Snippet #1745555

Day/Time set: Day 1, LU (6am)
Location set: Academy Room 3

((Jean))

His grimace was grim, especially so for a man who had just received a promotion.

Jean had been excited like a little boy as the ship had lifted off. It had been hard for him to tear his eyes from the skies when he was called in and even then, he had barely slept; fascinated with the prospect of space. Jean was barely acknowledged as a scholar, but their interests he shared... They theorised this space was infinite...

However, Jean had not the time to be amazed for so long as one of Micháele's men had come for him. Now he sat in a room, listening to the lord. As if a bucket of ice cold water was thrown into his face, Jean remembered the conversation he had with Stella and noticed Solstice sharpening her knife, knowing very well sharpening was not what she wanted to do with it.

Not only Solstice and Stella were in the room, however; also a man he had met yesterday. Ymber Ocmare, was his name. Jean was not unfamiliar with the Ocmare family, but his duties in the military and guardianship over Chanson had left him with ample opportunities to meet with the newer generations of nobility. It would be wise to reconcile with Ymber Ocmare, before the mission ended. Jean did not want to cause friction between their families.

More worrying than Ymber Ocmare, however, was Sagheer’Naab. Withdrawn for years for mysterious reasons, his reputation was well-known to Jean-Baptiste. Jean did not trust what he did not know and aside his reputation, he knew next to nothing about the tiny fang.

Lastly there was Daller, the cook. He seemed a pleasant fellow and Jean would try to engage conversation later.

Lord Micháele then began explaining the missions; their purposes and orders. Jean-Baptiste was discontent. An army behind them and Jean taking not only a leading role at the mission, which was already more than he had applied for, but was also given authorisation and responsibility for the force. Stella's words resounded in his head again... They must have had this planned since the beginning. Jean-Baptiste could not help but feel tricked; was it not him that had manipulated lord Micháele to let him join?

An army for a mission... Micháele seemed not to intend to leave the planet even if they were unwelcome. Jean did not know how to feel about this; it angered him and yet. He feared having to bear responsibility for hostile actions, intruding grounds they were not welcome, but what Jean also feared time was what would happen if he did not accept this responsibility? Would Micháele take his place as commander?

“Now,” Micháele sighed finally, relaxing into the chair a bit more, “Are there any questions?”

Jean-Baptiste took a breathe before collecting his thoughts. Before he decide upon anything, he had to learn more... Much as he disliked being powerless to act against the intents and decisions of the lord.

“My lord, you must excuse my rudeness, my daughter is unwell.” Jean lied, “I wish to discuss matters with you in private soon, I hope we can make an arrangement today. However I must attend to her now.”

He then turned to Stella, “Lady Oceane, if you would please come with me. Perhaps your expertise could be of help. If our lord allows our leave, at least.”