AKA Nixer
As he hesitantly walked out from his position on the opposite side of the street, Yves couldn't help but swallow and duck his head down at the sight of the military's pointed gaze on the supply drop. Walking as quickly as he could possibly be while remaining discreet, he approached the older man—very lightly placing his hand upon his shoulder in effort not to startle him too much.
“Excusez-moi, monsieur—do you need any help with that?” he quietly asked, his gaze anxiously pinned on the patrol still looking over at them. This probably wouldn't end well—but he'd rather be in the mix than not at least try and help at all. Although...
He momentarily flicked his attention over to the crates. They looked... heavy. Yes, he was of decent height, but that mattered little when he was built like a reed. He supposed he'd just have to put his back into it.
“But, um... be ready to run,” he finally added in a somewhat less confident tone (which was impressive), flashing the man a warning expression. “L-Let's see if we can do this quick... a-and I'll try and cover you if things do go wrong, oui?”
Dear God he hoped it didn't. But a part of him knew that it was practically inevitable. Might as well risk it, though—if it meant giving these people something to eat.
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The Tiny Ember
Outside the Gilded Honeybee, at the Supply Drop
Without much of a warning, a small object rolled towards the US patrol... before erupting into a colossal explosion that attempted to take out most of them in a sneak attack.
"So much for them," murmured Ariel as she lit her cigarette from a nearby alley.
Without even letting the chaos die down a bit from her previous trick, Ariel immediately formed another grenade within her hand and tossed it towards the supply drop- but this time instead of exploding, it burst into a massive smokescreen, covering the entire area. Without a moment's hesitation, Ariel took to the streets and ran towards the now unguarded supply drop that was covered in smoke. Busting open the crate's lid, she quickly began to fill her backpack full of food, water, and whatever alcohol she could find. By chance, she found a pack of cigarettes. Grinning, she stuffed the pack into her back pocket for later.
"Hey!" she called out to Yves, the owner of the Gilded Honeybee, and anyone else who just happened to be listening. "You better move your ass if you want your share of the supplies or else they're going to be all mine!" roared Ariel as she continued to stuff her backpack full of stuff.
Edited by Toukas on Nov 5th 2018 at 6:35:09 AM
"Believe in the me that believes in you!"
The Flamebringer
Outside the Gilded Honeybee
Hildegarde Dietrich leaned against a wall of a building near the Gilded Honeybee, eyeing the American troops gathered there. The other thing she was eyeing was nearby cover - especially from the Americans. Her pistol concealed beneath her trench coat and her face more or less concealed by a hat, her head angled such that it nicely obstructed her face from casual observation she was rather innocuous - though maybe not so much for hanging around what would probably quickly devolve into a firefight. Or, perhaps, conspicuous by the attempts to remain inconspicuous.And, the fact that it was, in fact, likely to devolve into a firefight, especially with the american troops hanging so close, was the reason she was there - while not particularly interested in the manual labor of the moving itself, she did have a vested interest in the supplies being taken in safely - the neutral zone was difficult to find supplies in, and, well, she rather disliked having to go to either the Soviets or US for aid - too many questions.
Aaaand then there was an explosion. And smoke. She sighed, and pushed herself off the wall, attempting to use the smokescreen to her own benefit in approaching.
All are significantly abnormal in a normal world... All are significantly normal in an abnormal world.
Fwomph
Merabium Mines, Army Truck
"Они вооружены. Должны ли мы развернуть актив?"note
Listen closer.
From the back of the truck, nestled amid the supplies sat the asset in question. If someone were to look in there it would of seemed like someone stowed a spacesuit limply upon a crate but as the truck slowed to a stop near the barrier the Soviet army soldier next to the driver knocked on the roof, causing the asset to look up and shuffle as the crate creaked under his weight-
"Помогите нам разгрузить грузовик, Фантом"note
With another creak the spacesuit stood up, back bent to avoid scraping on the roof as the doors of the truck popped open. Reaching back the Phantom Cosmonaut picked up one of the crates and hoisted it onto his shoulder, time to meet with the oppressed workers of this state...
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.
King of Anime
Between the Atarah City Museum and the Gilded Honeybee
A young man could be seen walking along the street, not quite at the Atarah City Museum yet nor was he yet at the Gilded Honeybee. As he walked, a few people called out to him, asking how his day was. Waving back, he continued along the path lost in thought as he tried to figure out what to do that day.
He hadn't been walking for long when he was nearly knocked off his feet and the sound of an explosion reached his ears. His eyes shifted towards where he heard the sound come from, only to notice the sight of smoke a few buildings over from where he stood.
"What is going on over there?"
Crouching low to the ground, he began to move towards the Gilded Honeybee.
Edited by Chariot on Nov 5th 2018 at 10:35:46 AM
Klaus, With Yael
A young man dressed in black walked the streets with a stern expression as a stream of thoughts went though his mind. How long would they be humiliated by these damn dogs who insisted on using their country as a battleground? If nothing was done, the Soviet and American forces would steal the land’s resources and kill their citizens if they resisted their actions. Klaus was determined to turn the tables on them. That one day, these imperialist soldiers would be the ones groveling at his feet. Begging for mercy that he wouldn’t grant them. They deserved nothing less.
But he couldn’t drive off these soldiers on his own – he would need a united fighting force by his side. Snuffing out the Soviets and Americans completely wasn’t a realistic goal, but he’d be willing to settle for making them flee Merab. Once that goal was accomplished and Merabium was harnessed to its full potential, Merab could start to understand its true destiny. Not as some third world country to be exploited by stronger nations, but a powerful wolf ready to bite down on the throat of the world.
...Oh right, wasn’t Klaus walking? Well, it seemed while he was lost in his thoughts, he accidentally bumped into Yael. He took a step backwards, looking contrite.
“I’m terribly sorry sir,” he said in a bashful tone that contrasted his inner voice. “It seems I need to pay more attention to my surroundings.”
He didn't quite know why this man was wearing women's clothing, but he didn't bring that up. It didn't seem pertinent, especially right now.
He covered his ears as he heard the nearby explosion, but didn’t flinch. The last thing he wanted to do was show weakness in front of a stranger.
“I’m not sure what’s going on over there,” he said, looking in the direction of the Honeybee. “But I’d be very careful if I were you. These are dangerous times, after all.”
With that, he sneaked his way forward to get a closer look.
Edited by HilarityEnsues on Nov 6th 2018 at 3:11:08 PM
The other one, firmly in Wanda's eye socket, rolled as she caught sight of the many, many armed men she could see from here. She twirled her finger, and the length of flesh at its end began to slowly reel back in on itself like a tape measure in slow motion, bringing her eye with it.
"This is gonna be a real drag, ain't it," she said in English to no one in particular. Not like anyone spoke it around these parts. The truck stopped, she almost fell off the box she was sitting on, and the space suit that she called tovarishch for now behind her got up and started to move.
She asked him in her own reasonable, but stilted Russian, "You all good, comrade? Play it cool," before she got off her seat, not expecting a response.
Then, in her place, a broad-shouldered man with a thick, greying beard and dressed in full officer's uniform stepped off the back end of the truck.
Officially, he was the Cosmonaut's "handler" for this mission.
Even more officially, she was secretly playing political commissar for today's meeting. Haliskander was privy, but not the two up front.
Why they wouldn't send an actual commissar was beyond her.
Wanda walked around until she could see the driver and the man in the passenger's seat, the one doing the actual negotiating here. She was just an observer. Pulling out a cigar from her mouth, she puffed on it, nothing more than a trick of her breath in the cold morning air.
"Hello. Everything good in there?" the officer asked in a rough voice, opening the door for the passenger. "Our friend's already up and about."
Museum - Viktoriya
Somebody was there to watch the goons get to work.A bomb blast - the echoing boom of a detonation at the Museum. That certainly wasn't normal.
Well, actually, it was. This place was kind of a warzone.
Minding her own business while heading down a street, a certain courier couldn't help but notice that, well, somebody was blowing up the museum. And she did happen to have a few minutes to spare. Not wasting much time, she ducked down an alleyway, scampered up to the top of the closest building, and then hopped her way on over to the museum room, careful not to slip on the debris.
She was in the business of moving goods that might be a little too hot to handle for most people, or that you couldn't just drop off in your mailbox - even if the Americans hadn't been occupying the post office for what seemed like decades. Still, less competition was good for her, and it seemed like there was going to be a significant quantity of new merchandise hitting the streets soon. It wasn't the worst idea in the world to try getting the inside scoop on who might be needing Logistics next.
Carefully positioning herself against the roof to minimize her profile, she took a look through the newly-installed skylight the robbers had just created, and peeked down to get a gander at just what in the hell was going on.
And what was with the metal fetish? If these guys just wanted steel, there was plenty of debris scattered all over town for them to collect. She highly doubted anyone broke into a museum just to melt down the priceless candlesticks for scrap, but why would they focus on that when there was a whole museum's worth of things to steal?
AKA Nixer
Yves had almost immediately ducked down again at the swift arrival of the newcomers—nearly curved right into himself as he snuck about and gathered as much food and items from the crates as he could carry at once. After a brief moment of hesitance as he checked to see if the smokescreen was still in the process of clearing, he reached out for a particular crate buried in the stack—delicately placing his trembling fingers upon its surface.
There was a high-pitched whine as it began to vibrate intensely—prominent cracks appearing on its surface—before the thing simply shattered like glass, shards of the crate and its contents spilling out onto the ground with an audible clinking sound. Naturally, due to it being nearer the bottom of a pile this cacophony was also joined by the din of tumbling crates.
Yves didn't waste any more time. He tossed a few items towards the owner of the restaurant and his son, kicked another crate towards them (by all of six inches and stubbing his toe in the process), and quite simply rushed away as fast as his long legs could carry him. If he could find a safe place to hole out in for a little while, he'd be able to shatter himself out of there completely.
Edited by Enirboreh on Nov 6th 2018 at 11:55:38 AM
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Across the street from the Gilded Honeybee
"Grenade!" Out of the dozen soldiers that hit the deck when the grenade rolled in, eight stood back up. Retaliation towards Ariel came from inside the smokebomb she tossed at the crates. A steel ladle smashed straight into her face with astounding speed and power, and out of the smoke the Honeybee's owner emerged, spitting mad. "How DARE YOU!?" He roared. The son was mostly concerned with getting the fuck outta dodge and started yanking back on the pallet jack, towards the restaurant.
Meanwhile, outside the smoke, the US soldiers ducked for cover inside the building they were walking by, some sort of bakery; through the door or smashing straight through the windows, four of them posted up in the door or front entrance while four went upstairs to find elevated cover. With a few hand signs they started to engage, letting off bursts of gunfire into the smoke.
Edited by Taco on Nov 6th 2018 at 5:33:25 AM
The Tiny Ember
Outside the Gilded Honey Bee
Just barely dodging the ladel by the scruff of her nose, Ariel furrowed her brows a bit before addressing the upset man.
"Look pops," she produced a bullet from thin air before popping it into one of her Beretta 92FS, saving it for later, "I did you a favor... Now get down, would you?!" she barked as the fire from afar began to become an issue.
"I'm just here to get my breakfast, lunch, and dinner. You just so happened to be here when a crazy bitch made their way over here, M'kay?"
"Now then," Ariel gave a petty half-hearted salute with two fingers towards the owner, "I'll be seeing ya... Later!"
With that, Ariel broke out of cover from the supply crate and made her way down an alleyway to make her getaway.
Edited by Toukas on Nov 6th 2018 at 5:27:14 AM
"Believe in the me that believes in you!"
Atarah City Museum, Merabian Artifacts & History Exhibits
Vitoriya's spying went unnoticed as the six men systematically cleaned out the museum of metallic artifacts. The white masked men (decorated with only a single, lone eye) then proceeded back to the newly widened entrance, checking their surroundings to see if they were free of military activity. Seemingly in the clear, one man placed a poster of a crudely drawn symbol
on a still standing wall before moving towards the east, doing their best to stick to alleyways and away from sight despite their showy entrance. The other five each took their own routes, but trending towards that same direction.
Merabium Mines, West of Atarah
"Nothing to concern yourself with," spoke the negotiator as he stepped out of the vehicle. "Just extra hands to help us carry our luggage."
Abraham watched with bafflement at the cosmonaut that had come to the negotiation, carrying a large crate like it were a mere toy. Some Soviet experiment, perhaps? At the very least, the spaceman was not a typical Russian soldier and its show of strength was impressive. The other Soviet soldiers used hand trucks to load up the remaining supplies and Abraham signaled to his men to bring the ore.
Abraham stood at 6 feet even with a wide, muscular frame as tough as the metal he mined. However, despite being covered in the same gravel and grime as his fellow mine workers, and his clothes worn ragged from a lifetime spent underground, he had no cuts, no bruises, no visible scars or stitches to speak of. The other miners, on the other hand, had the injuries to match their clothes, little nicks or scrapes here and there... bandages wrapped around more serious injuries kept hidden.
Atarah City Museum, Merabian Artifacts & History Exhibits
Viktoriya took mental note of the odd symbol on the poster.She'd need to keep an eye out for that later, in case they ever popped up again. She could always try to wring some extra payment out of the whole thing if they wound up needing to hire someone to deliver them, maybe play up the 'hot goods' angle.
Of course, none of that would matter if these were just some particularly strange farriers having a dispute with their usual suppliers of metal.
They started heading eastward through the alleyways, making her curious about just where they could be heading. The USSR wasn't stationed all that far to the east, though a little ways south. This was the heart of the commercial district, so that path would take them through just about every 'real' business in town. It was also possible, of course, that they just lived in that direction.
Sticking to the tops of buildings, she carefully followed from above, trying to keep track of multiple at a time if possible, but otherwise sticking with the vandal who placed the poster if not.
The fact that he was apparently only here to move cargo in their eyes was off-putting to Wanda. They kept them in the dark just as much as they did her, it seems...
With this transaction going along smoothly for now, the commissar walked over to Abraham (though still a very healthy distance away, these miners looked like they valued personal space) and gave him a nod. "Hey. Beautiful morning, isn't it? As beautiful as it ever gets here."
Western Atarah, the Merabium Deal
Ray hated this part of his job. Couldn't let anyone think he was a real person, after all! Had to hike naked towards the AO! It was cold, man, and even the thick fur he had when he was a giant werewolf wouldn't protect him all the way. It'd be worth it to disrupt these goddamn commies though, that's what Ray told himself. Workers were getting too uppity, had to get taught their place.
He crept through the forest a little further, padding on transformed wolf feet and not super well-hidden thanks to darkly colored fur in the middle of the day. This was the part he really didn't like: Ray threw his wolfish head back and belted out a piercing howl, then dropped into a real lurching lope and tore through the woods like a truck. He was now about a hundred yards from the Cosmonaut hauling the materiel, and closing fast.
Fwomph
The Merabium Deal
With the crate hoisted over his shoulder, the Cosmonaut wandered over to the barricade and set it down before looking at the arriving ore. His mind drifted to the metal, if in its inactive state it could make such feats as the space program function, what wonders could it create now it was actively handing out superhuman abilities...
He stopped himself and glanced in the direction of the howl. Wolves. No...
"Ambush!"
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.
King of Anime
The streets near the Gilded Honeybee
Yael cast a gentle smile at the other man. "No worries, I wasn't paying too much attention myself." He rubbed the back of his head as he looked Klaus up and down. "Should you be out here yourself? You seem a bit sick."
The sound of a high pitched whine followed by glass shattering caught him off guard before he could ask the other man about his choice in clothing. That was worrying, as were the sounds of gunfire that followed.
"I'm going to try and check on the situation. You seem like you can handle yourself so...cover me?"
Edited by Chariot on Nov 9th 2018 at 7:02:26 AM
The Streets near the Guilded Honeybee
Sickly? Klaus was in relatively good health, although his weirdly pale skin probably didn’t give that impression.
“No need to worry about me or my health,” he said, trying to reassure Yael. “I’m fine. The Soviets and Americans have made many of us afraid to leave our homes, but I feel I cannot stay locked up inside some walls. Not when there are people who no longer have homes or families to return to.”
The sounds of gunfire put him on high alert. This guy seemed pretty innocent to the sights of war if he had to guess, but Klaus was probably going to have to kill some Americans regardless if they spilled the blood of a countryman.
“Certainly. I’ll be sure to stay close by and watch out for danger.”
With that, he waited for Yael to move and followed him, covering his blind spots.
Edited by HilarityEnsues on Nov 10th 2018 at 3:08:15 PM
The commissar snapped his head to the sound of the wolf howling in the distance. This was good, because that wolf was very soon going to not be distant at all, and it was the kind of wolf that was not a wolf at all but some kind of giant hellbeast.
The kind that Wanda was doubly unwilling to deal with.
Letting out a firm, salty "Ah, shit" in plain English, the commissar retrieved a pistol from...somewhere. If anyone was looking at him instead of the wolfman, which they shouldn't be, it looked as if it just popped out of his side. The Tokarev had a slight gleam in the sunlight, as if wet with...something.
With all formalities out of the way, once the danger was close enough Wanda started to wildly fire at it.
The Flamebringer
Outside the Gilded Honeybee
That was unpleasant, especially given that the American troops were now firing all over the supply drop - which would almost certainly result in someone getting hurt, worse, or the supplies being damaged. She really didn't want to have to kill them, that would put the locals in danger more than it would solve anything. Ice was, unfortunately, not terribly good at deflecting bullets, and she had no idea where the person who threw the grenade ran off to.She settled into a nook in a building, forming three spikes of ice in midair. The building would - hopefully - give some cover, and if anyone got hurt, well, then she'd kill every one of the American soldiers.
She was good at that. Not so much at healing, unfortunately.
All are significantly abnormal in a normal world... All are significantly normal in an abnormal world.
Gilded Honeybee Gunfight
Out of the corner of their eye, a soldier saw the figure of a woman with a backpack and a long barrel rifle coming out of the smokescreen and dashing to the nearest alleyway, opening fire and just barely missing her as she turned the corner. "You two, with me! Be alert for grenades; don't give her a chance to use that rifle!"
The small squad of three pursued behind Ariel, occasionally spraying gunfire at her as they followed, keeping pace with the woman who killed a third of their men. Meanwhile, the five remaining soldiers moved in to secure the remaining supplies... before a giant fist of lightning crashed down from the sky in front of them, scattering the men as it dispersed out, clearing the smoke.
"IGNOBLE AND IGNORANT COGS OF THE NEO-IMPERIALIST MILITARY INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX!!!" A lightning flash here... "YOU SWEPT OUR CROWNING ATARAH IN A MAELSTROM OF INFERNOES, SEVERED OUR PLEAS AND COMMUNIQUE WITH THE WORLD THAT SURROUNDS US AS IS OUR RIGHT..." An electric spear hurled there... "AND NOW YOU WOULD DEPRIVE US OF THE VERY NECESSITIES OF LIFE ITSELF?!!! I SAY NAY, NAUGHT, NEVER SHALL WE YIELD TO OUR FOES, SOON TO BE REDUCED TO ELECTRICAL ASH!!!"
A loud clap of thunder roared right in front of the spindly intruder as with a flick of his wand he called forth a wondrous orb of floating lightning - before it split into two large sizzling yellow fists. "MAY THE RHAPSODIES OF OUR ANGER MAKE A SYMPHONY OF YOUR SCREAMS!!!"
Aways from the Museum and to the East
One by one the men started to slip out of Viktoriya's field of view, until only one remained - the poster boy who kept stopping and going on his route back to whatever hideout he planned to visit in order to slap more eye posters up in alleyways, walls, abandoned buildings, whatever.
Edited by Starbound2 on Nov 11th 2018 at 8:47:08 AM
The Flamebringer
Outside the Gilded Honeybee
Great. Hilde thought. This asshole. Of course, that meant things just got a lot more complicated. Namely, there was now going to be yet more shooting in the vicinity and she couldn't trail them to get at whoever actually started this. Equally unfortunately, that asshole had shot any plan of not restarting a firefight over the supplies to merry hell. Though in fairness, she would've done it if he hadn't. The Americans would not get those supplies. Hopefully anyone who could be considered a noncombatant was smart enough to keep their head down after the initial gunfire.Which meant that all that was left was to ensure the firefight resolved not in the American's favor.
To that end, she flung a trio of icicles into one of the soldiers' backs - two aimed at the chest, and one aimed at the back of the neck, and pulled out her pistol to fire at another.
All are significantly abnormal in a normal world... All are significantly normal in an abnormal world.
The Merabium Deal
God damn, this was going to hurt, but it was absolutely going to be worth it. Ray took the bullets straight to the chest, rolled with the impact, yelped, and ate shit. He rolled to a stop at the foot of the truck, and held still, playing possum for now. It was dangerous, but highly rewarding if he could jump someone.
Outside the Gilded Honeybee
"Fuck it!" The owner, the old man, didn't bother with that debate bullshit and just helped his son start dragging the box into their restaurant, using it as cover from the gunfire. The smoke cleared soon after to find two more soldiers down and the seven remaining soldiers split three on the ground floor and four up above. One sighted on Ariel and opened fire with quick, sharp bursts of AR fire, while the rest decided to take out their anger on everyone else still standing in the street. The fact that the Gilded Honeybee was directly in the background wasn't an issue for them.
"Aha! I've got that thing now," he called to his comrades, before doing the sensible takedown tactic of circling around the van and getting close enough to the beast to both shoot it and kick it to death.
Atarah
◊, Capital City of Merab
◊
Thursday November 1st, 1973
10:30 AM
The long night of Hallow's Eve passed over Atarah uneventfully, a quiet blessing to the din of gunfire and grenades. Civilians and soldiers alike haven't experienced a peace like this for nearly ten weeks, not since the beginning of the occupation by US and USSR forces at the revelation of Merabium's true potential. It was a welcome peace to all, for it finally gave the people in this hollowed out city a chance for sleep - however tainted by the nightmares of war they may be.
Alas, all things come to an end, and the sun rose over Atarah to beckon an unwelcome dawn.
The Streets Around the Gilded Honeybee Restaurant
Several crates of food had been airdropped that early morning right in the center of Atarah, its supplier unmarked due to a bureaucratic oversight. Nonetheless it was a welcome boon for the owners of the Honeybee Restaurant, for whom supplies were scarce. It was only made worse because of their location in contested grounds; they couldn't easily receive supplies from one side without retaliation from the other. However, the Honeybee belonged to just a family of four, and they would need help bringing in and storing the crates, and be easy targets for those who would use the supplies for leverage.
The Gilded Honeybee's owner was a thickly built old man with scraggly white hair and darker skin; he and his son worked a pallet jack under the crate out in front, skinnier but otherwise the spitting image of his dad. They anxiously stared across the street. A patrol of a dozen US troops stared at them. One was talking into his radio. All he knew of their English was the word “supplies.” It was only going to escalate from here.
Merabium Mines, West of Atarah
Even after the bombs dropped, pro-union workers kept a strong hold on the Westernmost Merabium minehead. They'd taken to using it as their base of operations while bartering the precious Merabium they chiseled from the earth. Abraham Barath, union organizer and leader of the miners, waited anxiously at the shaft's entrance for the Soviets to send their representative with supplies for trade. He was well aware of how close their base of operations was to the Americans' own operations, and even with the enhancements Merabium had gifted them, they would need weaponry to hold their supply line. Abraham himself was the regenerative worker who sparked international interest; he was a target for Americans and Soviets alike.
The meetup was to take place right at the edge of the unions' territory. A pile of mechanical scrap and rubble served as a potent barricade a quarter mile down the arboreal mountain road leading up to the mineshaft and Abraham sat behind it; twenty of the union workers, armed with an assortment of pipe guns, tools, and clubs, stood watch at the top of the barricade. The road was a straight shot a mile down before it turned, and he could just now see the tan army truck coming around the bend.
Atarah City Museum, Merabian Artifacts & History Exhibits
In spite of the bombings, Atarah's city museum remained remarkably intact, as did its displays, fragmented glass aside. Due to the swiftness of the occupation, most in the city were less concerned with lining their pockets with the artifacts in the unguarded museum and more concerned with food, water, and essential survival.
That is, until today. Six men in white suits broke open the front door in broad daylight, as though inviting people to notice them before slipping in. The museum was home to many an item, but rumors abound that the some of the objects outlining Merab's colored history might perhaps have elements of Merabium as well...
A single bomb had hit the museum; the roof near the entrance was blasted in, and the six men had to get their suits smudged picking through the rubble before they went to work. The place was a little humble, with a single central hall leading to the exhibits on either side and a staircase at the end that looped back around to more exhibit halls on the second story. Balconies on the second floor's galleries allowed guests to check out the ground floor exhibits while they were looking at the wall art on their own floor. Nobody was there to watch the goons get to work though; one to each gallery for now, they started stuffing anything that even looked metal into sacks they carried with them. An old cavalry saber, a figurine of an ox, it was all going in the bags.
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Edited by Starbound2 on Nov 6th 2018 at 6:38:37 AM