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Gerard Lorrette

Aschen Citizen

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by lostamongtrees

Inventory

A red ball cap with "MAKE THE ASCHEN EMPIRE GREAT AGAIN" embroidered in white above the bill.

Description

  • Worker in Caprica City
  • Born and Raised on Langara
  • "Terrans? Yeaaahh, they should just stop whining."
  • Buds with Braxton
  • Gun / Pulse
  • Always dressed to impress.
  • "Gerard Lorette, how may I assist you ma'am?"

So begins...

Gerard Lorrette's Story

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Character Portrait: Dominic Hagan Character Portrait: Braxton Mortemira Character Portrait: Gerard Lorrette Character Portrait: Kelby Heremosh Character Portrait: Alisia Fray
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High above Luminere, a Tech Con transport of some variety descended. Inside were survivors recovered from a bunker in Caprica City. Inside, a Caprica City officer finished securing the cabin he was sharing with another for landing. He grabbed a box of water from a cooler in the wall and locked it, buckling into a wall seat.

Kelby Heremosh couldn't believe she was here. The woman hadn't payed any attention to the ride, to be quite honest, and was shocked to see the opposite of destruction outside. Shock was beginning to set in. She recalled her friend, and the smell of charred bone wafted through her nose. There was no charred bone here. Buckled into her wall seat, Kelby sobbed once. She laid a hand to her face and wiped the tear.

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Character Portrait: Dominic Hagan Character Portrait: Braxton Mortemira Character Portrait: Gerard Lorrette Character Portrait: Kelby Heremosh Character Portrait: Alisia Fray
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#, as written by Nemo
The spacecraft descended slowly onto the landing pad, an uproarous crowd already mobbing around the docking port. Cameras flashed, people cheered and news stations from all over Langara readied their live feeds. This was the final transport. The safe return of this ship marked the successful end to Tech Con's rescue endeavors into the Langaran capital.

The ship landed. A Tech Con rep stood up and tried to shout instruction to the refugees, but the roar of the crowd made him all but impossible to hear. Something about "black buses" and "the Hagan mansion". No one could really tell.

The next thing they new, the refugees would be ushered out of the transport into a world of blinding lights and cheering citizens. They were the last survivors of one of the greatest Aschen cities ever built. In the eyes of the Aschen public, they were more then just refugees. They were heroes. Walking history books. Teary inspiration to the rest of the Confederation in a dark time. Maybe the poor survivors saw themselves in the same light.

Or maybe they just wanted to be left alone.

Tech Con mercenaries struggled as they pushed through the crowds, attempting to lead the group to what was presumably their ride towards a better place. A merciless onslaught of questions roared in the ears of Kelby, Braxton, Alisia and Gerard.

"...what was it like in the bunkers..."

"...ever without food or water..."

"...did anyone die once you were locked away..."

"...forced to kill your own refugees for the sake of..."

"...was in Caprica. Have you seen him? Have you seen my son..."

"...make action figures outa' ya'. Big things, I'm tellin' ya..."

It was a nuclear fallout of a different kind; the desperate social ambush of a society nearly deprived of hope and meaning.

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Character Portrait: Dominic Hagan Character Portrait: Braxton Mortemira Character Portrait: Gerard Lorrette Character Portrait: Kelby Heremosh Character Portrait: Alisia Fray
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As the spacecraft landed, she could hear muffled cheering coming from outside the ship. "What the..." Standing up and moving from the bunk she moved to the window, peering outside to see a swarm of people surrounding the port. Her eyes widened, she hadn't expected this or really thought much into it. She had been concentrating on figuring out what had really happened and why. This was crazy. Shifting, she turned to look at Gerard "well, the public obviously weren't kept in the dark huh?" And by that she meant the media didn't take long to let the public know what happened. Or what they thought what happened. Who knows what the people were being told, she just wanted to get off the ship and onto safe ground of sorts.

As they were lead through the crowds by the Mercenaries, all sorts of questions were blurted and yelled into her ears. Alisia cringed as she continued to desperately follow behind, not daring to take her eyes off the mercenaries. The female just wanted to get out of the roaring crowd. "N...No sorry, what? No. Uh, I don't know. Excuse me, sorry." Alisia continuously replied to the jumbled questions in attempts to stop them from coming, it only made it worse though, so she decided to be silent.

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Character Portrait: Dominic Hagan Character Portrait: Braxton Mortemira Character Portrait: Gerard Lorrette Character Portrait: Kelby Heremosh Character Portrait: Alisia Fray
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"Shit..." The word fell from Gerard's lips as he stared out at the mass of people. The bombing must have been global news, how long has it been anyway? Hours? It felt like days. He was exhausted. Looking to Alisia, she was too. He scratched his head and discarded the milk box. Then, Gerard took a deep breath. It wasn't long before they were being lead through the ship, he walked silently and in formation with the others. The light of day flashed ahead, screams of people outside a dull roar throbbing at the edge of his hearing range. Gerard looked to Alisia, then let himself be ushered outside.


Augh, It was practically blinding. Braxton stepped from the ship, shielding his eyes from the natural light and flashbulbs alike. The crowd surged as they stepped from the shuttles and onto ground. His hand stayed glued to his face, jaw set tight. I'm not a war hero. Half way to the black busses, Braxton could have sworn he saw a familiar head bobbling up ahead. Dark hair, frizzed out of control, but was that? Oh my fucking...His heart dropped.

"Kelby!" Braxton shouted, pushing through the crowds, "Kelby?! HEY!" A few spectators took notice as he pursued the woman who could barely hear him. They pointed him out to eachother."Heeeey! KELBY!" Now even more had taken notice. A couple shouted along with him. Soon Kelby's name echoed through a small portion of the crowd, pulsing from Braxton as he shoved to Kelby as she let herself be shoved.


Gerard kept his head low, able to offer a pained smile here or there but not much else in terms of expression. A few reporters called out to him, looking for information. With a hand raised he gave them no comment. The Caprica City officer also received and returned more than one salute from fellow officers who had come to see if any of their own had made it.

There goes Braxton, Gerard noted to himself as he spotted the crowd giving way. There seemed to be a small commotion surrounding his friend. To his other side, he could hear Alisia responding to some question or another. Gathering Braxton could handle it, he turned to Alisia.

"Alright?"

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Alisia quickly looked back to see if Gerard was still with her, and got a glimpse of the male and continued to follow those in front of her. The questions were overwhelming and they began to irritate her. Why so much praise and commotion over something like this? She thought. She hadn't done anything good to have this much damn attention. The female began to feel claustrophobic as the swarms of people were trying to swarm in further to stop her from trying to escape their questioning.

Alisia faintly heard the Agent behind her ask if she was alright. Slowing down her pace a bit, she grew closer to him, but it was impossible to walk next to him without having to push the people away. "N-No! This is insane!" She replied to him, her voice booming over the loud crowd of people. She desperately wanted to grab onto something so she knew she could definitely escape the people and not lose her way through them.
Noticing the buses up ahead a sigh of relief was released and her heavy breathing calmed.

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Character Portrait: Dominic Hagan Character Portrait: Braxton Mortemira Character Portrait: Gerard Lorrette Character Portrait: Kelby Heremosh Character Portrait: Alisia Fray
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#, as written by Nemo
But before the weary Aschen refugees could be filed into the nearby buses, they would be told to wait by a team of Tech Con security barring their entrance. An announcement needed to be made first.

Stepping up onto a nearby podium, Dominic Hagan rose to a microphone, much to the enthusiastic applause of the already frenzied crowds. He smiled charmingly, waving to the masses and bowing humbly.

"Thank you!" he called out, his voice ringing clear and true through the white-noise, "thank you!" The crowd quieted a bit, though was still far from silent. "Today," he continued, "is a day of triumph! Today, we bring home the last thirty-two refugees of the Caprican disaster! The last thirty-two heroes of a tragic and devastating chapter in our nation's history. We celebrate their safe return, as we do also celebrate the rescue of hundreds of other Capricans, already recovering in Tech Con's designating refugee camps!" Thunderous applause. Cameras flashed. People roared. Dominic raised a hand, calling for quiet once more.

"Seeing as how our camps are already nearly filled, it is my esteemed pleasure to welcome these thirty-two remaining brave souls into my own personal mansion for the duration of their recovery. I ask that the refugees now step into these buses, where they shall be taken to my home as honored guests!"

More applause and cheering. The refugees would be ushered into the buses by Tech Con agents.

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Character Portrait: Dominic Hagan Character Portrait: Braxton Mortemira Character Portrait: Gerard Lorrette Character Portrait: Kelby Heremosh Character Portrait: Alisia Fray
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Kelby turned to see a familiar face pushing towards her through the crowd. It took a moment to place, but it was Braxton. Before she could call out to him, an eruption of applause overtook the crowd. Their cries were drowned as Dominic took the podium, but she kept her eyes out for him as he pushed towards her.

The crowd quieted. After a few moments Braxton bustled into Kelby. She half caught him, running through thirty six emotions and then some. It was a person from her past, it was literally all she could ask for. They hugged briefly, wiping away tears, then Kelby turned to listen. Braxton needed answers, though. He whispered in her ear, she clenched her jaw, he gestured, she shook her head.
Gerard reached an arm for Alisia, calling for water from someone, anyone. Flashbulbs were erupting everywhere. Microphones attached to eager faces with questions spilling from them like sticky sludge. It was more than anyone could handle. He wished he had his sunglasses.

"Hey," They were almost at the buses, "We are well and safe," Someone pressed a water box into his hand. He tore it open and handed it to Alisia. "As soon as we get on those bu-"

Then, the podium was took and a roar shook the crowd. He moved closer to the girl as everyone settled. Gerard didn't quite understand why everyone was so excited about the situation. Pictures were still being taken, and before his eyes swam purple orbs. Annoying.
Wait a minute. Private estate? Both Braxton and Gerard gawked at Dominic, Kelby blinking speechlessly and looking around. Private estate? The crowds began to surge again, and before they knew it, Kelby and Braxton were on a bus.

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Once all the refugees were loaded up, the buses would roll out, leaving the clamoring Aschen reporters far behind. Tech Con agents would be aboard the shuttles, catering to every passing whim that its occupants might have. Alcoholic beverages, however, would be barred to them.

The refugees would have fifteen minutes or so to talk, the twinkling cityscape of Luminere blurring past them.

Eventually, the city gave way to rolling green fields and lush farmlands. At this point, a plasma screen mounted at the front of each bus would light up. Dominic Hagan's smiling face appeared to all of them.

"Hello again," he nodded, "sorry about that chaotic entrance. Things a got a bit out of hand. I wasn't expecting to have that large of a turnout." He shrugged. "But what can you do? In case you didn't notice, all of Langara has its eyes on you right now. You're heroes. A symbol of Aschen hope. Once you're all recovered, I think you'll all your lives to be very much changed." He shook his head. "But now? Now is the time for rest. I'm honored to have you all at my manor. You'll all be looked after and pampered as if you were guests at a fine resort. Anything you desire will be available to you." He glanced briefly down at his watch. "We should be arriving in about ten minutes... please enjoy the scenic Leonis countryside in the meantime."

With that, the screen went blank.

The setting changes from Luminere to Leonis

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Green lush lands rolled away and over the horizon, mounds of land rising beyond reach in sculpted inclines. The sleek, high technology bus maneuvered it's way to the final destination. Reclining near a window, second martini in hand, a dark haired woman settled in for the ride. She had been bustled away, of course, from Braxton. At this point she just wanted to relax. Drinks were complimentary, and though there were many people aboard the bus they were practically celebrities. The woman sipped the martini and scowled. No amount of alcohol could wash away the taste of death.

So much death. Braxton's head rest against the window farther up the bus. His eyes lulled shut as visions of what was Caprica City flashed before him. Deciding to keep quiet on the way to the manor, Braxton Mortemira withdrew into his thoughts. A sonic boom exploded somewhere between his eardrums; he gave a start. Settling his sweater about him, he leaned back to the window and tried to prepare again for a nap.

Gerard Lorette couldn't think of sleeping at a time like this. He had drank three water boxes already, a fourth clenched unopened in his hand. It did not mind all too much that he was stuck between who he was stuck between. Seating next to Alisia wasn't too bad, was it? It was just, on the other side. This woman. Gerard could groan, already anticipating a horrid ride, but instead he grimaced in mockery of a smile.

Ring, ring... Braxton had fished his cell phone from his pocket, and was trying to call his dear Roana again. Kelby wondered when they would arrive at the manor, finishing the martini and curling into the window herself. Gerard sighed, not thinking.

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Eventually the buses would pass through a series of iron-wrought gates, rolling through lavish stone courtyards before finally halting at the entrance to a sprawling mansion. There the various refugees would be let out of their seats, finally able to stretch their legs on the patio of the Hagan estate and breathe the crisp Leonis air. Shortly thereafter, Dominic Hagan would once again appear to them, walking out of the house's enormous front doors and smiling at the crowd of Capricans.

"Hello again," he said cheerfully, "I hope you all had a pleasant journey over. I'm very honored to receive you in my home for this next month. As you can see..." He gestured to the gargantuan structure behind him, "...my house is very big. It is furnished with just about every luxury you can think of and probably twice as many that you haven't. Rooms have been set aside for each of you and I've arranged for a host of therapists and doctors to conduct weekly examinations on you all." He winked. "Sorry, but that's mandatory. You've all been through quite a bit these last few weeks and I'm determined to give you the best possible rehabilitation within my power." He gestured to the mansion. "In the meantime, I encourage you to come inside and join me for some lunch. Consider my home as your own. If you should need anything at all, simply ask me. I think you'll find that there's not much I can't do with a phone call." He laughed. "Come on."

The young Hagan was about to turn away back to the house before he stopped himself. "Oh! One more thing..." he turned around slowly. "As I said, I want you to feel at home here. So long as you mind your manners, you can do just about anything you like." He raised a hand. "...but there is ONE rule. Just one little rule." His eyes hardened a bit. "I ask that none of you go anywhere near the Northwest Wing of the house. My private quarters reside there." He smiled charmingly. "And they are just that. Private." He gestured to the front entrance. "Now, shall we?"

The setting changes from Leonis to The Haven Nightclub

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Gerard Lorrette slammed down an empty shot glass and swore under his breath. Last time he was here all hell had broken loose. He had avoided the nightclub for the exact reason someone would avoid eating eggs after suffering through the digestion of a rotten one. No sooner did the buzz start to hit him in the eyes that the lights clapped on and the TV's sputtered to monotony.

Again? Everyone was being directed to the Cosmodrome, and Gerard knew why. He swore again, slapped down too many credits, and made with the crowds.

The setting changes from The Haven Nightclub to Caprica City Cosmodrome

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Gerard shuffled along with a sum of other able-bodied men. He kept his shades on and didn't look for any friends. After the last attack he kept close with only one other, really, and he was far off at University still. Someone nearby definitely shared his sentiments or so he thought he heard.

"Ad Victoriam! Game check?" Gerard popped his sunglasses up to get a better look at the sulking kid, "Aw, shit. Aren't you...ahhh..."

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"Now go forward! Gloria fortis miles!" Chaska called out from the stage, her voice carrying across the crowd. "To those that would commit genocide upon our people! adversor et admorsus!"

Concluding her speech, she raised her hands into a fist. "Ad Victoriam! Non Sibi sed patriae!"

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Slender pale hands found their way onto Andreas' shoulder, giving them a firm, but reassuring squeeze. Someone would think it was just another conscript that had been rallied to the spaceport, trying to give their fellow man some form of reassurance.

If he turned, he would find a sharp, angular face, and short black hair that had been cropped to frame the woman's face. She was wearing a dark grey officer's uniform, lapel insigna upon the blue lapels was unmistakable. The woman who gave the reassuring squeeze was none other than the Admiral of the Fleet, Sheila Nagala.

"None of us wanted this." She said, reassuringly. "But, you want a house to be able to buy? This enemy is relentless, and will not stop until every one of us is dead, they will not cease until our worlds are burning. We have to do what we must, so that we have the luxury to buy that house." She said, extending her hand.

"Nagala." She introduced herself.

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His broad, bronzed, muscular shoulders shrugged off the hand, but as he turned to see who it was...wait...Nagala? The Admiral?? He immediately snapped to what he thought was the attention stance, recognizing that he would probably never get this close to top brass ever again. "Sir, Andreas Moustakas, reporting for duty, sir!"

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  1. Boylan has departed. No longer tag him in future posts.

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With the speech concluded, Boylan stepped onto the shuttle, and was bound for his new station aboard the Profound Solitude II.

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Ceres Genna comes down from the gravity lift, looking around for Andreas Moustakas

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 “ Ceres would find a tall, lanky, muscular man answer her call, with a boyish grin a mile wide...even if his skin was as dark as the mud he ate in his Tauron boyhood before his Pyramid skills became evident. "Present and accounted for!" He had a certain exuberance betraying his nervousness, but he was still as fine a physical specimen as anything she could have hoped to find. ”

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Ceres Genna clears her throat, waiting for the salute.

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Andreas Moustakas audibly gulped and snapped the salute with one arm, awkwardly holding all of his gear in the other.

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 “ Ad Victoriam! ”