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The air is heavy with a sense of dread. You can see it in their beady eyes, tears barely held in check, tongues knotted by fear leaving half parted lips. Everyone was waiting for you to take action.
" Hosvasia Eterna!" Roared the Offisov on your right, defying the scathing winds out here in the open. Perhaps he desired to express his undying loyalty in the presence of higher Offisovi overseeing the event.
It mattered little to you.
Taking a deep breath to regain your composure, you brushed off some snow from you shoulder. Anything to distract you from what is coming next.
"Read. Frostbitten fingers were barely able to clutch to the piece of paper handled by the Offisov.
"My name is Eishlaf Befaenov, 72nd Inspekktar Offisov of Precinct 21." The woman, nearly brevet of any clothing, addressed the audience with resounding serenity. You can tell she took quite a beating over the past couple of days and yet she displays not an ounce of fear for what is coming next.
"I have betrayed my duty to Hosvasia for my selfish needs: embezzling money, sparing Metaskha without proper justification, and abusing my authority; undermining the Precinct for four years. All the evidence against me has been compiled over the last six month by Invegkrat Offisov Feaed and Invegkrat Offisov Jakilova."
The two hounds of the Precinct, Everyone knows these merciless duo. Thank the Krucix they aren't here.
"Death is the proper punishment for my treason. My wealth and belongings will be confiscated. As I won't be able to support my famizit, their fate will be decided."
Her gloam eyes had finally met yours "By my successor."
The three of them were among the crowd surrounded by Offisovi. They're forced watch the execution. You did your best to escape their gazes.
"Hosvasia Eterna..." whispered Eishlaf before throwing the paper and lowering her neck, eyes glued to ground.
Eyes encircled you as the Offisov was about to surrender his weapons to you: A standard issued TK82 Semi automatic pistol and a light sabre which had definitely seen better days.
"Pick one, Komredas. I'd go for a sabre to impress them." The Offisov eyes darted over to themen from the capital. Most likely here to evaluate the new Inspekktar Offisov.
Your resolve was wavering. A pistol is ironically much more humane than the sabre. Are you willing to jeopardise your promotion for a better first impression? What of her Famizit over there? Your hands are shaking, sweat trickling over your forehead. What to do?
>Take the Sabre
>Take the Pistol
>Refuse to execute your predecessor
Regularly scheduled reminder: I'm not the OP, OP is rangebanned from posting images, so I'm uploading the thread in his stead.
" Hosvasia Eterna!" Roared the Offisov on your right, defying the scathing winds out here in the open. Perhaps he desired to express his undying loyalty in the presence of higher Offisovi overseeing the event.
It mattered little to you.
Taking a deep breath to regain your composure, you brushed off some snow from you shoulder. Anything to distract you from what is coming next.
"Read. Frostbitten fingers were barely able to clutch to the piece of paper handled by the Offisov.
"My name is Eishlaf Befaenov, 72nd Inspekktar Offisov of Precinct 21." The woman, nearly brevet of any clothing, addressed the audience with resounding serenity. You can tell she took quite a beating over the past couple of days and yet she displays not an ounce of fear for what is coming next.
"I have betrayed my duty to Hosvasia for my selfish needs: embezzling money, sparing Metaskha without proper justification, and abusing my authority; undermining the Precinct for four years. All the evidence against me has been compiled over the last six month by Invegkrat Offisov Feaed and Invegkrat Offisov Jakilova."
The two hounds of the Precinct, Everyone knows these merciless duo. Thank the Krucix they aren't here.
"Death is the proper punishment for my treason. My wealth and belongings will be confiscated. As I won't be able to support my famizit, their fate will be decided."
Her gloam eyes had finally met yours "By my successor."
The three of them were among the crowd surrounded by Offisovi. They're forced watch the execution. You did your best to escape their gazes.
"Hosvasia Eterna..." whispered Eishlaf before throwing the paper and lowering her neck, eyes glued to ground.
Eyes encircled you as the Offisov was about to surrender his weapons to you: A standard issued TK82 Semi automatic pistol and a light sabre which had definitely seen better days.
"Pick one, Komredas. I'd go for a sabre to impress them." The Offisov eyes darted over to themen from the capital. Most likely here to evaluate the new Inspekktar Offisov.
Your resolve was wavering. A pistol is ironically much more humane than the sabre. Are you willing to jeopardise your promotion for a better first impression? What of her Famizit over there? Your hands are shaking, sweat trickling over your forehead. What to do?
>Take the Sabre
>Take the Pistol
>Refuse to execute your predecessor
Regularly scheduled reminder: I'm not the OP, OP is rangebanned from posting images, so I'm uploading the thread in his stead.
