briefing ♔ i will never know myself until i do this on my own

[wynn]

This is War- 30 Seconds to Mars

WHO || Wynn,  Jack, Hasmed, Lis'sa, Dovan, Solace, Koraith, Christos, Tia, Nessa, Grant, Buffy, Myri, Finnick, Spike,  Gar, Archer, Des, Fred Jr., Dumage, Mark, Alainn, Zero, Colin, Lan, Eric, Val'drin, Risa,  Anastacia, Faith O., Max R., Belle, Kadir, Edain, Sydney, Zatanna, Aurelius, Jaina, Erky, Davin,  Riddick, Jordan, Henry, Leia, Willow, Kate, Allison, Francesca, Bo, Han, Aedan, Rocket, Drax, Nathan, Maxwell, Sam, Faith L., Cora, Dimitri, Alanna, Jaime, Klaus, Gus, Andrew, Stiles, Lydia, Gold, Jackson, Adam, Miles, Penelope, David, Derek, Andie, Kali, Cara, Nels, Taradiddle, Abigail, Astrid, Bambi, Frankie, Rose, Helen, Alaric, Alice, Lissa, Alex, Emma F., Cordelia, Zoe,  Sebastian, Malina, Alcide, Phineas, Fiona, Arthur, Faye, Mars, Kate, Lila,  Jameson, Felicity, Thoster, Adi, Brantley, Hook, Emma, Eleven, Alisha, Will, Dean, Grimrot     [Closed]
WHAT || Andres War Briefing
WHERE || Knights HQ, Round Table Room
WHEN || September 19th [forward dated]
HOW || Actionspam. Single thread, please call dibs in the dibs plurk!

On the eve of battle, an impressive array of Knights gathers in the Round Table room of the castle.  The usually cavernous room seems tightly packed with this many bodies, and places at the Table are reserved for Wynn, the Section Heads, all those who have had any hand in the Talisman mission, including New York, and Christos, but who's going to argue with him, really.  The air buzzes with a mixture of impending dread and on some fronts, excitement.  It's hard to deny that there are those in the room who have wanted to make a move on Andres for years.

Wynn waits for the appointed hour, before nodding for the doors to be sealed and calling the meeting to order.  

"Before we begin, I'd like to thank each and every one of you, many who have traveled an extensive distance at a moment's notice to join us here today.  I understand that many of you have little idea what you have agreed to, but I hope that before the end of this meeting, you will come to understand what we are doing, and why it must be done.

Andres' Isle has been held under the sway of the man who calls himself their "Prime Minister" for nearly a decade.  In these ten years, he has turned what was once an idyllic country steeped in tradition into a tightly controlled fascist nation disguised as representative of its people.  

Andres is far from the only country to fall to such a fate over the course of history, and it has never been the prerogative of this Knighthood to enforce our own personal vision of some sort of world order onto any nation.  We are protectors of justice, and our enemy has always been both that which comes from the darkest depths of Shadow, and intolerance and prejudice that stems from this world. 

But Dimitris Sarandis has proven to be an exception, an embodiment of all the ideals we stand against, who has aspired to systematize the kind of violence and hatred that threatens the welfare of countless innocents under his rule.  He has used his position to exploit Shadowkind on the island to the point of conducting torturous experiments on them, designed to help him accomplish his goal of forcibly enslaving non-humans, so that they may serve what he sees as the superior race of homo sapiens.  

As if this were not enough, Dimitris knows of our existence, and wishes to tear down our organization, understanding that we pose a threat to all he seeks to accomplish.  To this end, he has conspired against us, kidnapped members of our organization and subjected them to brutal and vile torture, and attempted to blackmail us through detaining Sir Thomas Bancroft and now Sir Samcelot, into complying with his whims - to leave his regime alone entirely, to turn over our most ancient, powerful artifact, and for me to submit to death at his hand.  

Killing Dimitris alone will not stop the system he has created, and will not help free the people of Andres.  Most citizens of the country remain innocent, terrified into compliance, or completely ignorant of what Sarandis does behind closed doors.  These people deserve our help, and the only way to do so is to show them the evil that lurks at the heart of their government, gain their support in uprooting that evil, and assist them in stabilizing their country thereafter.   

To do this, we will need to go beyond the usual parameters of our missions, with a militant, strategic push into the island designed to seize the castle, and take down Sarandis' rule."   He pauses there, letting that sink in.  "What I will not stand for is a callous attitude towards the innocents who we seek to protect on the Island, during this insurgency.  Their safety will be paramount to our operation, and as such, speed is important to what we will be accomplishing.  Dimitris expects retaliation, but he also underestimates our tactics.  As such, rather than attacking the castle with an army, you will be deployed about the Island in a number of small teams, each with an objective that will help us cut off Dimitris from contact with his supporters, secure Sir Bancroft and Sir Samcelot's safety, free those who are imprisoned, and confront Sarandis, taking the castle in the process.

Details of these individual operations not withstanding, I imagine there are some questions.  I open the floor to you to speak."

Comments

[nothingsodivine]

I damn well hope so. Otherwise, we're probably gonna see some shit I really don't wanna see.

[daredtobelieve]

[She doesn't respond in words, but her confused look really says it all. What the fucking fuck are you talking about Des.]

[nothingsodivine]

Wynn in combat.

[like this is the only obvious answer.]

I like my image of him as an elusive Dumbledore type. It suits him.

[graveflowers]

[ a rogue flower appears holding a small letter in her hands after a disheartening chat with a tiny werewolf child. the plants in this area of the hall also begin to wilt and brown just from her presence alone. but the talk of harry potter summoned her. ] Dumbledore fights Voldemort in the fifth book in the Battle of the Ministry. And his fight with Grindlewald effectively ends World War II. [ jsyk. /nerd. ]

[daredtobelieve]

[Helen blinks. Oh hi, Vi. She gives the young woman a polite smile and a nod. Helen was probably friends with Rowling, lbr.]

Whatever the case, we'll hope it won't come to such drastic measures that he finds himself joining us on the battlefield.

[nothingsodivine]

I saw one movie in the hotel when you were watching a marathon. I think remembering Dumbledore's name at all gives me points.

[He frowns at Vi.. but i guess COMPLETELY MISSES THE DYING PLANTS OR THE LETTER SHE'S HOLDING LIKE A BOSS (wis crit fail...) So he's just like uhhhh i guess.]

[graveflowers]

Ten points for Gryffindor. Can you tell Myri I went back to my room? Great, thanks. [ and she's going to... go do that because everyone else is preparing for war and she's in the way. ] Good luck. [ flowers, out. ]

[daredtobelieve]

[Helen watches Vi leave with a frown. She's only talked to the girl once (?) but her wedding to Luthir was no secret- nor his death shortly after.]

I worry about her.

[You worry about everyone, Helen. You don't even know her. What are you doing?]

[nothingsodivine]

[she really is a funny girl that Viiii.]

Yeah, so do I. That poor kid's had it rough. And she handles her emotions about as well as I do.

[daredtobelieve]

God help her. [That might be a joke, even if it is in poor taste.]

Her name wasn't called. She's not coming?

[nothingsodivine]

She's pregnant.

[Give him a second. He's still reeling from that one.]

[daredtobelieve]

She's..? [Helen glances over in the direction Vi left and her mouth turns down in a concerned frown.]

I know we've all got quite a bit on our minds, but... Do me a favor and keep an eye on her, would you? Or see if you can convince her to come to me once we're all back and the dust has settled. Postpartum depression is extremely likely in widows. I'd like to help, if I can.

[nothingsodivine]

I'll get Finnick or Myri on that. Vi and I are sort of like oil and water these days.

[Not surprising- he's oil and water with a lot of people these days, but he has a hard time NOT PISSING HER OFF.] Not her fault- she's volatile and I've got a big mouth.

[daredtobelieve]

Hardly difficult to understand, given what she's going through.

[nothingsodivine]

Yeah. I can't imagine it.

[Well, he can. But he also can't. He wasn't married to Jade. Jade sure as fuck wasn't pregnant at the time. It was devastating, but he lost her at a time when the ties were only just binding. He's gotten enough clarity over the past year to know it was better for them both that things happened the way they did.]

And the only ones any good at getting through to her are Finnick and Myri. If I wanna help her, I have to look out for them. [Not that he wouldn't anyway. Myri's his Little Bit and Finnick is... Well, he's Finnick. Des was his fake manager for awhile there. And one time they shared a bed.]

[daredtobelieve]

Do your best to bring them home, then. And yourself as well. We'll share a drink after and you can tell me just what it was like in the belly of the beast.

[Swapping war stories immediately after the war. Sure. That's a good time.]

I should go. Quite a lot to do before we leave.

[nothingsodivine]

That's a plan, then.

[SOUNDS GREAT TO HIM. He smirks.]

Good luck, Peaches.