Chapter 7: America
"Automatic translation"
Telepathy/communications devices
Emphasis/headings
Queen Perdita's Chambers
December 25, Thursday, 2014; 08:46
Queen Perdita woke up, vividly remembering her nightmares. Nightmares where her father came to her, condemning her about her rule and that it was her fault she was nearly killed. Nightmares where everyone she cared about, even Alshain, turned their backs on her.
She remembered the events of the night and morning previous.
She remembered the one good dream she had; a dream where humanity put aside their differences, fighting the sources of evil.
She remembered her friend carrying her sobbing form to her bedside and simply caring rather than arguing over who was trying to kill her. She remembered him caring for her, and giving her the rest she hadn't known she needed. She remembered falling asleep as he told her a story…at her bedside.
So where was he?
Alshain's Quarters
December 25, 08:57
Alshain had gone immediately to his own room as soon as Perdita had fallen asleep. He reached out, doing everything he could to reach the attention of the Russian Brotherhood. What he found was disturbing: somebody had released Animus footage, detailing the Assassins as mere criminals. This easily pinning all the political assassins against the Brotherhood, forcing them underground.
He was about to give up when a masked face in a distorted voice popped onto the screen, speaking in english, "Subject 18. Erudito knows about the attempt on the Queen's life. Go to America with the Queen and seek out the hero's…they will help you investigate the GuardsCorp. Your pass phrase shall be 'I hail from Delphi.' You will not be investigated further, and all you shall receive data on Abstergo."
"What will I do with data?" Alshain responded in his broken self-translation.
"Give it directly to the Assassins. I will set up a meeting, all you have to do is be there and go unnoticed."
"I can do that."
"Then proceed. Erudito out."
Alshain left his computer and walked to his small kitchen as the door opened. "Alshain? I heard voices. Are you well?" Came the concerned voice of the Vlatavan Royal.
"Yes, but I was researching something. You are personal friends with Kid Flash, no?"
"Indeed. What is this about?"
"Perhaps we can seek asylum from them for a little while. At least until the threat is gone."
"The threat is gone. We have my assailant locked up."
"But there were two shooters. Sure, one of them was helping us, but we still don't know who on your security detail is compromised."
Perdita was shocked by Alshain's change in mood. "Some of my Advisors tell me you are compromised. How can I know YOU are not masterminding this?" She said, her voice becoming harsh.
"Because you know me. What do I have that anyone could hold against me, and why would I want to kill the first person to accept me for who I am? And I pulled you away from the path of the bullet. If I wanted you dead, then I wouldn't have SAVED YOUR LIFE! So get over yourself and realize, not everybody wants you dead."
Perdita broke down again once she realized what she had implied. She had accused one of her only real friends of trying to kill her.
Alshain took pity on her, realizing how harsh he ay have sounded. "Let's pack some things, and take a flight to Happy Harbor. I'm told that's where the old headquarters of the Justice League is, so that may be a good place to start searching for the American Heroes."
Alshain put his arms around the young Queen, content with being there for his friend. "We should speak English if we are to go to America." Perdita advised in her second language. "And who will take my place in my absence."
"Captain Ardelean will take your position while we are on vacation. He is essentially your father figure. I trust the man, and you know my intuition is rarely incorrect." Alshain responded softly.
"Will we take a public flight?"
"It would be safer, not many people would risk the collateral."
Vlatava Airport
December 26, Friday, 2014; 08:25
Perdita and Alshain arrived at the airport and just barely made it past security—well, Alshain barely made it through, Perdita had to vouch for him in order to get him through because security included blood tests.
Persia had donned a casual outfit (a pink down jacket over a white t-shirt, blue jeans) trying to blend in to the crowd as much as possible. Alshain wore a black overcoat, his Assassin-themed robes and weapons in his luggage. Alshain had to pull Perdita close to his side several times because she was looking around precariously.
Perdita didn't know how Alshain stayed so calm. Trying to be invisible in such a big crowd was more difficult than it seemed. It was a multi-floor building, and several bulking men were always within sight. Once we get to the plane, we'll be safe as long as we don't take any open drinks or food.
Easier for him, evidently. He acted as though he did things like this daily.
They were just about to board the plane when one of the airport security officers pulled them aside. "Is there a problem officer?" Alshain asked, noticing the three men who had been following them stop behind a magazine rack.
"Yes, there is. These three men have been following you two, do you want me to bring them over here and ask them what is wrong?"
"Ye…" Perdita started.
"No, sir. I know they've been following us, but I was hoping to board before they could reach us." Alshain interrupted, trying to get away from the officer.
"Okay. Have a good day." The guard turned towards the three men and nodded. Alshain grabbed Perdita's hand and walked as fast as he could towards the boarding line.
The three thugs rushed towards the pair of teens—well, technically Alshain isn't a teenager, but you get it—and reached into their jackets. Alshain put Perdita in front of himself in the line.
By the time the thugs had reached the pair, Perdita was in the boarding tunnel. The goons didn't care, rushing past security and charging her. They drew out a black bag and military batons, beating away anyone who tried to stop them. Alshain slid through the crowd that was running away like water, reaching the thugs.
Perdita turned around and towards the plane, trying to get to the safety of the crowded space. She squeezed through the few people in her way, earning looks. Alshain broke free of the crowd and darted into a sprint, trying to get to the thugs before they could reach his friend.
The plane's door had been closed, the flight attendants receiving a call that three armed men had breached security.
Perdita was trapped. Before she could turn around, she was grabbed from behind, a black rag tied around her mouth and a black hood over her head.
Just as quickly as she had been grabbed, she felt the pressure torn off of her. he instinctively knew that her friend had just saved her.
Alshain saw the men put the rag over Perdita's head and something in him snapped. He ran up behind one of the men, kicking his knee out from under him—shattering the joint in the process—and grabbed the mans neck, twisting the head and jaw in different directions. He heard a grotesque snapping, knowing that the jaw had been torn from the rest of the skull, and that the neck had been broken.
Alshain quickly tore the baton from the mans hand and slammed the next man's arm in, shattering it.
The third man had now turned around, only to receive one of his allies' batons shoved in his eye. Alshain took the man's head and slammed it into one of the metal supports. He then took the man and pushed him through the canvas walls, watching as the victim fell on his neck, killing him instantly.
Security ran up behind him and tackled him pinning his back to the ground. He looked up and saw Perdita grabbed from behind again, one of the guards pulling her away.
He calculated his odds, then slammed his forehead into man holding him down. He brought his feet up into the man's chest and shoved him off. "PERDITA!" He shouted, beating his way to the guard who was pulling her away.
The guard was at the end of the tunnel, when he felt the something run across the back of his neck.
Alshain saw a woman run a hidden blade across the corrupt guard's neck. He knew the woman from anywhere…it was the girls hair, both black and golden blonde streaks at the same time, and naturally, too. She wore a red shirt, dark grey pants, and had chromed plate-bike armor. Over her left chest, he saw the Abstergo emblem. She pulled Perdita's hood and rag off.
He saw the girl pull a pistol and he ducked. He heard the silent 'thwip' of the silenced rounds pass by and the gushing sound as they slammed into their targets.
Alshain walked to the end of the tunnel. The girl pulled his vambrace out of her bag, "I thought you Assassin's never went anywhere without these on? And where is your robe? I know you would have made yourself one if you haven't bought one already."
"We do when we have to go through a security checkpoint incognito. And my robe is in my luggage, which I suppose you have too."
"Yep, and you still handle yourself well…enough."
"And you still shoot about as well as a deer in headlights knows how to move."
The two shared a look. "It's good to see you, little brother." Said the girl.
"Excuse me, brother?"
"Oh, sorry Perdita. This is my sister…well, not biologically, but you know. You know how I was cloned, right? Well, my Clone ID was Subject 18, she is Subject 19."
"Helena Cross, at your service beautiful." Said Subject 19, earning a strange look from the young royal. "I suppose you haven't had 'The Talk', yet. Or at least don't know my version."
"She isn't exactly straight, Perdita." Perdita looked even more confused before the light flipped on. Her cheeks went bright red and she looked down.
"What are you doing here, sis?" Alshain asked. "Don't you dare say you were in the neighborhood."
"Well, you might want to thank me. I was the other shooter. I've been keeping tabs on you for the past month. Anyways, I know that hacker made contact with you, and I want in."
"I knew something has been off. And what do you mean, 'in'? In on what?"
"In on your crusade against Juno. Against popular Assassin belief, the Templars don't want to see Humanity in chains, just guided. Some people earned us a bad rep."
"No. You know for a fact that I am the ONLY person with the right DNA to be able to fight Juno at all."
"I know that, but I can resist the Pieces. And, I have a plane, so I can get you to Happy Harbor."
Alshain almost asked how she knew about their plans to go to Happy Harbor, but then remembered she was better than him in almost everything. He could only ever beat her in patience and hand-to-hand combat…that may have been the only reason he was kept alive. Abstergo most likely wanted to put them together to hunt down the Assassins.
"We do require transport, and public aerial transportation is likely not an option anymore. But can we trust you?" Perdita asked quietly, understandably shaken from the event.
"I may work for Abstergo and be a Templar field agent, but I'm not going to kill my brother."
"That's what makes us strong. We don't let our philosophical differences get in the way of protecting each other."
Carbine's Plane, Mid-Atlantic
December 26, 15:24
Perdita was in one of the two cabins when Helena came into the room. Alshain was still outside, just watching the clouds, lost in his thoughts. "You okay, kid?" She asked, fully knowing what women went through…when she was in Montreal, she had taken to patrolling the streets, following and protecting women who needed it. "You look shaken up."
"How can I not be? Three of men tried to kidnap me, then the airport security tried their hand at it, too. I don't know who I can trust."
"You can trust us."
"How can you say that? I barely know you, and I have known Alshain of only a few months."
"Alshain?"
"Yes, your brother…you did not realize he had taken a name?"
"No, but that's besides the point. My point is, my brother cares for you. Deeply care for you. He would put his life on the line to keep yours off of it."
"It is nice to have a friend who would do that." Perdita said, brushing her hair behind her ear, blush decorating her cheeks.
She doesn't even realize he's so ridiculously head over heels for her. She thought. "I just want you to know, He is quite sensitive when it comes to his biological relations, so if he seems distant…well, more than usual…just be there for him. Please, I don't want to see him get hurt. His life is too important to me and to the world for him to waste it away because he's heartbroken."
Before the Queen could respond, Helena had left the room, leaving Perdita to his thoughts.
Perdita left the cabin, seeing her friend and his sister playing a game of chess. She went over to the table and stood, watching. Alshain noticed, and he pulled her down into the seat besides himself. As Perdita got closer, she realized how fast the two were playing. They seemed to integrate each others moves into their plan within seconds, each turn never taking more than five.
These two are practically manipulating time itself into their favor.
So, I've been researching…Apparently S.H.A.D.E.'s leader, Father Time, is currently using the body of a Japanese Schoolgirl, even though Father Time is male…So what does that make him, cause he literally CANNOT go by a two-gender system. Like what happens when he has to crap or piss in a public restroom? He knows he's male, but he knows he's in the body of a girl. For a guy, it's natural to stand while pissing, but he's in a she's body.
Alshain has above-peak human strength, but not quite 'superhuman' because he's not human. He has been working on English for quite a while now, it's better, but not perfect and has a Romanian accent.
The way I see the Templar-Assassin War, the games (except Rogue and Haytham's parts in AC3) make the Templars out to be complete assholes. That's not really the case, the Templars and Assassins just don't see eye-to-eye on what is best for humanity. The Templars want control and restraint and the Assassin want get everybody to understand everyone else…come on, who's more realistic.
Anyways, only own my previously mentioned OC's
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Update Timeline
Chapters 1-3: January 4, 2015
Chapter 4: January 10, 2015
Chapter 5: January 15, 2015
Chapter 6: January 19, 2015
Chapter 7: January 25, 2015
