Austin sat at Pixie's desk, reading through her personal files. The amount of intelligence she had gathered was indeed impressive. The company he kept however had disappointed him. She and her ilk had a reputation of helping his children and attacking pretenders, to the point he even thought that they were all his children.
Associating with murderers of youngsters though? That ruined it. She had shown her true colours, either that or she had chosen poorly. A shame because apparently she was of just the right age as well. But while he could forgive someone who had pretenders as friends (they merely needed to be taught better), those who had actively slaughtered his children couldn't be anything other than a pretender themselves; whether she had pulled the trigger or not she gave them the tools to destroy.
What tools they had however, despite their awful use, was extremely impressive. The second he entered their armoury he felt like he had been given a torch to light the world. But Austin was given nothing. He took it. No one gave him anything, he made it himself. The father needed to provide. And provide he would, with these tools once used for evil now used for good. Perhaps it would be an exaggeration to say that every single type of firearm on The Rock was in here, but it wouldn't be that much on an exaggeration. Over the past three days he had his most weapon savvy children catalogue and identify every single type of gun that was there. The list damn near didn't end. Austin didn't bother to read it all himself, he trusted his sons and daughters. No, among other things, he was too busy reading through the personal files of the maidens.
While many others were certainly more noteworthy, names such as Jake "Ruffles" Miller and Warren "Smiles", of interesting background and useful skill sets to the crew, one however caught his eye. One all too familiar. From Yuteni. Information leaked by Alexandria North. Alcoholic. Hispanic and 'Middle Eastern'' descent, whatever that meant. Goes by the name Aesop, doesn't ever say his real name. Austin sighed out and sat back in his chair. He wanted to laugh. He wanted to weep. "Sillah... Sillah..." Not looking what he was doing Austin reached his hand into a drawer looking for a pen when he felt something soft and cotton. He looked down puzzled as he lifted it up to find a pair of black panties between his fingers, immediately dropping them back in and shutting the drawer. Searching more thoroughly he took a pen and wrote onto Aesop's file at the very top, "Real name Sillah Marino." He crossed out the alcoholic section. "You never needed that poison to begin with. I blame myself, truly I do Sillah." He smiled as he looked over the file once more. "I'll save you soon. Don't worry. You deserve better than these people."
Putting the file away he set off looking over other intelligence for important denizens of The Rock. A rather hefty file on Dio Basilio made him chuckle to no end. "Oh you fool. You have no idea what you've given me, when Feroxi is mine you will kneel and bleed. Bleed more than most and be aware as it leaves your carved skin." He spent a long time looking over the files again. He had read as many as he could the past few days, but the Captain had a lot of intel, a surprising amount in fact given her reckless reputation. It worried him how intelligent this pretender appeared to be. Still it was of no matter, she would fall just like her ship and her disgusting crew had. Despite having read some of these before he wanted to take in every single word and tiny little detail that he could.
Meanwhile, Franklin was being carried into the medical bay as Isabel stayed there with her baby, not being allowed to leave at all and having meals delivered to her. She thought back to when she first joined Austin along with Franklin. They joined out of desperation, seeking protection, being driven by fear of those who had been hunting them. They simply needed to not along and do what they were told, until eventually they fell for it. Believing in Austin's insanity and truly believing they were his children. Was this incestuous then this relationship? No, she knew exactly what it was.
'Fucking ridiculous.' How could they have been so dumb and so blind? They were desperate, but where they really that desperate? It wasn't worth throwing their lot in with a mad man with machinations to burn the world down around them and rebuild it as some sort of God, or Father or whatever. None of what he said made sense to her anymore. It used to be so clear. Now that she could think about it and her mind was, she considered at least, free from his grasp, none of his words had any logic or reason to them. His charisma simply drew them in, along with promise of protection. Even when they were killing people for sport. Indeed, they had all done awful things.
The cries of her baby pulled her away from her thoughts however, and despite the baby crying she couldn't help but smile. "Aww ssshhh ssshhh its okay baby its okay." She held the baby close to her chest and patted him softly on the back. He just needed to be burped. She lay him down and looked at him fondly. He had her best features, along with possessing many of Franklin's. Franklin's hazel eyes, her small round ears, Franklin's full lips, her button nose. The baby was of mixed race and black and Hispanic, yet he appeared like a light skinned black baby, She wondered if others would see him this way, and would they ever see her own Hispanic heritage in him, even if she herself was rather light skinned. She wondered if her long raven hair would accompany him as he got older. She'd prefer the baby to grow hair as fast as she did, rather than Franklin's that seemed to take months to simply grow down past his ears.
Her thoughts were interrupted as Franklin was brought in and put onto the bed. Picking up her baby her jaw dropped. "Oh my god what happened!" She exclaimed, not asking.
"He took a bullet in the last charge." Said the sisters as they dropped him uncerimoniously onto the bed. "We'll get the doctors."
"Fuck fuck fuuuuuuck." He wheezed out as the muscle around the hole in his leg seemed to pulse.
Standing by his side with the baby in her arms, she held the baby's face close to her chest, not wanting him to see his father's bloodied leg.
Associating with murderers of youngsters though? That ruined it. She had shown her true colours, either that or she had chosen poorly. A shame because apparently she was of just the right age as well. But while he could forgive someone who had pretenders as friends (they merely needed to be taught better), those who had actively slaughtered his children couldn't be anything other than a pretender themselves; whether she had pulled the trigger or not she gave them the tools to destroy.
What tools they had however, despite their awful use, was extremely impressive. The second he entered their armoury he felt like he had been given a torch to light the world. But Austin was given nothing. He took it. No one gave him anything, he made it himself. The father needed to provide. And provide he would, with these tools once used for evil now used for good. Perhaps it would be an exaggeration to say that every single type of firearm on The Rock was in here, but it wouldn't be that much on an exaggeration. Over the past three days he had his most weapon savvy children catalogue and identify every single type of gun that was there. The list damn near didn't end. Austin didn't bother to read it all himself, he trusted his sons and daughters. No, among other things, he was too busy reading through the personal files of the maidens.
While many others were certainly more noteworthy, names such as Jake "Ruffles" Miller and Warren "Smiles", of interesting background and useful skill sets to the crew, one however caught his eye. One all too familiar. From Yuteni. Information leaked by Alexandria North. Alcoholic. Hispanic and 'Middle Eastern'' descent, whatever that meant. Goes by the name Aesop, doesn't ever say his real name. Austin sighed out and sat back in his chair. He wanted to laugh. He wanted to weep. "Sillah... Sillah..." Not looking what he was doing Austin reached his hand into a drawer looking for a pen when he felt something soft and cotton. He looked down puzzled as he lifted it up to find a pair of black panties between his fingers, immediately dropping them back in and shutting the drawer. Searching more thoroughly he took a pen and wrote onto Aesop's file at the very top, "Real name Sillah Marino." He crossed out the alcoholic section. "You never needed that poison to begin with. I blame myself, truly I do Sillah." He smiled as he looked over the file once more. "I'll save you soon. Don't worry. You deserve better than these people."
Putting the file away he set off looking over other intelligence for important denizens of The Rock. A rather hefty file on Dio Basilio made him chuckle to no end. "Oh you fool. You have no idea what you've given me, when Feroxi is mine you will kneel and bleed. Bleed more than most and be aware as it leaves your carved skin." He spent a long time looking over the files again. He had read as many as he could the past few days, but the Captain had a lot of intel, a surprising amount in fact given her reckless reputation. It worried him how intelligent this pretender appeared to be. Still it was of no matter, she would fall just like her ship and her disgusting crew had. Despite having read some of these before he wanted to take in every single word and tiny little detail that he could.
Meanwhile, Franklin was being carried into the medical bay as Isabel stayed there with her baby, not being allowed to leave at all and having meals delivered to her. She thought back to when she first joined Austin along with Franklin. They joined out of desperation, seeking protection, being driven by fear of those who had been hunting them. They simply needed to not along and do what they were told, until eventually they fell for it. Believing in Austin's insanity and truly believing they were his children. Was this incestuous then this relationship? No, she knew exactly what it was.
'Fucking ridiculous.' How could they have been so dumb and so blind? They were desperate, but where they really that desperate? It wasn't worth throwing their lot in with a mad man with machinations to burn the world down around them and rebuild it as some sort of God, or Father or whatever. None of what he said made sense to her anymore. It used to be so clear. Now that she could think about it and her mind was, she considered at least, free from his grasp, none of his words had any logic or reason to them. His charisma simply drew them in, along with promise of protection. Even when they were killing people for sport. Indeed, they had all done awful things.
The cries of her baby pulled her away from her thoughts however, and despite the baby crying she couldn't help but smile. "Aww ssshhh ssshhh its okay baby its okay." She held the baby close to her chest and patted him softly on the back. He just needed to be burped. She lay him down and looked at him fondly. He had her best features, along with possessing many of Franklin's. Franklin's hazel eyes, her small round ears, Franklin's full lips, her button nose. The baby was of mixed race and black and Hispanic, yet he appeared like a light skinned black baby, She wondered if others would see him this way, and would they ever see her own Hispanic heritage in him, even if she herself was rather light skinned. She wondered if her long raven hair would accompany him as he got older. She'd prefer the baby to grow hair as fast as she did, rather than Franklin's that seemed to take months to simply grow down past his ears.
Her thoughts were interrupted as Franklin was brought in and put onto the bed. Picking up her baby her jaw dropped. "Oh my god what happened!" She exclaimed, not asking.
"He took a bullet in the last charge." Said the sisters as they dropped him uncerimoniously onto the bed. "We'll get the doctors."
"Fuck fuck fuuuuuuck." He wheezed out as the muscle around the hole in his leg seemed to pulse.
Standing by his side with the baby in her arms, she held the baby's face close to her chest, not wanting him to see his father's bloodied leg.
