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Millicent cautiously took a seat, giving a man a cautious look over before, trying to wrap her head around the obvious conclusion she was grasping for. “Holy shit you are the hotdog guy.” She looked over at Kenneth with a brief look of bemusement before returning her attention today to JR. The...

“The Hot Dog Guy?” Millicent contemplated the fact that the hey had been saved by their preferred brand of campfire wieners, glancing back over her shoulder to the refrigerator visible down the hall suspiciously. “Copy that JR, Baker Street coming in for landing.” The limping transport ship...

Curiously, Vulyn tried to test the manipulators on her damaged arm, sparking sadly at her attempts. “Not yet, I suppose.” She began to check through her own settings, shooting Eris a nod as she tried to plan repairs.

Vulyn nodded along in her cockpit, thinking over the proposal. Sure, the idea of just being a scavenger helping them out was interesting enough, but there was something about that negative energy that just... made her want to know more about it. And if it’s as bad as they were letting on? It...

As the Ruina disappeared, Indigo couldn’t help but sigh in relief... Until her beam blasted into the hull of the ship that was about to ram the it. She tried to cut off the beam before too much damage was done, hopefully it wasn’t too bad. But as she was thinking to herself, she could be seen...

The wind whipped through her hair as Magda drove off, genuinely surprised that he didn't try to stop him any farther. It was a welcome relief as she bounced down the road. There was something about that asshole, some kind of pressure... She wasn't done with him. Hell, she wasn't ready to be down...

Magda tossed the case into the passenger side of the Jeep, glancing back at Pierce. “Sure, they’ll fall. But there’s still Terra Sentinel. Will they pay for what they’ve done as well?” She threw her can at him, hopping into the Jeep and immediately flooring it. “I’ll see them both burn!”

“HOLY SHIT WERE YOU PLANNING ON BLOWING UP THE BUILDING?” Magda was sprinting down the stairwell as fast as she could hobbling. “The Directory stole this from the colonies, if they want it they can pay for it! This represents The livelyhoods of those the Directory has under its thumb, and they...

Oh, he would have had her if he had been any faster, but as he pulled that gun on her, she was already being dragged by an electric pallet jack, crashing through the legs of the tall shelves, sending them crashing down on Pierce and the prone guards. They would definitely be stuck, but the pilot...

"Let's say that I have some friends everywhere, and they're hoping to get this back." She took a step back, dragging her sword across her side and then quickly resheathing it. "I've got to say, if I was smarter, I'd have a more through plan for this." Magda grinned, winking at the soldier before...

“Well then, why don’t... Wait. Okay, this is going to sound stupid but do we know we aren’t working for the same people?” Magda took a step back, lowering her blade and sheath slightly. “I mean this wouldn’t be the first time.”

“Oh, you really aren’t supposed to be here, huh.” With a click, she twisted the handle on her cane, disengaging the two halves as she held her blade up to him. “Don’t you just hate when your boss tells two people to do the same job?” She glared at him, thoroughly pissed at this point. “This is...

Magda was able to glimpse just enough from the clipboard to understand where she was going. Something of that size would only really fit in a large inspection room, and by playing the doting aid, learned from the workers where the latest shipment was. It was a slow elevator ride up to the...

"Oh, alright sir." She nods, giving him a polite nod and a quick salute. She readjusts herself on her cane, walking back to the warehouse. "I've got to make sure we've got enough grub to keep you going, so next time you want some fresh fruits, just give me a call~" And with that, she walks off...

She shifts her weight and her cane to switch hands, giving the pad a quick glance and smirking a bit. "Oh, you're here for the special deliveries, hmm? Vell now that's exciting." Oh damn, he's here to collect it. Probably going to bring it up to that damn Air Christmas... "Probably why they...

"Oh, Ensign Magda Marx, assigned here after I blew out my leg. Unfortunate incident with a PT Carrier." She sighed, limping alongside him. There's something up with this guy, and there had to be something she could do to use it to her advantage. "And hey, nothing more important than guys to do...

Magda was absolutely caught off guard by the man bumping into him, purposely stumbling with her cane to try and elicit a bit of sympathy. "Oh, yeah! All good sir!" She got a few looks from passing personnel, waving them off with a friendly smile. "Oh it's all good~" She continued down through...

It was a quiet night at the small Directory supply base, to the north of Lisburn. Humid, storming, it was a hell of night to be stationed outside, those poor chaps. Checking every car that entered or left, they left most of the work up to the scanners, each badge getting a pleasant beep to...

Vulyn could only watch the figure dispatch their foes with ease, trying to not think of a way to rub it into Eris’ face that she got her desired results. Although if she did, it was probably best to wait until they weren’t stabbed to death. She decided to simply land the Raubitier a bit off to...

Zest was going down fast now, gravity taking hold as they tried to figure out what next. The faceplate on covered in soot as they crossed their arms. They had a clear sky above them, those... Ships in distance were out of range of her, this bastard was hovering above her, within range. This...