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I maybe got a job, which is a great weight off my mind so soon after emigrating.
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I was actually dispairing a bit about the geek culture in Australia, having been spoiled in America, but I am amazed and delighted to see comic book and game stores springing up everywhere! Haven't had a chance to check them out, I can hold out hope that they are woman friendly...
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Just relaxing at home. It is a long weekend here in Australia. Can't wait to see Jacob and the others reactions to this dark turn of events.
Myrinda cursed under her breath. The last thing they needed was to hang around in the square with hundreds of possibly hostile locals. She leaned back into a corner between two flimsy prefab shop fronts and flicked on the sensor attachment which was under-slung on her rifle. With seeming nonchalance she swept the barrel across the square. The holocam in her sensor package began mapping the square in minute detail.
"Bravo one four," she murmured, tripping the com-link to the sharp shooter.
"Transmitting the site," she reported. Uploading the three dimensional map of the square to the over watching sniper. Having an accurate holo map allowed the sniper to pinpoint locations that might be dead space from her position. The comm-link scanner didn't register anything out of the ordinary. She had done all she could. Leaning back, she tried to stay alert.
"Bravo one four," she murmured, tripping the com-link to the sharp shooter.
"Transmitting the site," she reported. Uploading the three dimensional map of the square to the over watching sniper. Having an accurate holo map allowed the sniper to pinpoint locations that might be dead space from her position. The comm-link scanner didn't register anything out of the ordinary. She had done all she could. Leaning back, she tried to stay alert.
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Magic wasn't a term that Emma particularly liked. It was too loaded, too many cultural assumptions, to many Disney movies and bad fantasy novels, too many games of Dungeons and Dragons. Yet here she was, looking at what what was unquestionably a magic wand. An athamae. With quick firm strokes she began sketching the thing on her notepad, capturing the runes, rendering the shadows with the edge of her pencil. Magic was about directing the will, the more precisely focused an idea, the better the result. That was why ritual magic required things like wands, circles, repetitive chanting. Emma was able to do much the same thing in her head, to much greater efficiency by applying mathematical reasoning, integration, limiting functions, nested parentheses and Fourier transforms provided much greater degrees of repetition and accuracy if one could train ones mind to use them instinctively.
Torn from still living wood, carved with a bloody finger nail, attributes redolent of symbolic meaning. She tapped the tip of her pencil thoughtfully, flicking free a few flecks of graphite. Had it been improvised at the scene? That seemed unlikely given the restraints of the runes and sigils, that was a lot of work for a rush job. Created relatively soon before use though, symbolic tree? From the sister's grave? Possible, she made a note to find out where the sister had been buried.
Emma took a sip of coffee and leaned close to Morgan. Her skin buzzed weirdly as she drew close, like it had years before when her first real boyfriend had kissed her by the lake in Lucerne. With the mental discipline of a practitioner and a mathematician she shoved the weird bundle of sensations away.
"Looks like a channeling spell of some sort, they forced and awful lot of energy through the athamae, probably attuned specifically for the spirit in question," Emma whispered to the other woman. It came out a little hoarser than she had intended, like the back of her throat was suddenly raw.
"Ill know more once Robert has done some forensics and I can touch it, do you recognize the runes?" They weren't from any tradition she was aware of, but there were as many different runes and arcane scripts as there were practitioners.
Torn from still living wood, carved with a bloody finger nail, attributes redolent of symbolic meaning. She tapped the tip of her pencil thoughtfully, flicking free a few flecks of graphite. Had it been improvised at the scene? That seemed unlikely given the restraints of the runes and sigils, that was a lot of work for a rush job. Created relatively soon before use though, symbolic tree? From the sister's grave? Possible, she made a note to find out where the sister had been buried.
Emma took a sip of coffee and leaned close to Morgan. Her skin buzzed weirdly as she drew close, like it had years before when her first real boyfriend had kissed her by the lake in Lucerne. With the mental discipline of a practitioner and a mathematician she shoved the weird bundle of sensations away.
"Looks like a channeling spell of some sort, they forced and awful lot of energy through the athamae, probably attuned specifically for the spirit in question," Emma whispered to the other woman. It came out a little hoarser than she had intended, like the back of her throat was suddenly raw.
"Ill know more once Robert has done some forensics and I can touch it, do you recognize the runes?" They weren't from any tradition she was aware of, but there were as many different runes and arcane scripts as there were practitioners.
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I have never had such bad jet lag in my life, but I am settling in. IM staying with family at the moment though and their internet is epicly terrible.
Back in country!
"Roger that Nines," Myrinda spoke into her commo. She dropped back slightly so she could cover the rear if this went south. As innocently as she could manage she unsafed her weapon. Trash blew and billowed in the alley ways, these aliens lived like animals. Even an animal might be able to pull of an ambush in a rat warren like this though. The rear ward elements of the squad were forming a rough diamond, the better to contact trouble from the rear.
She didn't worry about what was going on up front. He might be an ass but you didn't worry about Nines, or Blue for that matter, at the sharp end. If the enemy crushed the front elements the rearward groups could close up. Maybe with Smiles covering them they might even make it out.
She didn't worry about what was going on up front. He might be an ass but you didn't worry about Nines, or Blue for that matter, at the sharp end. If the enemy crushed the front elements the rearward groups could close up. Maybe with Smiles covering them they might even make it out.
Myrinda stepped along in the center of the rough echelon. She didn’t like urban environments, most troopers didn’t, invariably armies worked best where there were open fields of fire. In a dense environment like this, sight lines were non existent and some crazy local with a crappy carbine could blow away a whole squad of storm troopers with a lucky burst.
Comm signals spilled across her optics, intensity and origin. In theory it would let her pick up a sudden uptake in comm traffic that might precede an ambush or a rapid response. In practice, it was unlikely that the locals would be that sophisticated. To her surprise there was a spike. She played back the burst, making sure it wasn’t an Imperial signal.
“Command,” she spoke into her comm, queuing a private channel between her, Blues and Nines.
“Some nonstandard comm chatter Sarge,” she reported neutrally. It didn’t necessarily mean something. Maybe a bunch of people had just heard about a speeder crash or something, but that determination was above her pay grade. She drew her attention away from the data and paid full attention to her surroundings, just in case it was about to drop in the pot.
Comm signals spilled across her optics, intensity and origin. In theory it would let her pick up a sudden uptake in comm traffic that might precede an ambush or a rapid response. In practice, it was unlikely that the locals would be that sophisticated. To her surprise there was a spike. She played back the burst, making sure it wasn’t an Imperial signal.
“Command,” she spoke into her comm, queuing a private channel between her, Blues and Nines.
“Some nonstandard comm chatter Sarge,” she reported neutrally. It didn’t necessarily mean something. Maybe a bunch of people had just heard about a speeder crash or something, but that determination was above her pay grade. She drew her attention away from the data and paid full attention to her surroundings, just in case it was about to drop in the pot.
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