Boom! Goes the Plot Bomb

[Cptn Corizon 0]

Rain had started to fall on the grounds of Espania VI. The village’s simple dirt streets had quickly turned to mud and as he walked up the stairs to the large plantation house located just within site of a large orchard, he made an effort to keep the soft, purple velvet of his robe from swinging against the brown muck beneath his feet.

 

As he made his way up the stairs, using an oddly shaped staff for support, he considered how well everything had gone – considering. At the door he was met with by a figure whom to anyone else he was sure would be frightening – the tall, towering figure of Chief Ramekin.

 

Ramekin towered over most men, and the cloaked figure was no exception. His dark, bristled beard and deep, penetrating blue eyes added to the overall effect. If nothing else, he made an excellent enforcer.

 

“Chief Ramekin,” the cloaked figure said in a not quiet place-able accent, but one that stood out clearly from the other in habitants of the village. “I take it all is going well?”

 

The towering, bristled Ramekin nodded and ushered the cloaked figure inside, “Yes, Lord.”

“Good, good. I did not expect our guests to cause any trouble you can’t handle.”

 

At that moment there was a crackling sound that rippled out across the entire orchard. They both glanced towards the sound and the bridge.

 

“I do hope the good Captain wasn’t injured.”

 

“And if he was?”

 

“I shall be very disappointed. I will get over it though.”

 

“Should we let them get to the facility?”

 

The cloaked figure frowned. “I’d prefer that not to happen. Ideally we capture Corizon alive…”

 

“And the other… intruders… “

 

For a moment the cloaked figure stopped as they walked into the house, as if thinking. “They are of no use too me.”

 

Ramekin nodded as they sat down at a desk in a small study opposite a small screen that displayed static. Taking a small control pad out from under his robes, the cloaked man typed a code in and the static slowly cleared into a picture of a pale man in his mid-twenties.

 

“Ferad,” the cloaked man said. “I assume all is going well aboard the vessel.”

 

Ferad chuckled eerily, his face clearly only lit by the screen. “We’ve ran into some resistence, but nothing my pets can’t handle. “

 

“How are you progressing?”

 

“Their encryption codes are not too difficult, but main power is still eluding us for the moment, as is systems control.”

 

“Good… good….”