Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141124040131/@comment-5543592-20141126141924

"Legate Hummel, sir." A Legionnaire stuck his head into the room Hummel and the rest of the officers had set up officer.

"Yes?" Hummel looked up from the parchment on his desk. Someone had written him a report on a group called "The Remnants"  that had recently tried to attack the soldiers stationed outside. They'd been slaughtered quite mercilessly, but apperently had had some interesting qualities. "The Deep Venue is completely operational, sir.  And a, uh, light has appeared.  It's been..." He was seemingly having troubled phrasing it.

"Well spit it out." Encouraged Hummel.

"It's been asking for you, sir.  Won't speak to anyone else."

Hummel nodded, and dismissed the soldier with a wave. He'd been expecting this moment, been told about it. He turned the parchment over and rose to his feet.

"Tribune Hummel.  Captain Darrow, Captain Frye."

He recieved a round of, "Yes, sirs." And they stood to attention.

"Take a compliment force each, and intiate phase two: move to Bhardamz, I will join you shortly.  Leave a small garrison here.  I don't want anyone wandering in here and finding out what we've been up to."

Frye and Darrow moved out. Queastor McCoy followed them soon after.

"Walk with me, Baxter"  Hummel lead the Tribune into a grand room with a stone slab floor and a cavern ceiling.

They were overlooking a large quanity of Morrowind Legionnaires from a balcony  They were milling about, somewhere maintaining weapons, others were working with Dwarven tech. Hummel decided he'd give a rousing speech before they inacted the second phase. He leaned forward and placed both hands on the rail, looking imposing. One by one the Legionnaires looked up at him, and stood respectfully to attention.

"You all remember Operation Ash Storm (kudos if someone gets the reference)?  It was my men, that would be some of you, who I had the honor of serving with at the time, on the ground that took out those targets. Twenty of those men, your brothers, were left to rot outside Ald'ruhn after the conflict ended. No benefits were payed to their families. No medals conferred. These men died for their country and they weren't even given a goddamn military burial. This situation is unacceptable.  The men of the Morrowind cohort are selected to carry out illegal operations throughout that former province. When they don't come home, their families are told fairy tales about what happened to them... and denied compensation. Well, I have choked on these lies my entire career. Well here and now the lies stop!  Two days from now we launch our strike.  You will each recieve several thousand Septims, on the circumstance that you never set foot on Imperial soil again."

Baxter nodded and listened to Hummel's speech, scratching his chin, and furrowing his brow. He was always a little skeptical of the plan, unlike the Captains. It was Darrow and Frye who were the real enthusastic ones. Hummel's plan was simple: shock the Empire into giving him thousands. He would give the familes of the fallen soldiers the compensation they deserved, and then pay his own soldiers. It was simple and effecient. Yet something about it didn't ring true with Baxter. And Baxter had a feeling something about it was bugging Hummel too.