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[img]https://i.imgur.com/lzy9BpK.png?2[/img][/center][hr] Ingrid [@wikkit] & Marit [@Starlance][hr]

Men and women scattered across the open yard of an unknown and otherwise unimportant scrapyard. Many spoke in loud whispers as they spread the news. If they did not hear it from the roar of the Colonel, then it came from the words of men and women who are chomping at the bit. The sleeping were brought to alertness within moments. The drowsy had a shot of adrenaline from those words. For those who could not sleep, found themselves fully rested.

The solid thumping of Tarak's boots began to resound through his ears. He was quickly trying to put on a shirt as he could hear around him. There were those who were scrambling to be prepared. Some were taking drinks from their water to try and clear their throats from the dry air, others splashed it on their face to wake themselves up. He could hear people scrambling to get their boots on and others trying to not be overwhelmed before the briefing. 

Tarak fully tightened his belt as he entered for the briefing. He saw within people already abuzz, waiting for the briefing, and even saw Ingrid, more excited about this briefing than everyone combined. He lightly patted Ingrid's shoulder, making sure she did not touch her back where they had all taken lashings, [color=gold]"Keep the enthusiasm-"[/color], Tarak then threw her a smile as he continued, [color=gold]"-it suits you"[/color]. After which he gave Marit a nod as he said, [color=gold]"Let's hope it stays easy, you know?"[/color]