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"So what's the situation then?" Varina pressed as the captain came in. Sitting made her fidgety. The young woman shifted her right leg so that it was across the left as she leaned forward to hear what the captain and commander had to say.

"What a century this week has been." - Seung Min Kim

Okay. One, two, three...

"GAH!"

Piper yelled in frustration as she slammed herself against the door a third time.

The way this is going, I'll be lucky to escape with just a few bruises. Why isn't the garbage chute sealed off, anyway?

The pilot sighed. "Great. Just great, Piper." she muttered to herself. "Leave to find the bathroom, trip over your shoelaces, and next thing you know you're falling into this fragblasted dump. I'll be late again for sure."

She reached up and adjusted her helmet, trying once more to switch on the defunct comm circuit. Her fingers brushed against the reset switch buried deep inside the wires - just got to go a little farther - and suddenly with a snap she had done it. The speakers were buzzing with static, indicating their successful integration with the ship's network.

"Lee to Hobbes." Piper groaned. I can't believe I have to do this. "Commander, this is Piper. You're not going to believe where I am."

Now I'm freedom unbound, cut the laces of life...

Issac Alesci

Well, at least I know now that he has good taste in clothes, for all the good that will do me.

Issac frowned in boredom. Paranoid of listening devices, he always made a point of refraining from speech during a secret inspection like this one, but that didn't prevent him form keeping a running commentary in his head as he took a closer look at the Eighth Knight's toiletries for any sign of banned substances or bomb-making potential. Nope. Just the typical. Stowing the bag of necessitous back where it had come from, he picked up one of the only three items that had caught his attention: A sword.

It was plain, but well-crafted, and obviously well-maintained, judging from the sheen. Taking it in both hands, the Praetorian gave the blade a few practice swings. Hmmm, very nice. It lacks any identifying markers, so it's not a family sword. Maybe he had it forged in the hopes that he could pass something on to coming generations? ...Nah, way too far-fetched. It's good that he has some skill in swordsmanship all the same, but it certainly won't help him if we're boarded. Only an idiot brings a sword to a gunfight.

For a brief moment, Issac almost wanted to test the keenness of the edge, but shook his head with a half smile, setting the saber back in the bottom of the bag and snatching up the second object of interest. It was a pocket-watch, again finely crafted, but mostly unremarkable. Hm. Turning it over in his hands, he inspected every angle until his eyes caught an engraving along the side. Julius Leon? Something nagged at the back of his mind, but Issac shrugged, finding himself unable to scratch the metal itch. Some kind of family heirloom, though, is it? Heh. A nice trinket, I suppose. Carefully, he spooled the chain and placed the timepiece back where he had found it before picking up Gabriel's datapad.

As he tapped the surface to boot it up, the first thing he saw was a picture of a young boy, perhaps eight or nine, surrounded by a man and woman in their late forties and two teenage boys. Issac found himself nodding approvingly. Ahhhhh, family photo. Excellent choice of screensav- Suddenly, the background flicked to another picture. The boy, about twelve, was beaming hugely next to a towering, grave-looking man. Wait, what? Who is that? Looks so familiar... None of his relatives are named Julius, so does that mean- Julius... Leon?

Something clicked in Issac's brain, and his thoughts began racing. Julius Leon! Yeah, I remember... Julius Leon, the ruling Lord of Ephraim. This is him. Boring and typical as far as Lords go. Nothing remarkable about him except that 'scandal' he got caught up in in the early 90s... something about an illegitimate son? Hold on, don't tell me... No way! The Praetorian cracked a lopsided grin as the image cycled back to the 'family photo'. Ahhh, yes, he comes from a lesser noble family, right? Of course! Lesser Lords, always available for shoving your bastard children onto! Ha! Who says my hobbies aren't useful? Wheeeeee! He exhaled. Wow. Note to self: Ol' Gabey has Daddy issues. Probably never knew his mother either. Well, Gabriel, you've come to the right place! We have a wide assortment of Freudian-afflicted comrades for you to bond with! Hell, I admit it, even I have issues! Goddamn, Roxy's going to be the only normal person left in the Regiment at this rate.

Now cautious of the possibility that the pad's owner might return at an inopportune moment, Issac weighed the advantages and disadvantages of hacking the tablet very carefu- Aw, screw it, I'm not stopping now! Your secrets will be mine, Gabriel Leon! And your little dog, too!

War

"Ah..." War's hand fell from where she had extended it in an ineffectual stopping motion, and she sighed lightly as Utnapistim disappeared into a distant hallway. "I wanted to congratulate her on successfully bringing in Bixakeres. She'll be quite an asset to the cause." The red-clad woman shook her head, turning back to Onaki. "She seemed rather irritable. Did something happen?"

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The Doctor waved her hand. "Utnapishtim is somewhat temperamental. She simply needs time to get used to the idea of having other, long-term affiliates besides Delorelai. Her sour mood should vanish before long."

As the word "Delorelai" escaped the Doctor's lips, the woman showed up, blinking in confusion at the two, before re-adopting her grimly stoic demeanor.

"Ah, Delorelai, I was just about to come looking for you. These are your new....affiliates."

Delorelai held back a visible scowl.

"I see...."

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Flint turned towards a sound emanating from Hobbes' direction, who seemed to be receiving a message from someone. "And I'm gonna bet those are people calling to say they're late."

"Commander, this is Piper. You're not going to believe where I am."

Varina cocked her head towards the sound that interrupted the start of the meeting. Was that a woman? Piper? The name sounded familiar. Varina combed her mind for mentions of it before. Oh, that's right, the reports from earlier. One of the original members of the squad. Where has she been all this time?

"If she says floating out in space after getting tossed out an airlock it'll explain a lot." she mused aloud.

"What a century this week has been." - Seung Min Kim

"These troublesome new compatriots are leaving me with a migrane," Pestilance shook his head, "Should we continue the feigned niceties or can we just establish that we all hate eachother and move on?"

Vieillard

Earl had been rather quiet. He nodded. His superior's vote of confidence meant mroe than he was willing to admit. The new one reminded him of himself. Slightly too... direct about his doubts however. It would be interesting to have some... similiarly perspectived new blood wandering around. Though Earl made a personal note to be careful of getting dragged into it himself.

"In which case," Earl bowed to both after emerging from the control room, "I will take my leave now and make my way there now."

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Roxy continued to stare out the window. It was epic.

Delorelai crossed her arms. "It's nothing personal, I hate people in general. I was also falsely informed I would be working alone." The white-haired frame pilot cast a glance at the doctor.

"Now Delorelai, we must put aside petty differences for the sake of the greater goal."

"Yes, and you've yet to tell me what this goal is. Or perhaps your friends who insist on pseudonyms know, and you don't."

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Lorraine was somewhat annoyed at having found no one in the briefing room when she'd gotten there, so now, she was at her desk, switching on the intercom.

"All Knights to the Briefing Room as soon as possible, Silence out."

with that, she headed off there herself.

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Earl was already by the door of it when the message was sent, having hurried away from Niktokov and the new arrival.

It was kind of his commander to endorse him but he was rather uncomfortable with the way it was phrased.

The earlier uneasiness induced by Sabre was setting in. It was uncanny. She was a pinnacle, a paragon, a challenge. And he wanted nothing more than to topple her.

The coming mission would be another step along that road.

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Hobbes sighed as he turned his attention to the comm.

"Enlighten me, lieutenant, and please don't say 'outside the ship'."

What matters in this life is much more than winning for ourselves. What really matters is helping others win, too. - F. Rogers.

As she saw the group pouring in to the meeting room, all late, Jill put a hand to her face. It was gonna be one of those days, wasn't it.

And then she overheard the LT's message to Commander Hobbes. Yep. It is. she thought, a barely audible groan passing from her throat.

"Does this kind of thing happen often?" Ibarra asked, intrigued despite himself. How do they operate? Well, it looks like it's not very much within military procedure...

Gabriel was startled by the tone of his commanding officer as her fierce command echoed through the intercom system. He hadn't heard anything which could he would call "emotion" from her the last time he met her.

He jumped somewhat as he realized that on his first day, it wouldn't pay to be late. Whisking out his tablet, he quickly located the map Isaac had sent him, found the briefing room, and started to sprint in it's general direction. While he ran, he scanned the map, trying to determine exactly what route he should take.

Why is this ship so hard to navigate? He wondered desperately as he began to sweat.

Your legacy shall drift away, blown into eternity, like the sands of the desert.

"To be perfectly honest, I was expecting it half an hour ago at latest."

What matters in this life is much more than winning for ourselves. What really matters is helping others win, too. - F. Rogers.

Carson laughed out loud. "Ya' know, they could've warned me I was joining the comedy stable."

Alexei gave a sharp whistle. "Hey, newbie, follow me. I'll show you the way there."

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Gabe skidded to a stop as he heard Alexei's call, having completely forgotten the Knight he'd been speaking to. Great first impression Gabriel. He berated himself as he turned. Go sprinting off in the middle of a conversation.

" Ah shi-, um, thank you sir." He stuttered as he returned to the Trio. " Got a bit ahead of myself there, panicked a bit." He rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment. " You know, first day and all."

The excuse sounded pretty lame, even to him.

" So, which way is it then?"

Your legacy shall drift away, blown into eternity, like the sands of the desert.

"If she's stuck somewhere, are we gonna go get her?" Varina almost got up. She'd much rather be doing something then just sitting here waiting for the meeting to begin.

"What a century this week has been." - Seung Min Kim

"Well, that's idea, but we have to know where she is first," said Hobbes. "Well, lieutenant? ...you're... you're not actually in space right now, are you? If so, that wasn't an order before."

What matters in this life is much more than winning for ourselves. What really matters is helping others win, too. - F. Rogers.

Alexei began walking to one of the lifts. "The briefing room is right below the bridge. The lights in the ship hallways more or less point toward the lift that takes you to the bridge, so follow the lights and stop one floor below the bridge."

Alexei pressed the button to call the lift, and stepped inside it once it came. "Come along, you'll do well to find a senior officer to stick with."

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— Kara Nanya/Mikal Quasp —

Kara accelerated after Jaedong, both hands on the shaft of her umbrella. The distance between the two on the deserted street was rapidly closing. A slight smile began cracking across her face as she got into the mood.

Mikal began running alongside them from behind a building parallel with Jaedong, watching them from the shadows of a parallel alleyway.

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Piper groaned.

"No, sir. I'm inside the ship. I... well, I fell down a garbage chute. I was hoping you could get the engineers to hit the emergency release for the access door."

Now I'm freedom unbound, cut the laces of life...

Hobbes sighed and walked over to a wall panel to dial up engineering.

"While we wait for the lieutenant to join us in person, she can listen in on the comm. This is an organized joint operation, and we don't have time to put this meeting off."

What matters in this life is much more than winning for ourselves. What really matters is helping others win, too. - F. Rogers.