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Thuro 116 Pendragon
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~Homecoming~
There had been no final goodbyes for the trio of Assassins.
Max was still seemed to be angry at the old Assassin, and as for his other relationships he'd already had his Rocky Balboa final fight against Felix. When the other man had complained about him using a giant robot as backup, Ezio had just explained that battles were won by who had the bigger gun, and Ezio had always had the bigger gun. He'd then rode Liberty Prime back to the others as the robot SWAGgered back to the shuttle that River had brought.
Desmond didn't quite have the same sense of joy that Ezio did at receiving a giant killer robot that decried communism. Of course, that was probably just his worry over the identity of the people that had attacked his people onboard Serenity. It was bound to happen, it was the nature of his kind to always have their opposites at the backs of the Order. One couldn't exist without the other. But did it have to happen so soon?
They needed to chance to regroup, to become strong. Running, hiding. That's what had killed them in Desmond's time. They needed a place to fall back on. A place that could be sieged and held.
They needed a home.
There had been no final goodbyes for the trio of Assassins.
Max was still seemed to be angry at the old Assassin, and as for his other relationships he'd already had his Rocky Balboa final fight against Felix. When the other man had complained about him using a giant robot as backup, Ezio had just explained that battles were won by who had the bigger gun, and Ezio had always had the bigger gun. He'd then rode Liberty Prime back to the others as the robot SWAGgered back to the shuttle that River had brought.
Desmond didn't quite have the same sense of joy that Ezio did at receiving a giant killer robot that decried communism. Of course, that was probably just his worry over the identity of the people that had attacked his people onboard Serenity. It was bound to happen, it was the nature of his kind to always have their opposites at the backs of the Order. One couldn't exist without the other. But did it have to happen so soon?
They needed to chance to regroup, to become strong. Running, hiding. That's what had killed them in Desmond's time. They needed a place to fall back on. A place that could be sieged and held.
They needed a home.
Desmond looked at Ezio, and for the briefest of moments the old Bleeding Effect flickered to life. It wasn't Ezio riding atop of Liberty Prime, it was Altair kneeling on a beam, looking over the home of the Assassins. Over the place where they had belonged, until the arrogance of two men had brought it all crashing down around their heads.
Masayaf.
He turned to River, and nodded. There was no need for words. There never was. She was with him till the end, and would find him in the darkness.
She knew he had to make a side trip before he accompanied them. For little Arya, and for himself.
The Assassins were coming home, and he would join them in their Sanctuary soon enough.
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If Ezio could have had Leonardo paint a portrayal of Sofia's face at the very moment when he had returned with a small army of Assassins from the future, he would have been a happiest man on the earth. Not that he wasn't already. He had her after all.
River and Ezio had been put in charge of fortifying and updating the fortress, and finding a way to keep the people in the region from discovering a bustling hive of activity that was several hundred years ahead of their time.
Crichton was in charge of finding a way to bring Liberty Prime from the dead world to Earth. Not an easy feat, but a necessary one. It would defend from any attacks short of a orbital bombardment.
Over the next few weeks, the Assassin Order slowly but surely reclaimed their home, with Desmond returning halfway through the upgrades and nearly having a heart attack at how everything was arranged. He wasn't exactly pleased that they had taken the time to build an armory, but had forgotten [spoili]
[/spoili] to build his quarters. He'd ended up sleeping in the drafty Mentor's study until they had fixed their "mistake".
Ezio had actually stayed with the Order despite his insistence that he was done, although he declined going out on field missions, preferring instead to live with his wife on the edge of the town. It was better for everyone that way. The Assassins would be free to forge their destiny, with a little help from the past.
All of these improvements weren't for nothing. They were entrenching themselves, preparing for a battle. For a war. Their enemies had returned, but they were ready.
Desmond in particular was training more recruits than he'd ever had before. He'd been training with them for fifteen hours a day, then assisting in the upgrades for another five. He was trying to keep busy. Keep from thinking about her. And it was working for the most part. They were rebuilding what had been lost, slowly but surely.
He wasn't the greatest Mentor ever to live, and he took council from Ezio quite often, but he was what they needed right now. Solid and dependable, if a little jokey at times.
His name was Desmond Miles, and he had brought them to the beginning.
Masayaf.
He turned to River, and nodded. There was no need for words. There never was. She was with him till the end, and would find him in the darkness.
She knew he had to make a side trip before he accompanied them. For little Arya, and for himself.
The Assassins were coming home, and he would join them in their Sanctuary soon enough.
~~~~
If Ezio could have had Leonardo paint a portrayal of Sofia's face at the very moment when he had returned with a small army of Assassins from the future, he would have been a happiest man on the earth. Not that he wasn't already. He had her after all.
River and Ezio had been put in charge of fortifying and updating the fortress, and finding a way to keep the people in the region from discovering a bustling hive of activity that was several hundred years ahead of their time.
Crichton was in charge of finding a way to bring Liberty Prime from the dead world to Earth. Not an easy feat, but a necessary one. It would defend from any attacks short of a orbital bombardment.
Over the next few weeks, the Assassin Order slowly but surely reclaimed their home, with Desmond returning halfway through the upgrades and nearly having a heart attack at how everything was arranged. He wasn't exactly pleased that they had taken the time to build an armory, but had forgotten [spoili]
Ezio had actually stayed with the Order despite his insistence that he was done, although he declined going out on field missions, preferring instead to live with his wife on the edge of the town. It was better for everyone that way. The Assassins would be free to forge their destiny, with a little help from the past.
All of these improvements weren't for nothing. They were entrenching themselves, preparing for a battle. For a war. Their enemies had returned, but they were ready.
Desmond in particular was training more recruits than he'd ever had before. He'd been training with them for fifteen hours a day, then assisting in the upgrades for another five. He was trying to keep busy. Keep from thinking about her. And it was working for the most part. They were rebuilding what had been lost, slowly but surely.
He wasn't the greatest Mentor ever to live, and he took council from Ezio quite often, but he was what they needed right now. Solid and dependable, if a little jokey at times.
His name was Desmond Miles, and he had brought them to the beginning.
