ObsidianKnight

((OOC: Heh... Peregrine decided that he couldn't leave me alone. I have... returned...) Armiena suddenly jolted awake. Apparently she had been staring into her glass of the local brew for hours now. "Oh dear," she brushed a loose strand of dark hair out of her face "I seem to have fallen asleep. That's the last time I drink this vintage." She casually slided her goblet of the local wine across the bar. "Since I seem to have... fallen asleep, would anyone mind informing me what has transpired during my lengthy nap?"

Armiena looks up from her glass of wine towards the party leaving the tavern, and looks at the staff in an appraising manner just before it is wrapped up. "I'm surprised. Not much happens here--excepting, of course, the mysterious murders, that assassin, and ummm...." she leaves her sentence trailing off, realizing how stupid she just sounded. She decides to relieve her embarassment by downing the rest of her glass in one gulp.

Armiena turns towards the sound of a rifle shot, and wonders what that noise could possibly be... Then she sees the body lying on the ground, a pool of blood oozing from his chest and head. "My, my," she says. "People are dying from strange weapons again! I don't even see a projectile here." She begins inspecting the dead man's head, and sees that the 7.62mm bullet passed through his head. The round lays on the ground a couple of feet away. "Hey, this looks like that other arrow.... thing that I found a while ago. Maybe I should start collecting!" She cleans the 7.62mm bullet off with her robe, and places it in a pocket, along with the bullet with Tabanne's first kill.

Vatican City, approximately 2 days ago Armiena received word of Captain Laurela's expedition. All life on Mars had been totally obliterated, as though nothing was there. Sensors had detected usage of a strange new weapon, unlike the EMP cannon and anti-snow warheads. This weapon had likely destroyed Mars. The sensors also detected hyperspace entries, which ended at a distant point in space. A recon ship passing through the region had detected hyperspace anomalies, but not for long enough to be identified and investigated. She sends orders to Laurela to follow the hyperspace course, and drop out a safe distance from its end, and monitor any activity in the area. Two hours later, Laurela's fleet disappears into hyperspace, unaware of the party she's about to crash.

Armiena blushes uncontrollably. "I LOVE emeralds!" She turns around to let Shadzon fasten the pendant around her neck. "Finally, an actual gentleman in this bar."

Somewhere in space, inside the Maw... Brevet Captain Laurela was far from happy. She had spent most of her life in the group of asteroid bases that Armiena had set up in the Maw. Of course, happiness wasn't the goal of a clone. She rounded the track, sweat pouring off of her body, to see a superior waiting for her, arms folded. She stops, and salutes "Sir?" The officer says nothing, but returns her salute, and hands her a datadisk. "Orders." He says in a gravelly voice. He left quickly, not even saluting. Laurela showers off, and plugs the datadisk into a terminal. That "evening" she blasts off for space with a large fleet, searchign for disturbances that may be related to Peregrine's return. Just for fun, she blasts an meteor to atoms with a snow-powered energy weapon on the way out. She sets course for Mars, where a number of anti-snow explosions have been detected. OOC: the Maw is just the ring of black holes that my base is in.

Armiena turns away, disgusted. "Men.... you just have no idea how to behave around a lady?" She shuts her eyes, trying to hold back her nausea.

Violence erupts in Italy (on new Earth) against all non-believers (that is, those that don't belong to Armiena's perverted version of the Catholic church). Dozens of Protestants and Muslims are brutally beaten. The leaders of the Anglican church, several other major Protestant churches, and Sunni and Shi'ite Islam mysteriously disappear over the course of a few days. In their place are installed a few of Armiena's closest followers, carefully versed in the gospel of their respective faiths. A large number of predominant secularist politicians are invited on a luxurious cruise trip in the Caribbean. They have the time of their lives, smoking fine Cubans, getting tipsy on specialty drinks, until they take some time to shake off their hangovers and seasickness in a South American port. A Colombian rebel sneaks aboard their cruise ship, and plants a tiny bit of anti-snow in the engine room. A few hours after it leaves port, it blows up spectacularly, killing several and sinking the ship. The nearby shark population has a feeding frenzy of biblical proportions.

Armiena's comlink starts buzzing in her office in her hotel room in Turkey. As she is currently touring Turkey, promoting religious cooperation, she doesn't find it until a few hours later. By which time, a message is left for her. "Sir, one of our scout ships has detected anti-snow explosions. We've done some digging, and the bombers that delivered the charges are based off of one of Peregrine's designs. The connection is weak, but they use the same chassis." Armiena collapses in her chambers, believing that Peregrine has returned. She worries that she may have upsetted a god by believing that he was dead, and using the same technologies to ascend to godhood.

Armiena senses Xeniorn trying to summon Peregrine. You idiot, you don't just try to summon a god She decides to teach this fool an unforgettable lesson. She signals her engineers in her fleet, and orders them to redirect a couple of small meteors towards Xeniorn's tower. 2 days later, a pair of meteorites streak through New Earth's sky, giving sightseers a real show. One falls harmlessly into the ocean, but the other , reduced to the size of a softball by Earth's atmosphere, slams into the tower's foundation. As a result, the tower topples over and rolls whimsically off a cliff.

Armiena finally awakens from deep meditation. "Peregrine." Armiena, in her infancy as a goddess, detected a presence in the Immortal Realms. Peregrine, once totally obliterated, had now returned. She rises quickly, and reaches Chavez. "Peregrine is back." She pauses to observe the tall, burly man's shocked reaction. "I don't know how, but he's back. Send word to the fleet. Order them to mobilize and search for anything unusual." That evening, Armiena appears in public. She tells her followers to remain as faithful as ever, for the Judgement Day will come soon.

"Yeah. There was a big fight between these 'Habassans' and the Imperial Legion. I always get depressed at the sight of slaughter." Armiena stares into the bottle of cure poison. "I'm never going to drink Sujamma again."

"Hmmm?" Armiena shakes herself awake. "Ugh... I've got a bad hangover. I'm never going to drink sujamma again..." Armiena walks to the bar, and orders a hangover cure. The bartender presents her a massive bottle of a thick Cure Poison potion.

Armiena, stuck in her room, chugs a bottle of Cure Poison potion. Within 15 minutes, she comes back to her senses, dazed but alert. She opens her door with a spell, and demands her keys from the bouncer. He reluctantly hands them over, and she sits by the fire, trying to shake off a hangover.

Armiena is making a speech about the lack of progress of her investigations of the terrorist attacks on Parliament. A massive explosion shakes the ground, and Chavez and Sam Fischer (ooc: can I use that name without breaking a copyright?Sam Fischer is Splinter Cell's hero.) tackle her to the ground. A tanker full of homemade explosives has detonated in Rome's port. It has decimated an entire block of warehouses, and docks. The explosion set other tankers ablaze, and firemen have little choice but to let some of the tankers burn. Billions of dollars of oil and other goods have been destroyed. Armiena struggles to sleep that night, and has a strange dream. A man named "Mojlnir" celebrates his attacks. She puts in a call to France, and asks the Prime Minister for their records concerning a man nicknamed Mojlnir. There are none.