Sir Mordaunt's Story

"Unfortanutely, no news on my end. I haven't heard anything besides hopeful whispers. Your...Pendragon lead is all we have to work with at this moment." Gawain replied to Merlin. She let out sigh of frustration, the seemingly endless search continued on with little hope. But, there was hope none the less, and they would continue to press on.


Finding other Knights was generally easier, their memories had a tendency to reawaken and some invisible force always drew them to other Knights or to Merlin. Usually, a Knight finding Merlin would be the best case. The mystic was better equipped to explain the cosmos, time, magic, and the general obscurities of reincarnation. Why me? Why now? The old man (and old was most likely an understatement) just understood the confusion. Their small Knighthood was growing in numbers, but their sheer size wouldn't do anything to revolutionize the times against the Le Fey- only the King would be able to bring about a true difference.

She spotted Galahad skipping their way, asking what they were talking about. He may have been young, but he still had sharp eyes and good instincts. Generally, Gawain liked children, but she had a special affinity for Galahad. It may have been because they were connected in their past lives but she felt protective over the wee Knight. There was all kinds of knowledge stored in his mind, memories unlocked, and it was her duty as past live friend/present life mentor, to help him reach his potential. Gawain ruffled his hair again and winked. "Seems like Merlin found us a new lead and we have a name. Heard of anybody named Pendragon?"

Gawain didn't hear many names because of poor social connections- she was usually too busy tearing apart a new machine or looking over blue prints. However, Galahad was on the streets interacting with people every day, his ears were sharp he may have heard something.

"If not, don't worry Galahad. I'm sure we can...try to run a search in the database...it'll be a long shot though..."

A really long shot. Equivalent to birth certificates, many people in this day and age were registered to the population database. New baby born? All the details were recorded. Common practice for the wealthy and middle class society, but harder for the poor. Technology was hard to come by in the district and hospitals seemed to be much more rare- babies were born in slums, and the first priority was their first initial survival, not registering them into the society database. From what it sounded like, this Pendragon character may have been born on the streets (Merlin did refer to him as a street urchin) and the chances of him having any kind of records on file were slim to none.

"We can always call Glitch- er, Sir Mordaunt" Gawain corrected herself, she wanted to set a polite example for Galahad and calling other Knights by their nick names wasn't the best start, "We can have Mordaunt begin the search." Gawain explained.

Glitch would, more then likely, be at headquarters already tapping away on a keyboard.... Probably trying to hack into some source of information. Running a search for a person wouldn't even make Glitch blink- if he could blink?- he could do it in his sleep-if he did sleep?- The point of the matter being: it would be a very simple task, like breathing (God, Gawain thought, did he even BREATHE!? The man was covered in cybernetics from head to toe...most likely literally) for Glitch. Computers were a second nature to the both of them.

While the rest of the "family" were out chasing after an unknown variable of their fight to reclaim the Imperial City, this Pendragon, Mordaunt had charged himself with keeping the headquarters company... security detail, if one would like to call it that, but that was the "reason" that he gave to the others.

The chambers that he had situated himself in, the knight's "room of operations", was cylindrical in nature, seemingly centered around a sphere which was tethered from the ceiling with three main support beams. This... sphere is none other than the very core that houses the organization's "Excaliber System", designed by Mordaunt himself (along with some tech borrowed from the LeFay Corporation) to locate this certain Pendragon, out of the millions of citizens living in both the Imperial City and the Outer City, even among those who aren't recorded.

I designed this system, I wrote the programs, so why does it keep crashing on me?! Glitch thought to himself, as he meticulously searched through thousands of logs, looking for what kept crashing the system, his mechanical body physically connected to the system via a wireless signal as he spun himself around in a chair, near the Round Table, the Knights' table for discussion their operations.

A good ten minutes passed, and as he replaced the last of some faulty coding that was seemingly used by the "borrowed" tech, the system had immediately swirled to life once more, thousands of names scrolling down through the eyes of Mordaunt, his mind scanning the database until it finally stopped on a name...

Aleixandre Jean Arthur Lamarque
PENDRAGON: 97.67542% Match...

Seeing the name, Mordaunt instantly stopped spinning and drew up a visual holographic map of the city from the center of the table, amazed that the system had also accurately pinpointed the Variable's location, as well as a good four or five blips, each representing a knight, blinking nearby - a good fifty yards sense of nearby...

Noticing that this must be the person that they've been looking for this whole time, and from the looks of it, the others had probably already found him, Mordaunt attempted to contact the wizard through a secured channel on the city's network.

"This is Mordaunt. Just finished repairing a glitch with the system, and well, if you're wanting confirmation, I have a 97.5 percent match that you're standing in the same room as Pendragon."

Cutting the connection before he received any response, he proceeded to open up another secure channel, one that was heavily encrypted, to Gawain with a simple message.

"Tag. You're it, pass it on."

Of the other knights, Mordaunt had a better connection with Gawain, as the two shared a strong interest in computers and technology, an easier medium for the two to communicate and translate to each other. He still laughs about "her" gender identity crisis, while she would make the occasional glitch joke about him.

But at least he can still be recognized as a male.

"This is Mordaunt. Just finished repairing a glitch with the system, and well, if you're wanting confirmation, I have a 97.5 percent match that you're standing in the same room as Pendragon."

Gawain froze hearing this. She knew Mordant had sent this via Merlin's private communication, but the Lady had a tendancy to tap into his private lines on occasion. It may have been his old age, or maybe he was getting hard of hearing, or maybe Merlin just didn't like technology, but the wizard had a hard time with the communication lines and sometimes entirely missed important messages. So, as a safety precaution, Gawain hooked up to his line to make sure he got everything he needed. At least the old bat knew how to throw her off his communications when he needed it be absolutely private.

Still, Gawain stood frozen, her eyes looking at Merlin in utter shock. "You heard that, right?" She asked the wizard. She needed confirmation that what she heard was not a glitch in the system...She winced, pardon the pun Mordaunt, Gawain thought. Regardless, poor pun or not, she wanted to make sure she wasn't hearing things. She did hear that correctly. The name, the high match rate...a confirmation.

This Pendragon lead seemed to be the real deal...And Galahad was with them. Oh sweet mercy, she thought, at least there was a knight with their King. This would making things easier, they would be breaking the news with familiar faces...Not some whack job strangers.

Her personal line beeped.

Lady Gawain rolled up her sleeve and the long, rectangular screen on her arm flashed- indicating she had a message. Gawain was not fond of ear pieces, she had a tendency to loose them. Instead she fashioned herself a small, arm length, tablet. She designed it to thin and bend along the lines of her body, small keys were below the screen where she could type, but the screen was wide enough to display blue prints, or visual communications if the situation arise.

It took her only a moment to decode the encrypted message that Mordaunt sent to her. The two knights got along just fine, had a comfortable relationship. Mordaunt, even in his previous life, was a bit of social recluse...But in this life, he almost defined the term. He was lost to technology, and it was hard for many of the knights to understand him- whether it was because they didn't understand technology, or Mordaunt in general. Fortunately, Gawain was great with tech in this time- she able to form a special kind of technical bond with the other knight, allowing her to understand him in way other knights would just never comprehend.

On the other hand, Gawain had always been the easy going kind of person- female or male, it mattered not- she made few enemies, and many liked her. She was a bit of social lite, smiled easily, and drew a crowd around her if she felt like it- but she believed in privacy, and when she craved to be alone she retreated to her computer or workshop. Something she and Mordaunt could relate to. The fact that Gawain understood tech, and the solace it could bring, along with her laid back personality, allowed her to become good friends with Mordaunt.

They even joked about each other, insulted each other, like good friends do.

"Tag. You're it, pass it on." Was his message to her.

Gawain quickly tapped on her screen and replied with, "Can you get a steady track on Galahad, he's the knight with Pendragon. Why don't you come out and play?"

She encrypted the message, sending it back to the other tech-knight.

"It looks like we have a hit, gentlemen. According to Mordaunt, our Pendragon lead is 97% match. It's the best we've had yet! Mordaunt is working on a track for Galahad, we can zone in better this way. For now, let's move in their general direction." Lady Gawain spoke to Merlin and Percival.

Before they could reply, her skirts had swished and she ran down the street toward the general direction of where Galahad had gone.

With the Excaliber System now running at full power, Mordaunt had received full vision of where the knights and the so-called King were located. As his fingers typed away meticulously, a connection pinged, one of his communication links had opened up.

"Can you get a steady track on Galahad, he's the knight with Pendragon. Why don't you come out and play?"

It was from Gawain, the other tech-knight of the group. Opening up the link fully, he had a simple reply:

Already ahead of you on that. I'm no miracle worker, but Galahad is not the only knight with our Pendragon. I've also picked up Guin's location, and she's with them. There's also a couple of unknown variables in the immediate location, so be careful.

After sending the message, he had quickly began to extract the necessary information regarding the two knights' locations as well as the location of Pendragon, and included it with another quick private message to Gawain.

Sending you the coordinates now.