Sangraal Foundation - Player's Resource Guide (Employee Handbook)

Current Assignment:  The Memory of Azov

 

Memory of Azov

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

McClean sails in exactly at 10 AM and calls the meeting to order with
little preamble. He is his usual mocking self, making pointed comments
and wry observations. He's a bit caustic...

He speaks from memory and tells you:

The Memory of Azov Egg (or the Azova Egg) is a jewelled Easter egg made
under the supervision of the Russian jeweller Peter Carl Fabergé in
1891, for the then Tsar of Russia, Alexander III.

It was presented by Alexander III to Marie Feodorovna

It is one of the few eggs that has never left Russia. It was in the
Kremlin Armoury Museum in Moscow - but has recently been stolen and
there have, so far, been no clues found regarding the object which is
why we were contacted in order to find and return it.

Carved from a solid piece of heliotrope jasper, also known as
bloodstone, it is decorated in the Louis XV style with a superimposed
gold pattern of rococo scrolls, with brilliant diamonds and chased gold
flowers. The broad flute gold bezel is set with a drop ruby and two
diamonds that complete the clasp. The egg's interior is lined with green
velvet.

The surprise is a miniature replica of the cruiser Pamiat Azova (Memory
of Azov), executed in red and yellow gold and platinum with small
diamonds for windows, set on a piece of aquamarine.

The name "Azov" appears on the ship's stern, resting on an aquamarine
plate representing the water. The plate has a golden frame with a loop
enabling the model to be removed from the egg.

The egg commemorates the voyage made by then-Tsarevitch Nicholas and
Grand Duke George to the Far East in 1890.

The trip was made after a suggestion by their parents to broaden the
outlook of the future Tsar and his brother. At the time, Grand Duke
George was suffering from tuberculosis and the voyage only exacerbated
it. Tsarevitch Nicholas was also the victim of an attempted
assassination whilst in Japan and sustained a serious head wound. The
Tsarina was presented with the egg before these events occurred and it
was never one of her favourite eggs.

He gives you all a smile and says, "Questions?"

McClean listens to the discussion and when Dallas asks about operating
parameters, he stands up.

"The operating parameters have not changed, though after reviewing the
reports on the last assignment, it is clear our challenges have." He
smiles briefly before continuing.

"We don't break the laws of whichever country we're operating in, we
uphold the integrity of Sangraal, and we get the job done." He smiles.
"Clear as a summer's day."

He pauses, his blue eyes glittering briefly before he perches on the
edge of the table. "While it would be just peachy to take the high road
all the time, circumstances don't always allow that luxury. Like any
other organization, we leave the interpretation open to individuals -
and you'd better damned well be prepared to defend any breeches in code
and conduct."

He points to Jessica. "You there," he says, "you're an innocent twit in
a world that doesn't allow them." He points to Dallas, "You are a loose
cannon." He points to CJ, "You're a cynical old man with a chip on your
shoulder." He points to Jonah, without missing a beat. "You are lost
in your dream world." He points to Felice, "You're a walking
contradiction by necessity." He points to Stone, "You're asleep!
Mitchell, wake him up," he snaps before continuing, pointing to Mitchell
this time. "You are a playboy geek without conscience," he continues,
pointing at Celeste now. "You need a fire lit under you."

He stands, clasping his hands behind his back as he puffs his cheeks in
and out a couple of times, widening his eyes in mockery of some of the
expressions he sees on faces.

"Now that we've described the team, I'll leave it to you to figure out
how to work it. As you know, there's some changes going on upstairs.
Maddock's retired and working on his tan somewhere while we find a
replacement for the head of the ACU. In the meantime, direct your
inquiries to acting-head," he smiles and smirks, "interesting word,
let's see... Dagan should do for now. It will get kicked up to me if
it's something important."

He cocks his head to the side. "You can all guess that people skills
aren't my thing. Not after working with labor relations most of my
professional career. People suck as a rule, and the best we can hope for
is to suck worse so we get the job done."

He snaps his fingers suddenly, "I knew I was forgetting something.
You'll have someone going with you to Russia... someone you all know and
love... and it will be your job to keep her safe."

He grins expectantly. "What? Can't guess?" He rises to flip a switch -
suddenly the room is dimmed and an image appears on the wall.

Most of you would recognize her as Charlotte Weston, Director of Public
Relations.

"Ms. Weston will be trying to salvage what is left of our reputation
during this visit... and who knows, maybe she'll provide some much
needed distractin." He grins again. "Any questions now?"

 

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