the guard take?" "He loved to talk so much he explained himself before they could shoot." "Shoot first, listen later Acolyte." "Understood." "A contingency is in order, the commanding officer has thermite charges in case of this. They are to be placed on the mechanisms opening the dock doors, as well as life support systems." "What about us?" "You will most likely already be dead when it's activated. You will be avenged. For those we left behind." "For those we left behind." The transponder turned off leaving Anastasia in a completely dark room as the small insignia shrunk to nothing. She padded down her uniform with dust settling the floor like fog. As she stepped out of the room she was met with more dust into the Crayterian Embassy upon the Deterrence Sanctum.

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A large Rapid and Response Officer in power armor towered in front of Anastasia holding a Purifier MK1. "So? What'd he do to piss them off this time?" "The Agent never says, just new orders as always." "Those demands are?" "I need that thermite you have, and shoot him first next time." "Now we're talking!" "We'll all be dead already if he sets it off so you don't get to see it this time" "Ah, something to help me sleep at night. You'll have what you need later, right now ain't good." The officer looked towards the front door of the embassy where 4 guards stood at attention on both sides of the would be doors. Corsairs traversing the hallway peering in with smears like vipers. The regular office workers of the embassy where stressfully cleaning up the place after being threatened by the sanctums Executor.

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"It can wait. I have to scout the positions and patrols. He seemed to be particular on how he wants them to suffer. Return at your leisure Trevor" "Yes ma'am." The Acolyte saluted to tell others that he was above her as he turned away with stomps of his power suit. She sat at her desk paused to let the moment stream onto her like water. With a deep breath she sat up and returned to her cover operation of a pretty desk jockey.