Author's Notes
This fanfic here is basically a different/alternate version of the videogame Assassin's Creed: Unity. I am going to completely change the plot, it'll probably have no relation to the original plot. This is not a what-if or alternate ending of the game, it's just a different plot.
I am going to change some characters' surnames and loyalties, so don't be surprised if you find something like Élise Mirabeau (just an example, ain't gonna happen XD.
I also included the three Assassins from the E3 trailer that Ubisoft decided to forget.
Greencoat: Olivier
Axeman: Jacques
Icecream: André
To be honest, this chapter here is going to be quite boring, only a simple introduction to the new characters. The next chapter is going to be more exciting though!
Enjoy.
April 26, 1789
Versailles
"The truce is being questioned by many within the Brotherhood." Mirabeau informed the Templar Grand-Master, sitting on a chair with two of his best Assassins standing behind him.
"Many within the Order are also questioning and doubting the truce, Mirabeau." François de la Serre replied, looking to the Assassin standing behind Mirabeau, a tall man wearing blue robes. De la Serre then stood ad poured some wine on two cups, handing one of them to the Assassin Mentor. "Don't worry, it isn't poisoned." De la Serre told the Mentor with a little smile.
"I know you better than that, François." Mirabeau replied with another smile, drinking the entire cup in one large gulp. "And a man like me, how can I deny a glass of wine?" The Mentor completed, turning and looking at the blue-coated Assassin. "Arno, please go fetch the letter." Mirabeau requested, and Arno replied with a hurried "Of course, Mentor." before quickly going down the stairs and walking towards Mirabeau's carriage. The older men upstairs continued to talk and babble about the truce.
"Most boring mission I've ever been..." Arno muttered to himself, opening the door to the carriage and searching for the object Mirabeau asked him to retrieve. He opened a bag with the symbol of the Brotherhood, and picking up the desired object and storing it on his pocket. He then exited the carriage and closed the door, seeing a pretty red-headed woman silently walking and observing the De la Serre mansion. "Don't try to charm a beautiful woman you've just met in the middle of a mission." He whispered to himself, soon opening the door to the mansion and being greeted by that stupid arrogant butler.
The butler followed him on the stairs, telling him to do something, which Arno easily ignored. He wasn't really up to do random chores for a butler on a estate he had never been before, and in the middle of an important mission. He came silently to Monsieur de la Serre's office, and before opening the door, saw a strange man, dressed pompously with a dark suit, a small top hat and a heavily-powdered face. That man was trouble, he could tell by only looking at him. The stranger was waiting impatiently at the corridor, occasionally speaking to his companion, a spineless short man, in heavily dirty clothes with broken glasses.
"I heard that one of your lieutenants was expelled from your Order?" Mirabeau questioned the Templar Grand Master, taking another gulp of his cup of wine. Our mentor surely drinks a lot, which means that I can drink even more. Arno thought to himself, completely ignoring the more serious question that was asked.
"Yes, I feared that if he stayed any longer it would have caused a fight." De la Serre replied coldly, clearly not wanting to touch the matter. "François-Thomas Germain was his name, he was a trusted friend of mine." De la Serre explained. "Until he started telling me that we should take down the monarchy, start a bloody revolution and give all the power the nobility has to the middle class. He claimed that he could speak with Jacques de Molay, the man was clearly going mad."
"I see." Mirabeau said, not taking too much interest in the expulsion. Arno walked in the room silently, and Mirabeau took a few seconds to notice him. "Ah Arno, you're here." The Mentor said when he finally noticed the lower-ranked Assassin. "Hand me the letter please?" Mirabeau asked, looking at Arno. "Yes, Mentor." Arno nervously said and gave Mirabeau a letter that he didn't really knew the contents.
Mirabeau then stood up and walked towards De la Serre. "Here it is." He simply said, handing the letter to De la Serre and then saying goodbye to the Templar Grand Master. "Let's go, Arno." Mirabeau said, looking at Arno. "Olivier, come." He said to the other Assassin, a slightly taller man than Arno, wearing a green coat.
The strange man with the heavily powdered face and his spineless servant then came walking to De la Serre's office, after the three Assassins left quietly. Arno could hear the argument between Monsieur de la Serre and the mysterious man, which resulted in the door to the office being kicked open by the man and he and his spineless servant leaving, a look of clear annoyance and hate in both of the men's faces.
Arno walked next to Olivier, ready to talk to his green-coated friend. "Seems our little friend and his spineless lackey have been unlucky over there." Arno whispered into Olivier's ear, smirking and giggling at the two men's clear angered looks. Olivier cast a disappointed look on Arno, crossing his arms and trying his best to look like the mature and serious version of his blue-coated friend.
"Shut up Arno, we're in the middle of a serious mission." He quickly stated, loud enough so Mirabeau could hear and laugh at his underlings' moral differences. Arno sighed, annoyed by the fact that Olivier was always trying to be the big serious dude who doesn't cares about humor and comedy, only the Creed, the tenets and the mission itself.
The trio walked silently to Mirabeau's carriage, and Arno once again saw the pretty red-headed woman that was observing the state earlier, doing the same thing she was doing before. He cast his supposedly charming gaze at the woman, but she just looked at him and sighed, ignoring him and turning around. A woman with such looks was probably used to the usual stares she received by the men of her age.
They entered the carriage, and Arno tried to talk with the two older Assassins, but they were both too concentrated on the actual mission, though Mirabeau was friendlier with him. The Mentor showed the two younger Assassins that they have been lucky to be born rich, showing the misery on the streets. Versailles was definitely clearer and less miserable than Paris, but there were still peasants begging for money on the streets, the nobles usually simply ignoring them.
After the long hours of the trip from Versailles back to Paris, they finally arrived at the Assassin Sanctuary, with Olivier and Mirabeau going underground the secret Sanctuary and Arno going to his Café Théâtre, where he went to talk with his friend Jacques.
"How's it going, Jacques?" Arno asked, sitting on the chair next to Jacques, and taking a sip of his coffee.
"I should be the one asking!" Jacques replied, finishing his cup. "Ugh, I always hated this." He murmured, cleaning his mouth with a handkerchief. "How did the mission go?"He finally asked.
"Normal, the Mentor discussed some matters about the truce with Grand-Master De la Serre." Arno replied, looking at the peasants begging for money on the entrance, being ignored by the nobles that were passing by. "I'd say it was boring as hell, the only thing I did was stand behind Mirabeau with Olivier and fetch some letter from his carriage. Though I'd say I saw such a beautiful woman outside Monsieur de la Serre's estate." He finished.
"Jeez, Arno, you and your supposedly charming looks probably didn't work again." Jacques stated rather than asked, preparing to stand up and leave.
"Shut up, Jacques." Arno laughed. "You're just jealous of my looks." Arno stated, smirking.
"At least I'm not a damn virgin." Jacques replied, now smiling coldly. "Unlike the pretty boy here."
"That's because I'm not the type of guy that wastes money on whores. You're just ugly and can't conquer someone, so you just pay for sex." Arno replied, standing up and putting his chair back on it's place.
"This is the most awkward conversation I've ever had with someone." Jacques laughed, putting back his hood and picking his axe from the wall, placing it on his back. "Goodbye Arno, I've got a mission of the Cour des Miracles and I've already wasted enough time."
"Goodbye Jacques, good luck in trying to make that place a fair one." Arno replied, walking up the stairs to his room. He checked his small iron box of letters, seeing if he received any new one. He opened it, and saw one that seemed new, picking it up and breaking the seal.
Arno,
It will probably amuse you that Grand-Master De la Serre has included you on his party at the Palais de Versailles, one of his special Assassin guests. You are to go to my carriage, outside my little estate in Versailles, on May 5. You and Jacques, Olivier and André are to pretend to be engaged with Mademoiselle Corday, Gouze, Quemar and Dionne, respectively.
Once inside, keep watch for trouble. It seems Monsieur de la Serre is suspicious that an individual within our or his Order is plotting to end the truce and that an attempt is possible to happen there.
Sincerely,
Honoré Gabriel Riqueti, Comte de Mirabeau
"Oh that's just great!" Arno exclaimed, happy and angered at the same time that he will attend one of the lavish parties in Versailles, but with his fellow Assassin Charlotte Corday. "At least I'm not going with Quemar's daughter, poor Olivier." He thought, remembering Master Quemar's daughter, who was just like her father.
Arno was surprised and caught a bit off guard when a pigeon arrived through the window, dropping a letter on the box and then "sitting" on Arno's desk. Annoyed, Arno removed the new letter from the box and sighed, just by looking at the top of the letter, the nickname revealing the author.
Hello pisspot,
As you can probably tell, I'm not the most patient man on Earth and I don't like writing letters, unless it's important. I already know that you are attending the Templar party alongside Mirabeau and others, so before you do that, I want you to do a favor for me.
In the old graveyard of the Chapelle, there's a grave of a man named François-Thomas Germain. I want you to go there, and dig out the grave to see if the man's corpse is there. Yes, I know that Mirabeau and the rest of the council don't like to do things such as grave-robbing, but this is important.
I trust you are going to do as you're told, once you're done, go to my house and tell me if Germain's corpse is still there.
Sincerely,
Pierre Bellec
"Merde." Arno muttered, amazed by the fact Bellec wanted him to dig-out a coffin and see if the corpse is still there. "What's so important about this guy anyway." Arno murmured to himself, picking up the ink and writing a response letter to Bellec. After finishing it, he gave it to the waiting pigeon and ordered him to go.
He watched as the pigeon graciously flew away through the white sky. He admired birds, especially eagles, they were such fascinating animals that he felt linked to them somehow, as if he could use an eagle's sense.
Someone knocked on his door, and he sighed, there were enough complications as it is, he didn't need any additional ones. Deciding that he was done with it, he ignored the knocks and exited the room through the window, watching the room under the cover of the outside wall.
"Dorian! Where the hell are you?" He heard that annoying familiar voice, and decided that it was best not to play with Mademoiselle Corday's mind, which was full of rage as it is. He entered his room again, unlocking the door and opening it to allow her to enter.
"Mademoiselle Corday." He said as he smiled at the figure in front of him, kneeling and taking her hand, lightly kissing it. She sighed, as Arno rose and looked at her. "May I know what brings you here?" He finally asked, still smiling gently.
"Ah Dorian, stop being such a gentleman with us women and talk normal." She told him, ignoring his question. Before he could reply, she already opened her mouth to talk. "Do you know about the party in the next few weeks?" She asked him, looking at a picture he had hung on his wall.
"Of course I do, mademoiselle." He replied, easily keeping his gentle smile up. "It appears that we both are going to be coupled temporarily, huh?" He chuckled.
"Oh unfortunately." She replied. "And I'm here to find out why the hell you did that!" She angrily said, furiously looking at him.
"I'm sorry, Mademoiselle Corday, I had no idea what you're talking about."
"Oh but you do! Why did you told Mirabeau for me to come with you?!"
"But I didn't, I though you had suggested it."
"Damn him!"
"Who?"
"The Mentor! Why did he made us come together?"
"Oh because we're both skilled Assassins, nothing else."
"Sure, goodbye."
Charlotte Corday then turned around and opened the door, ready to leave.
"Did you seriously came here only to do this?" Arno asked.
"Yes! Goodbye Dorian."
She hurriedly left, and Arno was left confused by her sudden visit. There was more to that, she just didn't want to tell him, but he didn't really cared, he undressed and went to bed, desiring a good night's rest.
CHARACTERS
Arno Dorian
Honoré Mirabeau
François de la Serre
Olivier de Fleur
Jacques Dienn
Charlotte Corday
Pierre Bellec
(two guys that you probably know who they are but I'm not really going to reveal)
Reviews are most welcome!
