[Port Royale] Needing a favor

Posted on Thu Dec 20th, 2018 @ 2:05pm by Camila Le

1,317 words; about a 7 minute read

Mission: https://mystic-headquarters.mysticfans.com/index.php/sim/missions/id/21
Location: town of Gilamor, on the planet of Tryana
Timeline: TBD

"Have we not seen the darkness, Emissary?" asked the devoted follower and personal attache to Camila. The devoted follower stayed close by her side, as the navigated the town of Gilamor, on the planet of Tryana.

Camila spent most of her day in doors, at the old towns library, learning more and more about the folk lore of the Crescent, and the ancient one, known as Sephira. Her visions told her, this was the place she needed to be at this very moment. Camila was a Emissary for her people, but she was not prophesied. She was created in a genetic research lab.

From a young age, she learned what Amila had done to her at the cellular level. She had the ability to foresee the actions of Amila. She knew Amila raised her, and bread her to be a test pilot for a new body shell, she was creating for herself. Amila was already a powerful chieftain in the past, but thanks to the skills of Camila, she was able to secure victory, against the other tribal chief's, and appoint herself to the position of Emperor.

Amila wanted the perfect body. She wanted her natural abilities enhanced, beyond the vision, that Sephira had made for them. Amila was tempting fate, tempting her god to strike her down, or worse to return to them. Legend has it, that Sephira was a heartless god, doing all kinds of unholy experiments on their people.

And Camila was test pilot for Amila, sadly though Camila was not the perfect vessel, and she wanted the perfect vessel to come from her bloodline. So Amila turned to her daughter, and tried to have perfect vessel.

Amila learned of Camila's visions, when she was a young child. And exploited her to help win the war, against the other tribes. With victory secured, Camila felt that Amila had abandon her. She felt hurt and betrayed by the new empress. She did not realize it as a child, but in Amila's own selfish way, she rewarded Camila. She appointed her Prodigy of the Crescent and the Betrothed to her grandson. Amila believed the offspring of Camila and Orson, would be the perfect vessel for her. Amila gave Camila plenty of space. Even allowing her to go into self imposed exile.

"The dark time is coming. Have you ever heard of a race called the Umbra?" Camila asked her attach. Both ladies were cloaked in dark hoodies, most people knew to keep their distance from any Crescent folks. They dire look was easily noticeable. And a crescent citizen did not need a reason for being on your planet, they were walking the streets of Teplan.

They were looking for a citizen. A guy named Gilmo. Camila had several visions of him, helping Captain Anderson and the crew of the USS Juno, escape her father. Typically this would have pissed her off, and retribution would be exacted. But luckily for him, she needed a favor.

Camila was relying on her visions to find to the man named Gilmo. She did not want to draw more attention to herself. Everyone knew her and her attache, were both Crescent. But so far, most citizens kept their distance. And stayed out of their way.

Camila made her way to a lab, where she found a loud man, boasting to a few clients about his talents, when Camila walked in with her black robe, and hood up. The room went silent. And everyone started to bow, to include Gilmo. The Telpans were a conquered race of the Crescent.

"You honor us with your presence." Said Gilmo, in a nervous voice. The others slowly walked out of the room. As they did, Gilmo noticed that the two mystery crescent citizens, walked closer to him. He tried to keep his composure. Gilmo had no idea, that he was in the presence of Camila the Prodigy of the Crescent, the Emissary of the Crescent.

"Silence!" Demanded the Attache. She was annoyed that Gilmo would dare to speak to the Emissary. She was about to act, when she felt Camila, put her hand out, to stop her. She bowed, and waited for direction, from Camila.

Gilmo knew better then to challenge them here in his lab. He had no escape plan. And he wanted to live and fight another day. He bowed his head, and waited to hear what they wanted with him. He remained quiet and waited for instructions.

Camila whispered to her attache. She had instructed her to speak on her behalf, and to learn about the alien vessel called Juno, and what role he had in it.

Gilmo noticed that one of the crescent citizens stopped the other one. He was grateful for that. He wondered what they wanted, and he could tell that the one that stopped the other one was in charge. But she was a small time leader or someone big. It was hard to determine with her hoodie drawn.

"You are Gilmo, the Telpanian that helped the alien vessel Juno." Said the Attache, trying to hide her annoyance for this man. How could he help the enemy? She was ordered by her master to talk to him. She was a faithful follower, and did not see the big picture, like Camila did.

Gilmo dropped to his knees, as he gulped for air. He wondered how bad he was going to be punished. "I am him." Said Gilmo, with fear in his voice.

"Get up." Demanded Tiri Lu, the attache to the Camila Le. She hated grovelers. And so far he appeared to be graveling. How annoying of him. She wanted to strike him down, but Camila, would not allow her the honor.

Gilmo stood up, but kept his head down. "You will help us, Telpanian." Demanded Tiri, as she continued on. "You will escort us to the ship, and arrange for us to talk to Captain Anderson." Demanded Tiri, as she looked at the cowardly man facing her. What an excuse of a man, she thought.

"They have vanished, I have no way to track them, your excellencies." Softly said Gilmo, as he feared what they were going to do him, since he was not going to be useful.

"You will make contact with their colony world, and they will get you in contact with Captain Anderson." Said Tiri, wondering if she was going to have to hold his hand this whole session. He seemed incompetent to come up with a simple request, like a sit and greet with their enemy.

"The Captain, will want to know what I want with him, what would you excellency have me ask him?" Gilmo said, wondering if he was going to die for something nobel. Or was he going to die, to protect the Federation.

"For a meeting, we want to talk with Captain." Said Tiri, in a cold hearted tone. Not offering any expression of emotion, with her response.

"I can try, your Excellency. But I doubt he will meet you here on Telpan." Suggested Gilmo, trying to find a way to ditch these two, and make a run for it. But he knew if he ran, he would be a dead man. But if he helped them, he could be placing their lives in danger.

"Your excellency if I may make a suggestion?" Gilmo asked, fearing for his life. "I have a ship, I can take you to their space station, I took the coordinates, if you want to talk to him, you should reach out to him on Port Royale." Gilmo said, feeling bad for giving away their station;s location. But he wanted to live. And they said, they wanted to talk. Two crescents, were hardly a threat to the Federation and to Captain Anderson. They were more of a threat to him.

"Make it happen, Telpanian." Demanded Tiri, as the scene starts to fade.

 

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