Post by Sherman Bragg on Jun 8, 2012 13:48:38 GMT -5
Town of Redbrick
August 7, 2517 – Aberdeen
10:37 A.M Local Time
Tipping his hat and smiling, Bragg walked passed a group of ladies that were standing on a wooden walk ways in front of one of the buildings. The dirt in the middle of the street likely would have dirtied up their shoes, and Bragg understood that they didn’t want to have that happen. He continued to walk across it however, as he didn’t have as much concern since his boots were meant for that sort of thing.
As he approached the door to his office a man approached him. He had a cowboy hat on and had a big smile on his face.
“Mornin’ Marshal.” The man said cheerily.
”Good morning Vincent.” Bragg replied nodding his head.
“When’s the next a yer poems gonna be ready fer the publishin’? My wife’s sure lookin’ forward to it.”
Bragg gave a short laugh. He tapped on his head. ”Somethin’s cookin’ up here, believe me.” He replied reassuringly. ”You can tell your wife she’ll have somethin’ to read soon.”
“I sure will Marshal, you have a fine day.” The man mentioned as he began to walk away.
”Same to ya, Vincent.” Bragg finished placing his hand on the door, and opened it up. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him.
Through clear windows light shown through the wood and metal building. The main room was fairly large, and had several desks and chairs. At the back there were a set of jail cells, which were large enough to hold several people in. They only had a set of bench beds, and a chamber pot in each. At one of the desks there was a man cleaning a rifle.
”Good Mornin’ Robert.” Bragg greeted the man cleaning the rifle, still walking by.
“Mornin’ to ya Sherman.” The man replied as he watched Bragg continue to walk forward past the cells to a door at the back.
Bragg opened the door, and stepped through it. He stood inside a room with a gun rack and other bits of equipment. It wasn’t very large, but it wasn’t very cluttered either. Bragg moved to a part of the floor, and grabbed a rope that was there. He pulled it up, and a square of the floor came up. It revealed a metal piece of the floor, with a small code panel on it. Bragg punched in the code, and the door opened up. It was a common basement lock that one would fine in a town like that.
However when the code was activated, it opened up a large passageway in the wall. Bragg stood back up, and walked into it. Once he was inside the wall in front of him closed, and an elevator began to lower him. It was slow, and he only had a small red light to brighten the room. After a few moments it stopped, and the wall opened up once more.
Before him now was a large room, which was lit from bright lights on the ceiling. It was completely metallic, but the walls were rusted at some points. There were screens and wires everywhere, with men sitting at consoles monitoring them. It was almost like seeing the bridge of a small navy ship, as everyone was working and knew exactly what they had to do.
”How’s the day been boys?” Bragg asked walking in. But to his surprise he wasn’t greeted with bright and shining faces. There wasn’t even really a response to what he asked. Instead one of the men approached him.
“Sir.” One of the men said. “You’re going to want to see this.” The man said. It was as though he knew what he was going to show him was going to make Bragg upset. Still without a word Bragg followed. The man altered one of the screens to show a news report titled “Battle on Beaumonde Trading Outpost”, and he heard the man speak.
Bragg watched without a word, as the story of actions taken two days earlier were explained to him from the perspective of the Alliance. The news always made him angry unless it was the Alliance talking about bad news, since that was good news for them. When they started talking about Black Sand, the freedom fighting organization which he headed, he was made very upset. He didn’t know how they found out about so much of what they had done, and that upset him. But when the Former General Longstreet had given a statement, that’s what upset him the most. It was as though the rest of it faded away, it was just the single statement that stayed with him.
When it was over, Bragg looked around and shook his head. ”Bastard.” Of course in terms of the war effort, Bragg had not been as instrumental or done nearly as much, but he still hadn’t given up on the cause. ”He sits at the peace talks, lining his pockets with the war profits, and now he’s rich and up in close with them and their Alliance?” Bragg shook his head again. ”Ruttin’ traitors.” Bragg said walking forward, and sitting down in a chair. ”I can’t stand em.”
Bragg then went to work at an unoccupied console, working like the rest of his men there to organize the next move of “Black Sand”
August 7, 2517 – Aberdeen
10:37 A.M Local Time
Tipping his hat and smiling, Bragg walked passed a group of ladies that were standing on a wooden walk ways in front of one of the buildings. The dirt in the middle of the street likely would have dirtied up their shoes, and Bragg understood that they didn’t want to have that happen. He continued to walk across it however, as he didn’t have as much concern since his boots were meant for that sort of thing.
As he approached the door to his office a man approached him. He had a cowboy hat on and had a big smile on his face.
“Mornin’ Marshal.” The man said cheerily.
”Good morning Vincent.” Bragg replied nodding his head.
“When’s the next a yer poems gonna be ready fer the publishin’? My wife’s sure lookin’ forward to it.”
Bragg gave a short laugh. He tapped on his head. ”Somethin’s cookin’ up here, believe me.” He replied reassuringly. ”You can tell your wife she’ll have somethin’ to read soon.”
“I sure will Marshal, you have a fine day.” The man mentioned as he began to walk away.
”Same to ya, Vincent.” Bragg finished placing his hand on the door, and opened it up. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him.
Through clear windows light shown through the wood and metal building. The main room was fairly large, and had several desks and chairs. At the back there were a set of jail cells, which were large enough to hold several people in. They only had a set of bench beds, and a chamber pot in each. At one of the desks there was a man cleaning a rifle.
”Good Mornin’ Robert.” Bragg greeted the man cleaning the rifle, still walking by.
“Mornin’ to ya Sherman.” The man replied as he watched Bragg continue to walk forward past the cells to a door at the back.
Bragg opened the door, and stepped through it. He stood inside a room with a gun rack and other bits of equipment. It wasn’t very large, but it wasn’t very cluttered either. Bragg moved to a part of the floor, and grabbed a rope that was there. He pulled it up, and a square of the floor came up. It revealed a metal piece of the floor, with a small code panel on it. Bragg punched in the code, and the door opened up. It was a common basement lock that one would fine in a town like that.
However when the code was activated, it opened up a large passageway in the wall. Bragg stood back up, and walked into it. Once he was inside the wall in front of him closed, and an elevator began to lower him. It was slow, and he only had a small red light to brighten the room. After a few moments it stopped, and the wall opened up once more.
Before him now was a large room, which was lit from bright lights on the ceiling. It was completely metallic, but the walls were rusted at some points. There were screens and wires everywhere, with men sitting at consoles monitoring them. It was almost like seeing the bridge of a small navy ship, as everyone was working and knew exactly what they had to do.
”How’s the day been boys?” Bragg asked walking in. But to his surprise he wasn’t greeted with bright and shining faces. There wasn’t even really a response to what he asked. Instead one of the men approached him.
“Sir.” One of the men said. “You’re going to want to see this.” The man said. It was as though he knew what he was going to show him was going to make Bragg upset. Still without a word Bragg followed. The man altered one of the screens to show a news report titled “Battle on Beaumonde Trading Outpost”, and he heard the man speak.
Bragg watched without a word, as the story of actions taken two days earlier were explained to him from the perspective of the Alliance. The news always made him angry unless it was the Alliance talking about bad news, since that was good news for them. When they started talking about Black Sand, the freedom fighting organization which he headed, he was made very upset. He didn’t know how they found out about so much of what they had done, and that upset him. But when the Former General Longstreet had given a statement, that’s what upset him the most. It was as though the rest of it faded away, it was just the single statement that stayed with him.
When it was over, Bragg looked around and shook his head. ”Bastard.” Of course in terms of the war effort, Bragg had not been as instrumental or done nearly as much, but he still hadn’t given up on the cause. ”He sits at the peace talks, lining his pockets with the war profits, and now he’s rich and up in close with them and their Alliance?” Bragg shook his head again. ”Ruttin’ traitors.” Bragg said walking forward, and sitting down in a chair. ”I can’t stand em.”
Bragg then went to work at an unoccupied console, working like the rest of his men there to organize the next move of “Black Sand”