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Sorry, I'm just kind of swamped with holiday shit since I'm back home for Thanksgiving. Was gonna put one up tonight.
Renar Hagen


So brute force was an option, albeit a highly costly one. For one, it'd defeat the purpose of why they would bother in the first place. Renar mused about the situation as they marched through the forest, though not without rolling his eyes beneath his helm at Gertrude and Tyaethe's byplay. Or rather, Gertrude's ineffectual verbal flailing. Honestly, the girl was making the rest of them look like idiots for deigning to tolerate this nonsense. In front of a court representative, no less.

Renar took it upon himself to run damage control, of course. He sidled next to Lord Arken as they walked on, leaning forward to murmur quietly, out of Gertrude's earshot in particular.

"Our apologies for your having to endure Lady Gertrude's antics. Her entry into the ranks came at the recommendation of a trusted ally, and she's not quite adjusted to military discipline yet."

Moments later, his poleaxe was already raised as he felt the same presence as everyone else, falling back to defend the rear guard, considering he'd already been close to the position as it was.

"Already there, Fionn." Came the easy reply to the inquiry. "Sun and Moon willing, you or Fiadh recognize what we're facing. I don't much fancy dealing with even more unknown elements today."
This post was fact-checked by real Earthnoid patriots: TRUE


REAL UNION FLAG MOMENT
average 101st pilot be like





"why did you join the navy"
"free college, lmao"

"why did you stay"
"haha funni plane go brrr"
Question while I work on the sheet: how long has it been since mobile armor was developed? Going off the blurb, the war's been going on for about a quarter of a century, I estimate.
Kalina Kovalic


Kalina very carefully said nothing as the checkpoint guard were about to ask for the princess's papers, and therefore, ruin the entire charade. A bead of sweat dripped down her neck as she tried to consider their options here. Pull rank? Impossible. They were fresh out of training, and Director Veld would have their heads if they tried to contact him about this. Violence? Counterproductive. They'd be mistaken as deserters at best, traitors at worst. Fleeing? The truck was well and truly stuck in the line. They'd have to pull a runner on foot, and that would lead to the same end as the violent option.

She tried to catch Justice's eye and see if their squad leader had any backup ideas in mind for this shitshow, but a second later, it turned out she needn't have bothered. The guards were lax. In any other situation, Kalina would've been extremely displeased at their lack of discipline. Right now? She still was, to be certain. But also, they needed this break. And a backup plan in the future in case something like this happened again.

For now, she gave the checkpoint guards a curt nod and started the truck moving forward again, rolling the windows up and waiting until they were well away from the city entrance to start speaking. A glance over towards the telekinetically floating phone had Kalina frowning. Judging by the map...

"You're right." Kalina admitted to Gerard, turning the corner. "We'll have to park and disembark at some point." A beat passed as she thought. "...There any free parking? Or at least somewhere we won't be ticketed?"

Master Isolde bore the Kirins' assorted criticism with grace, simply bowing her head and accepting their scorn.

"Forgive me, but it has little to do with the presence of a healer. Tis merely that the intent behind the trial is already known by Neve, and it wouldn't be much of a test if one possesses the answer before it even begins. I can say no more on this subject. In the meantime, we will have accomodations prepared for you at the finest traveler's lodging available in the city. I will seek you out on the morrow."

A quick trip to the nearby upscale inn confirmed her words, and the Kirins were left to their own devices until the next day once more...

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@The Otter @Click This

Some time throughout the day, both Esben and Eliane would find a letter each planted in their rooms, written in standard SEED cipher. When decoded, they would read:

We need to talk. I've a room prepared and sanitized at the merchant's inn three streets south of your lodgings. Meet one hour after sundown, second room from the stairs on the third floor.

-K


When Esben and Elly arrived at the proper time, they would find a room barely of anything but a bed and desk, with one Deputy Director Lambert waiting for them, arms folded.

"Close the door behind you." A snap of her fingers and the glow of materia warded the entrance once that was done, and she stayed still, looking at the two expectantly.

"The two of you weren't supposed to link up." She afforded herself the luxury of a frustrated sigh. "I've had to rearrange no few of our deployments to cover the gap in our network. Now, I want a full report since you left Osprey."

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@VitaVitaAR @vietmyke @HereComesTheSnow

Goug had asked Galahad, Robin, and Rudolf to accompany him in acquiring supplies, given that they had been the only three remaining at the inn when he'd checked. He had promptly, and very confidently, gotten them supremely lost within the winding, gnarled streets of Brightlam.

One wrong turn into a dark corner had them set upon by a half dozen men in tattered cloaks and theater masks, brandishing thrusting swords of various types.

"Stand and deliver!" The highwayman in lead snarled. When no payment was forthcoming, they attacked. As the fight went on, one detail would be clear to all three: most of the men fought just like Robin did. The same rhythm, the same footwork, the same cut-and-thrust. Much like it had been with Izayoi and the Revenant in the desert, the fact was inescapable.

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@Raineh Daze @Ithradine

Rumors heard out in the streets had led both of them to the same location.

"Did you hear? That healer, out in the wilds. The one going about saving people from Blight? Soriel, they called her. Someone saw her again, closest to Brightlam she's ever been. And she's got a new hanger-on. Some ginger Mystrel, seems to be a mage of some kind too."

"Eh? I don't know anything past that. You know who might, though? There's an information broker called the Gardener, just off the main market."

Further asking around would lead them to the same location, with the two coming across each other just as they were about to enter the ramshackle hut that had been deemed the Gardener's residence.

Eventually, the two would enter. With the instructions they had received through eavesdropping, bribery, or outright threats, they would make their way through several dilapidated, musty corridors until eventually reaching a trapdoor in a storage room. Upon descending, the world changed before them:

Marble and gold leaf coated the floors and walls, while a bronze sculpture took up the centerpiece of the office. Behind a desk of rich, aged mahogany, a corpulently obese man sat, smoking a pipe.

"Well, well. Two travelers have found little old me. You must have questions. I may have answers. For a reasonable price, of course." A cheshire grin.
Yeah it's me, I'm here.
Salvator Rasch


A barely-concealed, long-suffering sigh beneath his faceplate. A shared misery of field-level command. The Morse code blips resumed.

Trying. You know how it is with some of these brought into the fold. No discipline in their background. He turned away from the workbench, giving King a curt nod of acknowledgement at his words, before looking to Kleo and Rho-Hux, raising his voice just enough to be firm.

"Alright, break it up. If the two of you want to pick a fight together, do it when we're not about to have each others' lives in our hands. I'd like to see all of us come back from this alive, and that means not causing a shitstorm before the mission even begins." The voidhanger veteran slung his sawed-off up, pulling his pistol out and making a show of double-checking it.

"This isn't the regular forces. Less regs means more latitude for judgment. Do something out there that endangers your squadmates, and no one will be complaining if there's one more free spot on the shuttle ride home. I don't care how you got here: we all do our jobs correctly together or we all die together. Don't be a buddyfucker by picking a fight you didn't need to. That's my last word on the subject."

With his piece said, Salvator moved towards the other side of the armory, picking out a spare, secure communicator. Three buzzes to King later, and he'd eventually plant it on Echo before they embarked.

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One click on his comms from Salvator in acknowledgment of the commands given before radio silence was enforced. He readied his shotgun, looking to the remainder of the squad he'd found himself in charge of.

"Right. I'm sure you all know how close-quarters breaches go: it's a nightmare. Heads on a swivel in there, and keep an eye out for your buddies. Any of us go down, the rest of us are suddenly a lot more vulnerable. Lock and load, people."

He didn't like the entrances they had. Residual energy weapon particles after this long? A miraculously untouched drone port? The damn orb? Time to pick the least worst option.

"Ingress through the hatch. Others are too suspicious. We'll rotate who's on point as we go through, no sense killing any single one of us from the stress. Rho-Hux, you're up first. Let's keep it quiet as best we can."
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