A cold, bitter wind blew across the rich, green fields. The blades of grass, uniform in every aspect, quivered at their station, but held firm. The wind howled between the imposing stone statues that lined the courtyard, surrounding the royal court. Several ships, ranging from large cruisers to small, personal crafts, descended from the grey skies in the distance, their engines illuminating the hazy, sleet rain with a bright cyan hue.
Theo stood alone in the courtyard, his metal leg pushing against the wall as the tip of his tail thrashed around impatiently. He watched the ships intently, blinking the rain away from his eyes.
As if today wasn't bad enough.
The royal courthouse truly was a spectacular sight to behold. Shaped like a pyramid, it had been built in such a way that it sat perfectly in the centre of acres upon acres of immaculately kept, luscious green land, stretching out for miles. Only the courthouse's imperial architecture pierced the landscape, along with its surrounding ensemble of stone protectors. These statues would do little in a fight of course, but the hanger of elite dragoons built into the cliffside was a very different matter. Positioned towards the endless grey sea, the dragoons were ready to launch at a second's notice, should anyone threaten the royal family's authority.
The main path leading up to the courthouse was as wide as two streets, made from glittering, thick slabs of granite, and guarded by yet more stone statues, spaced at regular intervals along the path.
Around the main building were six smaller facilities, similar in stature to the courthouse but much less grand in both size and appearance. These facilities were essentially hotels with no charge, which the members of the different ranking divisions and the public could stay in as required. Although the housing was classy and immaculately kept, their use was often lamented due to the nature of requiring their services.
The sound of heavy footsteps snapped Theo's attention back to the ground. A small group of dragons was quickly making its way up the main courthouse path. Evangeline walked in the centre of the group, her high heels clicking against the smooth stone path in unison with the XITD security guards around her, elegant as ever. She was dressed in a sharp black and blue suit. Only one person in the group marched out of time: Scyler, skulking a few paces behind Evangeline. Theo glared across the way at them as they passed, but Evangeline didn't even acknowledge his presence; she kept her chin up and eyes forward. Her comrade, however, could not quite match her dignified poise, and struggled not to make eye contact with the rhargnorn.
Prick.
Theo watched with a steely stare as the formation climbed up the courthouse steps and disappeared inside.
You're gonna get what's coming to ya. Just you fucking wait. Theo's hands clenched tightly into fists, anger rising in his chest. His mind flashed with images of Evangeline's cool but smug expression, as he gritted his teeth and begrudgingly signed off on that report, of Mooki in her box office, on the brink of tears, and then that... creature with Mooki's memories, who had attacked him...
Cool it, Theo, we haven't even entered the building yet! I don't need another strike with the royal family.
He took a few long, deep breaths, and managed to calm down a little. As the anger faded away from his chest though, concern washed in and took its place instead. Through the misty rain, he could just about make out Jace's silhouette, marching quickly up the path. His shoulders were hunched, and as he got closer, Theo could see that Jace looked exhausted. His tie was wonky, his blazer undone, quite frankly, this was the most dishevelled Theo had seen Jace in... years.
"Jace!" Theo forced a smile and strode across the courtyard to greet his friend. "I was starting to get worried there! You were almost late for being early! Never thought I'd see the day where I arrived somewhere before you."
Jace cast a tired glance up at Theo, then mumbled something under his breath, which Theo couldn't quite catch. He watched as Jace fiddled about with his tie, and tried to tuck his shirt into his trousers whilst continuing with his quick pace.
"Are you okay, Jace? Can you do this... today?" Theo asked, matching Jace's stride. Jace didn't reply for a few moments, then sighed deeply.
"It's all going wrong, Theo." He replied bluntly. "I've just got off of a very... intense phone call with Seeth, that nomad czarite I've been working with? Do you remember Hendrik Griffin, bloke who runs the Fixer Den? Goes by Garnet."
"Garnet?" Theo scratched his chin briefly. "Oh, contract handler for the Merc Guild on the border? Worked for the BDA back in the day, didn't he? Has something happened?"
"His wife's been murdered." Jace replied, flatly.
"Murdered?!" Theo was taken aback. "Awh no, she was the one who always baked pies when you dropped by the Den, wasn't she? Damn good pies. I'm sorry, man."
"It's worse than that Theo..." Jace stopped at the foot of the stairs and leaned heavily against one of the statues. "...A squad of Vora Barons attacked the Den. She was killed during their raid." Jace sighed loudly, pressing his fingers against his brow.
"VORA BARONS ATTACKED A CONTRACT DEN?!" Theo almost shouted in shock. Jace gave him a quick lower your voice! look, and Theo quickly complied, glancing around to make sure no-one was close by. "Why?!" He whispered harshly. "That's neutral ground! You do not launch an attack on neutral ground. Fuck, I knew the Barons were ballsy mother-fuckers, but to attack a contact den? Everyone's gonna be after them now! I can't believe it. They must've made a deal with the Black Lance. Horrible fuckers." Theo suddenly stood bolt upright to attention. as if someone had flicked a switch in his brain. "Do you need me out there?! I'll kill Barons no problem, fuckers earned it. I'll go after the Lance too, just say the word." Theo's body was bristling with a fresh wave of adrenaline.
"No. I need you here. The Guild will dispense justice in its own time, not that any of the Barons who attacked left the Den alive anyway. The much loved Lockblade saw to that. But it gets worse than that." Jace grit his teeth. "Seeth, and a lot of the other nomads, are blaming me for the attack."
"What." Theo's voice dropped several octaves, a look of pure disbelief on his face.
"She's just finished giving me an absolute ear full - and I hate to say it, but it makes sense." Jace thought for a second, focusing on the cooling mist-like rain that was sweeping over them both, purposely avoiding Theo's concerned gaze. "We have a lot to discuss, privately, but for now, let's just focus on this."
He nodded towards the distance, and the dragons were greeted by the deafening roar of ship engines, descending onto a wide circular landing pad at the very end of the courthouse path. The ship was of an elegant construction of silver and gold, speckled with blue highlights and cyan engine flares. It was flanked by four similarly sized ships, all well equipped with sleek but powerful heavy armaments, compared to the smooth chassis of the primary ship. The fleet landed with a gentle clunk.
"The princess has arrived."
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