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The Reckoning of Daimon

New York

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a part of The Reckoning of Daimon, by Whiskey Go Dark.

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Whiskey Go Dark holds sovereignty over New York, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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New York is a part of The Reckoning of Daimon.

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Daimon [1] Son of Marss (The Father)
Areskah [0] Wife of Daimon (The Mother)
Yurik [0] Son of Daimon

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The voice of the Mother, was rarely heard, Yurik thought to himself, on his way to the briefing chambers. Whatever it is that she will ask of me must be of utmost importance to her, even more so as Father prepares his fleet.
As he made haste down the long twisting corridors of the ship, illuminated by blue lights, he places a three-fingered hand on some sort of pad outside a door on the left. He takes a breath to steady himself, then enters.

This room is brightly lit, with spotlights focusing on a round center table. A hooded figure sits on the far side, the overhead lights failing to show her face. It raises a hand to Yurik, gesturing him to approach.
"Come, Yurik." a soft, female voice whispers, almost disembodied - for a moment, Yurik thought the voice had come from the ceiling.
Slowly, but with little fear, he walks towards the table, and sits opposite the figure.
"Do you know why I've summoned you, Yurik?" the voice asks, in a soft, sweet voice.
"In all honesty, Mother, I have no idea. Is this about Father's plans to destroy the planet called 'Earth'?"
"Yes," the Mother smiles, her mouth becoming visible beneath the hood - soft lips on a pale, blue-tinted skin. "Your father finds the indigenous race to be of no interest to us, Yurik. These.... humans.... they are a race of war and violence, and lust, according to his 'soldiers'."
"That's not the truth, Mother. These creatures have advanced culture, and above average communication systems. They even have council structures, similar to our own. And that's-"
"-exactly why you are here, Yurik." The Mother interrupts. "You are the foremost expert on their lifestyle and believe there is some hope in this race - that is why I have chosen you."
"Chosen me, for what?" he asks, somewhat bewildered.
"You can help me to prove that there is some hope for the humans."
"Why can't you convince Father to sto-"
"Your father," the mother begins, her voice more firm, "listens or answers to no-one, not even myself in a time of war. The time for reasoning on the words of trust is gone, my son. We must have proof, and the support of the family. Only then will he give up this notion that they are a threat to us."
"....So, what would you have me do, Mother?"
"My child, I want you to go down to the surface of this planet, and document these creatures, then bring back evidence that shows this species for what it is. I will give you any assistance you need, and will try to buy you as much time as I can, but you must do this quickly, before it is too late."
Yurik thinks for a moment, his gaze fixed on the table.
"Very well. I will do what I can and must."
"Thank you, Yurik." she says softly, rising from her chair. "If it will help you, you may assemble a team to go with you." Leaning down, she kisses him on the forehead. "Let me know when you are ready to leave."
"Thank you, Mother." he says quietly, as she leaves the room by the same door. The Mother's kiss was a blessing, given to those who have done their duty for the good of the family. He feels a warmth inside, telling him that he can do this, and with a sense of importance, he returns to his quarters, and begins to plan his trip....