Angels Lost - The Arrest
Morning
Isis Macrow had a plan. Today was the day she was supposed to go see how the alterations to the robe she was planning to wear to the wedding! Among other errands, and visiting her father, since she hadn't seen him in person in a while.
Isis PINpointed into an allyway near the tower, and started down the sidewalk.
Needless to say, she was recognized.
Enforcer Headquarters
It was quickly left, all of them on patrol, empty for the most part.
General Martok was waiting for her to make an appearence. The citywide camera system on the public roads still worked, "She's heading south--" He paused, narrowing his eyes at the image. "...Be quick about it, and destroy the timepiece on her wrist when you get to her."
The fellow on the radio was confused, "..Sir?"
"Believe me when I say I know my timepieces, and that timepiece is a portal device."
"Yessir!"
"And I will be there momentarily."
Main Street, South.
"Isis Macrow! Stay where you are!" The shout echoed from around, as various individuals in uniform surrounded Isis. Isis quickly took a stance in natural reaction, right hand raised, left behind her, ready to summon her staff. [Vendya! Something is--]
The message was cut off by the PINpoint exploding on Isis's wrist. A sharp-shot that made her yelp and grab her wrist in pain. There wasn't any blood, but that was sure as hell gonna bruise, the remains of the device clattered to the pavement as Isis stood more defensively, now.
"Isis Macrow." Martok had arrived in a short time, "You are under arrest, for the charges of aiding and abetting fugitives of the Skyderian Empire."
"W-what?" Isis's eyes were wide, "But that's.. what?! That's not possible, the Empire's not established."
Several of the uniformed individuals came up on Isis's back, grabbing her wrists.
She, naturally, resisted. Raw spell energy, moreso out of the hand with the ring, burst outwards, knocking them backwards, arse over teakettle.
"Silence her!"
One of the mages with Martok gestured, and Isis's head was momentarily swathed in a bubble that vanished. She grabbed her throat, unable to speak, and unable to cast spells as a result as well.
"Take her to the brig, make sure the restraints are on her firmly, Isis is far more powerful than her father," He looked down at her, towering well over her, "and she is not to be harmed under an circumstances. She'll be taken to Technopolis within the hour, understood?"
"Understood, sir." They grabbed Isis's arms again. She squirmed, and practically froze when the iron collar was locked around her neck. Her senses suddenly dulled, powers unable to be accessed when the Silence wears off.
Isis Macrow had a plan. Today was the day she was supposed to go see how the alterations to the robe she was planning to wear to the wedding! Among other errands, and visiting her father, since she hadn't seen him in person in a while.
Isis PINpointed into an allyway near the tower, and started down the sidewalk.
Needless to say, she was recognized.
Enforcer Headquarters
It was quickly left, all of them on patrol, empty for the most part.
General Martok was waiting for her to make an appearence. The citywide camera system on the public roads still worked, "She's heading south--" He paused, narrowing his eyes at the image. "...Be quick about it, and destroy the timepiece on her wrist when you get to her."
The fellow on the radio was confused, "..Sir?"
"Believe me when I say I know my timepieces, and that timepiece is a portal device."
"Yessir!"
"And I will be there momentarily."
Main Street, South.
"Isis Macrow! Stay where you are!" The shout echoed from around, as various individuals in uniform surrounded Isis. Isis quickly took a stance in natural reaction, right hand raised, left behind her, ready to summon her staff. [Vendya! Something is--]
The message was cut off by the PINpoint exploding on Isis's wrist. A sharp-shot that made her yelp and grab her wrist in pain. There wasn't any blood, but that was sure as hell gonna bruise, the remains of the device clattered to the pavement as Isis stood more defensively, now.
"Isis Macrow." Martok had arrived in a short time, "You are under arrest, for the charges of aiding and abetting fugitives of the Skyderian Empire."
"W-what?" Isis's eyes were wide, "But that's.. what?! That's not possible, the Empire's not established."
Several of the uniformed individuals came up on Isis's back, grabbing her wrists.
She, naturally, resisted. Raw spell energy, moreso out of the hand with the ring, burst outwards, knocking them backwards, arse over teakettle.
"Silence her!"
One of the mages with Martok gestured, and Isis's head was momentarily swathed in a bubble that vanished. She grabbed her throat, unable to speak, and unable to cast spells as a result as well.
"Take her to the brig, make sure the restraints are on her firmly, Isis is far more powerful than her father," He looked down at her, towering well over her, "and she is not to be harmed under an circumstances. She'll be taken to Technopolis within the hour, understood?"
"Understood, sir." They grabbed Isis's arms again. She squirmed, and practically froze when the iron collar was locked around her neck. Her senses suddenly dulled, powers unable to be accessed when the Silence wears off.