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Ambassador Alighieri's Arrival

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Dante Novello on Mon Jun 05, 2006 10:57 pm

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Seraphina Alighieri on Tue Jun 06, 2006 2:21 pm

Svetlana's voice penetrated Seraphina's thoughts with the words she so desperately wanted to hear. Time to go home she thought to herself and sighed deeply, the weight of family pressing down her upon her now.

She stood up slowly the pain in her body excruciating. Maybe I should go Ravenna and relax, the thought seemed tempting but the very idea was cast aside, for fear of missing a strange and random visit from Gabriel.

She walked through the french doors into the living room and nodded to all present in turn as though the simple gesture could assure them all that she was fine and the woman of dignity and composure had returned, that the fragile broken waif of a girl that they had been unfortunate enough to witness earlier had been locked down. As they left her room all of them spread out around her again, in the protective barrier that had become routine on this trip. As they approached the lobby Seraphina's heart beat quickly and her gut tightened. The faster her heart raced the more she could feel it against her ribs and the more they ached. Her throat felt as though it was going to close as they passed through the lobby. A deep rooted guilt began to creep into her thoughts, You could have stopped it Seraphina, wrath is your sin. She blinked her eyes repeatedly to chase the shadows away. She nearly stumbled once, but Svetlana steadied her. IT was too much. As they passed through the lobby her eyes searched out the spot of his murder, unwillingly, unconsciously, as though she needed more proof of her wrongdoing, or was it a penance. But there was no trace of her cousin, it was as though it had never happened. The anxiety did not pass until they were in the limo that was parked in front of the Hotel.

She did not speak the entire way to the Hangar, and when they arrived there was no fanfare it was as though the were sneaking out of the Colonies in shame. Around them were several pilots climbing to mobile suits. She stopped on the stairway into the shuttle and watched. She had never seen it before. Never had she seen Paulo or Gabriel actually get into their suits. There was something unnatural about it to her. Encasing yourself in a metal suit that obey your every whim. She watched as some of the pilots wandered around their suits letting their fingertips caress the metal. To these men the suits were a being in and of itself they depended on them. Again she understood Gabriel a little more. Her empathy for him had grown exponentially on this trip. Finally she looked away from the preparing pilots and got onto ot the shuttle and took seat.

She sat far away from the others as she could. Not fit for human company, she thought to herself. She Pulled out her peace keepers communicator and sent a message off to the generals.


"Thank you all for your hospitality and kindness, I hope to visit again sometime, hopefully with a treaty that ensures our futures. Thank you again, Ambassador Alighieri."

She leaned her head back in the same position of repose that she had been in on the Balcony of the hotel. Closing her eyes she thought only of the warmth of the golden light of Tuscany and good it would feel to be embraced by that light again. She thought of Gabriel and the joy and warmth of waking up in his arms in her bed, of his passionate embraces after she had accepted his proposal, of the one simple dance they had shared beneath the moon, in a beautiful renaissance piazza to the distant strains of gypsy violin. A sublime smile spread across her lips as the thoughts of home filled er mind. I will be stronger there and all will be well, she thought to herself, keeping the demons of guilt, fear, and hopelessness at bay.
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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby SinfulSoul on Wed Jun 07, 2006 2:28 pm

OOC: Sorry again for the delay.
General Chamberlin and Prescott received the farewell from the Ambassador, however no response was returned. Marshal had his communicator turned off. Four pilots that were in the hanger with the Ambassador entered their respective Virgo mobile suits. They took off out of the hanger before the ambassador's shuttle and waited outside. A message was sent from Captain Picard in the hanger's control room to the shuttle.
Picard:"The four Virgos outside will be your escort to Earth. They'll stop just outside of Earth's atmosphere where our jurisdiction ends. From then on, you're on your own. Hopefully you don't have many enemies on Earth. You're clear for take off. Good luck, Bridge Control out."
Lights lit up along the run way signaling the path out. Security Cameras all rotated in the direction of the departing shuttle as per standard procedure. Outside, the laser turrets spun around scanning the area for enemies within range.
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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Zeke on Fri Jun 09, 2006 3:28 pm

Zeke takes his seat at the very back of the plane. He did his best to sit away from everyone. Seraphina was in a seat a few rows up and on the opposite side, where as Grim and Alan were in the same row as he, but a few seats up.

Not really sure why be he looked out the window and had the strange desire to be alone. He was beginning to feel worry again, to feel happiness. He couldn't let that happen or he would loose his edge and be useless as a merc. That was all he knew, all he was, all he could be.

Zeke just leaned his head and shoulder against the window next to him and closed his eyes and pictured Virgil. How he missed his "brother" and their adventures. Zeke raised a quivering hand up to his left eye and almost touched the scar just above his left eye brow. The hand floated there shaking as he spaced out thinking of O'Mally. His eyes narrowed and his teeth clenched as he pictured that bastard beating the hell out of Zeke in that closet of a cell.

He could feel the hate swelling and the coldness resetting, then he snapped back into reality as Svetlana boarded the shuttle and Zeke's stomach did a back flip. She made him feel weird. Zeke almost smiled. Then remembered his hand floating there. O'Mally. His eyes closed again and the coldness swept into his heart and into his eyes. Zeke was cold again, at least for the time being.

Then the ship began to rock and he could feel the heat from the atmospheric thrusters firing. Then they were on there way home.
The Scars That We Wear Will Never Go Away,
The Friends That We Lost Can Never Be Replaced,
What''s It Going To Take And How Many Have To Die,
''Til We Put Away Our Heads And Open Up Our Eyes.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Grimbold Theoman on Fri Jun 09, 2006 5:29 pm

Grim and Alan sat together, it seemed that everybody else was in need of solitude for whatever reasons, that was ok with the pair. Grim had things that he wanted to tell Alan anyway and if they had a little privacy it would make it easier. Even so it was difficult for Grimbold to raise what was on his mind, he skirted around it asking what Alan had planned for after their return.
"I have one or two possibilities that I have been following up. There could be something for you too Grim, I know you need to keep busy now."
Alan left the sentence hanging, waiting for Grim to finish off the thought, but the older mercenary didn't know yet how to. He knew he had made up his mind what he was going to do next, at least what he was going to propose. It had been a comment of the Ambassador that had finally made his mind up for him.

He was about to say something when the shuttle began shuddering as the atmospheric thrusters fired, even in the cabin insulated as it was there was a slight raising of temperature as they fired; pouring flame into the permanently dark sky of the colony. He paused and looked out of the tiny port in the shuttle watching as the ship slid slowly rising out of the dome of the spaceport into the freedom of space. He didn't speak until the launch thrusters distant muted roar and shaking abated, leaving the cabin in almost total silence.

"I can't Alan, not this time. I have realised I have a specific job to do."
He glanced at where Seraphina sat apparently composed near the front of the shuttle, something told him that she was really in turmoil and the apparent serenity was a show for their benefit, maybe even her own. When hs spoke again his voice was barely above a whisper and Alan had to strain to hear his words.
"I have to at least offer to stay with her, I need to make sure that the peace she has started to broker does not fail. I am not a diplomat, but I am not uneducated, I am not stupid, there is plenty I can do to help ensure we have peace at last with the Colonies. That frail, dangerous, mysterious woman is the best hope for human kind on Earth and the Colonies. I owe it to her and Sara and most of all myself to ensure that what we have started comes to fruition."
He paused again sat back in his flight seat and shrugged himself comfortable in its embrace.
"I will talk with her as soon as we land. I just hope she can accept."
With that he shut his eyes and tuned out the world he needed to rest, to think and even Alan was not going to interupt.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Seraphina Alighieri on Fri Jun 09, 2006 5:50 pm

As the shuttle accelerated to take off from the colonies the force pushed her back into her seat, her stomach flopped a bit and she winced slightly, though the pain itself made her want to cry out. She focused all of her will on what she had to do when she returned, having to deal with Sophia was not her idea of a good time. Poor cousin, poor Sophia she though she fumbled in her purse for the pain pills. She poured two out into her hand and took them both praying that the drugs would put her into a deep and dreamless sleep.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Svetlana_Popova on Mon Jun 12, 2006 5:09 am

Svetlana stops cold in her tracks as she boarded the shuttle. She looks over to where Zeke is sitting and frowns as the waves of conflicting emotions reach from him to her. Her brow furrows as the coldness around him reappears. She shakes herself slightly, and takes a seat across the aisle from him. She stares out the window of the shuttle, her face stony cold and distant to hide the fact that her body is vibrating to Zeke's presence. I should have known...

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