[hr][center][sub][color=cecece]DAY 1[/color] [color=ea3333]《》[/color] [color=cecece]STEELWATER [Landing Zone - A][/color] [color=ea3333]《》[/color] [color=cecece]Late Morning[/color] [color=ea3333]《》[/color] [@DeadDrop] [@Rockette] [/sub][/center][hr][table][row][/row][row][cell][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5383346][img]https://i.imgur.com/ERw7t7l.png[/img][/url][color=2e2c2c]▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇[/color][/cell][cell][quote][color=gray]

𝙸𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌.

𝚆𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚑 - 𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑. 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚁𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛. 𝙵𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜, 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚜, 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍. 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚎, 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖.

𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚗𝚞𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝙰𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚓𝚞𝚐 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚔𝚊𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚠 - 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝, 𝚑𝚎'𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚘 - 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚠.

𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚞𝚗𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚍. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝙵𝚕𝚎𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚎. 𝚄𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝙶𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚍𝚊, 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚜, 𝙵𝚕𝚎𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 - 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝙵𝚕𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚣. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚙.

[color=a187be]"𝙷𝚎𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 - 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢?"[/color] 𝙰 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚕𝚢𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍.
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[color=99945e][b]Summary[/b][/color][hr][color=99945e]Robert pulls himself from the ashes of the damned, looking for his team, looking for his pals.[/color]
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Tarnished, a word used for the Aeons mentally groggy from an atomic-hellfire.[/color]