Role-Play The Admiralty

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  1. Doc

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    The crimson hued light of the setting sun was the only illumination that breached the stained glass windows of the throne room, an ambient glow cast upon the chamber as if by the work of some form of dark spell. Shadows crept forth from the corners, lingering upon the fine tapestry and carpeting that adorned the room's walls and floors. Just hours ago this chamber had been filled to capacity, the Empress herself seated upon her royal throne as Lord and Lady alike begged for the scraps from her table. This place was, perhaps, the very heart of the Empire. Nestled safely within the confines of the Imperial Fortress, it was from here that the blood of the land pulsated forth into the veins and arteries that spanned the length of the entire continent. And soon...

    ... the world.

    MUSIC: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RJnqvgZIXVA&feature=related

    "I am afraid I do not share your optimistic appraisal of the situation." spoke a voice as deep as Hell and smooth as velvet, a distinct accent audible whenever it uttered a vowel. Its source was a pair of cracked lips set upon an aging face, flesh both rough and lined adorned with thick gray tendrils spanning the length of the scalp and filling the small expanse between the man's upper lip and large nose. He was dressed in fine garb, a dark maroon Admiralty jacket bearing golden adornments and accolades resting upon his broad shoulders. He stood upright, his chest protruding in a dignified manner as his calloused and aged hands remained clasped comfortably together behind his back, his posture supported by one good leg while the other was a prosthetic forged from some dense alloy mined from deep within the Earth. Between his teeth he bit down loosely upon the mouthpiece of a fine pipe, its length spanning downwards in a deep slope before plunging into a deep, wooden bowl from which spilled an ocean of dark smoke that encircled the man's head as though it were a concealing mist.

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    "Truly? Then please, I implore you, grace us with your extensive knowledge on the subject." came the reply, though the voice that spoke it was by no means so hypnotic as the first. Certainly, it too was one that sounded each word with grace and poise, every syllable uttered polished to shine. However, whereas the earlier voice had been a deep bass that could lull one into a trance the moment that is graced their ears, this second spoke with a tongue of a much higher pitch. Sarcasm and conceit oozed forth from the man's throat when his pale lips parted, a hand clad within a fine glove woven of white cotton raised up to his forehead to brush aside a golden lock of hair.

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    "I must warn you, Lord Raegar, that I am highly susceptible to flattery." the first smirked, two thick pillars of smoke slowly rising from the corners of his mouth as he spoke, "I do not believe we should be so swift to move against the Vulshan. Let them bicker amongst themselves yet a while , allow their discord to run its course. The seed we have planted has only just begun to blossom. Let us allow it to fully come into fruition and yield fruit before we reap the harvest. If convenience demands that we accelerate our designs, it would be a simple matter to instigate their civil war ourselves. Surely by this juncture it would take but a minuscule spark to set their entire nation aflame."

    "Your words do hold some degree of weight." Lord Raegar replied, his gloved hand now raised to grip gently at his chin in thought as he took several paces forward, his brows furrowed, "And you, Lord Gears? What say you on the matter?"

    MUSIC: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B-8I-SET1ec&feature=related

    The man in question, or more the thing, turned his head from where he stood within the darkness of the shadows. His form was rigid and hard and the sound of his breathing, slow, uniform, and mechanical, filled every nook and cranny of the royal chamber in which they stood. The turning of gears and cogs could be heard with every motion that he made, the culmination of man and machine simply answering with a slow nod of the head and a nonchalant motion of the hand.

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    "Ever the linguist." Lord Raegar snorted in amusement, the corner of his mouth tilted upward into a snide and arrogant smirk at his cohort's response. Admirals Gears was, without a doubt, the most proficient of the men assembled in the art of conversation without the use of words.

    MUSIC: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s369Cmn-pi0&feature=related

    "So, what? We just let them kill themselves off?" questioned a voice that had not yet spoken, its point of origin a man clad in crimson and black. His cloak spilled down from about his broad shoulders before kissing the fine carpet that lay beneath his feet, the sleeves of his jacket rolled back as he crossed his arms to reveal several scars that ran deep within his flesh.

    "If you're going to commit genocide then at least have the backbone to do the deed yourself." he remarked coolly, his gaze narrowed in question at the men who had already spoken, "Inciting a civil war... it's cowardly. Certainly not worthy of the Imperial standard. If you want a war then face them head on and meet them in battle. You owe them at least that."

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    The first man to have spoken could not resist uttering an amused chuckle as Lord Raegar simply scoffed.

    "Lord Cormac, you forget these are Vulshans we are speaking of. Surely you would not suggest sacrificing the lives of Imperial soldiers simply to put down a rabid pack of dogs." the snide Lord replied, raising a brow as he spoke. Lord Gears remained silent and still.

    "Men and women, just like you and I." Cormac responded, raising his head slightly as he spoke, "Soldiers."

    "Like you and I? Men? And women? Hardly." Lord Raegar snorted with a shake of the head, taking several steps towards a window to cast a bored glance down upon the ants that crawled beneath them, "Dark skinned, heathen beasts that inbreed and revel within their own muck and filth? You may not hold your house in high regard, Lord Cormac, but I pray you do not compare my stock to that of such... dogs."
     
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    "The measure of a man is not the blood that flows within his veins, but the sweat that shines upon his brow."

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    Lord Raegar flinched visibly at the sound of the new presence within the chamber, his shoulders now rigid as he slowly turned to face the source with a grimace upon his face.

    Before them stood a giant of a man, his shoulders wide and his chest profound. Upon his face a collage of wrinkles and scars meshed together, his aged and stern gaze having come to rest upon the smaller form of Lord Raegar. The newcomer was clad in the most elite of military garb, his person buried beneath a sea of accolades upon his chest for distinguished military service. This was a man who had sacrificed all for his duty and would continue to do so, having given up his own arm in the service of the Empire. In its place resided a colossal and crude contraption forged from steel and powered by steam, his human ligament replaced long ago by a weapon of mass destruction.

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    "Graham." smirked Cormac, offering the giant a nod and receiving one in kind.

    "Cormac." he answered, the voice of the man as hard and rough as his appearance.

    MUSIC: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RJnqvgZIXVA&feature=related

    "Your affairs in the Lorenge keep you overdue? A troublesome affair, a pity so fine a soldier must be dispatched to wander through rotting weed and festering water." the first Lord spoke, exhaling a thick column of smoke from his nostrils once again, "It would seem her highness does not favor you as her father did."

    "I am at the Emperor's service, Bukolov, whether it be the father, daughter, or son." Lord Graham responded evenly, rough flesh meeting cold steel as his hands came to clasp one another behind his sturdy back.

    MUSIC: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B-8I-SET1ec&feature=related

    "The Empire is an infected lamb, and she the plague." Lord Raegar snarled, the gaze of the other men coming to rest upon him as he spoke, "As the appointed shepherds of this nation does it not fall to us to remove this... parasite? She leeches upon the throne as though it were a dying calf."

    "You would do well to remember that you are her servant first and a Lord second." answered Graham, his eyes narrowing as he looked to Raegar from the corner of his gaze, "Loyalty without question. Obedience without hesitation. That is the oath that was sworn by each man standing here."

    "Do not preach to me of my duties, Graham, I am well aware of where my loyalties lay." Lord Raegar growled in reply, stepping towards the larger man as if in challenge, "I swore to serve this sovereign nation from all enemies, foreign and domestic. You think her friend and not foe? She rapes the namesake to which we have sworn fealty. She will see her father's house reduced to naught but ash and rubble."

    "... if that is the Emperor's will." Graham answered, his expression even and under control. However, upon further inspection of his brow one would find that it seemed to have begun to twitch slightly at its end.

    MUSIC: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2vnRX_OOTj4&feature=related

    "Lord Graham, surely you must agree that at least some degree of restoration must occur. If things continue to transpire as they have been since her stunt before the senate..." Lord Bukolov paused, allowing the imagination of the other Admirals to make his point for him. Lord Raegar scowled bitterly, his arms coming to cross themselves tightly over his chest.

    "Stunt? It was a coup de'tat. Clever bitch..."

    "Lord Raegar..." Cormac spoke, gesturing with a hand for him to mind his tongue while gesturing warningly towards Graham with a nod of the head. Raegar's scowl only intensified, the arrogant Lord directing his glare elsewhere to appease Cormac and Graham.

    "Policy is not our prerogative. The authority to make and reform the law lies with the Emperor and Senate." Lord Cormac answered Bukolov's earlier remark, offering an understanding smile as he spoke, "We are merely the arm that enforces those laws."

    "We are the Emperor's will. May it manifest." Graham quoted the Oath of Admiralty, earning nods and murmurs from all men assembled within the chamber save for Lord Gears and Lord Raegar.

    MUSIC: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gO84eMlA6YI&feature=related

    "So we sit idly by as she reduces the aristocracy to a common mob?" Raegar questioned, his hands now balled into tight fists as he stared down Graham, Cormac, and Bukolov, "She would give any common slave with ability to bear arms the title of Lord and set them as our equals! This can not stand! Those who came before us roll in their graves!"

    "My forefathers were but poor men. Yet here I stand." Graham narrowed his gaze, though his stern military composure remained, "Breeding alone cannot decide worth. Will you hide behind your noble blood forever? Nobleness cannot be inherited. It must be proven through action."

    "Ha! Of course the Emperor's Hound would say such! You would have all who comprise the nobility cast to the wayside to drown in the mud and filth. The foundation of this Empire was laid by our hands, Graham! We, the upper class, who forged a utopia that will last a thousand years!" Raegar extended a finger towards Graham, pointing at him as if calling him out, "... with or without an Emperor."

    "Insolent wretch!" Graham roared, stepping forward and reaching for the blade that lay sheathed at his waist as Lord Cormac lunged between the two with his arms outstretched.

    "Lord Raegar, you overstep."

    "Such is the sign of true patriotism." Raegar snarled, his hand hovering above his own blade as well.

    "In her highness' Throne Room? You DARE?!" Graham seethed, pulling his sword free and holding it at the ready, his gaze resembling that of a man intent upon murder, "You dishonor us all!"
     
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    "Know your place, Graham, you are speaking to those who are infinitely above you." Raegar smirked, his fangs barred menacingly, "You think yourself so high and mighty because you command the Imperial Guard? Your elites are nothing! I speak for the entire Eastern Fleet, at any time I could brush you aside as I would a fly from my arm! You are outnumbered a thousand to one!"

    Graham's gaze shifted to meet Cormac's, the man who blocked his path to Raegar shaking his head sternly. Inhaling deeply, Lord Graham sheathed his blade once more and allowed his hands to hang at his sides.

    "You stand for sheep. I stand for lions." he spoke coolly, his composure regained, "One of mine would fell a hundred of yours even when unarmed."

    "Even when unarmed, you say?" Raegar questioned sinisterly with a raised brow, his hand suddenly flying to the pistol upon his hip, "Lets test that theory!"

    Without hesitation Graham stepped forward, grabbing Cormac firmly and hurling him from where he stood blocking Raegar's shot. Lord Raegar raised his weapon and aimed for Graham's head, firing a single shot that resounded throughout the chamber.

    And then his eyes went wide.

    MUSIC: (Skip to 2:53) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=REpE0Q4XyWI&feature=related

    Graham continued to stand with his feet planted firmly upon the ground, his gaze as cold and barren as death itself while the corner of his mouth turned upward in amusement. Within the grasp of his mechanical hand, clutched tightly between the index finger and thumb, sat the bullet that Raegar had fired from point blank range.

    Admiral Graham had caught the bullet.

    "I speak for Lions, my lord." he repeated his earlier words, crushing the ammunition nonchalantly before dropping it to the floor, "But your words ring true. You command the Eastern Fleet. And as such your usefulness to her highness has yet to run its course."

    Lord Graham turned his back on him, moving towards the archway through which he had entered the royal chamber in collected, poised strides.

    "But if a day comes when there is no one left to fight... know that such a place is not for you. On that day, you and I will have words."

    And with that the giant was gone, his massive form vanishing through the entrance.
     
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    "That was not prudent." Lord Bukolov spoke, his voice accompanied by a thick cloud of smoke that rolled forth from between his lips. Lord Raegar scowled deeply, holstering his firearm while casting a fierce glare in the direction that Lord Graham had gone.

    "The man is insufferable!" he fumed, adjusting the collar of his Admiral's jacket in annoyance before looking to Lord Cormac, "You, my good Lord, must choose which side of the line you stand upon. With Graham and his miserable ilk or with those who stand before you, your brothers-in-arms."

    "I was not aware I was the only one who had not decided." Lord Cormac answered, his gaze shifting to Bukolov and Gears, "The two of you have already settled yourselves in this matter as well?"

    Lord Gears turned his head to look to Bukolov, motioning with a hand for his colleague to speak.

    "We feel that it would be... lucrative to keep an open mind on the matter. For the time being we stand for her highness, but should the opportunity present itself..." the gray haired Lord breathed smoke once again, "One must accept the changing of the tides."
     
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    Standing politely just outside the doors to the throne room doors Silvia the servant stood perfectly still holding a special arrangement on a silver platter. The arrangement held a finely aged bottle of red wine with five delicately shaped wine glasses. Also in an expensive silver case were five cigars, a cutter, and some matches. Silvia heard the voices on the other side of the door raise in volume. Then there was the muffled sound of a firearm. This made two of the soldiers in the waiting room start to move towards the double doors.

    She smiled sweetly and intercepted them. “It was likely just a chair breaking under that steel fellow’s weight. Besides do you really want to go in there boys? Those are the most powerful members of the military and they are having a private discussion.” Unsure of what to do the soldiers allowed Silvia the servant to gingerly place a hand on one of their shoulders and turned them back towards their post.

    Cursing to herself Vanya realized the distraction of the guards had made her miss something important in the conversation on the other side of the door. Now she quickly realized one of them was stomping towards the door at a very unpleasant pace. With a smooth motion she slid beside the door into her original position just as the doors slammed open and a hulking giant of a man stormed out and past the guards who caught off guard attempted to stand at attention and salute but Admiral Graham had ignored them and was already past them.

    Vanya was pleased that she was also ignored after all she was Silvia the servant. One of the unseen pieces of the royal court. The very reason she enjoyed this persona so much. None of the high ranking personnel especially the nobles ever even acknowledged the servants existed. A few moments past and she step forward towards the door knocking politely as any servant would when bringing fresh refreshments.
     
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    As the sound of Vanya's fist wrapping upon the large double doors of the Throne Room the Admirals' conversation came to an immediate halt. They looked to the source of the sudden sound with curiosity, save for Lord Gears who simply cast his gaze out the nearby stained glass window as something of mild interest caught his artificial gaze.

    "Come." Lord Cormac called, grateful for the interruption. He found himself silently wishing that Admiral Graham had remained.
     
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    Silvia the servant entered the throne room silently with her head pointed downward. She glided into the room silently and professionally as any servant of the royal house should be. Glancing around she noted the positions of the admirals her eyes also noted the deformed piece of metal lying on the floor near the center of the room and the mild scent of gunpowder.

    "Refreshments M'lords." Silvia the servant said humbily then holding up the tray fearful of the important visitors in the room.

    Vanya tried to calculate which of the admirals would have fired on another in the throne room. Hopefully they would ignore Silvia the servant long enough to start speaking again and give her a clue. Otherwise the evidence pointed to Admiral Graham who fled the scene. This made very little sense to Vanya as Graham was always one willing to settle arguments with his blade not a cowardly attack of a bullet.
     
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    Lord Raegar stepped forward with his chin pointed upwards, his gaze held above that of the servant girl in a gesture of superiority as he took a glass of wine in hand and swirled the liquid about before taking a sip.

    "It will suffice." he snorted in annoyance before turning his back upon the woman and returning to where he had stood just moments ago, his gaze narrowed in Lord Cormac's direction as the crimson and black clad Admiral took a glass of wine as well, bowing his head to the servant respectfully.

    "My thanks, madame." he spoke before turning to look back at his fellow lords. Unfortunately it seemed that their gaze had returned to him once again, their expressions one of expectation. Lord Gears remained off to the side, still gazing at the world beyond the stained glass window as if he was unaware that the others were even present.

    "And so?" Lord Raegar pressed, gesturing with his free hand for Lord Cormac to speak, "With whom do you stand?"

    Lord Bukolov silently removed his glass of wine from the tray in Vanya's grasp, his eyes narrowing at her face momentarily before moving to Raegar. His expression was composed and cool, but his gaze showed obvious irritation that his colleague would press such a matter in the presence of a witness. Before he could instruct the woman to leave, however, Cormac responded.

    "I stand for the Empire and the citizens with which it has been charged to protect."

    "You are playing coy, Raegar. Speak freely." Lord Raegar interrupted, his tone one of irritation as the motions of his hand quickened as a gesture for his fellow Admiral to be out with it, "Emperor or Senate? Paupers or Princes? Peasants or Nobility? What say you, where do you stand?"

    Lord Bukolov leaned in towards Vanya, casting an another annoyed glance in Raegar's direction.

    "You may go, now." he spoke softly, relieving the woman of her duty before turning back to the conversation. Lord Cormac paused, biting at the inside of his cheek before downing his wine in one gulp and setting the empty glass upon Vanya's tray.

    "I wipe my hands of this conversation. As far as I am concerned these words never reached my ears." he responded shortly before looking to the servant girl, "Come, madame, allow me to escort you."

    He mentally thanked the Gods for the woman's timing. Her arrival provided a convenient means of escape.
     
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    "Thank you. M'lords," Silvia the servant said quietly as she backed away slowly five steps still facing the admirals head still pointed toward the ground then she turned toward the door at a quick practiced pace. She stopped at a small table beside the doorway and set the tray down gently for the lords to use later at their convenience. Then she exited the room and resumed her post beside the door in case the military leaders required further assistance from a servant.

    Vanya listened carefully for anything else she might overhear through the thick door. Her mind carefully putting together the facts for her report.
     
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    Lord Cormac remained silent until the door was firmly shut behind him, the watchful gazes of the other Admirals palpable upon his back. Upon escaping into the hall he released a sigh of relief, allowing his eyes to drift shut for a moment before looking to Vanya with a grave expression.

    "I require your services, miss." he spoke apologetically, straightening himself and glancing back over his shoulder before speaking in a more hushed tone, "Admiral Graham. Find him and tell him that Cormac requests a private audience immediately. Inform him... inform him that his suspicions were correct. Let no one deter you from this task, nor speak a word of what I ask you to anyone. Do you understand, madame?"
     
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    "Yes sir," Silvia the servant curtsied before the admiral, "As you wish m'lord." Moving like a maidservant in a mild panic she travelled down the hall in the direction Admiral Graham had taken. Vanya did not like the look, was it fear? she saw in Admiral Cormac's eyes. It spoke of treachery and treason amongst the admiralty. Sanya thought of turning left and heading upstairs to the empress's chamber but Silvia the servant was in control and she did as she always would and follow the orders of those above her. She began to ask the other servants about the whereabouts of the admiral and within a few minutes she found him.

    Sanya was not tired but Silvia the servant was exhausted and panting for breath as she reached admiral Graham. "M'lord Admiral Graham. I beg your pardon sir but, I have a message from Lord Cormac." She glanced around to make sure no one would overhear her and lowered her voice like any servant giving gossip, "He says 'your suspicions were correct.' "
     
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    Jacob Muller proudly strutted among the halls of the admiral headquarters as if he owned the entire estate. He was dressed in a stylish, sharp, tacky, and fashionably correct business suit that cost a fortune. He smelled of cigar smoke and Lust, the cologne for real men. With every step there was a swagger to match his bubbling ego. His hair, which was jet black, straight, clean, and shinning, was covered with a leather bound and black-stripped fedora hat. The hat was a custom made, five-hundred and seventy-two Empire Bucks. Jacob walked with a dignified and self-respecting manner. He whistled as he walked as nonchalantly as can be.

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    Walking, running, and jogging all somehow at the same time was a woman in a red one piece dress and brown hair chased after Jacob in a semi-frantic and half depressing manner. “Jacob! Jacob, Jacob no! You’re not allowed in there now. Please, you’re going to get me fired. Stop!” This went on for up to an hour throughout different levels of the building. Jacob who reveled in causing the woman, and really anyone, pain, went from floor to floor on foot instead of taking the lift just to hear her torments, which were drowned a little by his constant whistling.

    When at last Jacob arrived at his destination he laid both hand on the huge doors before him and stopped whistling. Then, as if suddenly hearing the woman for the first time, he turned to look at her with a face of pure innocence. “Oh, sorry lovely. Didn’t hear you. Do try to speak up next time, will you? Thanks, you’re a peach.” With that last note hanging in the air, Jacob opened the doors, stepped inside, and closed the doors behind him.

    Jacob first looked around the room, noticing the admirals and a servant present, bowed low. “Pleasure gentlemen. Madam,” Jacob added with a nod to Silvia. “I sure do hope I’m not interrupting anything, and for your sakes I hope you won’t interrupt me. Two of you know the importance of what I'm about to say.”
     
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    <OOC: Doc & Matt are we going to have me edit out the posts of the general leaving and Sanya going after to match Matt's post or are would Matt prefer to shift his post. I think this one had a lot of potential and shouldn't be allowed to just die like it did without a true end scene.>
     
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    OOC: I'll post tonight or tomorrow, not sure what my plans are like yet. I keep missing this and the MEPRG cuz they're in the recruitment thread and not with the actual RPs. Gotta remember to check, my bad.
     
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    (We'll go with both options. Cormac and Graham are not in the Royal Chamber and are with Silvia, whereas Raegar, Gears, and Bukolov are still inside with Jacob)




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    "Mr. Muller," Lord Bukolov addressed the newcomer, removing his pipe from between his lips and surveying the man that had just entered the chamber, "You would do well to contact us through the designated channels should you desire a meeting. Your visit is most imprudent. Perhaps we should find a business partner with more... professionalism?"

    Lord Gears remained unmoving and disinterested, the sound of his turning cogs being the only indication that he was still even present.

    "The half-hearted have departed, Bukolov, let the man speak." Lord Raegar dismissed his fellow Admiral with a wave of the hand, "I would hear what he has to say."

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    Graham's gaze narrowed at Silvia's words, the corners of his mouth tugged downwards by some invisible force into the shape of a grave frown. The giant of a man nodded pensively, his expression turning as stoic as the grave before he looked back to the servant girl. His eyes had become thin slits beneath his tightly knitted brow, a feint glint playing within their irises that demanded unquestioning obedience.

    "You will report directly to Lord Cormac and inform him that the situation is being handled. His attentions should be focused on the operations and administration of the Western Fleet," The aged admiral spoke coolly, his command a deep rumble which promised pain if it was not answered with strict compliance, "You will then forget. Everything. You. Have. Heard. Today."

    He paused after speaking the last words slowly for emphasis, raising his nose slightly to gaze down upon what he took to be a simple servant girl.

    "Am I understood?"
     
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    (DOUBLE POST, OMG HAX)

    Note: Edited previous post, action's on Matt and Raymundo
     
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    “Y..Yes sir!” Silvia stuttered. Her eyes darted away as the servant considered if this bit of intrigue being reported to the other servants was worth her life. A look back at the massive man before her made some of the color drain from her already pale face as Silvia decided that no matter how juicy this tale would make her life was more important. She bowed lowly and turned to quickly be done with all this wicked business of dealing with admirals as soon as she could manage.

    Then Silvia was moving hastily down the hall. Vanya then began to judge what she had observed. The results bothered the queen’s Lord Graham the most steadfast and resolute out of the entire admiralty was malcontent about some issue involving the other admirals at best fearful at worst. However he had trusted a servant to deliver the message meaning he was not entirely afraid. This matter required further thought. Now Vanya had only to see how Lord Cormac would react to the news. Hopefully giving a better indication to what the admirals were planning.

    Silvia reached the doorway, she paused once again drawing the attention of the guards standing nearby but they remained at their posts. Silvia like any good servant of the royal court knew she could not just enter the throne room during a closed meeting between Lords without a good reason. The servant girl found herself trying to think of a reason and with a hasty thought to herself she took up an empty silver tray and a white cleaning cloth. She looked at the servant door for a moment then the main doorway and seemed to buckle but then straightened to her full height and nodded to herself to strengthen her resolve. Once again Silvia step to the main door and knocked.