December 28th
Area 11, Britannian Military Base
08:37 AM
A most unusual arrival, a ship bringing something out of the pit of hell from where none return. The only reason to extract one who hadn't paid their sentence was because they could offer something of greater value than their penance. Such was the case for the new arrival, after the... Situation in area 12 had collapsed and the Gran Cher's had been retired prematurely people within the structure of Britannia began looking for alternate solutions to its greatest issue.
And one happened to be something they had seen the 'unnamed potential adversary' struggle against, a small pretense but all one needed for political protection. A machine that functioned in space while also maintaining function in orbit, both boxes were checked by the thing in that Caerleon that was preparing to dock. There was but one issue, a report of it moving independently even speaking. So several Sutherlands stood at the ready in case an attempt was made to try something funny but without humor.
Of course that was not the only thing transported, the other thing that came out of hell had been given a, well guarded, room without view. A cell in function but far from one in form, a comfortable bed and couch were there from the short ride from Arzenal to Area 11. On top of that two things had been waiting for James inside the room, a one piece pilot suit more in line with his new employers perhaps unfortunately aesthetically suited to Dolores' design and the other a stack of papers including a passport representative of his new trial stature as a Honorary Britannian as 'thanks for accepting the job' but beyond that being mostly about the etiquette expected of him during this trial period.
Of course, the thing he was sent in here with were orders to get ready and change into the proper attire to meet those on site. Now, four hours since their departure there was not a knock before his door opened. The Britannian official who had made him the offer and welcomed him stood in the opening.
"It is time Private Carter, do not keep the Viceroy waiting."
The task at hand was simple enough in a sense, a custom detailed on the first page of the instructions provided so that he could not miss them.
Whenever a new machine entered service in Britannia it was to perform the salute of its military before the Pilot departed it to meet their superior and now, as they entered the appropriate place. Not messing that up was key to his continued job security.
Which left things in the hanger the ship came into moments later, the Caerleon docking calmly before opening its hangar. A blonde woman surrounded by knights and the 'extra security detail' in case the Orbital Frame did anything out of the ordinary. Viceroy Eleanor la Britannia silently waited for the usual song and dance to begin.
Area 11, Britannian Military Base
08:37 AM
A most unusual arrival, a ship bringing something out of the pit of hell from where none return. The only reason to extract one who hadn't paid their sentence was because they could offer something of greater value than their penance. Such was the case for the new arrival, after the... Situation in area 12 had collapsed and the Gran Cher's had been retired prematurely people within the structure of Britannia began looking for alternate solutions to its greatest issue.
And one happened to be something they had seen the 'unnamed potential adversary' struggle against, a small pretense but all one needed for political protection. A machine that functioned in space while also maintaining function in orbit, both boxes were checked by the thing in that Caerleon that was preparing to dock. There was but one issue, a report of it moving independently even speaking. So several Sutherlands stood at the ready in case an attempt was made to try something funny but without humor.
Of course that was not the only thing transported, the other thing that came out of hell had been given a, well guarded, room without view. A cell in function but far from one in form, a comfortable bed and couch were there from the short ride from Arzenal to Area 11. On top of that two things had been waiting for James inside the room, a one piece pilot suit more in line with his new employers perhaps unfortunately aesthetically suited to Dolores' design and the other a stack of papers including a passport representative of his new trial stature as a Honorary Britannian as 'thanks for accepting the job' but beyond that being mostly about the etiquette expected of him during this trial period.
Of course, the thing he was sent in here with were orders to get ready and change into the proper attire to meet those on site. Now, four hours since their departure there was not a knock before his door opened. The Britannian official who had made him the offer and welcomed him stood in the opening.
"It is time Private Carter, do not keep the Viceroy waiting."
The task at hand was simple enough in a sense, a custom detailed on the first page of the instructions provided so that he could not miss them.
Whenever a new machine entered service in Britannia it was to perform the salute of its military before the Pilot departed it to meet their superior and now, as they entered the appropriate place. Not messing that up was key to his continued job security.
Which left things in the hanger the ship came into moments later, the Caerleon docking calmly before opening its hangar. A blonde woman surrounded by knights and the 'extra security detail' in case the Orbital Frame did anything out of the ordinary. Viceroy Eleanor la Britannia silently waited for the usual song and dance to begin.
