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[You are treated today, Exsilium, to the sight of an absolutely irate looking woman who is not even close to hiding her hurt and disgust from the camera- and likely wouldn't be able to even if she wanted to.]

All of you who speak of laws in this place, of justice and freedom- you all wear two faces and you lie! You do not know what is fair, you bow your heads and you do the bidding of these slavers who have dragged us here to fight as pawns in a war that is not ours without complaint and you cage those who have the courage to make a stand for your freedom.

[And here comes the crux of the matter, here stands a mother grieving for a loss she believes she has been dealt due to her son's involvement in the mutiny. Timing's a bitch, it seems.]

My son wanted nothing more than to see us all free once more, he cared for your liberty and someone in this damned place has taken him from here, taken him in secret and punished him and now he is gone from here. I do not know who, I do not know how, but I will find them whether they are in this metal prison or the land below. Is this what people call justice?

[Vehemently, she takes the hatchet she claimed for herself months ago, and with all her strength she buries it in a water pipe. She does not seem to care for the upset to the plumbing she has caused.]

His name is Ratonhnhaké:ton. He is called Connor by some. Whoever is responsible will know me and will not suffer their regret for long when I find them.

[She ends the feed, with water still gushing over the blade of her buried hatchet.]

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[Who's taking full advantage of their recently restored encryption abilities? This guuuuuuuy. But talking down a mother down from starting a blood bath? Not really his forte.]

I shared a cell with your son.

Then you can help me find him. When did they come for him? Who was it?

[Someone might have the wrong end of the stick here, but she's not in the mood to sit about and think the matter through.]

No one came for anyone. I can promise you if they had, we wouldn't have let them take him. [A beat, then:] Look, I can't be completely certain - but my bet would be on him not being here at all. In this reality or whatever this is. Seems like he may've 'gone home.'

[He doesn't really like that turn of phrase - most people seem pretty certain that that's what happens when people up and disappear, but he's not entirely set on it enough to be completely comfortable with it.]

You think it is that simple? That they talk about not knowing how to punish us for daring to fight against them and then Ratonhnhaké:ton vanishes from this place? I cannot accept that, he cannot be gone, he would not go without a word. He would not allow it. The timing is too convenient.

[She doesn't even want to voice that suspicion, that he might have been taken even further from her and their home than this wretched place has already done.]

I don't, but I can promise it would've gotten out by now if something else had happened.

[Right? Because it's not as if Small had managed to keep quiet the part where Chloe had made a bid for Jesse Pinkman's head, now had she-- oh wait. No, that totally was swept under the rug.

Charlie pauses. After a moment:]

Talk to Small about it. She a tough bird, but she wouldn't lie to you about something like that.

I do not care what she has to say. I do not want to hear her excuses. I want my son.

[Her voice may be flat and calm but it doesn't reflect the fury in her eyes.]

These people are capable of anything. They can take us from our homes, they can drag us hundreds of years away from our lands and the people who love us, with that power it would be easy for them to take my son away without anyone knowing.

I just-- [He raises his hand, though it's not as if she can see it.] Just talk to her. I don't trust the bulk of these people any father than I could throw them, but Small's decent. If something's happened too Connor, she'd either know or be willing to help track down any leads.

[A beat. Then:] And if you do have anything to go by, I'll help you as best I can as well. Your son was-- is-- a friend.

[oh . . . she had no idea Connor's mother is here, and that makes his disappearance all the more heart-breaking]

I am sorry, that he has been taken away to who knows where.

Do not be sorry, be angry. A line has been crossed and they have meted out their justice as they see fit and it is my son who has paid the price.

Do not misunderstand, ma'am - I am angry as well. He is a friend.

But - before you seek justice, should we not find out what happened to him first? I know for a fact that the woman in charge of holding us all would not have let anything happen to him.

I have known enough jailers to know what they do with men like my son. I have been at the mercy of a jailer before, I do not think that the times have changed so much.

My son is gone. That is all I know. I will not rest until I know where.

I understand, but this one - she is different. I give you my word on that.

None of us will rest until we've an answer. I will help you in any way I can.

Easy, darling. I don't know what happened, but whatever it was I promise you that if someone did pick him up, we'll set it right. [God knows they're not about to abandon one of their own.]

Then you will help me find them?

[She could use an ally in all this; she cannot ever remember feeling so powerless and alone before and it is not a feeling she likes.]

Not a chance in hell that I'd turn my back on this. [In other words: yes. All in.] Have you heard anything from the others on what happened? Sorry to say I wasn't locked up with him.

I do not know. I visited him, I saw him caged like a beast and then-

[She cannot look at the screen, her hands are shaking with anger.]

Maria told me he was gone.

It's fine. [She's not being curt when she says it.] That's as good a place as any to start; I'll ask Maria for the details later.

We'll get it sorted, darling.

[Fully justified anger. Her reaction was the same any parent would have for the loss of their child. ]

I had heard of his disappearance. I should have contacted you sooner... I have done an investigation of the moonbase trying to locate him.

[Would that he had good news on this.]

I have discovered no sign of him.

[She watches carefully, for a second she has a fragile thread of hope to grasp at like a lifeline and then- gone. Gone just like her son, leaving her to wonder and fear for his fate.]

It cannot be a coincidence that they keep him captive and then take him from me. It cannot be.

[And yet...]

He always believed- he always thought that there was more behind the Initiative than they would want us to think. Now I think he was right.

The Initiative has so few forces left. How could they have entered and spirited him away with no one seeing?

[At least as far as they know. He is just playing devil's advocate here, trying to discover how this was done or where Connor might have been taken if this was what happened.]

Did Connor ever discover anything to prove there was more to them than we have been told? He was not subtle... if he learned something and those loyal to the Initiative heard of it that would be reason enough to see he was removed from the others.

We all wish to find him, but we cannot afford any rash actions. We need discretion. We need to keep our heads. If he is out there, then we cannot afford to lose you.

[ The last thing he needs is for another ally to turn up in Initiative prison. ]

You are well-versed in traveling over snow?

[ Perhaps Connor was dropped back on the planet early? He cannot know for sure. But if he is out there in the wilderness, several sharp pairs of eyes would be needed. ]

There is nothing rash in demanding answers and I intend to keep my head. The same cannot be said for whoever is responsible for this.

[Sorry Altaïr, Connor gets his temper from someone and it wasn't wholly from Haytham.]

I know how to move in winter, I have lived through almost thirty of them. In my land I would be a dead woman if I could not handle myself in snow.

[ He wishes he could talk of delicate matters in private on these damn tablet things. Another technological feature he should look into learning from someone, if he cannot teach himself. ]

The Initiative is sure to notice one of their own has gone missing without their leave. Particularly if they are missing their head.

[ Performing assassinations here is not wise... much to his chagrin. ]

I suggest scouting this new area. We will be in need of your knowledge if we are to help you. The winters are not this harsh, where we come from.

[ He wonders if he should speak for Giovanni like this, but he's pretty sure he'd want to help anyway. If not as a friend, then as an Assassin. Connor being held and tortured somewhere increased the risk of compromising the Brotherhood. ]

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(sorry for the delay! I was housesitting somewhere that left me unexpectedly internetless)

(and I've been swamped with work - so it's all good! :>)

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Sorry this is so late! Unexpectedly internetless last week when housesitting

totally fine! I'm so slow right now :'>

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[Video - Private] (I am so sorry this is so late! Lack of net last week)

[Video - Private] No problem! That can happen unexpectedly.

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[voice] Sorry this is so late!

[voice] likewise, i was busy with holidays lol