Among the Scribes
Jul. 21st, 2012 02:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aaaaaaaagh_sky"Never forget, my boy, that it's the Scribes that make the Brotherhood what we are." That was Scribe Peabody for you. "Oh, the fighting orders have their place, but they'd be nothing without us. The Wasteland's got soldiers everywhere you look. Without us, the only difference between a Knight or a Paladin and any random Wasteland merc would be a fancy name and a fancy gun- and no guarantees of the fancy gun even working. "
Jerald rolled his eyes. "I know, sir," he said. Off to his left, Librada snickered. "We all do. Everyone who's ever worked with you knows."
"Yes, well, don't you forget it." Peabody wagged a finger in his direction. "This is your first field assignment. I don't want you getting the wrong idea. Paladin 101 may have secured the place and brought in the resources, but this is Scribe work. Make sure you keep that in front of you!"
On Jerald's other side, Thornburgh coughed. "With all due respect, sir, I already had my lecture from Scribe Jameson. You know, my actual Order's proctor?"
"Don't get smart with me, young man." Peabody fixed him with a brief stink-eyed glare. "The Order of the Quill's not the only Order with a stake in this project."
"Uh, we kind of outnumber your Order three to one-"
"Yeah, that means a lot when there's a grand total of four people involved," Jerald muttered under his breath.
"What was that, Cancio?"
Jerald put on his best innocent look and spread his hands helplessly. Thornburgh didn't believe him. Nobody ever did.
"As I was saying." Peabody sniffed. "I don't know how an outsider like 101 ever got it into her head that resurrecting that old industrial beast was feasible, but Lyons and Rothchild agree with her. I wouldn't have thought it possible personally, but we've been committed to it, so give it everything you've got. You're the only weapon specialist who'll be going on this mission, so you'd better be a damned good one."
"You know I am, sir," said Jerald. "Remember Mjolnir? Remember how much work I did on that thing?"
"I remember. That's why I chose you," Peabody said. "It's no R&D assignment out there, but if this is going to happen, it's going to happen under a hell of a lot of covering fire! 101 said the old factory defenses were primarily bullet based, but that's not going to cut the mustard. All they're giving you four in the way of protection is three Initiates and 101 herself. You're going to make sure there's enough firepower at that factory and whatever power option the Quills come up with to keep everyone alive and the grounds intact. I believe in you, boy. If anyone can pull that off, it's you."
Personally, Jerald thought the whole thing sounded like he was being asked to churn Brahmin dung into uranium.
Jerald rolled his eyes. "I know, sir," he said. Off to his left, Librada snickered. "We all do. Everyone who's ever worked with you knows."
"Yes, well, don't you forget it." Peabody wagged a finger in his direction. "This is your first field assignment. I don't want you getting the wrong idea. Paladin 101 may have secured the place and brought in the resources, but this is Scribe work. Make sure you keep that in front of you!"
On Jerald's other side, Thornburgh coughed. "With all due respect, sir, I already had my lecture from Scribe Jameson. You know, my actual Order's proctor?"
"Don't get smart with me, young man." Peabody fixed him with a brief stink-eyed glare. "The Order of the Quill's not the only Order with a stake in this project."
"Uh, we kind of outnumber your Order three to one-"
"Yeah, that means a lot when there's a grand total of four people involved," Jerald muttered under his breath.
"What was that, Cancio?"
Jerald put on his best innocent look and spread his hands helplessly. Thornburgh didn't believe him. Nobody ever did.
"As I was saying." Peabody sniffed. "I don't know how an outsider like 101 ever got it into her head that resurrecting that old industrial beast was feasible, but Lyons and Rothchild agree with her. I wouldn't have thought it possible personally, but we've been committed to it, so give it everything you've got. You're the only weapon specialist who'll be going on this mission, so you'd better be a damned good one."
"You know I am, sir," said Jerald. "Remember Mjolnir? Remember how much work I did on that thing?"
"I remember. That's why I chose you," Peabody said. "It's no R&D assignment out there, but if this is going to happen, it's going to happen under a hell of a lot of covering fire! 101 said the old factory defenses were primarily bullet based, but that's not going to cut the mustard. All they're giving you four in the way of protection is three Initiates and 101 herself. You're going to make sure there's enough firepower at that factory and whatever power option the Quills come up with to keep everyone alive and the grounds intact. I believe in you, boy. If anyone can pull that off, it's you."
Personally, Jerald thought the whole thing sounded like he was being asked to churn Brahmin dung into uranium.