Lord of Fungi
Dragoner Icenos stared at the map as the commander recited the mission briefing, mentally drawing the path they should take to get to Flyvon's Ridge without calling too much attention. He noticed Dragoner Aicha's enthusiasm in her smile. A youngster's vigor. Refreshing, and quite concerning at the same time.
Norvis' stare suddenly turned to the commander. "How many are we going, commander?" he asked, with a rather critical tone of voice, expecting a quick answer.
“Seek freedom and become captive of your desires. Seek discipline and find your liberty.” ― Frank Herbert, Chapterhouse: Dune
The Kingdom of Seifren, Capital, Dragoner HQ
Sitting amongst other Dragoners is a man in a black colored cloak and hood. The hood is drawn back revealing steel blue eyes and a face that could easily be described as "hawk-like." His face is in his hand as he listens to Aicha speak. If one is observant, they may be able to see the leather armor on his arm, and it's kind of hard to miss the bow strapped to his back. His hair, it should be mentioned, is shaggy and blonde and hangs in his face, which he blows away absentmindedly. He looks...well, really bored.
Meanwhile, not far off, a short, young looking woman seems to be talking up one of the other Dragoners. Her skin is pale and flawlessly smooth, and she wears a leather outfit that seems to be more on the side of being appealing rather than for protection. Not that she would need outer protection in any normal circumstance. On her arm is her own cloak, which she must have taken off before approaching her quarry. Her hair is in black twin-tails and her eyes are a deep shade of crimson. The Dragoner she is speaking to seems...concerned, perhaps. Uncomfortable too. Then again, getting hit on by a dragon has it's own set of awkward connotations.
"Hey, is she with you?" asks someone from next to the man, which startles him into looking over, first to the speaker and then to his dragon.
"Who, Eos? Yeah."
"Well, aren't you a little worried that...well, you know..." the person says, seeming to try to get him to take the hint. The man looks back and forth between them again.
"...no? Should I be?" This seems to deter the speaker from continuing. Either that, or the fact that Eos is returning.
"Well that didn't work out. Too bad - she's a cutie. Dragon's in the way. Anyway, Adran, were you paying attention?"
"To you?" Adran asks, his tone changing a bit when he addresses her. She rolls her eyes.
"Obviously not. To her, she replies, nodding toward the commander as she finishes speaking.
"Oh. Not especially, no."
"So much for that. Good thing one of us can multitask. Come on, we've some time to kill."
"As you say, Ma'am," Adran replies, and stands slowly and carefully, towering over the much shorter woman. As they walk away one might notice her step is always just one ahead, even though they walk side-by-side.
That should do it for an introduction, if you need full details on their looks you can see them on my signup. Sorry for not seeing this earlier.
edited 5th Jun '16 6:40:24 PM by MrJikoui
Trans Terminus Homo
The Kingdom of Sefrein, Capital, Dragoner HQ
"Good question, there will only be a small foward team so we don't gather unneccessary attention" The commander looked to Icenos "The team will consist of 4 Dragoners. Other than you those will be the Dragoners Al-Samara, Ithigos and Adran. You'll start together and will split into two groups in the target area to cover a wider area."
Sorry to not make that clear, Aicha also listened, I'll edited to make it clear, sorry, mb
"One may feel fear in the face of danger so long as one banishes fear when danger actually arrives"
My son is a dumbass
The Republic of Greica, way up to Castle City Greican Darr
Two people, an old man in a yellow and a young, wild looking boy are walking towards the city, arguing among themselves. From the looks of it, the boy could be the grandson of the old man.
"So why exactly do I have to play the grandpa here?" the old man asks the boy at this point, his voice sounding dry, but full of life.
"Because my usual form may be known here, you cantankerous old fart! You know yourself how damn hard it is to only see through one eye." The boy replise with a similar tone of voice, but his does indeed sound more youthfull, but also old and far-reaching, as if a soft rumble accompanies every word.
"Do not remind me of that, you wanted that plant and the goat ate your last seed while we slept. Do you even know how much that hurt, scaly? Not to mention that you refused to heal me until we ate."
"You burned that goat."
"Because I could not see there, oh wise being that embodies the wheel of life and death. Also, you liked the taste of the ash."
"Well, duh."
At this point, the two are stopped by the guard postitioned at the outer wall "Stop, please identify yourself and state why exactly you are here."
"Dai Jinhai, and this is my grandson, Qinchen" "I am not your grand-" "Shut your trap you young upshot." The boy kicks Jinhai in response, eliciting a groan from him.
"We are here to get him a better education." - "So you want to enroll him in a school here?" - "Yes, stop kicking me already."
Kingdom of Seifren, Capital, Dragoner HQ
"Ah, you heard that, right?" asks Eosonofex as the two exit the hall proper. Adran nods and scratches his chin.
"Yes, ma'am. Still, it would be better if we got there first. Too many in the skies are sure to attract attention. Besides, stealth is kind of what we do." As he speaks, Adran "accidentally" bumps into a passersby who seems to be visiting the Headquarters. He gives a mumbled apology and continues on his way, one small satchel of coins heavier than before. Unfortunately, Eos knocks the sack from his hands before he can even take more than a few steps.
"While I can agree, you ought to behave. No need to piss off your comrades." Adran looks like he might say something to this, but instead stays quiet. They're getting paid for their time, so it's not like he has to resort to pickpocketing. Still...a free drink or several would have been nice.
Anyway," Eos says once they hit open air, "We should take care of gearing up and then head out to Flyvon's Ridge. The sooner the better."
Trans Terminus Homo
The Kingdom of Sefrein, Capital, Dragoner HQ
Aicha nodded "Yes ma'am." as she was turning around and going to leave she got a... 'pat' on the back... only done with such a force that she stumbled a step forwards nearly falling "Haha, las' seems like a good mission... little danger." He puffed out a small cloud of smoke from his cigar "Ah, wanted to stretch my wings again for a while now." Another one of his 'pats' - this time Aicha was halfway prepared for it "Wanna do some sparring before we head out? Watcha say?" Aicha nodded, 'sparring' in their case meant that she desperatly gave everything she had while Ammon often didn't even sweat until the very end... but she liked it anyway.
The Republic of Greica, Castle City Greican Darr, Main Gate
"Hm... alright that checks out, just don't cause trouble, if you need a room to stay you can go into a tavern, the civilian schools are in the northern district. The military academy is in the center near the keep." The guard lifted his halberd, turning to the gate "OPEN!" Slowly the heavy iron gates opened... the gate house had two of them, both resting on rails allowing them to be pulled upwards to open them. Between them was a space that could be used to trap enemies which could be then turned into a killzone, to both sides of the gate was also a wooden gate which swung open to both sides but remained open during the day under normal circumstances. The guard nodded to Dai Jinhai and Qinchen "You may pass."
edited 7th Jun '16 5:24:58 AM by Sergey_Smirnov
"One may feel fear in the face of danger so long as one banishes fear when danger actually arrives"
The Kingdom of Sefrein, Capital, Dragoner HQ
Sharyi Ithigos drummed her fingers nervously on the table. She turned to Targyon, who was sitting next to her. "Just a flyover? Seems simple. What do you want to do with our prep time?" Targyon lifted his head from the table, but Sharyi was already pacing around. "We travel light, so equipment isn't really a problem, and I doubt we can learn any secret techniques or ancient magics in two hours, so that's out." Targyon placed his head back on the table. "Maybe we should talk to the other Dragoners? Most of my skill set is support and disruption, I don't think going into a dangerous situation with an unfamiliar team would be a good idea, right?" "Bit late for that," remarked Targyon, his voice muffled by his coat. He gestured at the doorway. "Carp! They're gone already?!" Sharyi grabbed Targyon by the arm. "Come on! We've got to go now!"
edited 7th Jun '16 11:30:10 AM by SketchRemix
Grecian Darr, Dragoner HQ
After the commander finished his briefing, Yusuf tilted his head in thought as he looked at the map, then nodded to Alyesha. "Well, I'll go prepare and inform Hassan about the mission. Meet you later." He remarked, before exiting the room.
After few minutes of searching, Yusuf found the familiar figure of Hassan Al-Tazim outside the forges, practicing with his spear in human form. Upon seeing Yusef approach, the fire dragon gave a brief nod of acknowledgement. "Yusuf."
"Hey Hassan, we got a mission today." The blacksmith reported. "Escorting a group travelling in Flyvon's Ridge."
The fire dragon nodded as he stepped forward, sweeping the butt of the spear in an upwards arc, then quickly following with a elbow strike and thrust. "I see. When are we leaving?"
"Two hours."
"Ah, no rush then." Hassan mused, finishing his exercise and resting the weapon on his shoulder. "We will resume the morning's spar. That will leave you with at least an hour before you have to gear up."
Yusuf's cheerful grin plummeted, and he slumped over in comic grief. "You mean I have to go through that ass-kicking again?"
"Don't be so dramatic Yusuf, you are improving. I had to put in a little more effort into defeating you on that last round.".
"Not helping Hassan..." Yusuf muttered, but grabbed his warhammer leaning on the wall nearby. "At least let me keep the points from this morning."
"Very well. The score is currently 6 wins, 24 losses. Remember, you need 10 wins to finish today's training."
edited 8th Jun '16 8:30:24 AM by svenorzokarkoff
Lord of Fungi
Kingdom of Sefrein, Capital, Dragoner HQ
Icenos still stood by the table. Watching all the other Dragon Riders leave the room. A muffled chuckle sounded across the room. Can't really say I'm impressed.
But, realizing he was the only one left in the room by now, Icenos decided to make his way to the exit too.
"All instructions are clear, commander. We'll see to fulfilling our mission." he added before finally exiting through the door.
Seinhe, following close behind, stopped by the door just after Icenos stepped through it and turned her head towards the commander. She hadn't uttered a single word in the entire briefing.
"If I may... Lord Commander. Who will lead?"
Her cold and inquisitive stare demanded an answer, and a satisfying one.
“Seek freedom and become captive of your desires. Seek discipline and find your liberty.” ― Frank Herbert, Chapterhouse: Dune
Kingdom of Sefrein, Just Outside the Capital
Eosonofex waits with her arms crossed, sitting on a rather large rock as she waits. Adran is supposed to meet her there after he'd gotten his supplies, but it seems to be taking him longer than she had anticipated. Not that she was annoyed or impatient by it - she is simpy curious as to what might be taking him so long.
When Adran finally appears he is munching on an apple and carrying a light sack of provisions for their trip, and he is followed by something odd - a shadow of sorts, missing arms and legs, that walks next to him with purpose.
"You're certain? A cave in Flyvon's Ridge?"
There are few things we are certain of, live one. But others like us is one of them. You will find information on what you are looking for if you seek this spirit out.
"Fair enough. You are free to go," Adran says as he steps up to Eos, and the shadow seems to nod slowly before dissipating into formless spectral energy.
"Well, the normal folk of the Capital will see you as insane now, if you've been speaking with the dead the whole time," Eos says with a smirk before hopping off the rock. There is a massive swirling of leaves and spectral energy as her form shifts quickly from her human countenance to her draconic one - she grows a bit in size, but is small for a dragon, and she has black scales with many reds here and there, looking almost like dried blood at the edges aside from the places where the red is vibrant. ((See my character sheet for exacts.))
"That spirit sought me out actually. Apparently our mission is well known amongst the dead here - this one knows someone who can help us find our target," Adran says, pulling a heavy cloth from the sack and setting it on Eos' back where he would be sitting before hopping on her back lightly. He makes sure he has everything accounted for, and then they are off, launching into the air hard and fast and headed toward Flyvon's Ridge.
"Fair enough. And lucky, too, since that happens to be where we are headed. Hopefully you haven't gotten us into a trap though - I'd hate to punish your silliness after such a long spell of good decisions." Adran can't tell if she is joking or not at this.
edited 7th Jun '16 5:22:18 PM by MrJikoui
Trans Terminus Homo
Kingdom of Sefrein, Capital, Dragoner HQ
The comander stood there, a stern gaze on her face "The lead for the way to the target point will be lying on Dragoner Al-Samara, this will also function as a test for her. After you split up lead of the first wing will also fall on Dragoner Al-Samara, the second wing will be commanded by your partner, Dragoner Icenos, as with Dragoner Al-Samara this will also function as a test regarding his capabilities as a leader." The commander replied calmly, looking at the Dragon "The assignment of the partners is to be handled by the Dragoners themselves, they need to know whom they trust with their back and possibly their life, that is not my decision to make."
"One may feel fear in the face of danger so long as one banishes fear when danger actually arrives"
My son is a dumbass
Grecian Darr
Dai and Qinchen head for the Academy, still arguing with each other. Specific topics are why exactly Qinchen needs to go to school, that Dai should wipe that smile of his face and that Qinchen should stop kicking Dai.
Qinchen stops as they pass Hassan and Yusuf on their way, but resumes walking (and arguing) withour a word.
The Eccentric Electric
Kingdom of Sefrein, Capital:
Since the early hours of the morning, a black-haired, blue-eyed, able-bodied young man had been rushing throughout the kingdom with a wooden cart. For the first part of his day so far, the young man had spent the morning cutting down small trees in a forest for firewood outside of Sefrein's walls, doing his best to ensure that he collected as much dead wood as possible even though he would end up having to settle for some wood from recently-downed trees that still had plenty of water in them. The young man would rush back home to deliver firewood that was kept as a backup fuel source in case the forge ran out of coals, which was a semi-frequent occurrence due to the amount of work that had to be done on a daily basis. After stacking the firewood inside the forging area, the young man would be ordered to make deliveries of various metal works throughout the town, which mainly consisted of nails, knives, and some bits of armor today.
"The sooner you make these deliveries Ferron, the better. We have a lot more to go." The young man's father told him before Ferron simply replied, "Yes sir..." and headed off. It would take about an hour and a half for Ferron to finish delivering everything that was piled high onto the cart, which added the challenge of making sure nothing fell off. Life was like this almost everyday for Ferron, and aside from sheer determination and actually liking his trade, the main thing that got him through each day was a hearty potato-based breakfast, which on a good day was complimented by savory meat. It still surprised Ferron that a few ugly-looking growths from the ground could be so filling when cooked right, but it helped him pull through a good portion of the day.
Once his cart was emptied and the money that was to be divided between the house lord and the family members was collected, Ferron would begin heading back one again. He still found the whole concept ridiculous, even though the house lords were the only reason that Ferron's family wasn't homeless. At least if the house lords decided to be too demanding, there was a chance that Ferron's father Stann could bring the matter to higher-ups within the kingdom, but the house lords seemed to have no interest in bringing unwanted attention through drama to themselves, and kept their end of the bargain consistently throughout the years. Ferron realized he got distracted by his own thoughts once again, and was about to continue heading back home until he noticed some dragoners practicing their techniques in one of the outdoor areas of their training centers. He figured he needed a break, no matter how brief from work, and that this would more than suffice as he stood there, cart still in front of him as he joined the spectators captivated by what was going on.
edited 8th Jun '16 9:32:42 AM by ParadoxialStratagem
Living The Fever Dream
Johanda sat in her seat patiently, next to Deothraxia, waiting. Deothraxia sighed in relief when the commander came in, then gave her little speech. She immediately stood up, then began walking out. Johanda quickly caught up to the dragon, exasperated. "Why don't you ever pay attention to these things, Deo?"
"Because I know that you'll simply summarize it for me, of course." Deo said, smiling pleasantly. Johanda sighed. The two walked out into the market streets, Deo looking for a good clothing store.
Flyvon's Ridge
With practiced grace and speed, Eos navigates the skies above Flyvon's Ridge, her eyes out for anything suspicious. Adran does likewise, keeping his eyes on the rocky outcroppings far below, though he also keeps his eyes out for the particular cave the spirit from before had mentioned. Unfortunately, it would seemingly require them to be a little closer, judging by the multitude of mine entrances he can see, clearly labeled as such by the bits of equipment and old tracks still littering the area.
"Keep a weather eye out for some of those forts - I see Greican colors," says Eos as she peaks a ridge and dives down its precarious sloping surface. Adran grabs onto one of her back ridges for balance as she does this and makes a mental note of her warning.
"Maybe we should get grounded, then. I assume they won't be happy to see us if they haven't already."
Trans Terminus Homo
Kingdom of Sefrein, Capital, Dragoner HQ
As always the sparring area was crowded with Dragoners and their partners, some in Human form, some in Dragon form. The area was surrounded by all kinds of people, most workers from the city, spending their break here to watch the sparring.
Aicha and Ammon stood opposed to each other. "I'm giving you the first attack lass'" Ammon exclaimed, he currently was in his Human form, puffing a bit of smoke out of his cigar "Okay." Aicha gave a nod, readying her claw and calming her breath.
The Republic of Greica, Castle City Greican Darr, Dragoner HQ
Alyesha left the Briefing Room followed by a girl with distinct Dragon features like a tail "So, what will you do until we need to gear up?" Alyesha thought for a bit, Rajiya waited her eyes fixed on Alyesha. "I planned to spar with another Dragoner, we need to get a feeling for the new team." Rajiya simply nodded, seemingly satisfied with the answer. So they both got to the sparring area, looking for a partner
The Republic of Greica, Castle City Greican Darr, Near the Academy
Dai and Quinchen would now possibly notice the academy, it was a large building, big flags of Greica hung on the walls. It really was near the keep, in view-range was the sparring areal for the Dragoners where many students spend their free time, either studying them or just watching for fun. There was a small market in the near surrounding, mostly shops for weapons and armor, but also some for food, again mostly used by the students of the academy. The place was currently quite crowded.
"One may feel fear in the face of danger so long as one banishes fear when danger actually arrives"
My son is a dumbass
The Republic of Greica, Castle City Greican Darr, Near the Academy
Dai looks up to the Academy as the uneven pair walks towards it, noisy as usual. "I remember these kind of biildings... it seems we have found the advanced course. Do you feel up for it?"
"Are you sure your brain is still fast enough for this kind of stuff? You cannot teach an old dog new tricks."
"Bullshit, some people are just to dumb to even do that, you know. You were how old again? 10000 years old?"
"6978, I only act so old because of you."
"What! How can that be? I am noting more than a fart compared to your excelencies age."
"Shut up old man." - "... doesn't that make me technically older than you?"
They have now reached the gates of the Academy, looking for a spot to register themselves.
edited 14th Jun '16 9:10:21 AM by Blackie
Trans Terminus Homo
The Republic of Greica, Castle City Greican Darr, Academy
They would soon notice a small room in the entrance hall sporting a single - at the moment quite bored - officer, currently in the process of filing some paperwork one could identify as registrations. "Ugh... lets see... why do these forms have to be so long? Damn... this is hardly what they told me when I got into the military"
"One may feel fear in the face of danger so long as one banishes fear when danger actually arrives"
First, Invisble, Invincible
edited 14th Jun '16 9:56:22 AM by I_Darkstar_X
If a baseball breaks a window, does it cause the window pain?
Trans Terminus Homo
Kingdom of Sefrein, Capital, Dragoner HQ, Sparring Areal
Aicha made a first hit... the time it connected Ammon suddenly looked up, a shine in his eyes. He vanished in a small cloud of fog, before Aicha could realize what happened a dark grey claw slashed at her, giving her nearly no time to prepare for the hit, subsequently sending her flying. As the smoke dispensed Ammon stood there in his Dragon form, with a jump he was over at the place Aicha had forcefully made ground-contact again, lowering his front claw on her chest and pressing her to the ground. "Ouch. I give up -cough- what gives?"
Hearing that Ammon lifted the claw from her, moments later he was back in his Human form, the usual cigar in his mouth with a smile "Ahaha lass' I couldn't resist, I wanted to go full power again one time. Sorry there lass', here, lemme' give you a hand." He offered her a hand to get up. "Hey, wanna' get a rematch? I'll hold back this time, promised." He chuckled while looking around... most of the people around were predictably surprised that the fight went this fast. "Lass' - might wanna' look there." He pointed at a certain armor-clad human amongst the crowd. "Not everytime a knight gets here."
Aicha looked in the direction, still rubbing her chest, slowly getting to Keter. Ammon all the while got an arm around her shoulder, giving a hearthy laugh "Haha, hope I didn't hurt you there lass'... at least not too bad" Aicha simply shook her head with a grin "Next time I'll win... let me just catch my breath." With that they arrived at Keters location.
edited 14th Jun '16 11:12:49 AM by Sergey_Smirnov
"One may feel fear in the face of danger so long as one banishes fear when danger actually arrives"
The Republic of Greica, Greican Darr, Sparring Area
Entering the sparring area, Alyesha would see Yusuf and Hassan currently engaged in a deadlock, with Hassan holding off Yusuf's hammer using the shaft of his spear. A low kick from the Dragoner forced his opponent to break the lock and step back, but was quickly put on the defensive when the the dragon retaliated with a flurry of slashes and thrusts. "That was a good move to break the deadlock, but you were not quick enough to press the advantage." Hassan chided, then shot forward, getting his spear past Yusuf's guard and forcing his opponent to freeze. "Yield?" He asked, tapping the flat side of the spearhead against Yusuf's shoulder.
"...Yeah, I yield." Yusuf agreed, lowering his hammer and rolling his shoulder once Hassan move the spear away from him. "I swear you're putting more strength into your strikes." The blacksmith muttered as he shook off the pins-and-needles feeling in his arms.
"That is because I am. Like I said, you are improving, meaning I have to step up my game, so to speak." the fire dragon explained. Noticing the newcomers, he gave a nod of acknowledgement. "Hello Alyesha, Rajiya." He greeted them politely.
"Oh hey Alyesha, Rajiya." Yusuf echoed his partner, albeit in a more cheerful and casual manner. Out of habit, his gaze briefly flickered towards the Dragoner's weapon and armour.
Trans Terminus Homo
The Republic of Greica, Greican Darr, Dragoner HQ, Sparring Area
Alyesha gave a nod, she wore her usual armor, while it didn't cover her whole body she had come to appreciate the added flexibility over a full plate mail, her scythe rested in her arms "Greetings, Hassan, Yusuf" She gave a salute to both while Rajira only swished with her tail in acknowledgement of the two - seemingly lost in thoughts. In the end she looked to the two "Hello you two." She said... while she was pretty short... one could almost say harsh... one could maybe tell it wasn't out of spite or a low opinion of the two... but more because she still seemed to think about problems lost on the human mind, only showing themselves to somebody who saw empires rise and fall... for whom a Human life was nothing more than a short spark... dying out the moment after ignition. "We are looking for sparring partners, we need to get used to the team, would you care?" She asked, curiously eyeing the two.
"One may feel fear in the face of danger so long as one banishes fear when danger actually arrives"
My son is a dumbass
The Republic of Greica, Castle City Greican Darr, Academy
Dai stops in front of the mans desk, tilting his head slightly. "Something important to do or do you have a bit of time? I am looking for a little bit of further knowledge for my boy here - as well as a good source if coin, be it through work or other means."
"Your darker side is showing itself again, grandpa. Wouldn't it be better to ask for the location of the retiremenr home here?"
The Republic of Greica, Greican Darr, Sparring Area
Yusuf and Hassan briefly shared a look, before Yusuf gave a shrug, as if to say why not?. "Sure, that sounds good."/ "Certainly. What do you have in mind?" They said.
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The Kingdom of Sefrein, Capital, Dragoner HQ
Aicha sat in the meeting room, along with the rest of the Dragoner, currently everyone was waiting for today's orders, Aicha just was glad that the chairs were halfway decent, the room was hot, but due to her heritage from a caravan she didn't mind. Loking around she noticed the familiar round table with a map of Flyvons Ridge in the back of the room, on the front was a chalkboard with some orders and tactics scribbled onto it. The walls still sported the pictures of the past Kings and their Dragons. Since a few generations every King became a Dragoner as kind of a tradition. Then, their commander came in "Greetings, so, lets just get right down to business, shall we? Nothing special really, just a little scouting. Our scouts reported heightened activity in the Northern part of the Ridge, though they couldn't determine what is causing it. Your job is to fly reconnaissance over the target area and determine what's causing that, should you find the cause you are to report back to the commander on ground, engage only if you're attacked. You've got 2 hours until start, I recommend using the time wise, that is all." As she was listening Aicha had a light smile on her face, reconnaissance wasn't bad, some people might looked down on it but Aicha knew that it was very important.
The Republic of Greica, Castle City Greican Darr, Dragoner HQ
It was a sunny day here... and sunny mostly meant hot, which was something Alyesha didn't like one bit, even if she wouldn't have had to wear her armor right now, this was just too much, yet still she had to wait with the rest of her unit to get the orders for today. Since she didn't had anything better to do she looked around, the room was pretty spartan, that was for sure, there were no chairs... there was no... everything really, apart form the big table in the mid sporting the map of Flyvons Ridge and some handwritten notes concerning the situation. Finally - after a much too long time the commandant entered the room. "Good, I see everyone is here? Very well, then let us commence the briefing." Short as usual. "Today, you'll be escorting a small engineer corps into the Northern outreach of Flyvons Ridge, they'll be scouting the location for suitable places for a forward base, you job is to keep them safe while they do, that is all. The mission starts in 2 hours, until then you might do as you please. If there are no more questions you are dismissed" Ah, so short and bound, Alyesha thought, the Commander probably would never change... but that was good, there was a time for charismatic speeches, but not in such a briefing.
edited 9th Jun '16 3:47:27 PM by Sergey_Smirnov
"One may feel fear in the face of danger so long as one banishes fear when danger actually arrives"