{Final Death} The Aftermath

Lucan Thorne  March 13, 2013  *Pacing the length of his office, trying to abate the amber glowing in his eyes, filled with anger and utter disbelief at how a simple recon mission ended so unfavorably. How could the young warriors be so careless?
As the sound of multiple pairs of heavy boots echo down the hall, He seats himself behind his desk; giving a nod to Tegan who’s leaning against the wall impassively arms crossed in front of his chest. When Kellan, Mira and Nathan cross the threshold of his door way he mumbles a curse under his breath* Fuck, the Kid looks like hell. *Raising his voice as he meets three sets of eyes* what the hell happened out there?

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Kellan Archer *Still feeling like crap as I step into Lucan’s office and see two pair of angry eyes. I want to look away but hold my gaze trying to find the words for what happened in the club*

Mira Nicholas-Archer *Despite being reassured by Kellan that there can be no bond between him and the female breed, I can't help but feel broken down inside. My eyes feel puffy from the tears that have been shed in the time between leaving the arena and entering the compound. I let go of Kellan's arm as we enter Lucan's office...I watch as Tegan's eyes scan over us and I know he is disappointed. I can see it in his eyes and hear it in his words. How many times has he taught us not to let our emotions get the better of us? When we stop at the desk, I am the first to speak up* It was a cage fighting ring, female breed like Tavia but trained in combat was in the center. They...they taunted us until someone volunteered to fight her.

Nathan Bishop *My gaze sweeps from Lucan to Tegan as I take note of their angry stances and my early training kicks in and I refuse to offer excuses. With little inflection in my voice, I repeat the events from the night including the intel on the female GenOne, Satora, that they had prior run ins with and her Breed handler, Diabolus, as Mira mentioned.* We have proof now who is behind Final Death.

Lucan Thorne *Listening to the events of the night, each of them presenting their own explanation , His anger boils over, *Banging his fist on the desk* You mean to tell me that sad excuse of a breed Diabolus and his Gen One lackey were able to goad three Order trained warriors into a fight? A fight that could have ended up with someone gravely injured, or even dead? *

Kellan Archer *I look Lucan in the eye as I state my case of the events* I had no other choice but to protect Mira, it was like they were expecting us to show up. *As Tegan moves near his words biting a little bit I open my mouth before I have time to think about what I’m doing* It’s not like I wanted to end the night beaten up and looking like an ass in front of you.

Mira Nicholas-Archer Don't get mad at Kellan, he was pushed into the cage because he was trying to save me from my stupidity. *I look up at Tegan and begin to feel as though I am shrinking in size.* She was vicious. *I mentally curse the tear that begins to fall from the corner of my eye* I can't stop it!! *I yell at them as I brush tears off my face* She licked his blood off her fingers!! *I exclaim before I even realize*

Nathan Bishop *Nodding, my mind went over the events and I know that our actions may not have be seen as the best, but it was what happened. I lay a hand on Mira's shoulder, silently giving her support.* Where do we go from here?

Lucan Thorne *Running his hand through his hair, he looks at Tegan as he makes his way back to his chair* First of all, go get yourselves properly taken care of, second, you are all off of rotation, I haven't even made my mind up as to how long, I'll speak to Tegan and he will let you know what we decide, *Looking at Mira's swollen eyes and tear streaked face, he decides to ease her suffering just a bit* Mira, you don't need to worry about that female being bonded to Kellan, We know from her encounter with another breed male that she is genetically incapable of bonding. *raising my voice again* Lastly get your asses out of my office. looking at you three is giving me a headache.

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