( Unhallow, Your character is fine. Just keep him vulnerable and we'll be fine. )

" Mcguane, Keris. "

He seemed the usual quick and silent jackass he had always been, but a particular tinge to his voice told of the sudden gravity he felt about the situation, obviously indirectly, but indeed it stood out. He seemed almost--nervous, uneasy in a very inevident way. He just had something in his eyes. Truth was, Letrevi was beside himself with worry, but retained his composure as was always his custom. He had always been the sort've rugged jawed marine leader. The sort of man who could obviously eat a palmful of tacks for breakfast. He stood, still in that arms over chest fashion, waiting the rest of his marines to line up..

He took his current time to look towards Keris, running a quick spot check over her and Mcguane, ensuring no violations were there to mention. He wasn't the sort to report, he was the Lt. that would look you over, point something out and tell your not to get your ass caught. For those who had been around Victor for a bit, they would already know his not so standard tactical fashions. He didn't work in the regular military way, especially on scavenge missions, even more especially on ones that made him uneasy. A rarity came, Victor saying more than a few words. He needed to do somewhat of an over-view of the situation..Two to three sentences would suffice he supposed.

" Deval is sending us to scavenge the UESS Harbinger. Suit up. We'll be docking at the Griphon soon. "

Victor pointed the way of the barracks, hardly concerned if his marines had their grub. He knew they weren't stupid enough to think he meant now. Victor was very clear when he wanted something done immediately. Soon meant they had a good bit of time to do it, meaning if they wanted to socialize or finish their lunch they could. He would have departed currently, but didn't bother just yet--He had more marines he was waiting for..he muttered shortly and impatiently under his breath.

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I saw the last glimmering starlight of his life and felt his breath cease from it's struggle. My hands quivvered in remourse, my eyes streamedn tears...I cried not because I had killed him..but because he had died--before my masterpiece could be completed.