Juno was feeling extremely confident today. She had captured two Assassin's, injured one, and managed to create a very valuable asset to her army using one of the captured Assassin's. It was something so simple and easily that she scolded herself for it. This could've saved Aita but she was too ignorant and had given up on the idea of any thoughts of saving her husband. She looked over her handiwork, her fingers gliding against the stone, making the being slowly come to life. It was a very skinny thing made out of stone with glyph's carved into it. She had simply transferred the brainwaves of the Assassin named Connor so this monstrous statue was ten feet and it had the tracking, hunting, and can resist lots of attacks. She couldn't help but feel prideful yet at the same time filled with sorrow. She could've saved Aita but her coworkers made her abandon that idea and so his body was lost to the apocalypse that ravaged the planet most brutally, having only the people who had hidden here along with her daughter.
Her daughter even though she looked like Juno, she resembled her father in every way which both made her happy yet angry at the same time. Her daughter supported the human race as equals instead of them being under them. Thus her two human friends but for that she punished her daughter but not in a way to actually harm her but more as a place for her to blow off steam. She glanced over to the monitor and watched as the Templars came closer to the cliff's edge. It didn't surprise her in the very least that they were there. Even though they were now computer data, somehow they are physically there which means that they need food, water, shelter, and clothing for survival. She stared at the programming, as though perplexed. Juno thought that they wouldn't care about the missing Assassin's but yet there they were, discussing about them.
Robert looked out upon the sea watching as the waves crashed against the cliff sides, listening to the men bicker.
"Why would you care about an Assassin?"
"Because he's my son you twit!" Haytham snapped at Rodrigo Borgia. He had watched as Connor was dragged into some kind of weird purple orb before disappearing under the waves along with the woman whom he guessed was from the first civilization. It made him happy to finally see that the First Civilization still exists but yet he felt pain and anger at his son for he was naïve about fighting a more advanced civilization and now he will pay ther price but for now he was getting extremely irritated at Rodrigo. He had worshipped him ever since Birch taught him the ways of the Templars' but dear God was he mean and disrespectful, even to his children. He would've fought the Spaniard but the pope was accompanied by his son, Cesare and his daughter, Lucrezia who were even more dangerous than twenty Assassin's put together. Lee had gone to fetch members from their hideout, bringing them to reunite with their fellow Templar's. Cesare was stroking his black beard as he sat beside his sister, their fingers intertwined in a sign of love. Robert and Haytham shared the same ideas just not the brutality. In this case, incest was unacceptable especially in front of people and far worse, it was unfathomable! What got them to do that? Must've been power, wealth, or a deadly sin their God had told people to never persue. Rodrigo let out a low chuckle.
"Your son is an Assassin? Such a disgrace to your name."
"Oh and your children doing incest along with corrupting Templar plans in the process is called an honor upon your family?" The man was at lost for words, his face beet red. Haytham didn't usually bask in the displeasure from people he disliked but this was something he could do. Maybe he will mention to Lee to never follow the Borgia's methods when training and educating new recruits to the order.
Robert grinned at Haytham. They could probably work more easily together than the Borgia's. It made sense after all, they shared the same thought process and such things. He approached Haytham, his gnarled hands in contact with such smooth fabric that was something he could never afford but he'd rather have the Templar pride and honor than the fabric (though he wished for both.) Haytham looked to his fellow comrade and made a nod to acknowledge him into the conversation. Rodrigo was ranting and raving about how to dishonor the Templar faction when he suddenly felt the sting of cold metal pressed against his throat. Robert's arm tensed as he put the dull part of his weapon dangerously close to the wind pipe.
"That is enough Borgia! This isn't the time, place, or occasion for this conversation, now if you value your life, drop the subject." Rodrigo hissed at the pain but nodded and soon the blade withdrew, being shoved back into its owners scabbard, "Good, now we need to get some food, water, and a more "suitable" hideout for who knows what else lurks in these forests."
Before he had found the remaining Templar's, Robert lost nine of his allies to great beasts of unknown origins and they were extremely human like yet they weren't especially a shadow that had a silhouette of woman. It was a terrible thing seeing Talal impaled upon a branch after a golden light flashed and sent him flying, Abul Nuquod literally ripped apart by a creature from the weird black stones, and the worst was Majd Addin as that shadow sent her nails through his chest cavity and he disintegrated into black sand. It was terrible and he was the only one spared. It was terrible but at the same time good because those men were lousy and even though they stuck to the Templar cause, some of it was for their own greedy ideas. It sickened him to think about what they could've done to dishonor them even more. He pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration as he switched back to more pressing matters. The basic necessities of life they needed and quickly.
They had water covered for sure, the rain hasn't stopped for days on end, even though he couldn't be sure if days were spent here more like weeks in retrospect. Through the bushes crept Lee and Hickey. This wasn't good, not good at all! Haytham rushed over to his fellow men in arms, looking them over.
"What happened to Johnson, Pitcain, Chur-?"
"Sir," Lee muttered, his light sea green eyes filled with fear, melancholy, and worse of all, anger. "they all died at the hands of three people."
"Were they Assassin's?" Haytham pressed the two and Hickey then took over for Lee.
"There wornit' Assassin's! They were jus' kids!" This surprised everybody! Children? Children killing full grown men? Preposterous! Cesare stood up, laughing darkly and mockingly as he walked up to his father.
"Kids he said! Kids that are going around killing our men, how stupid does that sound!" Hickey threw him a glare.
"I wosnt' finished Mr. Sister Fuckor!"
"How dare you! You drunkard for a puttana!"
Before Hickey could throw out his drunk slander or get himself in a brawl, Haytham stepped between him and the Italian man.
"Continue please."
"Fine then. Well they wor'nt normal, they glowed like somethin' out of a ghost story yee tell your children to behav' and such. They is ripping them apart, impalin', and other such things that even scared aye!" Robert turned to Hickey and then to Haytham, his eyes narrowing at anger and bewilderment.
"I encountered them too, they killed my squadron as well when I was looking for any other members of our order." Everybody looked to one another worried. This wasn't good! They were being targeted, it made everyone uneasy. With no words passing between them, they gathered up their belongings and began a wordless trek for survival.
A chuckle escaped a young man as he materialized, laying on the rock that once seated both Cesare and Lucrezia. He was some person you wouldn't expect to see on Animus Island. He had blonde hair, blue eyes, wore a yellow and red pinstripe suit, and a boaters hat that kept his untamed hair somewhat concealed. He was laughing and laughing his voice closely resembling Gilbert Gottfried.
"Oh man! Did you see those guys faces! Pure terror and horror!" Another laugh joined in along with an African American wearing sunglasses, grey baggy sweats, and his baseball cap worn backwards.
"Man Marquette! We should do this more often! The Templar's are bad news but they're to mess with!" He laughed his way to Marquette and they howled as they threw more jokes and slanders. They were crying with laughter as a shadow slowly appeared from the forest, transforming into a woman with white skin, light lavender eyes, and wore baggy pants with a tight top. She was beautiful but her face was scrunched in anger and disapproval. She stopped, putting her hands on her hips, a snarl sliding out.
"D-Jay, Marquette, what are you two laughing about? We disposed of the Templar's who aren't worthy on this island and you joke about it? You're as bad as Juno."
The two guys froze as they looked at their leader. They both were mortal and when they died, this place had recreated them and they had sworn themselves to Cassandra since she had summoned them. She had explained that this was an alternative universe where she roams as punishment for supporting mankind and disobeying her mother's wishes. They both hung their heads in shame as they heard their comrades boots crunched against the sand, resting in front of them.
"Putting that scolding aside, did you two gather the things that we need?" D-Jay nodded pulling out Connor's tomahawk, he had retrieved it after Juno captured the Native American and the American for that matter. Marquette smiled and pulled out of thin air, Altair's gear that he had dropped when he was trying to escape another Juno trap. Cassandra's evil look turned soft into a relieved expression as she looked to her friends and smiled, "I wanted you guys to temporarily use these as we search for the other Templar's and the Assassin's."
"Wait, you mean there are other Templar's here?" Marquette asked, wrapping the weapons belt around his torso. Cassandra nodded and D-Jay knew more than Marquette so he explained it to him. Juno has used a special program that can redirect some subconscious's to her prison but for some reason apparently the people that got through had a special DNA in them. They were most likely First Civilization DNA and Cassandra knew that the ancestor line to a man called Desmond Miles shared her father's DNA since she found out in a secret conversation between Tinia and Minerva that her father, Aita impregnated another woman for he wanted an heir to continue on in hopes for preservation of human kind. He wasn't expecting his wife to actually be pregnant with Cassandra but he managed to keep it a secret but Juno knew that her husband started the Assassin's it's just she never knew about the other child but Cassandra knew.
Marquette was taken aback. So these Assassin's were part of Cassandra, they'd be half second cousins or something like that but at the same time extremely distant to the point where it got down to Desmond. It'd be less than a fraction for their blood to connect. D-Jay slapped his friend on the back.
"That's how everything went down, man. Just remember that if Juno found out about this, we'll all be in deep shit. Especially since we're helping half of Cassandra's half brother's family." Marquette shivered, his father was a brutal Templar and his cold heart will exist for the things he had done to Assassin's but he isn't a match to the horrors of Juno. Cassandra rarely mentions Juno as a mother but when she does it's usually a reminder to the two who they're dealing with and using it in words of great insult. Since then he is a mutual party not one to take sides in the war between Assassin's and Templar's. D-Jay was for the Assassin's because of his father but D-Jay died when he was younger and had a different name too like Marquette since Marquette died when he was only three at the hands of a fire. D-Jay died from a sickness along with his mother.
Gathering themselves up, both D-Jay and Marquette looked to Cassandra for guidance since she was the leader and she knew what was going on. They were obviously searching for some people but where to start? Cassandra's eyes were a pale blue which signaled that her fighting impulses were gone.
"We need to grab Altair Ibn La Ahad and Ezio Auditore, I know where they are."
Whooooooo! Just introduced some OC's. I am going to try and post a chapter with more Templar and Juno involvement but for now here's another one! Love from The Cherryblossom Tree 3