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Apologies for the wall of text, this is just to get the exposition and setup out of the way. Barakiel's lines were written by StormShaun)
Now children, shall I tell you a story of high adventure in a strange land, one of action, espionage, gunfighting and fantasy?
....If not, too bad, I'm telling you anyway. Our story begins, or rather resumes, in the AA realm, wherin the authorities have a little issue on their hands....
Richardson and Archangel Barakiel.
Location: UNIT HQ | Locked room.
Time: ?
"Commander, we've finished the scans on that fleet." The junior officer stood there, slightly nervous as his superior pulled out a bottle of whiskey from the desk. "
Estimated time until they reach Sector 01?" The man asked without looking up from his phone, only returning eye contact after replying to the message he just recieved.
RE:RE: Respond ASAP said:
Code:
What did I say about being discreet?! Just appear in my office alright?
-R
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Typical Seraphs..." He slipped the phone back into his pocket, giving his full attention to the officer, now even more nervous. "
Well?" The officer jumped, this was his first day since being transferred to headquarters. Being in front of the Head of a munti-national army and the Spymaster of Great Britain was a a little more than unerrving.
Who drinks on the job!?
"T-Two weeks Sir. Though their trajectory suggests their heading for Angel sectors." Richardson finally smiled, "
First piece of good news I've heard all day. Dismissed."
Good luck getting out of this one. He slowly stood up, waling over to the dne of the room to ensure the door was locked. He then sat back down and put his feet up, waiting for his inevitable appearance.
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Any moment now."
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Being discreet isn't really for the electrical elements."
A voice echoed quietly inside the locked room. Looking around, electricity began to seep out of multiple sources. Any electronic equipment within the room had weird, blue, slow moving electricity coming from it, all slithering towards the floor. From there the electricity built up in an empty space until it formed a human-like body.
Hairs were standing on end as static made minor effect. Once the human-like body became more detailed, it grew into the known figure that had almost destroyed the world a while back, a fact that this being certain being hated.
AA Barakiel (Without wings and sword) [http://i1058.photobucket.com/albums/t417/StormShaun/my-fallen-angel-3-fallen-by-lauren-kate-31162259-800-515_zps375db4c4.jpg]
Easily leaning on then nearest wall casually, Barakiel took a long look around the room. "
Thank God I could get in here, a lightning bolt would be ... too much." He said with a partly worried tone, yet the Heavenly being kept smiling as if he was happy not being shot on sight.
Richardson was pouring a second glass of whiskey as Barakiel appeared, used to the spectacle of The Angels at this point
If's there's one thing a spymaster needs, it's a flashy entrance.... He simply sat down as Barakiel's form now manifested. "
Ah, covert as always."
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Anyway, let us talk. There was a reason why you called me here, if I was late, I apologize. It was because I had a 'big package' to deliver, even then I met some unexpected people in the area."
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Of course. you don't work in this business without having to deal with... unpleasantness. I'm not sure if Warriors of 'God' are allowed to drink, regardless." He pushed the second glass across the desk towards Barakiel. "
Now, as I'm sure you are aware, since the... unpleasantness... realtions between our peoples have been rather strained. The work towards the cleanup is appreciated, though we still have a lot left to do. The prospect of us having to be on the guard against your lot wearies me, as I'm sure it wearies you. I'm hoping we can begin to ease these issues through co-operation." He reached under the desk and produced a dossier of pictures, placing them onto the desk. "
Our deep space satellites caprured these images on the far end of the quadrant, 72 hours ago."
The pictures inside showed a massive fleet of warships, far larger than the combined fleets ot angel ships to appear at Earth thus far. They appeared anachronistic, a bizarre blend of technologies and magical constructs.
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The readings suggest the ships possess technology from almost every current faction on earth we know to have been involved with the Dark Angel Crisis. We have no idea who is behind this. All we know is that what readings of the portal they came from matched that of the portal that appeared before The Rising Dawn disappeared. I believe one of your men was assigned to work with them, yes?"
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Far larger than mine I am afraid. Even before that event." The Archangel commented on the photo, to him it looked incredibly large, even larger then his original fleet before the Angel Wars. A look of worry filled his face, "
How many years did this take I wonder? And just how many technologies this army has?" He questioned the vast mysteries that surround these photos.
Picking up the glass and taking a small sip, the other worldly being nodded to himself. "
In this state of mine, alcohol doesn't do much, only taste. Still, not bad to drink once in a while." He muttered to Richardson, returning to his recent question. "
Yes, Storm. He is stationed with the Dawn ... although it has been a while since his last report to The Blackhawke." Barakiel's face still looked worried, even burdened.
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There are many things we all regret." Barakiel said once more, yet looked away from the informative man that offered him a simple drink.
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I believe we need to do something about these ... visitors."
Thank you for stating the obvious Archangel, now we ay be able to actually do something productive.. Richardson shook his head at his bitter mental response, he was trying to be diplomatic after all. Then again, this could be the
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Indeed. Especially since they appear to be on a course towards your domain." He stood up and approached Barakiel. "
You know we don't have the resources to fight this. You'll be on your own, and I doubt you can hold this back for long. We have enough threats as it is. I propose an alternate solution."
He produced a second dossier and placed it on the table.
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You could send them back to the universe where this fleet came from, just before they left. It's the best chance they have of finding who is behind this and stopping them. I apologise for laying this at your feet, but I have enough to handle here as you can tell"[/quote]
The Archangel held his hand up after Richard spoke a apology. "
An apology is not needed." Barakiel said, his mouth forming a playful smile. "
... you do what you can. Earth is a busy place." He shrugged in his seat. Staying silent for a few seconds he nodded towards the UNIT leader.
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Yeah, that sounds better. We would only last a year, or less, depending on our luck." He responded to the plan, grabbing the dossier on the table, looking over it in detail. "
Time and universal travel ... we should be able to do that. Then I'll move my fleet to a more defensive position as the Dawn changes this certain fate." The Archangel said as he tapped the folder, a more serious look on his face.
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Thanks for the plan. I should leave immediatly ..." He said, stepping up from the chair, readying himself for the plan ahead of him, though he wondered if Richardson would forget about this meeting after the Dawn are successful ... if they are successful. Shaking his own head as if it was a sin, the Archangel should have more faith in the Dawn. After all, they did help him ...
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Well then, I think you have a job to do. Get to them before someone else does, you know their penchant for getting into bizarre circumstances."
Quite like this one actually.
