<div class="floatright">(http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/robotech/images/b/bf/Jack_Archer.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20110325082320)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jack Archer<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Skyrim, Execution grounds<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Restrained, Gagged<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>W.A.R. (m), Sylvana (m), Ganondorf (m), Miranda (m), Kristen (m), Samus (m), Revan (m), Megaman (m), Rozalin (m) Open.<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Thinking<br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Jack leaned against the bars of his cage as he waited for the "Shitlords" to finish whatever the hell they were doing, probably one enormous circle jerk if you asked him. His eyes slowly passed along the others in the Cages around him. He could hear hero, and villain alike trying to needle, and goad the guards into doing something foolish, or stupid. It was heartening to see that their spirits were still up, and that most have not given up hope. Jack had to admit, the snark of the platinum blonde woman in asking to make sure the ax was very sharp was refreshing. Even the other women of the group were adding their various amounts of two cents. Jack liked that. He was worried that the women would get the worst of it, particularly the two with the most "Assets" on display. The blonde with the form fitting blue suit that pretty much left nothing to the imagination, and the Purple skinned one barely clothed at all.<br/><br/>Speaking of the Miss Purple, Jack watched as she paced her cage, threatening the guards. Sheesh, how cold was she in that? He moved over to the side of the cage closest to them so he could easily hear the conversation she shared with her cage mate. A quiet masked man that like that robot looking guy, hardly moved at all during their travel. Jack wasn't sure if he was alive, or artificial like a couple of the others. Jack turned his attention back to Miss Purple, and saw that she was definitely "miffed" about the situation as she stormed about her cage. Jack had to admit, he enjoyed watching her move around. He leaned against the bars as he watched. Though as she mentioned about "Gagged a Poor Fellow", Jack's eyes opened wide as he quickly looked around to see if there was anyone else gagged. Seeing none, he smirked behind his gag.<em>Aw, she is thinking about me. I'm touched.</em>. Had he not had the gag on, he would have probably engaged in some shameless flirting with said Beauty.<br/><br/>She would go on, and declare that she was a Queen, Jack couldn't help but remember something the late Admiral Gloval once was heard saying about Senator Russo after the Senator made a surprise visit. That pompous midget truly felt he was God's gift to politics, and that the "regular" people were beneath him, and his ilk. A sentiment that was shared by many int he UEG at the time. Jack sighed as Gloval's words echoed in his mind "At the end of the Game, the King, and Pawn both go in the same box."<br/><br/>Jack turned his attention away before Miss Purple's cage mate could respond. He looked to a monster of a man that barely fit his cage as he started to speak honeyed words that he tried to drip like fine poison into the ears of his captors. Jack raised an eyebrow as he listened. Whoever that large man was, the boys at Psy-Ops would have loved to get their hands on him, and have a nice chat about his methods. Jack could see he was trying to plant seeds of doubt, and greed within weak minds that craved power, and wealth. Jack was thankful that man wasn't talking to him. That deep voice seemed to exude a power that can sway multitudes.<br/><br/>It would appear that time was not with them, nor their tactics seemed to be working as Roward laughed, and talked about the fight in all of them, and because of that it was going to make their execution more satisfying. He would then quickly order the guards to get the prisoners out of their cages so they could walk to their deaths. Though at the mention of the "Royal Hunt". A sense of dread, and fear flashed in Jack's eyes. He knew of the Hunt. Everyone did. They were the Empress's taskforce for doing her "Dirty Work." This was not good, so not good! The chances of his, or any of their escape was quickly shrinking with each passing moment.<br/><br/>Jack tensed as a couple of guards approached his cage, and opened the door. He thought about running, or resisting, but decided against it as it would only be a waste of his energy. Energy that he might need later. So he slowly stepped down from the cage onto the frigid ground. His pilot boots crunching against the snow. The bolts through his wrists causing bolts of intense pain to course though his arms. He would fall in line with the others. Standing just between a young woman in a Victorian style dress, and Blue person that is missing Most of his right arm.<br/><br/>They walked them through the woods down the beaten path, and Jack found himself constantly looking up through the canopy of trees, and to the blue skies above. He could feel his soul yearning to be up there in the sky. Ripping through the clouds at supersonic speeds. Jack was a pilot. His soul was born to soar the heavens, his hand upon the Flightstick, and HOTAS. However, it looked like Jack won't be able to return to the skies. A mirthful chuckle slipped passed his gag as he thought about his chiefest rival.<em>Well, Kiyora. Looks like you are not the one to kill me as you once swore.</em>. Not that she had a chance anyways as Jack killed her in the skies over his own world in a duel. He remembered her Queadluun Rea as it burned, falling from the sky like a meteor.<br/><br/>After about an hour, Jack noticed the Trees started to clear around a large clearing with ominous standing stones reaching up out of the ground like skeletal fingers that are trying to grasp at something. In the middle of the ring of stone was a large alter in the middle with what looked like two Samurai warriors in full armor, waiting. There, to greet the procession outside the ring of stones was a large dark armored person astride a black steed. The Skulled helmet succeeding making him even more intimidating. These three individuals only added to the already oppressive weight of the air that seemed to hang over this place like a death shroud.<br/><br/>Jack watched as the Shitlords started to disperse, but not one dared to enter the circle. It would appear that they were hesitant, perhaps afraid of entering the circle. But why? Was this something Jack could exploit? Roward approached the horsed knight, and spoke with respect as he requested the money promised. To which the mounted person obliged, tossing a heavy looking bag of coin to the leader whom tested it while more Royal Hunt Members started to appear from the trees. Jack's eyes scanned the parameter, starting to become a bit desperate to find an escape for him, and as many as he could bring with him as more, and more Royal Hunt Members started to appear.<br/><br/>Roward tried to suggest that The platinum hair woman that gave him so much snark be one of the first to go, but it would appear that the Horseman had other plans, and pointed to one of the robotic looking men, and the monstrous dark skinned man to be the first to fall victim to the blades of the executioners. Jack had to think of something, and fast.