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| GoldenSama | Feb 8 2014, 01:12 AM Post #121 |
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[Earth: Knight Headquarters] “Oh, Elysia.” Musashi sighed, shaking his head and smiling over to the girl. “I remember in elementary school, a girl was really mean to me every day because she secretly liked me… you keep this up and I might just assume you’re just trying to get me in bed.” “Nothing I’m not used to.” Alice replied, shaking her head. Mustang appeared between the two of them. “If you two have issues to work out, do it later. The media is watching and so are the aristocrats. Today is NOT a day for mistakes.” [Mars: Tifa’s Bar] Sama sighed, but kept the gun aimed at the cop who was still conscious. “You know, you idiots could have avoided a lot of damn trouble if you just did your jobs without being such sh-theads.” Asuka shook her head and quickly secured the weapons from the cops, tossing them behind the bar. “Relax, Tifa. We’ll get the bar fixed up, but right now we have bigger problems to worry about.” |
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| The Vidit of Light | Feb 8 2014, 01:46 AM Post #122 |
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Knight Headquarters, Earth “If you two have issues to work out, do it later. The media is watching and so are the aristocrats. Today is NOT a day for mistakes.” "Yes sir." Didymus said, and shot one last apologetic look at Alice. She had seemed to enjoy conversing with him at the ball last night...to embitter her would make him disappointed. Of course, there were other aristocrat girls that were on his mind too... "Alright, people, let's go!" he said to his squad. "You guys heard the Knight Commander-the eyes of the Empire are upon us here. So stop talking like that." He moved into the shuttle. "When everyone's seated, we'll be on our way to the Galahad." Tifa's Bar, Mars Tifa paused, reflecting on Spork's suggestion. "I like that idea, but...we can't guarentee that they'll forget what happened here no matter how much we stuff in them. And if we make it too much, it may look too much like a setup. Still..." "That's right, give us all the booze ya got!" the still conscious cop yelled. Tifa sighed, then got out some bandages, walking over to the unconscious cop and beginning to treat his wound. She wasn't going to let him just bleed to death, not when the fighting was over and this wasn't a battle anymore... She nodded at Asuka. "You're both right, we have bigger problems than cleanup, and the cops will definately have questions..." she said. "...so let's have a vote. Take prisoners, or try to make them forget then dump them in public?" The conscious cop spit at Sama. "You rebs don't know what's good for ya. We work day and night to keep ya safe from 'brids and chaos, and when we ask for a little somethin' back you get uppity on us. Just a bunch a little pukes playing with guns." he spat again. |
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| GoldenSama | Feb 8 2014, 01:53 AM Post #123 |
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[Earth: Knight’s Headquarters] Musashi sighed, adjusted his jacket and headed onto the shuttle. Alice moved to the far end of the shuttle, checking on her own team and making sure they were ready for the mission. [Mars: Tifa’s Bar] “Well these ‘little pukes playing with guns’ just kicked your supposedly well-trained asses, so how about you stay quiet?” Sama suggested with a smirk. Asuka meanwhile just sighed. She crossed her arms and leaned against the bar, thinking about Spork’s plan, and Tifa’s worries. “… Alcohol might not be enough to make them forget this, but I bet we could inject them with something that will mess them up.” Asuka shrugged her shoulders. “Let’s tie ‘em up, inject them with something stronger and drop ‘em off at the hospital with Spork’s story.” |
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| AGodofIrony | Feb 9 2014, 12:50 AM Post #124 |
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-Earth: Knight Headquarters- Elysia scowled at Musashi, determined now to show him up on the practice battle now... and possibly challenge him to a fight later, once the cameras were gone and they were back out of their mechs. She took her own seat, as did Aiden and Jimi. -Mars: Tifa's Bar- Spork scowled at the still conscious cop, moving towards him before he bent down, glaring at him. “I'm older then you, show some respect,” Spork said, “I have a lot of clout around here. I repair most of the things that break down in this area. So even if you do remember, who are they going to believe? A couple drunk, drugged out cops, or the upstanding citizen that helps fix everything and keeps stuff running?” |
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| The Vidit of Light | Feb 9 2014, 02:44 AM Post #125 |
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Knight Headquarters, Earth Disappointed about how his attempt to apologize to Alice went, Didymus took his seat in the shuttle. Still, he needed to focus, and lead his squad. The shuttle was off, when all had stepped on board, and soon they were taken up into Earth orbit. It was a sight to see, not only the planet, but the defenses and fleet around the Earth (or maybe it wasn't, planets and space are/is big), thousands of ships of various sizes, hundreds of defense platforms, the largest of which being "Gierling Fortress"-so named for one of the greatest heroes of the past two Cybrid wars, and finally, in its dock, their destination- ISS Galahad The ISS Galahad was one of the four Knight Dreadnaughts, designed to be a mobile base and battleship for the Knights. The ship was, therefore, very large. A sort of city in and of itself in a manner comparable to the sea-based carriers of older and even, in cases, perhaps, modern times. But unlike those carriers, these ships were designed to both carry and, themselves, to fight. "She's a 'beaut, ain't she?" Didymus asked. "That's our ride to the moon." The shuttle landed in one of the Galahad's hangar bays... "Well, people..." Didymus said to his squad. "...your PDAs can show you to your HERCs and the lounges we'll be using on board..." he said. "...hopefully we won't need to be assigned berthings for the night..." Tifa's bar, Mars The cop spat again. "You gits had numbers and surprise. Beaten by you lot's embarrassing...and they'll believe me. After all, who'd disagree with an officer of the law 'round here?" he grinned, aware of the multiple levels of irony in his statement/question. Then he paused. "Plenty of Martians don't quite see it your way, either...go ahead and pump me full of drugs or whatever, they'll see that I was ATTACKED by AGITATORS." he smirked, despite being in a horrible situation. Tifa shook her head, and nodded to Asuka. "Go...check." she said, trying to say "downstairs" without revealing in front of a cop that a rebel command post/base was beneath her bar, "...to see if we have anything that would work. We'll combine the plans..." she said, agreeing with Asuka. Carter Flats, Mars Carter Flats was the Emipre's stronghold-city on Mars-or at least the Police's. The center of the Police adminstration, it was where the middle-aged Ernesto Navarre, Police Chief on Mars, had made his headquarters. He was already musing to himself about the this next operation-a high risk one, certainly, one that people on BOTH sides of this little...dispute, he told himself, would disagree with. But it was necessary. Yes, it would end things, he was sure. A deep cover operation. Edited by The Vidit of Light, Feb 9 2014, 04:11 PM.
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| Knucxsonia | Feb 9 2014, 08:23 PM Post #126 |
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ISS Galahad KxS had decided to join Alice's squad. She gazed at the hugeness of the ship. Her eyes were fixed upon everything that sparkled. This part of the post is very short, almost as if the author of it has no idea what she's doing. Mars-Tifa's Seventh Heaven Strobe had paid for her drink before the cops arrived. She thought about getting up and kicking their po-po arses, but instead she scowled and drank. Now, this is a young woman who has seen nothing but bad behavior and crappy attitudes from police. She hated them with a passion. If there was a scale in which she could measure her hatred for cops, she wouldn't be able to physically manifest it because it would be too big. However, she knew that if she wanted to stay out of trouble, she had to not get into any arguments, fights, or brawls with these drunken fools. "I think we should just keep them asleep for a long, long time," she mumbled. She gulped down her strawberry-flavored drink and stared at the wall in front of her. She needed to think but it was hard to do with the smell of "bacon" steaming in the bar. |
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| The Vidit of Light | Feb 10 2014, 08:19 PM Post #127 |
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Moon Here they were. Earth's moon. THE moon. Luna. By many names, Earth's natural satillite had become itself something of a colony and part of the Fortress Earth-many military production facilities, training grounds, and even production centers were there-and it was also a base for the Imperial Navy. Finally, it was, like Earth itself, laiden with defensive strongholds and anti-orbital cannons. It was part of Earth's outer defense ring. One such training ground was the one that many knights now were located in, all secured in their HERCs. The facility they were to take was several miles north of where Mustang's units started the operation. They were to capture it intact with as little damage as possible. Caanon would be personally leading the attack from the northeast, and a third contingent would be advancing from the northwest. In Mustang's path were two main obstacles they had "detected" for the purposes of this exercise-the first was the defensive line the training drones had set up-it was due north of them, and blocked the quickest way to the facility. The second was on a raised hill, it was suspected to be a communications outpost that the drones were using to coordinate and compute in a manner similar to what the cybrids were suspected to do. Mustang had been ordered to dispose of both as he saw fit, in a manner that would bring credit to the knights-but to capture the hill base as well as aid in the capture of the main facility if possible. There would also be fixed defenses to back up the drones, but neither posed any real danger-as this was a training exercise, the enemy units were outfitted with nothing more than target "painters", and casualties were determined based in how often and to what degree a Knight's HERC was "painted". The Knights, on the other hand, were having a live fire exercise. Didymus sat in his HERC, a Knight-model Gorgon (click for image, but not necessairly Didymus' HERCs' weapon loadout or precise tech specs). He had been given/would be given his orders, and hoped and prayed he wouldn't screw them up, even though this WAS just training... His HERC was strong, like the Gorgon was designed to be. He was currently equipped with a good balance of weapons, which allowed him to engage all manner of targets (ground ones at least) with heavy firepower while shrugging off large amounts of damage himself. His speed certainly left something to be desired, as did his agility, but the Knight modifications did their best to compensate by increasing turn rate and fire control to allow him to aim at more agile targets, as well as beefing up the brute strength of the HERC. The Knights were the pride of the Imperial military. They got the best equipment. And therefore Didymus found his tactical role, at least for this mission, and probably many missions to come: heavy armor. Slow, but powerful. Lunar Lounge The moon did have a stable population, and even pleasure facilities-one such facility was currently hosting select military and aristocratic guests who had come to personally observe the Knights in their exercise. "ANNNNNNND, we're HERE at the Armstrong City's very own Lunar Lounge, with some of the finest of the Imperial aristocracy and leading Imperial military minds to cover the exercises of the Knights today! Stay tuned, and we'll be bringing you updates on how our finest perform, and what the top brass and aristocracy think of it! Here today are representatives of the Alexandros family, the Malvin family, and we even here that Rufus Shinra will be making an appearance-we'll see if we can bring you ALL of them as the day continues!" A reporter from the news nets had also been permitted. This event WAS open to the press... In one corner, two young women, a dark haired and a blonde, looked onto some of the screens displaying tactical information and positions. The blonde gagged. "Alice is out there trying to play war again..." she shook her head. "...that girl will get herself killed. The Knights are NO place for a lady of our family." she said. The dark haired one simply watched the screens calmly. "I quite agree Elie, but you know Alice believes she's doing the right thing. Military service IS what got our family into the aristocracy in the first place, Alice thinks she's keeping up the tradition." she said, and paused. "...you need to be more gentle in your approach to convince her otherwise. You know she THRIVES off adversity..." she added. |
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| AGodofIrony | Feb 12 2014, 03:37 PM Post #128 |
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-Mars: Tifa's Bar- Spork scowled again at the cop, but didn't say anything more to the cop. Whether he's a good guy or a bad guy here, he's still fairly arrogant. Hammah sighed as well. Today had been looking like it was going to be a good day, and now this. -Moooooooon!- “Ready for the mission,” Elysia reported in to Didymus. She was very calm and confident. “Ready as well...” Aiden added. She sounded a little nervous, but not overly so. “Ready here,” Jimi reported to Alice, glancing towards his map, where Kxs's HERC would be. -Lunar Lounge- A short, attractive woman with long blonde hair stared out over the scene, adjusting her glasses. Loralee Fayre, Zadkiel's wife, and Aiden's mother. A member of the aristocracy, she had made waves when she had married Zadkiel, who had been an impressive HERC pilot and soldier, but due to his unusual appearance, had always had some suspicion around him and possibly being mutated due to Cybrid manipulations. While her husband had stayed quiet, and endeavored to prove himself through his actions, Loralee was much more vocal about how people seemed to treat him or their daughter. |
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| Knucxsonia | Feb 13 2014, 02:12 AM Post #129 |
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MOON YAY "I'm ready!" KxS chimed. She was as nervous as a grape in a squaredance, but she knew she had better chances than that poor grape. Silly fruit, hanging around near feet... She shook her head quickly, trying to get her thoughts together. Focus, focus, focus! Impress the reporters and wow the aristocrats. Most of all, succeed. That's all she had to do. Lunar Lounge Shimera was gazing at the screens and the windows and the people around her. She took in a deep breath and sighed happily. It was nice to get a change of scenery! But thinking about it, with all these fellow aristocrats and reporters everywhere, she wondered if it really was a change of pace. She smiled. No, it wasn't that much of a change, but she still found it very nice to get out and have fun. |
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| GoldenSama | Feb 14 2014, 07:36 AM Post #130 |
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[Mars: Carter Flats] The door to Navarre’s office opened and in walked a dangerous man. He had extremely dark hair, pale skin and a large, tattered blue trench coat. His hands were buried in his pocket, and he had several guns and knives strapped to his body, hidden from sight. “You wanted to see me, Chief?” David Rica asked as he arrived. [Mars: Tifa’s Bar] Asuka soon returned from ‘downstairs’, carrying a large black bottle and a syringe. She sat both down on the counter and crossed her arms, leaning against the bar. “This stuff is supposed to be pretty potent. Might keep them knocked out for a while…” Suddenly, the doors opened, but instead of another patron it was Barrett. He looked tired, and was rubbing his fake-arm as he usually did in annoyance. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the bullet holes and the two restrained cops. “… Damn it, what the HELL did you guys do?” Barrett groaned. [The Moon] Mustang sat in the cockpit of his personal mech, The Inferno, and he smirked as he tugged his pristine white gloves over his hands. The gloves were his own little memento he always took into battle. “Alright everyone,” Mustang called over the com-links to the entirety of the troops under his command. Both Didymus and Alice’s squads would be able to hear him clearly. “We have two targets… the defensive drones, and their communications outpost.” Mustang sent the information they had to his squad. “Didymus, you and your team are going to take that Outpost. Destroy whatever hostiles are on sight and capture the outpost. If you cannot capture it, then destroy it.” Normally Mustang wasn’t one to delegate what he viewed as the more important task, but he had decided to lead the assault on the defensive drones himself. His HERC was built for front-line combat, and so it made more sense for him to be leading the charge. “Alice, your squad will be following me against the defensive drones. I want them taken down hard and fast. I don’t want ANY casualties on our side, from either squad. No mistakes today people.” [Lunar Lounge] “… Well now, this should be quite the show.” A young blonde man in a crisp white suit had strolled in. Beside him was a man with long red hair tied in a ponytail, wearing a black suit and no tie. “We really have to watch this snoozefest, boss?” Reno asked as he leaned against the wall. The redhead had no manners and stuck out in the atmosphere of the lounge. “Yes, we do.” Rufus Shinra replied, shaking his head. “And stand up straight.” |
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| The Vidit of Light | Feb 15 2014, 01:36 AM Post #131 |
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Carter Flats, Mars Ernesto Navarre was a middle-aged man in a stressful job, but despite this, he still retained a bit of the handsome face of his youth. He examined Rica, and shook his head. "Did the guards examine you? Tell me they did. EVERYONE must go through the process...this planet. This miserable dustball. Thinks it's special. Thinks the few here have more value than the rest of the Empire. Reject advances. Need to be taught a lesson. A lesson that only I seem to be able to teach them..." he said. ...it was known by some that Navarre's psyche may not have been the best for his position. Still, he was...efficient, at times at least, and after the governor's passing in a bombing, he was the de facto Martian governor. He finally regarded Rica again. "I have a very...very special task in mind for you." he said. "How would you like a shot at that rebel working his way around the planet? They call him "Phoenix". Harabec is the only name we know him by..." he said. Tifa's bar, Mars Tifa nodded at Asuka's suggestion, then shook her head when Barret arrived and demanded to know what had happened. "These cops were trying to take me in on charges of being a trojan horse..." she said. "...after demanding my finest booze." she said. "...I..." Tifa shook her head. "...has anyone actually SEEN a cybrid?" she asked. "...the Empire always talks about how important it is to protect us from them...and we hear reports, but...when was the last time they found a trojan horse, even?" she said, shaking her head again. "...and as you can see, there was a bit of a fight. And now my bar is ruined. Again." she added. The Moon "Choirboy copies, sir." Didymus replied to Mustang. He then addressed his own squad. "Alright, fall into formation. We'll be staggered, but spearhead. Fayre, hang around back and forth on our right flank and keep your eyes open for any contacts. I'll be in the center of our formation and at the tip of the spear. Miyamoto, hang around on our left flank. And Hawkins, behind me, slightly to the left of me. Don't wander into each other's direct ahead line of fire, so we can get all guns forward when needed, and adjust from one side or the other as needed." He paused. "All guns ahead will be the most likely threat, but be watchful of any attacks from the main enemy line left of our own objective." The point marked "Outpost" appeared on their radars/HUDs. He reviewed this plan in his head. He was trying to allow them some freedom of movement while keeping them cohesive. "DO NOT be baited into separating yourself from the squad. We have a lot of diverse HERCs here and we will win or lose AS A TEAM. Any questions? If not, move forward, stay together." he said, as points for their positions were transmitted to his squad from his own HUD. They began moving toward their objective... Lunar Lounge The reporter grinned. "And they're OFF! The operation has begun and the Knights are in position. Now begins their dance, moving in tandem to accomplish their mission with precision and skill that will overcome the machines themselves! But...who ELSE is here?" she looked around. "...wait! Hey, hey, look over there!" the camera turned to focus on another aristocrat who was there- "...is that...it is! Ladies and gentlemen at home, the young Lady Alexandros has RARELY made any appearances publicly, much less without her mother! Perhaps her appearence now means that she's attempting to step up to resolve lingering problems with her house's leadership after the lackluster speech from Lady Brahne? Perhaps she's being forced to seek a husband! Let's go find out!" she said, and rushed her camera crew as close as she could to Garnet (the aristocrats obviously had bodyguards in the area). "Lady Garnet!" she cried. "Lady Garnet! What brings YOU here today?!" she asked. Edited by The Vidit of Light, Feb 15 2014, 01:36 AM.
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| GoldenSama | Feb 15 2014, 01:57 AM Post #132 |
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[Mars: Carter Flats] Rica listened as Navarre went off on one of his rants. It was no secret that his boss was a nutter… not that Rica really minded. The crazier Navarre was, the easier time Rica would have in his long-term plan. “Putting a bullet in Harabec’s head would be an honor.” Rica said with a little bow. “I’d be happy to take care of it, sir.” [Mars: Tifa’s Bar] Barret shook his head and walked over, leaning against the bar. “Aright… well, now this isn’t good, but it’s not the end of the world. Sama, Asuka, get these two loaded up in the back of my truck. I’ll take care of them. I got a buddy of mine who works at a mental ward… I’ll have them checked in under someone else’s name.” He then turned back to Tifa. “We’ll get the bar fixed up. You’d better keep it closed for a few days. I’ll get some cash together…” [The Moon] “Understood, sir.” Musashi called over the com-link. While he was known for his flippant ways and frequent minor infractions, Musashi was all business when it came to sitting behind the controls of his HERC. The young man knew how important their job was… even if this was just a training exercise, he knew that tomorrow it could be real. […] Mustang was in command of the second squadron. He called over the com-links to Alice and KxS. “Alright, we’re moving ahead. Our job is a simple one – break the enemy’s lines and keep their fire away from the team heading to the Communications Outpost. That means we can expect heavy fire ourselves. Stick together and keep your eyes open. Move out!” [Lunar Lounge] Garnet sighed from her table, but did not show her annoyance. She was in no real mood to meet with reporters today, but she would have to grin and bear it. “Oh, good evening.” Garnet said with a polite and customary bow of her head. “I’ve come to watch the training exercise. It is an honor to see our Knights training like this.” |
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-Moon- “Understood,” Elysia said as well, getting into position. “Eyes open, looking for contacts,” Aiden reported in as well, moving her mech. Jimi got in position as well, doing one last look over his weapons and systems. -Lunar Lounge- “Hello!” A short girl with long red hair appeared by Shimera. It was Kyran Hawkins, Elysia's (fraternal) twin sister, and possibly now girlfriend to Musashi Miyamoto. “You looked kind of lonely over here, mind if I join you? My sister's taking part in these exercises, and our grandfather brought me here to see!” Kyran smiled. A old man with graying brown hair grinned, watching the units begin to move. He was retired now, but use to teach people in the military, and the reason he was an Aristocrat. He had a cane, and appeared to be leaning against it. Samuel Hawkins paused, looking towards the reporters crowd towards Garnet, then grinned a little, walking towards them, using the cane off and on as he walked. “Of course it's an honor to see the next generation fight!” Samuel said towards Garnet and the reporters himself, “Why, my own granddaughter is out there, and I bet she'll beat all of my records! Especially with the tech her father, my son, made!” -Mars: Tifa's Bar- “That is an... interesting way to deal with the problem,” Spork said to Barret, raising an eyebrow. He made a mental note of it himself. Hammah meanwhile just looked horrified. |
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| The Vidit of Light | Feb 15 2014, 02:47 AM Post #134 |
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The Moon The squad moved along, Didymus approving of how they held together... "Wait a minute, I think I'm getting something..." he said, as they approached the hill their own objective was positioned on... "...enemy contact." he said. "Don't hit each other, keep formation for now, fire at will!" he called. Some drones were advancing down the hill towards them-they were light, fast. Didymus didn't even think they posed much threat to his own HERC. Maybe some of the lighter ones... "Fayre, shift back and prevent them from flanking Hawkins. Miyamoto, shift in, I'm shifting left, give Hawkins a good shot at them while they're still off, and the two of us take the brunt of their attack..." he said. The drones advanced toward them, firing their target "painters"...Didymus would open fire as soon as they came into range, but Elysia had the longer range weapon... Carter Flats, Mars Navarre nodded. "Good, good. Now tell me...how far are you willing to go to do it? Rebel leaders are CAREFUL..." he said. "...almost as careful as me. Always looking over their shoulder." he said. "Only a TRUSTED aid could get near enough to strike the blow himself. It would be the only way to make sure." He paused. "What I want is a deep cover operation. You will BE a rebel, for all intents and purposes. You will kill your brothers in the police. You will wage war against the Empire we're sworn to protect. You will fight against everything we stand for...and then, when they finally trust you...when they least expect it...you will cut off the rebellion's head and restore peace to this planet." He paused again. "...search yourself. Are you prepared to do this? It...will cost you a piece of yourself. But it will cost NOTHING compared to EVERYTHING you'll save." he said. Tifa's bar, Mars Tifa nodded, grimly. The plan was as humane as they could afford to be. She really didn't like having to do things like this...but she'd watched corrupt cops bleed their town dry, and...she wouldn't stand for it. ...still, it was hard enough to turn a profit in her bar WITHOUT it also being a secret rebel hideout. Lunar Lounge The reporter paused. This wasn't particularly sensational, but maybe it didn't need to be. It was good Imperial citizenship...but she could tell, Garnet was just saying the bare minimum not to look bad on camera...but Samuel was being supportive. "So, you've got a favorite out there, hmm?" the reporter pressed. "Your granddaughter?" she asked. "Care to tell us where she is on the map there?" she asked, indicating the display showing the various Knights and their positions. "And what about you, Lady Garnet?" she asked, grinning a bit. "You have a personal favorite out here? Surely there's many a Knight that would LOVE to have your favor this day..." she pressed. |
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| Knucxsonia | Feb 15 2014, 06:19 AM Post #135 |
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Moon KxS was in position and ready to go! Her nervousness was replaced by excitement as the "battle" had begun. She awaited orders. Lunar Lounge "Hm?" Shimera heard a voice next to her and she turned to face Kyran. She smiled brightly. "Oh, hello! I'm not really lonely, but I don't mind some company!" she chimed. "My name is Shimera. What's yours?" Mars-Tifa's Seventh Heaven Strobe made a long and loud sigh. "Welp," she groaned, drink in hand. She pushed herself off of the bar stool, her combat boots making a "CLU-CLUNK" when she landed. She brushed some grime off of her skirt and took a drink, then set it on the counter. She was not very happy. She was hardly ever happy but now she was just bothered. So bothered, in fact, that she couldn't get herself to say any more than what she had already said. She just glared at the cops on the floor. |
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