Imperial March [OP Invasion of Atrisia]

[Madeline Kahoshi]

@[member="Mirien Valdier"]

Madeline had been out of it, nearly completely. Her attention wasn't where it should have been. Certainly not on the other in the room. Her eyes only came to meet with Mirien's as the woman dashed forward. Vainly she tried for grab for the woman's hands to keep the needle away from her and whatever substance it contained. Weak, and unable to push her back, she cried out as the needle hit her thigh hard. In a second it was over and withdrawn, the substance now slowly working it's way through her body.

The pain of betrayal clear in her eyes as she started to stand only to fall back to the chair. "You .." She blinked a couple times, trying to fight the fast acting sedative. "Drugged me?" It was becoming clear it was no poison, nothing cruel, just something to force her to sleep.

 

[Mirien Valdier]

@[member="Madeline Kahoshi"]
"You needed sleep, and you weren't going to do it on your own accord. Three AM and we found you awake, working through paper work. It's only a sedative, no need to worry. You'll be woken at the destination. That's all that matters."Quickly Mirien's hands reached for the native Atrisian's. The cold Inquisitor helped Maddie to her feet, walking her to the bed, pushing the covers back, she only helped as Madeline's body finally succumbed to the sedatives effects. Limp now, and peacefully breathing, resting for a change, the brunette pulled the covers over the woman after positioning her comfortably on her back. Dark eyes only now watched the sleeping form, as was her job. Soon she took up residence in one of the chairs, propping her feet up, taking a datapad to read. At least that would give her something to pass the time.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Madeline Kahoshi"] @[member="Mirien Valdier"]

Without fanfare, without warning, the immense starship Emperor's Shield vanished into hyperspace, its destination unknown. In time, its crew would leave the ship, and it would be moved to a final resting place. A safe place for the heir to the Empire.

 

[Miles Varden]

Protectorate Navy

All wings, this is Sergeant Miles, Lord Protector has ordered us to withdraw from battle. Return to Home Ship. We are reassessing the strategy of the Invasion.

Miles turned his OS-G1 around and made for the hangar of the OP carrier. The Lord Protector knows what he's doing and that was good enough for Miles.

@[member="Ayden Cater"]