Talk:LoranClementine
"Today, all business is settled Zikzax."
“Do you Jonas Flavius swear to uphold the Laws of the Republic?”
Alice Samelrand puts the barrel of her Mattock pistol into the back of the head of Spartus Venamus, the scene pans out to show them standing at the mouth of a storm drain leading out into the ocean. After a moment where she says something causing his face to twist up in anger…. And then Alice pulls the trigger.
“I do.” Flavius affirmed voice clear and reaching all in the newly rebuilt Senate chamber of the Republic. “I do swear.”
“Do you, Jonas Flavius, swear to protect the rights and dignities of all citizens of the Republic no matter the personal cost?”
Cordinal Maiden DuThaire stands in a military elevator, hair adorned in ribbons, with a pair of aides. The lights go out and Aran appears behind the general in a flicker. A moment later the door opens and three headless bodies fall out to the surprise of the airship command crew on the other side. Aran is nowhere to be seen.
“I do!” The last Cordinal of the Republic touches the side of his face where he wears the eyepatch, a constant reminder even as the image of burning Autoclaires and screaming soldiers flashes in his mind.
“Then, we the Senate of the People of Prion do acknowledge you as First Consul of the Republic. All hail the First Consul!”
The scruffy looking Kobold carrying a cake-box slowly climbs a long set of dull metal stairs. He reaches the top exits cautiously onto the roof and after sitting with his back to the door entrance he removes several pieces of a gyrojet sniper rifle and assembles them. After glancing at a chronopiece he moves to the edge of the roof and points the rifle at a distant doorway of a glided noble’s mansion and waits. After a minute of waiting the door opens and someone walks out.
“I did not want this position but I shall shoulder this burden for the Republic. With the powers you give me I promise you justice, I promise you the rule of law in a society of order without the boot of false gods on our throats...”
The Kobold squeezes the trigger.