Chapter 8
R reyes- If you want to write that type of story, its up to you. You just have to make your own flair to it so as to differentiate it from other stories that have a similar plot to that.
11/20/2019- Rewritten due to criticism.
Dalaran
"This place is amazing." Said High Elf Archer as she gazed at one of the towers in Dalaran, impressed with the architect of the place. The smooth exterior and polished surface of the city reminded greatly the elf of her own home, causing her to experience a small case of home sickness. That was, however, quickly brushed aside as the tiny elf found something else to look at.
"Jesus. You are easily excited." Said Courier as he looked around, trying to see why High Elf Archer was impressed so easily with the architect of Dalaran. Sure, its all pretty, the Courier knew long ago that appearances can be deceiving.
"You're telling me." Said Jack as he sat on a bench with the crate that Ikit was in. "Your quite cheerful at seeing the buildings of this place, High Elf."
"Of course, I am." Said High Elf as she looked at her compatriots. "Why wouldn't I be? This place is beautiful. Its people are nice. And the place is filled with wonderous things that should be seen. Why aren't you guys excited?"
"I miss the grit of my home." Said Courier.
"And I kind of stay in the city portions of Harmony, the place, I guess, you can call my home." Said Jack, remembering his apartment in Harmony, the home world of his mentor.
"And I-I like under-cities of Skaven under-empire more than this burrow-city." Said Ikit, whispering so that no citizen of Dalaran can hear him. Rolling her eyes, High Elf Archer sighed before looking at her team with a disappointed stare.
"So, what do you guys want to do for fun?" Asked High Elf Archer, disappointed they aren't as having as much fun as she was having.
"How about exploring some restaurants here. I'm starving." Said Courier, holding his rumbling stomach. High Elf scoffed at that.
"Alright." Said High Elf, disappointed that they were only interested in food right now. She then looked at Chief, who was looking at the sky. "So, what's our destination, Chief?" Chief then looked at High Elf Archer.
"Let's try to find a restaurant in one of the districts that have both Blood Elves and other citizens of Dalaran." Said Chief, surprising everyone as that would narrow their search considerably. During their brief time on Dalaran, they learned quite a few things about the city.
For one, the city was divided into two portions. The portion that contained the main body of the Dalaran and citizenship, most of which were from the Alliance. And the smaller portion that contained citizens and mages from the Blood Elves, making them technically citizens of the Horde, despite the fact that the Blood Elves were in Dalaran before the Blood Elves were inducted into Thrall's Horde.
Despite there being a divide between Horde and Alliance sections of the city, there are portions that were open to both Sunreavers, Blood Elf citizens and mages, and the other populace, either out of simply economic reasons or because the council of six ordered this to be done, so as to lessen the divide between citizens of Dalaran, who were technically neutral to the ongoing war between the Alliance and Horde, despite many having lineage to either superpower.
These portions were small, but they were tightknit and fights between people who were patriotic to either Horde or Alliance were minimal at worst.
"How come?" Asked High Elf Archer. Although happy that they weren't going to go to a segregated district, she was surprised it was Chief that suggested it, as he didn't seem the guy to care that much of where he ate or about politics.
"I want to see if its true." Said Chief. "That these districts are truly what the citizens make them out to be. If peace can be obtained despite atrocities being done against the Horde or Alliance by the other." The others nodded at that, understanding his want to see it.
Although they didn't get much of the Human Covenant war, what they did get was that at the end of the war, an alliance of necessity was made between Chief's humanity with some of the aliens that they fought for decades.
Although Chief doubted that peace can be obtained, Cortana was optimistic that a ceasefire was ongoing between their humanity and the Sangheili, mostly because both sides of lost too much to afford another war between both of them.
For Chief, to see both people, who came from both Horde and Alliance, work together for a better future or just live in peace, may give him hope that it could happen between his humanity and the Sangheili and their client races.
"Hey, if that's what you want, big guy, you got it." Said Courier, completely getting Chief's orders. Jack also nodded as he patted Ikit's claw, who tapped it once, indicating that he was in as well. He honestly didn't care, he just wanted good food. Or any food really. Skaven weren't picky eaters, after all.
High Elf Archer smiled, happy that Chief made that call.
"Alright, let's get someone to direct us to one of these districts. With luck, they'll point us to a good restaurant in the process." Said High Elf before leaving to go ask someone for directions.
"Hey! Don't bankrupt us by asking for a high-end restaurant!" Demanded Courier, causing Jack to smile. He was about to respond, when something caught his eye.
Looking at the right, he saw, to his utmost surprise, Vereesa Windrunner, coming into his view. Getting Chief's and Courier's attention, he pointed at the high elf.
"What's she doing here?" Asked Courier, curious why the leader of the Silver Covenant was here in a regular district, instead of the district that belonged to the Silver Covenant or the one that was for government business only. Jack was about to suggest that she was visiting someone, when Chief raised his hand. Narrowing his eyes, he saw that Vereesa was close to tears.
Upon seeing the sorry state the woman was in, Chief guessed what the problem was, having seen it with some soldiers when they lost loved ones and they want to continue grieving for them.
"She's going to visit a grave." Said Chief, causing Courier and Jack to look at him. He then pointed at Vereesa, particularly her eyes. Upon looking at where Chief was pointing, the two could understand what was going on.
"Damn, I think she still misses her husband." Said Courier, remembering the story from High Elf Archer. Although she didn't get much on Vereesa, she did know that her husband, a mage called Ronin, was killed during the battle of Theramore, apparently in order to save Jaina, if the rumor mill was to be believed.
Both Courier and Chief could understand and sympathize with the elf, knowing that grief can vary between person to person, Courier more so than Chief as he's seen it many times during his time in the Mojave. Jack, however, was a bit different.
Seeing the sad woman, sparked something in Jack. Although he could sympathize with the elf, he wanted to comfort her and hold her, something that neither Chief nor Courier would offer.
Sighing, he looked at Chief.
"With permission, sir, can I go and speak to Vereesa Windrunner?" Asked Jack, ready to be denied. Upon hearing that request, Chief turned his head slightly at Jack.
"May I ask why?" Asked Chief while Courier looked at Jack in surprise.
"I just want to make her feel better, sir." Said Jack, not giving a good reason to Chief. Fortunately for him, Chief didn't mind him doing it at this day. This was suppose to be a day off and what Jack wanted to do in it was his business and his business alone, so long as it didn't affect the entire group, of course.
"Very well. Cortana will guide you back to us through your commlink." Said Chief before tilting his head at Vereesa Windrunner, who had just turned the corner, slipping out of their view. "Better hurry."
Stunned at Chief's acceptance of his request, Jack nonetheless thanked Chief before leaving to go find Vereesa.
"That was a good thing you did, Chief." Said Courier, looking at Chief after Jack left them. "Didn't think you do that."
"If Jack gets himself in trouble, Cortana will inform us and we'll get him out of it." Said Chief simply before looking at the returning High Elf Archer. "We're going now. You carry Ikit."
"God damnit." Said Courier before picking up the crate and leaving with High Elf Archer, who was leading them to a restaurant.
Meanwhile
Few minutes later
Vereesa
"This never gets easier." Thought Vereesa as she went to the grave that had Rhonin's name on it along with the names of the many Dalaran soldiers that died in the fighting in Theramore.
It wasn't anything grand. It was just a stone slab with the names of those that died in Theramore.
The memorial was the idea of Jaina, who wanted people to remember the sacrifices of the brave soldiers of Dalaran that gave their lives for the Alliance. As the new leader of the Kirin Tor, no body objected to her idea. Not that any argued against her idea. Even Aethas Sunreaver, the leader of the Sunreavers, and a member of the council of six, supported her idea, believing it was right to memorialize the dead that gave their lives for the innocent.
To many, it was a symbol that Dalaran will always fight for the right side in a war. But to Vereesa, it was a symbol of what she lost in that battle.
To her utmost horror, her husband, Rhonin was killed by the mana bomb that destroyed Theramore. Her brave husband, according to Jaina, had sacrificed his life to vainly stop the mana bomb while also saving Jaina by putting her through a portal.
Jaina told her how his last thoughts were about her and their two little boys and how she regretted that it was Rhonin that died for Theramore instead of her. She also stated that she'll make the Horde pay for Rhonin's death. And that she won't rest until Garrosh pays for his crimes in blood.
Vereesa, emotional from Rhonin's death, held Jaina as the two mourned over what was lost that day. Although, the blood elves were still allowed in Dalaran, Vereesa kept them as far away from her as possible.
Despite Aethas claiming that the Sunreavers are neutral in this war and his support of both Rhonin's and Jaina's decisions, it was still the blood elves' that created the mana bomb that killed her husband.
So, for the betterment of both Dalaran and herself, she kept her contact with Blood elves as minimal as possible.
She knew that it was ridiculous, to hate the Blood Elves that were in Dalaran, but she couldn't stop but hate all Blood Elves, seeing them all as murders for the creation of the mana bomb. If they didn't create the mana bomb, Rhonin will still be alive today and she wouldn't be left a widow, forced to take care of her children by herself, who now will never have their father watching them grew up to be proud, young adults.
Just thinking of that made Vereesa tear up. The tears were free flowing as memories of Rhonin came back, including a promise he made with her before the battle of Theramore. That he'll be careful and live. A promise he, unfortunately, had to break.
She was so caught up in emotions that she almost didn't hear someone cough behind her.
Upon hearing the cough, she wiped her eyes fiercely, not wanting to appear weak as she was the leader of the Silver Covenant, before turning around to face the person that coughed.
To her surprise and hidden relief, it wasn't a citizen of Dalaran. Even better, it wasn't a blood elf. Judging by his clothing, he was a human male from the Alliance, likely a tourist, here to explore Dalaran and its rich lore.
He was also quite handsome, if a bit rugged, something human males always seemed to have.
Perhaps a bit scandalous, Vereesa and her sisters always had an attraction to human males. She believed it was because, unlike elf males, human ones had this sort of aura around them that attracted them. Perhaps it was the way they were structured or perhaps it was because, despite how easy it was to corrupt and manipulate them, they were some of the kindest people that the Windrunner sisters have ever met in their lives. Even Sylvanas, back when she was alive, had a begrudging respect for skilled human warriors, especially ones' skilled with a boy. In fact, she even personally vouched for a human called Nathanos to be inducted in Silvermoon's rangers back when she was alive. The rumor mill believed this was because he was her lover, but Vereesa knew her sister too well to believe that was the only reason.
But moving away from memories that would eventually surface if she continued, Vereesa looked at the human male before her. If she wasn't a recent widowed and fell in love with Rhonin, she wouldn't mind courting this male. But alas, she was too in love with Rhonin and nothing will change that.
"What do you want?" Demanded Vereesa, crossing her arms over her bust. The human male just rubbed his neck before speaking.
My group and I spotted you in tears." Explained the human male. "While they left to find somewhere to eat, I wanted to make sure you were okay." Touched by that response, Vereesa spoke.
"Well, I thank you for your compassion, but I don't need any help from a stranger." Said Vereesa. That caused the stranger to nod his head in agreement.
"I know. Call it naivety, but I just wanted to make sure you were alright. You never know when you need a shoulder to lean on." Said the stranger. His passion and care for others reminded Vereesa of Rhonin and how he helped others in need, not caring if they were Horde or Alliance. In Rhonin's eyes, a life was a life and the fractions needed to understand that. Shaking her mind of Rhonin before bad memories surface, Vereesa spoke.
"I thank your care for others, even strangers. Its rare to find that trait in humans." Said Vereesa. "In any other day, I would take up on your offer, but I want to be left alone. I…," She then looked at the grave. ", need to do this alone." The stranger, however, continued to stay, much to Vereesa's growing annoyance.
"I know, you lost your husband in the battle. The previous leader of the Kirin Tor, correct?" Said the stranger. Although a part of Vereesa screamed at her to tell him to go away, another part found talking to him helped.
"Yes. My…Rhonin died in the battle of Theramore, trying to stop the mana bomb from…" She couldn't say anymore when she suddenly remembered the last time she saw Rhonin. Not standing in anymore, Vereesa broke down in tears, finding that she didn't have the strength to hold back her tears.
As she continued to let out her tears, the stranger shuffled uncomfortably, obviously wanting to hold her but held back out of respect for her, something that both annoyed and touched Vereesa.
Once she was done, Vereesa wiped her remaining tears with her sleeve and addressed the stranger.
"I thank you for not holding me. I would have kicked you in your genitals if you tried that on me." Said Vereesa. To her surprise, the stranger laughed a bit at that.
"That's part of the reason why I didn't do that." Said the stranger, letting out a small smile that Vereesa found charming. "That and the fact I know that it wouldn't be right to hug a complete stranger that I know nothing off, despite what those fairy tale books say." That actually caused Vereesa to twitch her lips in amusement.
"I suppose." Said Vereesa. "Thank you again. Your presence was…refreshing." With that Vereesa left the stranger alone, needing to go back to the Silver Covenant's headquarters to do the more boring part of her job. As she left, the stranger called out.
"The names Jack Cooper, by the way." Said the stranger. Turning around at the declaration, Vereesa saw the man give a big smile and a small two finger salute to her.
Feeling her heart flutter a bit at that, Vereesa scolded herself for acting like a young elf maiden before giving out her name.
"Vereesa Windrunner." Said Vereesa before taking off, knowing that it was rude, but she needed to get away from him before he could see the blush that was forming from her cheeks.
Once she was alone, she touched her cheeks. To her shame, she felt them burning up slightly at the sight of that human, Jack, giving her that smile and salute.
"I've only been a widow for a few months and I'm already falling for another man!?" Thought Vereesa in shame as she wondered what Alleria and Sylvanas would say when they heard this. And her entire family for that matter. "Damnit. I need to distance myself from that man. Keep him away from me. It's the only way to be faithful to Rhonin." With that, Vereesa quickly made her way to the Silver Covenenat's headquarters.
As she was making her way, she was stopped suddenly by two Silver Covenant rangers.
"What is the meaning of this?" Asked Vereesa, feeling that something was amiss. One, a high elf male, sighed before telling her some dire news. Upon hearing it, Vereesa clenched her fists in anger.
Few minutes later
Restaurant
"You gave me this shit?" Asked Jack as he spat out the meat he just ate in disgust. Upon doing so, he drank down his glass of water in one go so that he could get rid of the taste of the meat.
"Hey, it's not our fault that you left to go comfort a widow, thus making us guess what you want." Said Courier as he ate his food, finding it perfectly fine. Although, considering he used to eat two-hundred-year-old food back in the Mojave and found the stuff good, he wasn't a good critique of food.
"C'mon, its not that bad." Said High Elf Archer as she ate some cuisine made for elves, if the lack of meat and small portions she got were any indication. Chief simply passed his food to Jack.
"Have mine." Said Chief before grabbing Jack's food. Upon eating it, Chief grunted at its taste before eating, finding the food tolerable.
"Thanks." Said Jack before eating Chief's food, finding it better than his own. Ikit, still in his box, just snickered as he ate his food, which was passed by the others when no one was looking. Although he was eating in the dark, Ikit was fine with this as Skaven were able to see in the dark.
"So, how was comforting Vereesa, by the way?" Asked Courier as he finished his food.
"Fine." Said Jack as he scratched his head. "She still misses her husband. Quite badly. She was literally in tears."
"Can't really blame her.' Said High Elf Archer, looking down at her food, feeling pity for Vereesa. "Lost her husband in a pointless war and has to live with the same people that made the weapon that killed her husband."
"The Blood Elves in Dalaran had nothing to do with that mana bomb." Said Chief. "They're completely neutral in this affair."
"I know that." Said High Elf. "I'm just saying it must be hard for her to be around them. Elves can carry quite a grudge against others, believe me."
"Really?" Asked Jack. "I thought that was a Dwarf thing." High Elf Archer laughed a bit at that.
"It is, but we Elves also carry grudges. Its just that the Dwarves are better known for that than us." Said High Elf.
"It true-true." Said Ikit through his commlink. "Beard-things and elf-things carry long grudges. Lasts for many-many years." Taking their word for it, the others went back to eating their food in peace. As they ate, Courier looked around, seeing Horde and Alliance citizens just eating, conversing with each other, or just enjoying each other's company.
To Courier, and everyone else, it was a sign that the two factions can work together. That they can put aside their differences and work toward a common goal of simply existing.
It reminded him of the times he helped several groups of people into cooperating with each other, despite blood being shed between them.
He managed to unite the Mojave chapter of the Brotherhood of Steel, a militant group of survivors that hoarded all military technology for themselves, with the NCR. Despite blood being shed between both sides at Helios one, a solar power facility/laser satellite weapon facility, he managed to have each other cooperate into a tense, but cooperative peace.
He even managed to get the Boomers, and Kings to unite with the NCR peacefully, despite some of their people hating the NCR with a burning passion, either for the NCR's greed or lack of care for citizens of the Mojave until they became citizens of the NCR, which he could understand. The NCR made some questionable decisions that made the Courier question the faction he was fighting for.
But like Cass, a companion of his, said, the NCR had some shaping up to do. And with a new president, Courier hoped that the shaping up can happen now and not later as the NCR desperately needed it at the moment, having stretched their forces thin with the campaign in the Mojave. Any further expansion without reprieve is just begging for the military to fall apart.
But enough of that, right now the Courier was focused on the Horde and the Alliance and how they could work together. If they can just let go of their hatred between each other, they could accomplish much together. If they don't, they'll just be sending all their soldiers and citizens in a perpetual cycle of death and hatred.
As he was wondering how they could help accomplish this, the restaurant they were in was suddenly barged in by a bunch of elves, High Elves by the looks of it, and Alliance soldiers, Stormwind troops. Before anyone could protest, a man in shiny white armor began to speak.
"By the order of Jaina Proudmoore, all Horde citizens are to be expunged from Dalaran effective immediately." Said the man before drawing out his sword. "You are given only one chance to surrender in peace. Any resistance will be meet with lethal force." As people looked at the knight in disbelief, one man, a human, got up from his seat and looked at the soldier.
"You can't do that!" Yelled the man. "They're citizens of Dalaran too! This is their home! You can't just force them out of their homes!"
"They can if they helped the Horde with escaping an item that could bring the end of the Alliance." Said the soldier as he put his sword at the man's chest. He then looked at his fellow soldiers. "Round all the Blood Elves up! Take them to the Violet hold now! Even the children!" With that, the other soldiers began to round up the Blood Elves. The first few protested at this, saying that Dalaran was their home as well, but after they got beat down by sword pummels, the rest complied.
As this was happening, the human that stood up glared at the knight.
"Is this what the Alliance does!?" Demanded the man. "We're suppose to be the paragon of virtue and justice, but from what where I'm standing at, we're no better than the people that destroyed Theramore!" Upon hearing that, the soldier holding him at sword point glared.
"How dare you!" Yelled the soldier. "The Horde destroyed Theramore completely, killing entire families! What they did at Theramore is much worse than what we're doing at Dalaran!"
"Then you do know how wrong this is!" Yelled the man. "Don't you see this is wrong! That you're punishing people for the wrongs of others! Don't you have a conscious! Would you do the same if this was an ally of the Alliance!" Upon hearing that the soldier looked away, for what no one knew. After a few seconds, the soldier looked back at the man before raising his sword and striking the man with the pummel of his sword, knocking him out.
"Arrest this man for treason!" Yelled the soldier before taking off. Another soldier then grabbed the unconscious man and dragged him out. With that, the rounding up of Blood elves began. As they were being dragged or forced out of the restaurant, team Sigma was watching this with growing rage.
"What the hell is wrong is these people!" Demanded High Elf as she saw some soldiers drag off a young Blood Elf couple. When she saw them drag a child off, she lost it. She was about to give the high elves and the Stormwind soldiers a piece of her mind when Chief grabbed her collar.
"Don't." Said Chief, as he held her in place. "This isn't the place for it." Though he also was enraged at what was happening, Chief knew that this wasn't the time for a fight. They didn't have any weapons on them, nor their armor to hide their identities. If they fought now, their faces will be known to all of the Alliance and they'll likely be hunted down as a result.
And since the Alliance was the only faction they can reliably purchase supplies from without a need for a disguise, they couldn't afford to have a bounty on them.
"We'll talk about this later. I promise." Said Chief, knowing that this needed to be addressed.
High Elf, wanted to protest, but the glare from Chief stopped her. Grounding her teeth together, High Elf couldn't do much but watch as people were being dragged off.
Few hours later
Torrington Base
"I can't believe we just let those soldiers drag off people!" Yelled High Elf Archer, now in her normal attire, paced around the mission control room of the IMC base they commandeered, now known to them as Torrington base, for themselves. "We should have done something! Anything to stop them!"
"It would have been pointless.' Said Chief. "We would have gotten arrested ourselves. We didn't have our equipment with us nor any weapons. Besides, even if we did beat those guards, what makes you think we could escape? They had the portal rooms all guarded up with soldiers." What Chief said was true, as they walked to a portal chamber out of Dalaran, they saw at least two squads of soldiers defending the portal room they went too. Then there was the fact, that they hear that Jaina herself was on a rampage herself in the Horde only districts, sending ice storms against anyone that went against her.
"I know it enrages you." Said Chief, trying to appease High Elf. "But, no matter what we do, we would have just been targets ourselves."
"He's right." Said Jack, knowing that Chief was right. "No matter what we did, we would have just ended up in prison like everyone else."
Courier nodded at that. Despite feeling anger at the Alliance for what they did, he knew that fighting then and there would have just been stupid. They needed to be smart. The only question is, are they going to help those people?
That question was answered by High Elf.
"Alright, fine!" Yelled High Elf, glaring at Chief. "So what are we going to do to save those people! We can't just let them suffer at the hands of Jaina and the Alliance!" Everyone then looked at Chief, who looked at the table in the middle of the room. Placing his hands on the table, Chief sighed before thinking on what to do.
If they were human citizens of the UNSC, you could bet your ass that Chief would have done a mission that would have had him rescue them. But they weren't. They were citizens of an, technically, alien species and he had no obligation to rescue them other than basic human decency.
Plus, saving those people, the Sunreavers, would make them an enemy of the Alliance. That meant they had to face the combined might of the Night Elves, Stormwind, the Dwarves, and all the other factions that belong to the Alliance. Now that Dalaran, according to the soldiers they passed as they made their way off of the floating city, was an Alliance city, that meant an attack on Dalaran meant it was an attack against the entirety of the Alliance. And that was something that Chief didn't want. A super power going up against just the eight of them. Not good odds.
That and Chief was uncomfortable with killing human combatants, having fought against aliens so long and fighting with human soldiers left John with an uneasy disposition in fighting against humans. And in this situation, he definitely didn't want to fight human soldiers just because one of his teammates wanted to be stupid and save the same people that were responsible for dropping a bomb on a city that killed everyone.
But then again, the others would probably save those people anyway. High Elf was just too naïve to think of the consequences of her morally good actions. Courier would do it, despite the consequences and same with Jack. Only Ikit would agree to his orders and that would only because he cared about his life and not his orders. Sighing, he talked to Cortana.
"What are the chances that Courier, Jack, and High Elf would go against my orders if I said we're not going to save those people?" Asked Chief, knowing that the probability was high.
"Over ninety percent, John." Said Cortana. "No matter what argument you can give, they'll just steal a gunship and go and save those people, despite the consequences. They're too morally good and free-spirited to listen to you, John." Chief sighed at that. After ten seconds, he looked at everyone.
"Alright, you all willing to save those people? Or to take Dalaran knowledge?" Upon hearing that, everyone smiled at that, even Ikit, but mostly because of the taking of Dalaran knowledge.
"Then, here's the plan."
Night
High Elf
Some distance from Quel'Thalas
"Why do I get the dangerous assignments?" Thought High Elf Archer as she walked up the road to the city of Quel'Thalas, the city of the Blood Elves. "Let's hope they're regiment lord is in a good mood cause this plan hinges on his cooperation." Taking a deep breath, she resumed her walk to the Quel'Thalas.
After some minutes, an arrow suddenly landed in front of her. Stopping when the arrow hit, High Elf Archer stood still as several Elven rangers came out of the forest all around her, their bows aimed at her, arrows at the ready.
Raising her hands in surrender, High Elf watched as one of the rangers came up to her, a female.
"What is your business here?" Demanded the Blood elf ranger, narrowing her eyes in hatred and suspicion. High Elf Archer took a deep breath before speaking.
"I'm here to speak with your regent lord. I have news that he wants." Upon hearing that, the rangers scoffed or laughed at her.
"Why would we bother our regent lord with a freak like you?" Asked the lead ranger, looking at High Elf's light green hair and eyes. Twitching her ears in anger at that remark, High Elf gave the ranger her reason.
"Then I guess you'll be the ranger responsible for the failed mission to save the Sunreavers from the Alliance." Said High Elf with a snarky tone. Just as she suspected, the lead ranger widened her eyes in shock at that.
"What do you mean?" Demanded the ranger after recovering from her shock. Smirking inwardly, High Elf said that she'll only speak to the regent lord about it. And that they should speak now or else the remaining Sunreavers at Dalaran will die because of the failed cooperation of the Blood Elves and her group.
Meanwhile
Dalaran
Vereesa
"The council of six needs to go to Stormwind to finalize our induction into the Alliance's ranks." Said Jaina as she spoke to Vereesa, who was in Jaina's private chambers at the request of Jaina. "I'm entrusting the safety of Dalaran to you, Vereesa. I trust that you won't let me down." Vereesa simply bowed at that.
"I won't." Said Vereesa. "Dalaran will be in good hands. I promise you." Jaina smiled at that before placing a hand at the left shoulder of Vereesa.
"I know. I was simply asking because of the Sunreavers. I trust that you can handle them and any dissident citizens." Said Jaina.
Vereesa nodded at that. Despite the expungement of the Sunreavers from Dalaran going relatively smoothly, there were dissident among their populace, particularly from those that come from districts that allowed both Alliance and Horde citizens in them. Already, both Jaina and Vereesa received half a dozen letters from disgruntled citizens about what happened.
Although Jaina didn't care, finding them to be from naïve fools, Vereesa could somewhat get it.
It was a sudden and abrupt change that was forced by the people of Dalaran. In time, after the facts were confirmed, the people of Dalaran would understand and agree with the decision of the council of six. Well, actually just Jaina, who ordered the expungement of the Sunreavers on her own authority, something that didn't sit well with the rest of the council.
What was happening now, were just people dissatisfied with the change or were confused, wanting clarification on what was going on.
Despite that though and her finding joy in the orders of Jaina, a tiny portion of Vereesa's mind disagreed with what Jaina ordered. Despite her hatred of the Horde and Blood Elves, she couldn't help but feel what they did was wrong. When Jaina ordered the expungement the Sunreavers from Dalaran, she meant every single one of them, including elderly and children.
And, despite her Silver Covenant following their orders to the letter, that small part of her felt that they could have done a lot better with the situation with the Sunreavers.
Still, what's done is done and she needed to live with her decision. And right now, she needed to handle the city of Dalaran while the council of six were away. Biding Jaina farewell, Vereesa left her chambers, eager to get back to her own home so she could spend time with her sons.
After a few minutes, she was halfway to her home when a Silver Covenant ranger ran up to her.
"Lady Windrunner, I apologize for this, but there's a protest being held near the Violet hold." Said the ranger. Upon hearing that, Vereesa sighed at that.
"I'll be there." Said Vereesa, disappointed that she was kept from her children again. With that, Vereesa left with the ranger to the violet hold.
Unknown to either of them, a certain rat was giggling to himself as he made his way to Vereesa's estate, eager to acquire whatever Silver Covenant secrets he could get while also getting what he wanted from the ranger's estate.
While he did that, a man in body armor was at the outskirts of the city. After making sure that no one would be hurt, he planted several bricks of plastic explosives on a bunch of unimportant places, like a wall or a lamp, high enough that no one could reach them without magic. After placing his explosives, he went to a tower, so as to make this more believable.
As he did that, two men were knocking out guards in the Violet hold. Chocking a Silver Covenant ranger into submission, Chief looked at Courier who was choking his own ranger.
Once that was done, the two looked at each other.
"Just so you know, we're going to be using a lot of ammo if we get caught and if High Elf doesn't get the regent lord to help out.' Said Courier as Chief brought out his silenced battle rifle.
"I know." Said Chief as he checked his weapon. "That's why the dropships are on standby."
"*Sighs* Let's hope we don't need them." Said Courier before following Chief to wherever the Sunreavers were in.