The Rogue Officer

[Neronian]

The ancient and visibly antique Console lay dormant as the tall Ex-BAF Officer walked towards it. It was not until he reached for a switch that it arose from the dead, it's light gleaming and clear. Yet another surprise was not the best for the man's already tense heart, and he let out an audible yell as he stepped back, the Comm's static auto-tuning away. A few moments later, a soothing and charismatic voice rang through the room, a soft organ choir playing in the background.

"Greetings Young Ones. I trust you are doing well." A strong cough came through, and the mysterious stranger continued after clearing his throat. "Welcome To Initiation. You have gone through the Trials, and served your Sires honorably. Throughout your diligent work and service, You have seen the True Sirius, filled with it's Vices and Shadows, as well as it's Virtues and Graces. You have served under the most honorable of men, Fighting so that others do not Have to. Now, it is your time. You shall undertake the Sacred Oath, uphold our Code, and Fight to preserve the Morals of Civilization. A grave danger is upon us, and it shall be your duty to protect our Majestic Order, or else, all hope shall be lost. Now, Come Fort-"

The console let out a loud squeal, and returned to static. Another form had come up from below, hearing the ambiguous speech, and was smirking across the room to his close companion. "Sounds Interesting, No? The Plot Thickens Yet Again..."

He raised his brow as the static died off yet again, though now not entirely. The voice that rang through this time was not the same calming and energetic voice as before, but one of an elderly and ailing stranger, one who refuses to pass on from the realm of the living. "Hello Young Ones... My Name is Matthew Festing... We have Much to Discuss."

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