This post is a direct response and tied to the following posts Outbreak of Gang Violence in Old Market and Regarding the recent Gang Violence
Monday, 26 January 2015 - Noon
On the steps of Rhydin's Town Hall, the Governor stepped up to a podium to address the city's press. "Less than a week ago, the Baroness of Old Market pledged to stand against organized crime in her district. The next day one of our more renowned citizens, Jewell Ravenlock, spoke up in support of this goal." Pausing for a moment, Ebon drew a calming breath. "Their statements are most admirable, and sadly well-timed in the wake of this past weekend. As you are all aware, the Old Market was rocked by an outbreak of vicious fighting Saturday evening, between two rival factions... gangs, let's call them what they are, the Fae Dynasty and the Sidhe Syndicate. In the wake of this violence, many of the Syndicate's leadership lay dead."
Silence hung heavily in the air after this statement for several seconds, broken by the softest murmurs among the gathered reporters as the Governor looked out across the plaza. Just before the bolder members of the press could raise hands, however, he continued. "I don't give a damn about thugs killing each other. What I do care about are the people of this city caught in the middle of it. Several bystanders were injured amidst the fighting, and at least three are now dead. Killed simply by being in the wrong place at the wrong time." Dark eyes narrowed and Ebon's lips thinned as he spoke. "This will not, must not stand! So I pledge all the support that I and my office can muster towards combatting and eliminating these gangs from our city. These are not grandiose villains or criminal masterminds; they are thugs, plain and simple, and if they continue to wreak havoc in Rhydin, breaking families and ruining lives simply to build their own personal power... then they will be brought down. Thank you for your time. Stay safe." With a sigh, he stepped back from the podium and turned to head back inside.
The broadcast concluded leaving many of the 27th who had watched with more questions. The outbreak of violence was already something they were quite aware of, but they had standing orders from their ?CO? that they were to maintain their presence within their lines of jurisdiction and to bolster their own borders to assure the safety of their people and businesses. Especially given the recent resurgence of ?Brimstone? which now somehow affected humans and was being transported by ?mules? that were no older than 12.
Back and forth the chatter went amongst the Watch members, as to when they would move in to support the efforts and why it was so important for them to remain put.
Then, a phone began to ring? And another? And yet another. Soon the lines were all lit up as caller after caller had questions, tips and concerns in regards to the outbreak of violence. So much so was the call volume that additional units were called in from their other duties inside the Station, just to assist with the calls. Not to mention one particular Captain?Kerri Al?Tuatha Ravenlock, self-proclaimed Queen of Mithra Mayhem.
She was hardly amused, as she watched everything unfold.
Leaving a desk officer in charge for the moment, she turned down the hallway, yelling at the top of her lungs??Brian, get out here!?
Monday, 26 January 2015 - Noon
On the steps of Rhydin's Town Hall, the Governor stepped up to a podium to address the city's press. "Less than a week ago, the Baroness of Old Market pledged to stand against organized crime in her district. The next day one of our more renowned citizens, Jewell Ravenlock, spoke up in support of this goal." Pausing for a moment, Ebon drew a calming breath. "Their statements are most admirable, and sadly well-timed in the wake of this past weekend. As you are all aware, the Old Market was rocked by an outbreak of vicious fighting Saturday evening, between two rival factions... gangs, let's call them what they are, the Fae Dynasty and the Sidhe Syndicate. In the wake of this violence, many of the Syndicate's leadership lay dead."
Silence hung heavily in the air after this statement for several seconds, broken by the softest murmurs among the gathered reporters as the Governor looked out across the plaza. Just before the bolder members of the press could raise hands, however, he continued. "I don't give a damn about thugs killing each other. What I do care about are the people of this city caught in the middle of it. Several bystanders were injured amidst the fighting, and at least three are now dead. Killed simply by being in the wrong place at the wrong time." Dark eyes narrowed and Ebon's lips thinned as he spoke. "This will not, must not stand! So I pledge all the support that I and my office can muster towards combatting and eliminating these gangs from our city. These are not grandiose villains or criminal masterminds; they are thugs, plain and simple, and if they continue to wreak havoc in Rhydin, breaking families and ruining lives simply to build their own personal power... then they will be brought down. Thank you for your time. Stay safe." With a sigh, he stepped back from the podium and turned to head back inside.
The broadcast concluded leaving many of the 27th who had watched with more questions. The outbreak of violence was already something they were quite aware of, but they had standing orders from their ?CO? that they were to maintain their presence within their lines of jurisdiction and to bolster their own borders to assure the safety of their people and businesses. Especially given the recent resurgence of ?Brimstone? which now somehow affected humans and was being transported by ?mules? that were no older than 12.
Back and forth the chatter went amongst the Watch members, as to when they would move in to support the efforts and why it was so important for them to remain put.
Then, a phone began to ring? And another? And yet another. Soon the lines were all lit up as caller after caller had questions, tips and concerns in regards to the outbreak of violence. So much so was the call volume that additional units were called in from their other duties inside the Station, just to assist with the calls. Not to mention one particular Captain?Kerri Al?Tuatha Ravenlock, self-proclaimed Queen of Mithra Mayhem.
She was hardly amused, as she watched everything unfold.
Leaving a desk officer in charge for the moment, she turned down the hallway, yelling at the top of her lungs??Brian, get out here!?