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John Laurens. REBEL LEADER. Previous Number: #150. Apartment: E-195. PLANET: Fray-Laj.
Note by The Thray:
Keep an eye out for this man. He has weaponry. BE CAREFUL.
The blonde, pale, freckled man of John Laurens had his hands secured over something. A package. This package contained PIVOTAL information for the Rebel Cause. And right not, he was rushing away from where The Thray's guards were. He started picking up a lot of speed, his blue eyes illuminated by small floating violet lights located by tall white-stone buildings. The stone pathways clacked under his cargo boots, his bagged tan pants with small metal chains bouncing around. He had a red layered shirt, with a deep blue overcoat. But that isn't important. A Rebel Leader can't care about clothing. Eventually, he had to slow so drastically that his face nearly slammed into one of the metal pillars leading to the basement base for the Cause. He started rushing down a large flight of stairs that sat at the edge of a restaurant, his breathing getting drastically faster, and more laboured. His eyes screwed shut as he nearly collapsed in front of the door. He began knocking hard on it, his jaw clenching. "Oh Lord, hurry the hell up- they might be coming," he muttered to himself, his head turning quickly before his ponytail swished back with his head.
The door's tiny slot slid open, eyes staring at Laurens, who assumed he must have looked insane, with his wild, wide eyes. He quickly dipped his head, feeling his breathing get heavier. The door clicked, and opened wide, letting Laurens run in, trip on a piece of loosened wood, and drop the entire package. The entire base turned their heads towards him, eyes wide with curiosity. He could hear the door close behind him, a small giggle appearing from the man. Laurens pushed himself to his knees, and began trying to catch up to his own head. He shook out his head, but didn't try to stand- not quite yet. He reached out his hand, grabbing the package and holding it up. The crowd began curiously staring at it, a few younger individuals beginning to approach the paper-wrapped box. "This- this is the most pivotal shit WE'LL EVER HAVE AGAINST THE THRAY!"
The crowd filled with gasps. Laurens smiled wide, and began to finally get to his feet, holding the package as though it was a child. Finally, more information! Someone to SAVE! One of his most trusted Advisors, the Marquis de Lafayette, or Lafayette for short, came close, and began investigating the box, his dark hands securing themselves around the top. His chocolate-coloured bun was tightly secured to the top of his head as usual, with a green bow holding it together. He started to pull the lid off, and when it came off, he pulled out various coloured papers, with small notes scribbled into corners. His eyebrow raised as he inspected it, most of the notes making no coherent sense. But when he caught a line, saying one of the worst things Laurens himself had read by The Thray yet, Lafayette took Laurens' face in his hands, and muttered, "Oh shit. Oh, Lord, they'll kill Minister Schuyler. Braxit will have him assassinated!"
Laurens nodded his head, pulling Lafayette's hands off his face, and taking the paper into his hand. He held it up, his face turning bright red with anger. Minister Schuyler was a huge supporter of this rebellion, and The Thray knew it. They were too weak to come use their devices on the Rebels. At least currently. Taking into consideration Krat-Gon's recent near-destruction, they might as well, wouldn't change much. Of course, this band was becoming more and more … controlling. Laurens let his Rebels read the paper, and the screams in the crowd were what made it all worth his possible death. He knew these people would follow him to the ends of the planet, to see The Thray destroyed.
And he would make sure their wish was granted.
