Javert, after casting his votes, had decided not to remain with the others who were milling about. He had instead headed for the City, intent on familiarizing himself even further with its twists and turns. What use was a policeman who didn't know his beat? None at all. Therefore, Javert took it upon himself to learn ( Read more... )

Everyone had their secrets- that was part of life. Some were good, some were bad, and some were so out there that people generally seemed to ignore them. Growing up on Tatooine there had been many things people being raised on the dustball of a planet were expected to be. You were strong or you didn't survive for long. Work was always needed doing ( Read more... )

Javert had his arms crossed behind his back, posture straight and immaculate. He stood on a bridge on a quiet, dark night, overlooking a fast-flowing river ( Read more... )

Javert had been reluctant to leave the relative familiarity of the ship, even for the promise of open air. However, he had had little choice and therefore had descended with the rest of the crew for 'Shore Leave', a concept he had not considered for a very long time ( Read more... )

Javert seemed to be organizing things in a section of the Sensoriums. He had been speaking with Chaucer for some time about organizing a work session on period weaponry (Speaking being the most general term for the rather strange state of communications between the two men, who still weren't precisely friends, but were more or less civil, which ( Read more... )

Lone had intended to go to Weapons and Possessions to try and find some of her gear. She missed her Pip-Boy, and wanted to find something more protective than the suit made out of plants. Instead, what she found was a treasure trove ( Read more... )

Leon had called for a full staff meeting for the Security team, though it was also open to whoever else wanted to attend. He had gone easy on his group since the Bridge mission, mostly giving them time to rest, recover, and deal with the things they've all been told. But now it was time to start moving forward again ( Read more... )

Javert was waiting patiently in a large, open field. There's an ominous promise of physical activity in the air. This is the sort of area that carries the foreboding feeling of target practice, exercise, physical drills, wall climbing, and other unfortunate things.

Equally ominous is the fact that Javert appears to be smiling.

Nicholas Angel was, by nature, not the happiest of men. There was no doubt about it from anyone that knew of him that he loved his job, that he was married to the service. Official vocab guidelines say "the force" is seen as too aggressive. The notepad was the greatest weapon any officer could ever have-that was one of his most fervent beliefs ( Read more... )

Javert has been walking ever since he learned his universe no longer exists. Slow, steady steps carry him around the city, past Notre Dame, past the Precinct. The careful, measured policeman's beat helps him to think ( Read more... )