The Yellow Brick Road [ Coalition + Mollys & Perhaps Hessians ]

[Blodwyn O'Driscoll]

Dublin System, Arranmore, Arranmore Arm Pub.

Local Time: 14:00



The red-haired woman was daydreaming, sitting alone at a table, a hot dish and a pint of dark ale lying in front of her, both of which she barely touched.
Staring into space, she couldn't help but remembering the last week's night, again and again.
She sighed, paused and took a sip of her beer.
Usually, she would have already drank, at least, two pint of the dark liquid, or more like three.
And it was far worst when it came to eating, as she had skipped most of her lunch, the past week. She had even started to lose weight.
In fact there was only one thing she could think about, almost being obsessed with it. And this perticular thing was a man.
She sighed again, a blank look in her eyes.

She was drawn from her torpor by the sound of a buzz on the table. Raising her eyes, she saw the golden communicator left on the synth-wood, vibrating.
Hesitant, she wondered who was calling her. Was he calling her ?

Blodwyn picked her device, held it straight in front of her and did click on one the buttons.
She listened for a while, seemingly surprised of being called by that person. Coming to her senses, she proceeded to answer her interlocutor.
Dia duit ser McNally, oy do tank ye fer calling mae.
Aye, could ye tell d'guards on deh docks dhat Councillor O'Driscoll will welcome aour guest personally ? Oy'll be at deh docking bays in a few moinuts.
Tank ye again.
Slán leat.

The ginger haired woman took a large gulp of the black liquid, and stood from her chair putting it away.
Oy fear oy won't have d'toime tae finish mo meal fer oy mus' go, you can clear d'table whene'er ye want.
She said adressing to the bartender and the latter nodded at her.

The woman, then, picked up her handbag and left the tavern, still holding her communicator in her hand. Walking in the streets of Arranmore, she made it to the closest elevator she could find, Checking her communicator for new messages.





Dublin System, Arranmore, Docking bays.

Local Time: 14:14




Divided into two curved lines surrounding the gate, around twenty Arranmore guards were awaiting for the airlock to open, each one of holding some sort of human sized plexiglass shields, a blue light running around the edge of it.
They were lightly protected compared to the Coalition marines in their full armor, wearing only a simple helmet with a visor protecting the face and a protective vest.
The sergeant was listening to the orders displayed in his earpiece under his helmet.
The atmosphere was quite tense. Some of the guards were looking at each others and then back at the airlock, nervously.

At some point, the sergeant raised his hand and spoke loudly :

We're openin' teh gate, ready yesel', close ranks !

The guards complied, adopting a coherent formation alike a shield wall, with only their weapons and top of the helmet showing. Their shield went full blue, as they actived it, which were found to be some sort of energy field equipment.
Some laser canons mounted directly beneath the ceiling, pointed its barrel toward the gate.

The three airlocks' panels slided, each in its own way, revealing the Premier and his escort . As they stepped in, the sergeant lowered his hand and the soldiers did aswell with their weapons before turning off their shield.

The sergeant walked toward them to greet the newcomers in an almost perfect bretonian english :

I am sergeant O'Brien, welcome to Arranmore, ser.
Your host will be dhere in a moment.




Dublin System, Arranmore, Docking bays.

Local Time: 14:21




The Arranmore guards started to become seriously bored waiting since the airlock did slide shut, while the sergeant went back checking his earpiece, ignoring almost completly their guests.

Another safety airlock slid open, letting the red haired woman enter the docking bay. Blodwyn strode across the room, clad in an ecru high waisted dress and white, wedge-heeled sandals ornated with golden chains on its straps.
As she closed by, still checking her communicator, the sound of her gold necklace and ankle bracelet, tinkling, was clearly heard.

Facing the three foreigners, she put away her golden device in her handbag.
Raising her head back at them, she stared from top to bottom at the young man. Recognizing him, she carried on :

Dia duit... Preevyeet Premier Warner. Welcome on Arranmore. Oy wasnae expectin' ye so soon.