The Harbinger of Fate (Shane, Open)

[ShadowVigilante1]

September 7th OE 102
Nepal, The Himalayas
10:24 a.m

Somewhere near the lower peaks of the deadly mountain range, a lone red Personal Trooper flew over head scanning for its objective. Which the mission briefing said… what did it say again? The pilot slowly moved to pick up the journal sitting in his overhead compartment, he slowly picked through each page as the Wurger flew on auto pilot. “Where was it? Which page… oh right. The end page of this 3rd journal.” He flipped through the pages so quickly he was as if they were a stack of cards being shuffled by a poker dealer. Each page seemingly filled with scribbles and notes, all describing certain events and jobs, some seemingly even mundane things such as ‘I took ibuprofen last night before bed.’ It was like someone trying to record history, both succeeding at said job and at the same time being quite miserable for the fact he had to log everything himself everyday. His memory wasn’t getting any better.

Finally, the last page. And it seemed empty, of course it was. Half this book wasn’t filled either, that was journal 4 which was filled to the brim. And this was journal 6. With a relaxed sigh, the pilot called out to his coworker to find out what exactly they were doing again. “Hey uhh, I hate to bother you but what was our objective again? Was it like, finding some vehicle? Finding a person? Finding a base?”

 

[GrimmShane]

And along the personal trooper and its amnesiac pilot, came a Special Unit whose pilot was unable to forget; the Arm Arcus Finis' gray silhouette visibly sepparating into shadows - with them returning shortly after - every few seconds. It almost seemed like a routine check of their surroundings, the question being posed carefully being given answer by the oddly mild-mannered pilot of the sharp unit

"Our Assigned task is to locate Directory remnants at a local mine; please... note it down, radar is not catching anything just yet"

Seele's voice came through almost quiet, slow and mild-mannered as if she had been lacking sleep, and yet her piloting skills didn't seem to ever falter at all; the Arcus having remained on course to the inhumanly accurate degree she was mildly renowned for as a Mercenary. Inside the cockpit itself though, her expression was a bit softer yet: eyelids halfway closing as the shadows came and went like physical radar pulses, a metallic toothpick of sorts hanging from her mouth - quietly rolling over her lips from left to right, giving nothing but a light crackle every few shifts.

"Hands on the controls, however; we're getting closer, it'd be most disastrous for either of us to get hit without seeing the attacker"

 

[ShadowVigilante1]

With a look of realization on his face, Arkann nodded and jotted down their objective on a blank page. Well, only thing to bear with now was boredom between now and getting to their location. This was going to be a drag, even with the special Tesla Drive on the Wurger.

”Right right, my eyes are wide open. Don’t worry, I won’t miss a thing.“

He sighed as he looked at the snowy approach, he was able to just barely make out the outline of an entrance to some facility. Looks like they’d be arriving sooner than expected. Good, he needs to stretch his reflexes a bit.