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Nation name: Temasek

Membership: Suspicious of Avrupa and Ruziyane but closely allied to Vinland.

Position in the world: The Republic of Temasek lies far to the west of Avrupa, a small nation-state stretched across an archipelago.

Recent history: Temasek was once split between the nations of Avrupa, colonized by outsiders so that distant monarchies could get rich off the land's natural resources. After centuries of subjugation and the tribes and clans that lived on the island rose up against their Avrupan masters in a coordinated rebellion, one that was in part funded and equipped by Vinland. This sparked a strong relationship between the two countries, one that held together even as Vinland began to treat Avrupa with less hostility.

Its alliance with Vinland as well its relatively abundant supply of Therranite led to Temasek taking quite well to Battle Frames. The country is, while densely populated considering its small size, still drastically outnumbered by the Hegemony or any other major power that might wish to invade so technological prowess is a key part of its military strategy. Temasek invested heavily in Battle Frame and Therranite research, working with Vinland to back up its conscription-based army with powerful equipment.

In recent years Temasek has been particularly paranoid about the possibility of invasion. While it had no real connections with the now-largely defunct Gyrland, its brazen occupation has sent the republic's leaders into a frenzy. Some sectors have been converted from low-priority production of luxury items into wartime industry, factories churning out armor and ammunition to be stashed away until needed by military or paramilitary forces. The R&D community has particularly focused on further refining Therranite. Advances have been made in weaponizing the material, and early efforts to make Frames more fuel-efficient show promise.

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Rimau

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Rimau binti Rayyan-"Ramshackle"	General Information Name - Rimau binti Rayyan Age - 36 Height - 5'10 Callsign -Ramshackle

Detailed Appearance

Rimau is tall and well-built, her frame not bulky but fairly broad-shouldered. Her fighter's build suits her well, giving her the strength and endurance needed to be a soldier. She wears her hair long and sticks to casual clothes covered by an armor vest as opposed to any sort of uniform, the break from protocol tolerated due to her exemplary service and her unique role.

Her arms are quite obviously cybernetic in nature, Rimau having replaced them after sustaining injuries in battle. Originally they had been covered up with flesh-toned plastic but the lacquer kept getting chipped, leading Rimau to simply strip it off. In addition, her legs and spine have been augmented as well. These modifications were originally just to allow her to move greater weights and handle extremely hot materials so she could make Frame repairs in the field but they've proven useful offensively as well. The drastic increase in strength (it's hard to calculate a specific increase but the literature says it's about 200%) means that she can demolish anyone who would dare to get within kicking distance, and the compact machine pistol built into her right arms ensures she will never be caught unarmed.

Personality

Rimau has two modes of being: what her adopted country wants her to be like, and what she's actually like. Gyrland needs her to present herself as a loyal and devoted soldier, dedicated to the cause and unwavering in her support. Ramshackle is upbeat in the face of danger but not blase about it, treating combat as a serious but righteous effort.

While there is an element of truth to this facade it covers up much of the real Rimau. She's spent her entire adult life manipulating people to get them to support one military or another, and while she'd never even think that she's on the wrong side she can't help but feel guilty. She knows for a fact that people from her home country have come to fight and die, feeling the weight of their fates on her shoulders (rightly or wrongly). The past ten years have been filled with doubt for her, and it's unlikely that she'll ever shake her worries.

In the meantime, she just keeps doing her job.

Bio

Rimau was born in Temasek, a nation stretched across tropical islands about far as possible from Gyrland. Once a disparate set of feuding tribes ruled by distant foreigners, Temasek had quickly modernized after gaining its independence, becoming a leader in technological research and development. By the year of her birth Rimau's hometown, the capital city Ancar, was renowned for its information industry. Her father worked in cybersecurity, her mother headed systems design at a major software firm, so it was of little surprise that Rimau grew up with technology.

Like many teens Rimau grew up with social media, but she had a knack for online popularity that was abnormal among her peers. While not particularly interested in becoming any sort of media personality or influencer she did think it prudent to try and turn her talent into a career. Advertising seemed a natural fit, and Rimau went to university to study digital marketing.

This was not a field she particularly enjoyed but it did offer decent pay. Before she could apply to any firm however the military got to her first, calling her up for the two years of service required of every young adult. Like every other cadet she was the basics of military service but when it came time for her to specialize she was pulled in two very different directions.

The Armed Forces knew about her studies and experience with marketing and thus wanted her to work with the recruiters, churning out videos and posts trying to entice people to sign up after their mandatory service. She was good at the work to be sure, but found it soulless and ultimately kind of ugly. She was drawn to the Battle Frames, the walking weapons that were changing the way wars were fought.

Rarely does the military do what its individual cogs wish for, but Rimau did so well in the tests that it would have been wasteful to keep her away from a Frame. Some kind officer made the decision to split the difference for her: she would create recruitment-driving puff pieces for the army, but as part of the Battle Frame Corps. Her job was to present as being a patriotic citizen who was just so glad to serve her country that she couldn't help but share her adventures with the world.

And that was just what she did. Rimau recorded herself and her squad mates at the range and during maneuvers, the footage carefully poured over by a team of PR people to squeeze the most value possible out of it. During her tenure reenlistment jumped by a little over forty percent, and while it couldn't all be attributed to her work she had undeniably played a major part in it.

Rimau was the face of Temasek's Battle Frames, and by her fourth year she was sick of it. For all the nation's fear-mongering and hoard-building she had yet to see combat against any force more powerful than jungle-dwelling rebels and pirates on captured tankers. After so much time playing pretend Rimau wanted to actually fight for a cause.

She had just resigned from the Corps to go search for civilian work when the invasion happened, and she jumped at her chance. Rimau made the trip to Gyrland and presented herself to the rapidly-disintegrating Homeguard, joining the first wave of foreign volunteers.

To her dismay, the Homeguard put her to work doing the same thing she did back home. In between sorties and probing actions against the Ruzis Rimau made calls for material support from Temasek, serving as a pretty face through which Gyrland could seek assistance.

The nagging doubts over the validity of her service came to a head when she was honored for bravery under fire. Five years into her time with Homeguard a force of requisitioned Frames supported by infantry and light vehicles attempted to push into one of the outer territories controlled by Ruziyane. Rimau was part of the supporting forces, and when the attack began to stall she was pulled up to assist.

The breakthrough attempt failed and what began as an ordered retreat threatened to disintegrate into a route. A unit of anti-armor infantry had overstretched itself, shunted out of position so that they were at risk of being totally surrounded. Rimau had the only heavy ordnance left in the area and thus swung into action, attracting enemy attention and laying down covering fire to give the Guards time to escape.

She sustained shrapnel injuries to her arms, chest, and neck as well as minor burns to her torso and was recognized for her gallant efforts with not only a Purple Heart but the extremely prestigious King's Star. Such a high honor was bittersweet due to there being no king to bestow it upon her, but she also couldn't shake the feeling that she wouldn't have been given it if she wasn't expected to parade it on camera.

Rimau considered leaving but stayed in hopes of eventually living up to the medal she had been given. She has failed to do so in the five years since.

Extras

• In addition to her role as Frame pilot and walking propaganda poster Rimau is sometimes called into service as infantry when a patrol needs to be rounded out or a unit is short on manpower in the aftermath of a raid. She actually enjoys ground-pounding because it feels more real to her than her piloting career at this point.
• Ramshackle was already something of a packrat in civilian life but a decade of scavenging for parts has made this a much larger part of her personality. Weapons, cash, useful salvage, anything that has a use she'll scoop up off the battlefield. She stashes foot patrol gear in her cockpit, carrying a rifle, sidearm, ammunition and spare magazines, food, water, and medical supplies as well as a small civilian model drone for reconnaissance or simple sight-seeing.
• While she's never been formally trained Rimau is a good artist, making use of paint and pencil in order to pass the time. She is a trained kickboxer and at one point had a real shot of going pro. She still spars regularly, manually limiting the power of her enhanced limbs to not simply behead her partners.
• Her cybernetics were far too expensive for her to afford on her own, and in fact, were a gift of sorts. When she made a video about her injuries in the field and mentioned the long recovery process a viewer started a crowdfunding campaign to get her back in the fight sooner.

BEL 0054-"Chop Shop"

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Battle-Frame Name - Hantu Belian 0054-"Chop Shop"

Weight Class - Ultra-Light

Description

The Belian is already an oddball within Temasek's Hantu-series of Battle Frames due to its parentage, a mixture of Gyrland's Basilisk and reverse-engineered examples of the Ruzi Watchman. The idea was to build an ultra-light Frame that could serve as both a long-distance reconnaissance unit and an 'assassin' to cripple or kill key components of a defensive network. It excels at this task, with the caveat that it's fairly vulnerable even for a light Frame.

Over a decade of scrounging, scrapping and reconfiguring Rimau has taken to an extreme, cutting out most of what was left of the armor and stripping out all non-essentials in order to pile in bigger engines, better subsystems and a hell of a lot more firepower.

The "Chop Shop" quite frankly sucks to ride in. It's sweltering in the heat and freezing in the cold due to the removal of the cockpit's temperature control, its controls combine two already finicky setups with a series of aftermarket additions and the pilot is violently jostled when making sharp turns. Controlling the beast requires one to be able to read three different languages as well as understand low-level programming languages. Essentially, the user has to specialize in all of the disparate parts that make up the strange whole.

This is all a tremendous pain in the ass for Rimau, but the inconveniences are worth it. Ten years of experience and fine-tuning add up to what is an absolutely lethal predator. The Chop Shop is terrfingly fast and carries enough ordinance to control a fire zone on its own, quite capable of dealing with Frames, vehicles and infantry. It can outrun and outshoot any problem it comes across, zipping across the battlefield at blistering speeds while saturating the enemy with fire.

Primary Weapons

Heavy Battle Rifle: The rifle used by a standard Basilisk, but modified to fire in full auto. Additional upgrades include a heavier barrel as well as custom porting to counteract the heat generated by firing.

"Mjölnir" Assault Shotgun Where the HBR is designed to deal with Frames and other heavy vehicles the Mjölnir instead focuses on infantry and other lightly armored targets. It primarily fires solid slugs and standard buck or bird shot, all upscaled to fit a weapon fired by a fifty foot war machine. A common usage of the MAS is cracking open the walls of a bunker with a slug and then turning the occupants into mist with a spray of birdshot.

The MAS can also fire specialized ammunition such as incendiary, explosive or gas shells but doing so requires the weapon to be switched to pump-action, as specialized ammo doesn't generate enough gas to cycle the weapon automatically.

"Ripsaw" Close-Quarters Arm Weapon: Only ever referred to by its nickname because CQAW is a horrible acronym. The Ripsaw takes the fundamental function of a standard oscillating bone saw and applies to it a short sword contained in the Chop Shop's wrist. Then the whole thing is superheated so glows blue-hot. It cuts will cut through Frames of all sizes, and make short work of any other barrier.

Missile Pods: Stripped from Ruziyane helicopters in the aftermath of an airfield raid, one attached to each shoulder. Generally one will have four heavy missiles loaded while the other has twenty unguided rockets for use in area suppression.

SubSystems

Sensors: A key component of the Chop Shop is that it can find the enemy before they find it. It boosts an advanced suite of optics, allowing it to zoom in on targets and switch between thermal and night vision modes, as well as cutting-edge radar systems for long-range detection. For use in short-range engagements or situations where the enemy is cloaked it also has access to sonar, bouncing sound waves off Frames to ping their location.

Shielding: Nearly every bit of physical armor has been stripped away to cut back on weight, but Rimau kept the Belian's systems protection. All electrical components have been hardened to withstand electromagnetic attacks and radio frequency interference, ensuring that it can't simply be crippled by way of electricity (at least not without entirely melting the Frame).

The Chop Shop communicates only through relatively a relatively primitive radio system to ensure that no signal can seize upon by enemy hackers.

"Dustcloud" Suite: The Chop Shop is equipped with a chaff-laced smokescreen, deploying it to blind enemies while still being able to target them due to the aforementioned sonar.

Prototype System

Banshee Sonic Warfare System : The BSWS is essentially a dramatic upgrade to the venerable LRAD anti-personal weapons, a series of micro-speakers layered throughout the Chop Shop designed to project focused sonic blasts. Using Sound Amplification by Stimulated Emission of Radiation (SASER) the Banshee can either project a field in a sphere around itself or fire a much longer-range cone of sound directly ahead.

At long distances, the weapon disorientates and temporarily deafens anyone caught in the field but as targets get closer to the source the damage becomes more intense. Glass breaks, ears bleed as the hearing loss becomes permanent and the body suffers physical trauma. At close enough range and high enough intensity the Banshee can quite easily kill, generating air embolisms that dramatically rupture organs. Pilots inside frames can suffer these effects as well, making the Banshee perfect for dealing with particularly hard targets.

It's major downside is that it can't be controlled outside of lowering the volume. Friendlies in the radius are just as susceptible as enemies so Rimau has to be careful with her positioning.

Orbis: The Liberation of Gyrland

WIP here

Name: Rimau binti Rayyan

Appearance:

Gender: Female

Age: 36

Personality: Rimau has two modes of being: what her adopted country wants her to be like, and what she's actually like. Gyrland needs her to present herself as a loyal and devoted soldier, dedicated to the cause and unwavering in her support. She is upbeat in the face of danger but not blase about it, treating combat as a serious but righteous effort.

While there is an element of truth to this facade it covers up much of the real Rimau. She's spent her entire adult life manipulating people to get them to support one military or another, and while she'd never even think that she's on the wrong side she can't help but feel guilty. She knows for a fact that people from her home country have come to fight and die, feeling the weight of their fates on her shoulders (rightly or wrongly). The past ten years have been filled with doubt for her, and it's unlikely that she'll ever shake her worries.

In the meantime, she just keeps doing her job.

Background: Rimau was born in Temasek, a nation stretched across tropical islands about far as possible from Gyrland. Once a disparate set of feuding tribes ruled by distant foreigners, Temasek had quickly modernized after gaining its independence, becoming a leader in technological research and development. By the year of her birth Rimau's hometown, the capital city Ancar, was renowned for its information industry. Her father worked in cybersecurity, her mother headed systems design at a major software firm, so it was of little surprise that Rimau grew up with technology.

Like many teens Rimau grew up with social media, but she had a knack for online popularity that was abnormal among her peers. While not particularly interested in becoming any sort of media personality or influencer she did think it prudent to try and turn her talent into a career. Advertising seemed a natural fit, and Rimau went to university to study digital marketing.

This was not a field she particularly enjoyed but it did offer decent pay. Before she could apply to any firm however the military got to her first, calling her up for the two years of service required of every young adult. Like every other cadet she was the basics of military service but when it came time for her to specialize she was pulled in two very different directions.

The Armed Forces knew about her studies and experience with marketing and thus wanted her to work with the recruiters, churning out videos and posts trying to entice people to sign up after their mandatory service. She was good at the work to be sure, but found it soulless and ultimately kind of ugly. She was drawn to the Battle Frames, the walking weapons that were changing the way wars were fought.

Rarely does the military do what its individual cogs wish for, but Rimau did so well in the tests that it would have been wasteful to keep her away from a Frame. Some kind officer made the decision to split the difference for her: she would create recruitment-driving puff pieces for the army, but as part of the Battle Frame Corps. Her job was to present as being a patriotic citizen who was just so glad to serve her country that she couldn't help but share her adventures with the world.

And that was just what she did. Rimau recorded herself and her squad mates at the range and during maneuvers, the footage carefully poured over by a team of PR people to squeeze the most value possible out of it. During her tenure reenlistment jumped by a little over forty percent, and while it couldn't all be attributed to her work she had undeniably played a major part in it.

Rimau was the face of Temasek's Battle Frames, and by her fourth year she was sick of it. For all the nation's fear-mongering and hoard-building she had yet to see combat against any force more powerful than jungle-dwelling rebels and pirates on captured tankers. After so much time playing pretend Rimau wanted to actually fight for a cause.

She had just resigned from the Corps to go search for civilian work when the invasion happened, and she jumped at her chance. Rimau made the trip to Gyrland and presented herself to the rapidly-disintegrating Homeguard, joining the first wave of foreign volunteers.

To her dismay, the Homeguard put her to work doing the same thing she did back home. In between sorties and probing actions against the Ruzis Rimau made calls for material support from Temasek, serving as a pretty face through which Gyrland could seek assistance.

The nagging doubts over the validity of her service came to a head when she was honored for bravery under fire. Five years into her time with Homeguard a force of requisitioned Frames supported by infantry and light vehicles attempted to push into one of the outer territories controlled by Ruziyane. Rimau was part of the supporting forces, and when the attack began to stall she was pulled up to assist.

The breakthrough attempt failed and what began as an ordered retreat threatened to disintegrate into a route. A unit of anti-armor infantry had overstretched itself, shunted out of position so that they were at risk of being totally surrounded. Rimau had the only heavy ordnance left in the area and thus swung into action, attracting enemy attention and laying down covering fire to give the Guards time to escape.

She sustained shrapnel injuries to her chest and neck as well as minor burns to her torso and was recognized for her gallant efforts with not only a Purple Heart but the extremely prestigious King's Star. Such a high honor was bittersweet due to there being no king to bestow it upon her, but she also couldn't shake the feeling that she wouldn't have been given it if she wasn't expected to parade it on camera.

Rimau considered leaving but stayed in hopes of eventually living up to the medal she had been given. She has failed to do so in the five years since.

Other things:

• In addition to her role as Frame pilot and walking propaganda poster Rimau is sometimes called into service as infantry when a patrol needs to be rounded out or a unit is short on manpower in the aftermath of a raid. She actually enjoys ground-pounding because it feels more real to her than her piloting career at this point.
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Nation name: Temasek

Membership: Suspicious of Avrupa and Ruziyane but closely allied to Vinland.

Position in the world: The Republic of Temasek lies far to the west of Avrupa, a small nation-state stretched across an archipelago.

Recent history: Temasek was once split between the nations of Avrupa, colonized by outsiders so that distant monarchies could get rich off the land's natural resources. After centuries of subjugation and the tribes and clans that lived on the island rose up against their Avrupan masters in a coordinated rebellion, one that was in part funded and equipped by Vinland. This sparked a strong relationship between the two countries, one that held together even as Vinland began to treat Avrupa with less hostility.

Its alliance with Vinland as well its relatively abundant supply of Therranite led to Temasek taking quite well to Battle Frames. The country is, while densely populated considering its small size, still drastically outnumbered by the Hegemony or any other major power that might wish to invade so technological prowess is a key part of its military strategy. Temasek invested heavily in Battle Frame and Therranite research, working with Vinland to back up its conscription-based army with powerful equipment.

In recent years Temasek has been particularly paranoid about the possibility of invasion. While it had no real connections with the now-largely defunct Gyrland, its brazen occupation has sent the republic's leaders into a frenzy. Some sectors have been converted from low-priority production of luxury items into wartime industry, factories churning out armor and ammunition to be stashed away until needed by military or paramilitary forces. The R&D community has particularly focused on further refining Therranite. Advances have been made in weaponizing the material, and early efforts to make Frames more fuel-efficient show promise.

Orbis: The Liberation of Gyrland

Hi, just saw this. will start working tmw

Rise of Rasalhague

"You can keep your lines Slave, and I'll keep from getting captured."

She said it with a smile, easily reverting to the casual cruelty she had been taught to treat all captives with. Alvin was understandably touchy about the lives of future prisoners, but Fuka understandably didn't care what he thought. If he was going to get hung up on what happened to a bunch of pirates then that was his problem. Most of the troop seemed to agree, a collective eye roll spreading through the crowd.

"That's the point of being an outlaw. You're outside the protection of the law.

She punctuated the statement with a knowing wink toward Alvin. She had already sniffed out his weak point like a wolf, and now the rest of the pack had picked up on it. Maybe he'd learn to run with them, maybe he'd get too annoying for them and then be torn to shreds. It'd be fun to see either way!

The tremendous clattering of the jump put an end to Fuka's needling, the samurai focusing on gripping the table with her robotic hand so as to keep from breaking her nose on the surface. She was never going to enjoy FTL but she was more or less used to it now, enough to keep from hurling after each hop anyway.

Fuka had never been particularly religious, but she sent out a silent prayer of thanks as Ulrik clarified some of the questions. He might have been kind of an ass, but he at least seemed like he knew how to run an operation. She noted the terrain and atmosphere, aware of but not particularly worried about them. Snow and ice were hardly ideal to fight in, but at least there weren't any volcanoes or anything crazy.

More importantly, they wouldn't waste time with prisoners. If they weren't getting paid to bring in survivors Fuka was happy to ditch or destroy them.

"It all sounds good to me!" She said brightly, already edging for the door. "Let's go see what we got."

Maybe there'd be a Hunchback, that'd be handy enough.

Ankhanne, Mech Bay

Dragon dragon dragon d r a g o n.

Fuka's thoughts drowned out the complaints of the giant mechanic woman and only just allowed the CO's words to filter in. The specifics were fuzzy but she got the gist: "Don't touch the Centurion but everything else is fair game, ergo Fuka you need to run over to the Dragon as fast as your legs can carry you."

She followed Imaginary Ulrik's orders to the letter, crossing the bay at a speed that was probably pretty unsafe considering the amount of power tools and high-heat welding that was going on around her. They had loved to make the cadets run at Sun Zhang, and it had been one of the few non-combat activities she had excelled at. Fuka was a cheetah when given proper motivation, and a heavy mech was more than proper.

Skidding to a stop in front of the Dragon Fuka giggled like a schoolgirl, only just managing to resist the urge to clap her hands in excitement. Someone, probably the original DC pilot, had applied a sensible tiger-stripe style of jungle camo to the behemoth, a choice that Fuka found very boring indeed. What was the point of having normal camouflage if it only worked in one environment?

At least the salvagers who had gotten to it had edited the insignia. The Kuritan Dragon on the mech's left shoulder had been painted over and replaced with a snarling tiger clutching a dismembered arm in its jaws. Judging by the scimitar the bloody hand was limply grasping at, someone really hated the Capellans.

Fuka didn't care about the politics, only that it looked cool as hell. She'd change the tiger's eyes to match her own, maybe give it a metal paw, and then it'd be perfect.

"Found mine!"

Orbis: The Liberation of Gyrland, A ground based Mecha RP

Not a whole lot to say yet, a distant island nation with a relatively strong GDP and small population that’s allied with Vinland, relies on training and technology in combat to make up for its smaller military if it were ever invaded. It conscripts all able-bodied citizens for a period of two years, and after that they’re still liable to be called up as reserves.

Orbis: The Liberation of Gyrland, A ground based Mecha RP

@Smike Good question! While I did use those themes when creating Ruviyane, Gyrland, and Vinland I won't limit you to that. I will say if you want to go with those themes and wanted something in Avrupa the regions is supposed to be similar to all of Europe, though their is more to the world if you wanted to play someone further out than that reigon.

@Apollosarcher

Sounds good, I’m thinking about a nation based in part in Singapore

Orbis: The Liberation of Gyrland, A ground based Mecha RP

Finally thought of a question, if we’re coming up with a country should we stick to the theme of being inspired by real world nations?

Orbis: The Liberation of Gyrland, A ground based Mecha RP

this seems quite interesting

Rise of Rasalhague

It wasn't the worst ship Fuka had ever been on, but it was close to it. The battered Buccaneer she had taken to get onto Skandia had been in slightly better condition than this "new" Black Eagle but it had also smelled much worse. She would take a few loose bolts over the stink of unwashed bunks any day.

Sitting in the rinky-dink chair with her chin in one hand and a cigarette between the fingers of the other, Fuka wondered what sort of outfit she had signed herself up for. She was a veteran sure, but her wartime service had been spent in the draconian embrace of Kurita's finest. Mercenaries had to be less strict than actual soldiers, right? There was a time and place for being a hardass but so many military types felt like they always had to wave their dicks around to get any respect.

Ulrik it seemed, was one of those prick officers. He walked in there with the tough guy act and talk of 'real battles", and Fuka immediately filed him away under "people to just nod and say yes to". Ah well, perhaps some of her comrades would turn out to be more interesting.

In the meantime she sat up straight in her seat and listened, committing the gig's details to memory. None of it seemed too difficult, a bunch of bandits in fourth-hand Locusts would go down easy to any lance with half-decent mechs. But judging by the state of the ship, half-decent was out of Rasalhague's budget.

She had just finished her smoke when the alarms blared, the samurai stubbing the butt out in a portable ashtray.

"Sir, what're the guidelines on prisoners? If it's just going to be us down there, are we going to have to split ourselves up to babysit captives?"

As much fun as it would have been to bully some asshole brigands, Fuka didn't like the idea of dedicating already limited resources to guarding them. But if that's what the boss said they were doing that's what they'd do.