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"Yes, I am.", Eun Mi replied with a smile.

She then asked Hassan.

"How about you? What theatres have you participated?", Eun Mi asked with curiosity.

@Norik

"We were hired by Russia when their colony, Gagarin 7, was occupied by the Red Guards. It such was a huge legal clusterfuck that we have to be incorporated to the Russian military to avoid criminal proceedings. We were eventually transferred over to the Federation military due to our multi-cultural background, a lot of us don't even speak Russian." Eun Mi replied.

The group were indeed a diverse bunch. Initially recruited from German and British veterans, the company grew up, recruiting reformed pirates, dishonored mobsters, romantic thrillseekers, and of course, freed human traffic like herself. While the Steinbach Legion did recruit Russian regulars into their ranks, the clash of conflicting military cultures really pushed the Kremlin to transfer the legion to direct Federal control.

@Norik

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Hassan. Not blowing my own horn here, but I am one of the original members of the Steinbach Legion.", Eun Mi replied.

If Hassan would look closely at her officer uniform, he can certainly see that it is not the regular single-breasted Federation cut, but rather with a double-breasted cavalry cut (imagine Zaft uniform), the same cut used by the Richthofen and Churchill Corporation, albeit replacing the flashy British red with the Federation blue-gray. Such uniform is reserved only to the members of the Steinbach Legion.

@Norik

"Yep, my walker is a capricious one, just like her pilot.", Eun mi replied.

"By the way, I'm Captain Eun Mi Steinbach. But you can just call me Eun Mi, or even Eunice, I'm not into being called by rank. How about you?", She introduced herself.

@Norik


Eun Mi is in the hanger checking her walker Steinbach Mk.2 for any signs of wear and tear, her armament, a 120mm tank gun, while equipped with recoil mechanism, still produced powerful vibrations, putting excessive stress to the walker chassis. But in exchange with such damage, the gun provides unparalleled firepower against heavily-armored opponents.

She looks at her family holo-locket, the hologram shows her with her husband and her twin children, a son and a daughter. While she definitely miss her family, she had learned to toughen her resolve, coming from a mercenary company where families were built and torn apart like a family circus, she had to be. At least it is not as horrible of a fate as her comrade Roxanne Nellis, who saw her quintiplet sons, her only pride and joy, get disintegrated in front of her when their ship's hull got breached.

She goes ahead and starts to walk in the hangar, where she meets Hassan and his walker, which appears to be that of a Russian variant of the Warrior, as characterized by its cyclop visor, "rooster" antenna, and large Klimov thrusters, eerily similar to the older walkers. However, it's orange tint and custom Arabic livery suggests that it's pilot isn't Russian, which is not unusual since the Russian variant is very popular in the Federation thanks to their simple and cheap design. She gives a wave on the walker.

@Norik
Team Black | Servant - Lancer / Honda Tadakatsu

Anne arrives at the warehouse where the Black Faction is gathered. She observes the musty and disrepaired condition of the building. The walls are crumbling, the doors are unhinged, and the roof has a lot of holes. Anne wonders why they are gathered to such an unsecured place. What if someone else sees them? Will she have to reluctantly silence them? What if this is just a trap? While she may sound paranoid, her fears are not without solid ground, she is after all a Jew in Nazi Germany, behind enemy lines, and should she be found, it's all over for her.

"I have a bad feeling about this. Lancer, prepare for hostile attack.", Anne ordered her servant, Honda Tadakatsu, a Lancer-class. While she intended to summon a Caster, as with the traditional servant of choice of Jewish houses like the Franks, but her inexperience really got the better of her. Fortunately, her servant is no slouch, with good stats to boot, so she isn't complaining.

Anne threads the warehouse with caution, ready to cast spells should trouble arrives. Much to her suprise, the floor seems frozen. She threads the compound slowly until she is in the same room as with the other masters and their servants. She observes the other masters, she is most intimidated with the churchwoman in armor, the Catholic church and the Jews have been bitter enemies for a very long time, and even with a common enemy, they still have mistrust at each other. The church vehemently refuse to provide protection to Jews, regardless if they are hunted by the Nazis, or by other masters in a Holy Grail War. If any, the church would only reply with a schadenfreude remark of "Serves you right, Christ-killers". The Franks themselves experienced this first-hand as the church not only refused them refuge, but also tried to snitch them to the Nazis. The Franks were only lucky to escape with their lives, thanks to the support of the Mage Association and the British government (House Churchill is one of the major Magi families in Britain).

She looks with other mages with suspicion, while she pretends that she is not a Jew.
Team Black | Servant - Rider

Célestine Belmonte walked down a damp, empty street in the backwater neighborhoods of Berlin. She was going with purpose, determined to get somewhere only she and six- well, technically thirteen others knew about. At least, that's what she was guessing. One of them was close behind her, her Servant, a mighty Rider from long ago that history has misrepresented as a man. In fact, she was a woman, but no less of a conqueror. She made a good travelling companion, too, the voyage to Europe from America would've been hellish without company. The Frenchwoman turned down another side street, pulling a slip of paper from her coat pocket as she went. She looked at it briefly before dropping it back in and looking around for a street name. Soon, she nodded, confident that she was on the right track.

Several turns and straightaways later, Célestine and her Servant stood before a warehouse that had seen better days. Her better judgement demanded she turn around and pretend she hadn't just spent an hour searching for this apparent hellhole, but this was definitely the building described on the letter she had on her person as of right now. "Well Temujin, this could be the beginning of the end. I hope you're prepared," she said with a flat tone, a certain level of apathy in her words. Without waiting for a response, she stepped into the threshold.

While she walked into the flooded floor, she burnt a small amount of her magic to freeze the water underneath where she stepped, rendering her perfectly dry. While she found herself and her Servant somewhere to settle, she took a moment to examine the three others there. One was a a girl clad in plate armor, another had black and red robes that told of a mage of somesort... though the cross hanging from his neck was paradoxical in nature. Perhaps him and the armored girl were of the same faith, and one was Master and the other Servant. The odd one out was the young man in a blindingly white uniform, and she would've gone as far as to call him albino were it not for his blue eyes. Her stare lingered just a little too long before she wandered to an empty shipping container, then jumped up to it. She caught the lip with her hands then pulled herself up, after which she turned around and sat on the edge. She then beckoned for her Servant to join her. In a low tone, she addressed the Rider. "I don't like this, bringing seven Masters and Servants to one place can't end well." If she was nervous, her voice didn't betray her.

Team Black | Master - Célestine Belmonte

Temujin and her master had travelled a long course all the way to Berlin. While such long trips are normal for Mongolia's greatest Khan, being in such restrictive clothing makes her very uncomfortable, to hide her true identity as a servant, she is wearing a typical woman's clothing of the time. While inconvenient, at least it prevents her from sticking up like a sore thumb in the public.

Temijin observes the warehouse, contary to her master, she isn't engrossed at the at the level of disrepair of the building, she had lived in yurts all her life, this isn't any worse. What she agrees with is her is the shady nature of the this meeting. For all she knows is that the Holy Grail War is a battle royale, where only one will survive. But while Celestine is a bit pessimistic, Temujin is confident she can defeat them all with ease.

"Sending seven servants and masters in the same, enclosed space, only makes things easier for me to wipe out the opposition.", Temujin confidently replied.

She then looks at the other masters and servants. They appear to be very serious and tense as she far as she can tell, at least except to the armored master whose face is hiding behind an emotionless helmet. She looks at them with a smug in her face, confident that if something comes down, she is ready to counter.
Sorry, I'll be out. It appears I bit more than I can chew in my current RPs.


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