Assassin's Creed: Golden Age

[AceSorcerer]

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Long ago, in the time of gods and men, there existed powerful artifacts known as the Pieces of Eden. Some of these artifacts could control human behavior while others could perform actions that bordered on magic. These artifacts were crafted by a race of ancient beings known as the Isu, or the Precursors.

Either way, these Pieces of Eden began to influence men since before recorded history, and with these Pieces power's exposed two groups began to form.

The first were the Templars, a group of people who believed that the Pieces of Eden were the key to human perfection. A perfect world, cleaned of all sin as free will would be completely eliminated from humanity, allowing for the Templars to mold the world in their image as all would obey they the dogma they set forth for them. To obtain the Pieces, the Templars formed a military-like organization, eventually assimilating themselves into the Roman Catholic Church for a long period of time. In the end, the Templars became a massively wealthy, multinational corporation known as Abstero Industries.

However, were it not for their rivals, the Templars would have succeeded long ago.

Born from outcasts, the Assassins rose in various forms before truly organizing into their modern strata in the 12th Century. They are driven by a series of three tenets, called the "Assassin's Creed." The tenets state that a member of the Assassins shall "stay their blade from the flesh of an innocent," "hide in plain sight, be one with the crowd," and "never compromise the Brotherhood." The Assassins sought to protect the free will of humanity, their mission continually to prevent the Templars from using the Pieces of Eden to enact their plans. As such, the Assassins became self-appointed protectors of the Pieces of Eden, doing their best to ensure that the Templars would never rise to realize their plans.

But the Templars are still adamant in their pursuit, refusing to give up even in the modern day as many locations of the Pieces have been lost to the sands of time. However, there lies one solution.
Blood holds the key.

Thus one encounters an age-old question- how does every living being on Earth share their species' instincts, a mysterious collection of primal knowledge and urges without ever have undergone such experiences themselves. So why does instinct exist? How can people know what they've never experienced?

The solution is in a person's blood, specifically their DNA. Instinct is derived from a principle known as genetic memory, where an ancestor passes on their memories to their descendants, with the latent access to these preserved memories constituting an individual's instinct.

It was thus that the Templars began to invest in researching genetic memory, eventually creating a device known as the Animus (plural Animi) that would permit any user to access the memories of their ancestors. By tracking down the living descendents of various Assassins, the Templars utilized the Animus to locate various artifacts and learn about the inner workings of their enemies. As such, the Templars began to track down other Assassins through genealogies, as the only ways to enter the Assassins Order is to be born into it or to be inducted into it be another Assassin. Many of those who were born into the Order resisted captured by the Templars, although this led to their own demise and the removal of their blood from their corpses. While the Templars could have others experience the memories of ancestors through the Animus Omega, such a process was highly unreliable unless an extremely versatile mind took to the chair. The Templars found it imperative to take any and all measures to ensure their success.

But, as the Templars adapted, so did the Assassins.

The followers of the Creed followed their tenet of hiding in plain sight, disguising various bunkers and meeting-places in commonly accessible buildings. Assassins themselves also began to take on an alias to protect the truth of their true name and family, to keep the innocent safe. Assassins took what they needed and mastered their skills not only with the blade and body, but with technology, learning to engineer massive cyber attacks and hack into even the most secure servers to gain information that their Order needed. Most importantly, they took this tenet and infiltrated Abstergo Industries, with agents ready to kill those who suspected them and learn of the Templars' plans, as well as "lose" an Animus or two here-and-there.

The Templars, however, responded in kind. Using their agents, the Templar Order sought to kill the Master Assassins and the Mentors- those who lead the Order and trained others, presented with the twin hidden blades as a symbol of their ability and strength. Without the experience and wisdom of these leaders, the Templars believed the remaining Assassins would falter under the weight of grief and their lack of understanding in their Creed. As such, some of the few remaining Mentors went into hiding in a hidden bunker only a few select Masters and apprentices knew of. The only viable solution was to permit younger and younger Assassins rise to the rank of Master and induct others into the Brotherhood.

One such Master is a twenty-five year old man named Shaun Connolly, codenamed "The Archivist."

Shaun was a seemingly normal young man. A student of biology researching the theory of genetic theory with his professors in his spare time, Shaun received the opportunity to have a laboratory internship at Abstergo Industries when he was twenty years old. Seizing the opportunity, Shaun was able to work on Animi although he was never subjected to them, even being given access to an Animus Omega model for his own private use. Utilizing it, he witnessed various memories until he came upon one of his ancestors, an Englishman by the name of Edward Longshanks, an Assassin during the War of the Roses.

From there, Shaun began to take time to research into the Creed while he wasn't working at his internship, the Brotherhood eventually learning of his actions and sending one of their Assassins to abduct him where Shaun was welcomed with (somewhat forcibly) open arms.

The Master Assassin Isaiah Luther, also known as "The Philosopher," took Shaun under his tutelage along with his two other apprentices. From there Shaun dedicated himself to the study of the Assassin's history and the age-old conflict with the Templars. Immersing himself in the ancient knowledge of the Order that was available to him, Isaiah granted Shaun the codename of "The Archivist," name that proved true as Shaun had much more difficulty adapting to the physical aspect of becoming an Assassin as opposed to the academic and philosophical aspect, having been not trained from a young age like many born into the Brotherhood. In time during his apprenticeship, Shaun became an agent for the remainder of his internship in Abstergo as well as a part-time job in their laboratory the following year, bringing various Animi and Templar data to the Brotherhood until he was discovered.

That was the first time Shaun had to take someone's life, using a guard's shock baton. Upon returning to his Master with the news, Shaun received his first hidden blade, advancing in rank amongst the apprentices.

Shaun was took to the Creed and was able to hide in plain sight long enough to finish his Bachelor's Degree at the age of 22, taking various additional classes in order to graduate in the fall. That winter he was fully inducted into the order, taking a Leap of Faith. From that point Shaun was sent to work with his Master and continue in his training in the Assassin's bureau in Springfield, Illinois, near a secret Templar training facility.

After a year of watching and investigation, the bureau was tasked with the infiltration and destruction of the facility. The Philosopher was in charge of the mission while the Archivist was appointed to be his second while they were accompanied by five other Assassins. The facility in question was a five-story building on a small campus disguised as an old automobile factory. Entering through a skylight in the eastern end of the building, the first two Assassins, followed by the Philosopher, took out the guards and began to secure the area while two more Assassins went to place various explosive charges throughout the building, leaving the Archivist and one other Assassin to locate and access the computer mainframe.

Heading north, the two Assassins took out a pair of guards protecting the master computer, the Archivist soon pulling out a USB drive as he released a massive cyber virus into the Abstergo network after downloading all of the available data and using a low-grade EMP grenade to disable the Templar servers located in the adjacent server room.

Exiting with the other Assassin, the Archivist kept to the shadows as he saw his Master and the other Assassins being surrounded outside by the Templars who had managed to find them before the explosive charges could be activated. Sending the other Assassin back to the bureau with the precious cargo. Making his way back to the rooftop where the Assassins had left some of their supplies, the Archivist opened a briefcase that contained a modular rifle system. Assembling into sniper configuration and attaching a suppressant, the Assassin trusted in his training as he emptied the only two clips of sniper rounds they had, taking down enough of the Templars to get his fellow Assassins enough room to start fighting. Pulling out the pieces of his longsword, he assembled his blade and made his way up the fray, joining in as two of his brethren fell, leaving himself, two apprentices, and his old Master. The Philosopher spoke up in a grizzled bass, fighting with his collapsible quarterstaff.

"Archivist! Where's the objective?!"

The Archivist would respond in a low baritone, utilizing his hidden blade as well as his longsword.

"It's safe, on the way to the bureau!"

"Good!"

After a few moments, the four managed to ascend to the rooftop, out of the eyes of their enemies as they spoke in hushed tones.

"Shaun, I need you to take these apprentices back to the bureau and don't look back."

"Master, what are you saying?"

"I need to stay behind to activate the explosive before they find them. My blood to protect yours and for the Creed. Now go!"

"Master…"

"I said go!"

And so, taking the other two apprentices, four of the seven Assassins returned to the bureau as the elder Master Assassin sacrificed himself in order to do what needed to be done, refusing to compromise the Brotherhood.

After the Assassins' headquarters were informed of the mission, Shaun was called to come before the regional Mentor, one of the leaders of the Assassins Brotherhood. It was in that moment that the USB was delivered so the intelligence could be shared with Assassins around the country after backup copies were made in the bureau in Springfield. In that meeting, Shaun was promoted to be a Master Assassin, taking the second hidden blade as a symbol of his new rank as he rose to take his fallen predecessor's place.

True to his code name, the Archivist became one of the foremost experts in the Brotherhood regarding the Pieces of Eden and the histories of the Assassins and Templars. In this time he took on a few apprentices himself, some born into the Brotherhood and some brought into it, and came responsible for some other Assassins as well.

On 12 January, 2021, during the second term of the Trump presidency, the now 26-years-old Shaun Connolly awoke in the middle of the night, seeing a foreign chat room.

>>We work in the dark.
>>To serve the light.
>>Welcome, Archivist. I am the Navigator.
>>You're one of the Guardian's men, aren't you?
>>Correct. The Mentors have a mission of the utmost importance for you and your cell.
>>Must be pretty important for them to use the Blackroom Server to communicate this.
>>Yes. Be warned, if any information leaks of your mission reaches the Templars it could severely damage your chance of the success. Do you wish to proceed?
>>Do I have a choice?
>>Fair enough. The Templars have been targeting Mentors and Master Assassins, draining the corpses completely of their blood and spinal fluid, especially in Asia. Along with what other intelligence they've gathered, the Brotherhood has learned that the Templars are seeking the Koh-i-Noor.
>>The Fountain of Light? The Templars must be pretty confident or desperate to seek that out. Or both.
>>I'm sure you know the consequences if they obtain it. Your mission is to prevent the Templars from finding the Koh-i-Noor and harnessing its power.
>>Do we have any information on the Templars seeking it?
>>A courier will provide you a USB drive containing all the information we have in regards to this mission at Chicago-Rockford International Airport. Do not take any grenades or firearms, the Mentors have arranged for you to be provided them as well as transportation when you arrive in Bombay.
>>Bombay? I thought we had a strong presence in India.
>>Not as of late. All we can get through are your hidden blades and what melee blades you can hide on your person and in your bags. You will find the airplane tickets printing off in the bunker.
>>Anything else?
>>No. Good luck, Archivist. Remember, nothing is true.
>>Everything is permitted. Farewell, Navigator.

Getting dressed and noticing it was roughly three in the morning and that their flight left around nine, the Master Assassin ran his hands through his hair and ruffled it, yawning loudly as he made a mug of black coffee using his Keurig machine, chugging half of it down before he began to pound on the doors of the other Assassins, seeing to it that they all woke up.

"RISE AND SHINE, SLOWPOKES! We have a new mission from the Mentors! Everyone get out of bed and be in the common room dressed by three o' clock! That gives you all a little more than ten minutes! Let's get a move on, the fate of mankind, as always, is in our hands here!"

The Master Assassin then made his way into this common room, making a large pot of coffee as he stood in front of the television, leaning against its stand.

 

[Dakup]

Doc' was still passed out from the long day of training he had the day before. He was tired, sore, and just a little hungover. He looked over at the alarm clock that was sitting on the nightstand. It said 02:50. He put his head down and began to mumble to himself. "I'm gonna fucking kill something or someone...."He said with a sigh as he rolled out of bed. He shuffled over to the dresser and grabbed the pair of pajama bottoms laying on. Doc' was a little bit of a contradiction when he sleeps. He wears boxers and nothing else on his bottoms but wears a long sleeve tee and a hoodie on top.

With his hoodie pulled up over his head, he shuffled out into the common area. He looked over to see Shaun. His eyes were still half asleep. His eyes went from him to the coffee. He shuffled over to the coffee and took a cup. "The world better be in absolute fucking danger.... It's 02:53 in the morning... I'm gonna kill someone if it isn't..." He said before adding a copious amount of cream and sugar to his cup of coffee.

He shuffled over to his seat and sat down. He took a sip. After he looked over at Shaun and yawned. "First one up as always..." He said noting the others were still asleep. Doc' was always the first one for everything. First one up for his rank. "Now this had better be fucking good..."

 

[LuckycoolHawk9]

Gabriel stared at the clock when Shaun started to yell that it was time for them to rise and shine. What the fuck time was it even? He looked over at the clock and paused. It was 2:50 in the morning. God fucking damn it, he hadn't even been asleep for three hours. It was mostly due to him watching an hour of YouTube that he was too young to watch when it first arrived. Okay, and he might have been playing Candy Crush for one hour after that. And to be fair, he had started reading a novel. That lasted for another hour and he had only finished his training at 9PM. He was not happy to be awake right now.

Gabriel had fallen asleep, half dressed. Thankfully, his boxers were on, but otherwise, he had fallen asleep with nothing else on. He threw on his clothes rather quickly and he straightened his hair up to make sure that it looked good before he left the room. After two minutes of doing that, he looked over at the mirror and make sure that his computer was off. It was. He took his earbuds and old timey music player ( Ipod shuffle, green) from his dresser and slid them into his pocket. He needed something to listen to on the flight later and he wasn't about to pay for the damn cheap headphones the airline provided for most people, not this time. He also slid his phone into his pocket, thankful it had charged for once. He slid his apprentice blade into his hoodie. He grabbed his orange juice bottle from the cooler he kept in his room.

After another two minutes, Gabriel found himself in the common room and silently looked over at the pot of coffee and tilted his head. He wasn't much of a coffee guy. Actually, he kind of hated the beverage. He looked around at him and sighed, hoping that he wouldn't pass out. He wasn't exactly talkative, but he was especially irritable when he hadn't any sweet to drink and was on three hour sleep. He sipped on the orange juice waiting for Shaun to ask anything.

@AceSorcerer @Dakup

 

[Meng]

It was early in the morning when Miakoda heard Shaun's voice outside her door asking for everyone to get up and meet in the common room. Unlike a few of others, she had been up for an hour already since she had gone to sleep pretty early the night before. Sitting up on the bed with a book in hand, she slowly made her away out of bed wearing a simple tank with a pair of shorts, still reading as she made her way out of her bedroom. Looking up for a second to see the others in the common area, she quietly greeted them. "Good morning..." She said before sticking her nose back into the book she had. It wasn't usual for her to be distracted, yet the book she was reading some technology she currently had much knowledge of, to begin with.

Making herself a cup of tea along with grabbing an orange to eat, she walked back to where everyone was and finally pulled her attention from the book to peel her orange, while sipping at the warm liquid. "It's quite early in the morning for a roundup, Shaun." She said as she popped a piece of orange into her mouth, wondering what was going on. It was normal to get assignments at any given time, but this time it must have required the entire team instead smaller groups or just individuals taking care of the situation.

 

[Shalashaska]

Conference Room
Abstergo Animus Project Laboratory

"As usual, they have proven to be more resourceful than expected." The voice was obscured, and the visage of the individual speaking was completely blacked out. Such was the case whenever the Inquisitor communicated with the rest of the Templars; very few had heard the person's true voice, and even fewer had seen them. Speaking through a large screen that was projected from the center of the table in the conference room, the Inquisitor carefully observed the gathered Templars.

They had all been handpicked, for one reason or another. Each had a unique talent that made them integral to the task required of them. And, while the Inquisitor would have personally preferred a few specific Templars, the fact of the matter was that even they were slowly being stretched thin by the conflict with the Assassins. So, they had to make due - though, not to say they were scraping the bottom of the barrel.

"With the pressure we're applying on the Assassins, and the data we've been gathering, we've possibly located the Koh-i-Noor. You all know what it is capable of - and you know that it is integral that we retrieve it. There's a slight chance that the Assassins know our objective, so be wary. Above all else, we must retrieve it before they do. When we do, peace will exist in our world." The Inquisitor spoke, the masking of their voice hiding the jubilant excitement in their voice.

"We believe it could be in Mumbai, possibly Nagpur. After the briefing ends, there will be a helicopter on the helipad prepared to take you to the airstrip where you will head to India. We believe the Assassin presence to not be what it once was, but do not be mistaken - they are still a threat. Now go, and may the Father of Understanding guide your steps." The Inquisitor said as the transmission cut.

There was silence, until the sound of half-hearted clapping filled the room.

Swiveling in his chair, Andrew continued his almost mocking applause as he looked between his fellow Templars.

"Well, jentlmen, shall we be on our way. Our dear Inquisiteur has made it obvious time is of the essence." He said as he stood, stretching until he received the satisfaction of his back popping. He was 'familiar' with his fellow Templars, to some extent. Shawn was the only one he'd even truly consider a 'friend', and even that was stretching it, to some extent.

 

[LuckycoolHawk9]

Richard had been invited to this meeting and he had been standing there and listening to the words that the Inquistor speak to them and somewhere in the middle of his speech, he had become lost in his own thoughts about how much he wanted to kill his assassin brother. He hoped that he was wherever they were going and he could prove him for the umpteenth time that the Templars were better and indeed more prosperous than being a hired killer. He smirked a bit when he heard that it was India they were going too about them.

After the man was done talking, the silence in the room couldn't be cut- except it could.

Andrew had to do his mock applause, one of the many things that annoyed Richard, not that he was going to admit it to the man.

" Yeah, I am pretty some that we all heard him. We have to take the helicopter to the air strip and to India. So, what exactly are we waiting for? As you said, time is of the esscene and we have none to waste. I imagine that the man isn't wrong and the assassins are still going to stop us from our missions. It's all too common for us to be stopped by them, time and time again through history. It's no big secret either. So, let us have this victory for once because I have a feeling it will be the most important one," he said. Hopefully, he hadn't annoyed the other with his speech, specifically Andrew, Shaun and Langley. Otherwise, he expected hell if he did.

@BlueFlameNikku @Thuro 116 Pendragon @Jageroux

 

[Princess Rose]

The blonde had been up in her room practicing her throwing skills, when Shaun's voice cut through the silence of their base. Her eyes narrowed as hair escaped from her high pony-tail. Her clothes were already on and her bag was setting next to the door packed as it always was. She grabbed her bag and her thrown knives and made her way into the common area stretching and popping her back as she walked in. She dropped her bag behind the couch and looked at Shaun.
"You are so lucky I actually slept all day today and that I was actually awake." her blue eyes narrowed at Archivist. Annaliegh's arms crossed over her chest and took in the other's around her. Not many people noticed when she was in the room, because she was silent thus earning the nickname The Wraith. The scar on her left cheek was a glaring reminder of her own close call. She after that day took her missions with more seriously and much more carefully now. "Alright now what is the mission today." She looked over at Miakoda and took in her cup of tea and proceeded to go to the kitchen and make her own cup of mint and strawberry tea with honey sugar.
Upon returning she leaned against the back the couch next to her bag and looked at the Master who was not much older than herself. She always hoped that one day she would make it to master. She rolled her head around her shoulders as she waited for more info of what was happening and why he suddenly called a meeting with everyone.​

 

[BlueFlameNikku]

Slumped back in his seat with a duffle bag behind his head like a pillow and a small glass of whiskey and coke loosely held in one hand Shawn Price casually listened to the Inquisitor's briefing with a relaxed expression. His brown hair scrunching up against the green bag and his scarred right eye on full display with no sunglasses, eye patch or whatever people do to hide their shames for Shawn held few to none. He listened and listened and listened till the words stuck into his brain like tacked sticky notes just before the projector turned off and thus the new team was left to their own devices.

Shawn brought the glass of whiskey and coke to his lips to sip at it, keeping the glass to his lips as he listened to Andrew's display. In Shawn's eyes Andrew seemed to be an alright chap passed on what he knows. A year younger than Shawn yet a single rank higher in the order, a full fledged Templar; it did make em his senior. However, the eye scarred man didn't truly "respect" another without seeing reason to do so with his own eyes. You respected those who respected you. If people of higher pecking order than you give you shit, just smile and go along for the ride. It was easier that way anyways and people like that usually get theirs at the end of things.

After finishing his glass and putting it back down on the table Richard piped up. On the other hand with Richard he was older but lower in rank. I'm certainly playing the part of the middle man in this group aren't I? He says to himself in his head joking to himself. This guy was seemed really really opposite to Shawn's liking. He seeming way to eager to kill or be killed. Doing the work of the order is a noble task yes but your of no use to anyone if you act reckless and end up dead. I may have to watch this rash lad. He thinks to himself once more before letting out an audible sigh followed by a soft grin. "Hey hey Richard, calm down calm down." Shawn says casually as he stands up, not looking directly at Richard while retrieving his two duffle bags filled with his equipment slugging one of them over his shoulder. "Think positively of thy victory and thou shall have it. Dwell upon failure with rash action and ruin shall be all that you receive." These being some helpful words of encouragement Shawn's father would tell him from time to time. Such words may seem somewhat out of place considering Shawn's persona at a glance.

Shooting his vague smile at his three compatriots before he began to shuffle off towards the sliding door that leads out of the room, patting Richard on the shoulder whether he was still seated or standing at the time as he passes by. "Besides, if you stay all wined up like that you'll be ill fit for operations when we arrive. I recommend a good book, The Tales of Henry the Lion-Heart by John Hither. If you want it while we are on route ask away, I've got it in here along with a few others." Saying so happily before exiting out the door making his way to the helipad intent on getting the most comfortable seat on the helicopter ride to the airport.

 

[Thuro 116 Pendragon]

The Koh-I-Noor. A wild goose hunt for another Piece of Eden. Wonderful. But, perhaps it would be too soon to count this as a complete loss. There are potential gains that could be found in India, contacts made, perhaps a new retailer for rare herbs and poisons.

Langley Hikoboshi - codenamed Tengu in confrontations with his group's existential opposite – curled his hands around his cup of tea as he listened. To the outward observer he would appear to possess an almost otherworldy stillness, though in reality he was simply waking up. He was not quite as young as he used to be, and the green tea was for more than just the taste.

Slightly raising an eyebrow as Clark when on his small tirade, he spoke simply, and shot straight to the heart of the matter. "Have you considered the reason that we have had our advances halted 'again and again throughout history' in because we acted in undue haste?"

Rising behind Shawn since he truly had little to add to the briefing, to instead turned to fire a parting shot at the man he'd been speaking to prior. "Instead of the Lionheart, I'd recommend Pope Alexander VI and His Court: Extracts from the Latin Diary of Johannes Burchardus. You may find it relevant."

Then, he departed with the other Templar.​

 

[Shalashaska]

Andrew only smiled in response to Richard's little... Speech. He believed the guy had potential, but he couldn't help but feel as though it was possibly limited by his peculiar personality. From Andrew's perspective, it seemed like Richard was constantly on edge, and everyone knew about his penchant for violence. Andrew felt as though Richard would be a great Templar, eventually, but only if he could operate with a bit more refinement. And he needed a lot more... Patience. And he needed to be calmer.

Clapping his hands, Andrew laughed before literally shrugging off Richard's little rant.

"Calm down, copain. No need to be so soucieux. Just chill out and calmez-vous." Andrew said while finger-gunning Richard, clicking his tongue before a cheeky grin spread over his face. Hands in his pockets, he quickly caught up with the others and followed them to the roof. "I assume you shall be overseeing this, Langley?" He inquired, knowing that Langley was technically their superior, but sometimes lower-ranking Templars were given a chance to prove themselves. Though, Andrew doubted that would be the case - this was certainly too important, but it didn't hurt to ask.

 

[LuckycoolHawk9]

Richard really hated it when people patronized him. It was not on his list of favorite things to happen to him and he wasn't about to respond with any of them about the books and didn't respond to any of them before they left. Before he left, he went back to his room to grab his cryptogram notebook along with a plane. If he was going to survive a long plane ride with all of these men, he was going to need distract himself somehow. And unlike people, codes didn't judge you or mock you. He also grabbed his own cryptic code before he left the room.

Being the last to arrive at the plane, he waited to see if Andrew was right about Langley leading them. It wasn't that he wouldn't be happy about it. It was more likely that he wanted to scream from the idea of it. To stop himself from snapping at someone, he looked down at his cryptogram book and decided to write something down. Something to distract himself. 81903080J8140 30UJ81K, 81J41K: 915050K5091. If anyone bothered to look over at what he was writing down, it would look like gibberish, but it also showed that he was annoyed at them, based on the crypts and silence. Unlike the crypts he left for enemies, this one was relatively simple. He still wasn't going to tell them if they didn't figure.

@Jageroux @BlueFlameNikku @Thuro 116 Pendragon

 

[AceSorcerer]

"Alright, Assassins, listen up!" The Master Assassin commanded respect amongst his friends, the Assassins assembled in the common room as their Master downed the rest of his coffee before speaking up once more.

"We have received an emergency mission from the Mentors of the utmost importance. The Templars have begun to seek a Piece of Eden, an incredibly powerful one known as the Koh-i-Noor. We will be boarding on a plane to Bombay, India, from Chicago-Rockford International Airport. I want you all to have a week's worth of clothes packed by four-o-clock, along with your melee weapons and hidden blades. The Brotherhood wasn't able to get it so our firearms and explosives would pass through security. However, we will be provided with firearms, explosives, transportation, and an Animus unit when we reach Bombay. I will be receiving a package from one of the Brotherhood's couriers at the airport containing the finer details of our mission. We'll split up into two cars. Aiden will lead the second car with Jason, Marcus, and Xenia. Kyper, Lukah, Lillian, and I will be in the first car. We'll get breakfast and coffee at the airport. Everyone be at the cars by four! After that we'll lock down the bunker until part of the cell from Chicago comes down and takes it over for now. I'll be back in here after I pack to ask any and all questions."

Shaun went to his room, packing his clothes, toiletries, laptop and electronic gear, his collapsible shortsword, and his modular longsword in his black duffel bag, shouldering it after pulling over a grey overcoat to hide his hidden blades and keep warm before grabbing his cell's passports and returning to the common room as he inspected the tickets. True enough, they would be bypassing any and all inspections and only have to walk through quick customs. Setting them all on the coffee table and pocketing his own, he pointed out their location to the Assassins in the room before he walked over to the security panel, selecting settings until part of the Chicago cell took over, walking over to stand by the television soon afterwards.

 

[Thuro 116 Pendragon]

"Overseeing? Yes. Not taking command. This is a joint venture, and we all have something equal to offer. In a fight, I have no doubt that Andrew will be best suited to take point, and I will gladly defer to his judgment." Langley's eyes flickered over their four man group, and considered. Andrew would be essential in a fight, and would probably be the man that he would have to rely on the most when if they came into direct conflict with the Assassins. Shawn would be useful on the overwatch, but relegated to a backseat in the presence of the former Templar.

Richard shared a similarly small history in business with Langley himself, though the latter would admit to being more of a general historian and doctor than businessman. Richard was more suited towards cryptology, which could be helpful if applied in the right regard. All in all, not as perfectly rounded as he would have preferred, but possessing enough versatility to overcome most obstacles. But they had one glaring weakness that would surely hurt them in the long run.

"I will clear now so it doesn't lead to confusion later on. We are obligated to put aside all personal differences in the stretch towards the greater good. And just like that, we have to trust each other with our abilities, and if we come into personal conflict with the Assassins, our lives." Langley looked at each of them in turn, the gaze he turns upon them giving a small glimpse of the reason he ascended to Master Templar in a mere ten years. "We're going to need secure more help on site. If there is one glaring hole in our pooled abilities, it is technological expertise. But, that can be arranged on the plane ride over."

"Does anyone have any questions or concerns? I'd rather air them now before we move onto the field."

@Jageroux @BlueFlameNikku @LuckycoolHawk9​

 

[BlueFlameNikku]

Shawn would give a look of slight worry at the frustration that could be seen in Richard's actions though Shawn would nod to Langley's words. "Yeah Langley is right, we all got picked for this for a reason after all. We'll all do our part." He pauses for a moment. "In regards to concerns on my end of things make sure to keep your ear pieces tuned into our frequency so I can keep you guys filled in and vice versa. I plan on all of us coming out of this with victory in tow." At this the man laughs. "No sense in winning if ya don't do it right." Again attempting to keep things light until they get to the field.

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[LuckycoolHawk9]

Gabriel was always quiet during these moments. He had respect for the Master Assassin and he had only known the man for a little while and he was curious to what the mission would be for the two of them. He was quiet.

Gabriel paused and listened. A message from the Mentors meant that the Templars were looking for something of importance and they were close to it. If the Assassins didn't believe it was a danger, they wouldn't have mentioned it. He had never heard of this piece, but knowing them, they sometimes just showed up. He nodded and paused when he didn't hear their names or more particularly his name. Was he staying behind to do something since he was an apprentice or was he just going deaf now? He did say he wanted all of them packed, so he wasn't about to question it too much. He hoped that there was a tea option to get at the airport, coffee was not his favorite beverage in the world and especially one to consume on a long flight. It also didn't help that Gabriel needed to eat light. He suffered from airplane motion sickness and couldn't gorge like the others. It was an unfortunate truth that he had gotten used to and he was careful about most things. He bit down on his lower lip and went back to his room to start preparing the clothes and the other things he would need to bring with him to India for their short little week trip there

Gabriel went back to his room and gathered his stuff. He pulled out ten different hoodies to take with him, ten shirts, ten pair of blue jeans, a little bit of his hair gel that he used. He threw in his laptop, seven books, his shuffle charge, and his hidden black along with his combat knife into his leather jacket pocket . He also took another sip of his orange juice that he hadn't finished from earlier. He wasn't sure why, but he also grabbed his old cell phone. It was dead- but who knew? He also grabbed his passports and headed back into the common area. He walked over and grabbed his ticket and walked over to Shaun to ask him a question. " So, where exactly am I entering the airport and what car I am taking? I didn't catch it before," he said meekly, and lowly. He was shy after all.

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