Sun Oct 20, 2013 8:59 pm
Ashland Sat in his lab with a dark shading under his one good eye. Obviously his work had cost him a few hours of sleep. His fingers typed across his key board as the light from the monitor seemed to light the dark room. He was alone in one of the less commonly used labs as usual. His studies known only to him as his fingers seemed to race. His eye looking over the results of each simulation with a consant vigilance. Typically in his squad people would wear white robes but as the captain he was wearing dark purple robes with A metal breast plate with the division symbol carved into it. His one yellow eye peeked over to the side at a video footage of the main labs on the other screens. Each flickering to life at his whim. Or rather a couple clicks of the mouse. He liked this lab because it recorded and kept records of every place a hell moth could be found. And some places people would never think to look. He would observe the other shinigami from time to time. Just Wondering what was going through their mind and if loyalty and honor would hold it all together.
It was then that his eye widened to the bright red of the flashing alert lights. Before He rose from his chair. His robes moving to flow around him as he brushes his long hair back out of his face with one hand revealing the face the people either respected or feared. The 12th divisions captain. His other hand reached out as he passed the door grabbing the abnormally long swords masamune. One of the largest unreleased weapons in the shinigami forces. He hadn't always been a scientist after all. His eye darted to the side as one of the unseated approached him from the hallway and handed him a display pad summarizing what the alert was over. He frowned at the results. Why would the Espada move so rashly? He shook his head as he entered the main communications room. Lights flashing and people calling back and forth for reports. However as he stepped foot onto the center station overlooking the room the trained men went silent as his yellow gaze focused on the screen. A birds view of the human city. And a wave of hollow energy flowing inside the town.
"Report."
One man stepped forward and bowed his head. Another unseated. Before he spoke in a steely tone. An older scientist. But mostly known for being grim at the best of times. "A hollow signature has appeared Captain. Estimated some where between vice captain and captain level. They aren't bothering to hide sir."
Ashland nodded as he thought about it. If he wanted to lure the enemy out he would surely send out just one as bait. But at the same time they could not simply ignore the danger of such a powerful Hollow signature. It might consume the entire city if left alone. Ashland would not sit back and let that happen. So he looked over the men before speaking clearly and with authority.
"Tell the units watching the area to stay back and maintain a safe distance. Have them keep in constant contact with us and report back any differences. Send out hell moths to inform the other captains of the situation and warn them of the possibility of a trap. We will not underestimate our opponent. But we will not let them tread on our name."
It was then that his eye widened to the bright red of the flashing alert lights. Before He rose from his chair. His robes moving to flow around him as he brushes his long hair back out of his face with one hand revealing the face the people either respected or feared. The 12th divisions captain. His other hand reached out as he passed the door grabbing the abnormally long swords masamune. One of the largest unreleased weapons in the shinigami forces. He hadn't always been a scientist after all. His eye darted to the side as one of the unseated approached him from the hallway and handed him a display pad summarizing what the alert was over. He frowned at the results. Why would the Espada move so rashly? He shook his head as he entered the main communications room. Lights flashing and people calling back and forth for reports. However as he stepped foot onto the center station overlooking the room the trained men went silent as his yellow gaze focused on the screen. A birds view of the human city. And a wave of hollow energy flowing inside the town.
"Report."
One man stepped forward and bowed his head. Another unseated. Before he spoke in a steely tone. An older scientist. But mostly known for being grim at the best of times. "A hollow signature has appeared Captain. Estimated some where between vice captain and captain level. They aren't bothering to hide sir."
Ashland nodded as he thought about it. If he wanted to lure the enemy out he would surely send out just one as bait. But at the same time they could not simply ignore the danger of such a powerful Hollow signature. It might consume the entire city if left alone. Ashland would not sit back and let that happen. So he looked over the men before speaking clearly and with authority.
"Tell the units watching the area to stay back and maintain a safe distance. Have them keep in constant contact with us and report back any differences. Send out hell moths to inform the other captains of the situation and warn them of the possibility of a trap. We will not underestimate our opponent. But we will not let them tread on our name."