ic Praetorians: The Deadly Dozen

[Thevshi]

GM 

The Praetorians quickly set to work on their assigned tasks.  Rux and Pheydyn were taken back to where the Devotion was waiting on the landing field they had originally landed at and placed into holding cells which nullified their abilities.   

The unconscious escaped criminals were all gathered up and transported back to the landing field as well, the powered criminals placed in holding cells as well, while the normal criminals were simply disarmed and put under the guard of the surviving crew members of the Sar-Lan. 

With the powered ringleaders of the escape captured, the remaining escaped prisoners were quickly rounded up and brought to the landing field as well.  With everything seemingly under control, Lor citizens began to venture out onto the streets, wanting to get a look at those that had come to help them and join in assisting the crew of the Sar-Lan in holding the escapees that were to be left on the planet until other transport could be arranged.   

The Praetorians learned that when X'Madi and her crew had taken over the city, they had executed the governor and several other leaders as an example to the rest of the populace.  The Lor official that had been forced by X'Madi to meet with the Praetorians when they had arrived was one of the senior most officials until new elections could be held, and he was with the Praetorians at the landing field when all the remaining escapees had been rounded up. 

"I would like to thank you all on behalf of the people of Dreed III." He stated to the gathered Praetorians, a small crowed of Lor gathered around as well. 

[Tiffany Korta]

 

The danger passed  Sitara has shed the armour and was instead in her more comfortable jumpsuit, it wasn’t planned but it did mean she wasn’t easily identified with any of the Praetorian heroes. Which was fine as she was pretty happy that she could help, after so many rewards just knowing people were safe and happy was it’s own reward.

 

“I think the people want a speech boss. And we know it’s something you do so well.” Sitara gently tease there Imperatix, something that came from a long mutual respect.

[Exaccus]

Moon-Moth had also undergone a change of wardrobe upon being politely informed by one of the officials that nudity was a taboo in lor society when he enquired as to their particular choice in outfit  and whilst it wasn't strictly necessary for him he felt it would be more accomodating of him to oblige this esoteric bit of cultural difference and had opted for the standard and usually ceremonial clothes of his ancient and lost people, loose fitting robes coloured with his houses purples and bronze, his fluffy mane poking through the opening on the front, a lanturnians handsomeness or beauty was not entirely dependant on their plumage of course, but a clean, well kept and particularly fluffy mane was considered to be a part of what made a male handsome along with colouration, eye-size and antenna length.

 

It also didn't help that it made him more comfortable as well as he stood before a crowd of uncertain and wounded people, able to empathize in some limited, Moon-Mothish way with their loss from his own mind shredding brush with grief, something that in his first century of life had never experienced before the loss of the majority of praetorians in the final push against the communions initial incursion; Lanturnians could and did die. biologically immortal and resilient as they were; It was however so rare that his culture had no real understanding of it, save for the few moths throughout the millenia it had historically driven insane.

 

And so he found himself standing their in uncomfortable silence, wearing the nicest clothes he could think of for what he knew to be something of great significance in most cultures doing his best to empathize with beings he barely understood over that most simple and shared of all experiences in the multiverse.

 

Pain and Loss.

Edited February 26, 2017 by Exaccus

[Vahnyu]

Mater Vyrdna recalled the Drones, after they had finished scouring the battle-damaged area. This part of the planet at least seemed safe for the time being; those who were trapped under debris were rescued, and those who were working with the twelve convicts were rounded up. "Good job." she congratulated them, and ordered them to dismantle and restore their original form and function.

 

Afterwards, she lend a hand with transfering the remaining prisoners to the Devotion. They prioritized the ringleaders, those who had powers and exceptional talents, so Vyrdnaya had little to worry about the criminals who'd remain on the planet Dreed III, until their transport would arrive. A problem for another day, then.

 

Now, she was standing at ease, with her hands behind her back, as the Lor Official made his address. Corona and Cavalier at her sides, Vyrdnaya listened solemny, as she remembered the events of this fateful day.