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| Topic Started: Jun 26 2009, 08:33 PM (643 Views) | |
| Jusuchin Panjirinanu | Jun 26 2009, 08:33 PM Post #1 |
"Less of a sniper, more of a grunt with a railgun."
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The sun was slowly rising above the horizon, bathing the Islands of Orb in radiant gold. The Mass Driver stood, proudly, its long graceful curve up to the heavens mirrored by a hazy shadow. Out near the edge of Orb's territorial waters, a convoy of three ships waited. Two Transports and a single Warship, they may have the golden S.M.S. logo, but they also had a flag that was distinctly different. It flew the banner of the Arks Family, the second major benefactor to S.M.S. and majority stockholder to both S.M.S. and its more peaceful sister transportation company. The captain on the warship sat in his chair, nursing his cup of coffee. He liked his job, and he may be old, but he knew his trade. Former Federation captain, he survived the war and settled down in Orb, fought against his old buddies in the Fed's subjugation of Orb, and he came out of that with a job with S.M.S. Now, as he stared at one of the view screens, he still remembers the shame he felt when he picked up this person. It may now be privately owned, but he remembered when golden suits like the one sitting on the rear helipad had gone and defended his country. He sighed once more and got up, leaving the air-conditioned bridge and superstructure to go out and look at the mobile suit, making sure he was properly relieved of command first. |
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| Sakurazaki | Jun 26 2009, 09:48 PM Post #2 |
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Rae Arks to say the least was content for now. After positioning her golden mecha comfortably on the deck, the young woman had clambered out of her pilot seat and now stood in front of it with a datapad in hand. As a member of the Arks family, she had a responsibility to ensure that the shipments were delivered correctly. Her fingers trailed over the datalist, as her green eyes continued to scan line after line. It seemed that she was satisfied, as a small smile crept on her face. "Well, everything seems to be going rather smoothly...." She said this more to herself than anything. The approaching footsteps made her whirl around. "So young mistress Arks right?" The captain who seemed to be quite mellow at the moment addressed her in this way, holding out his hand in greeting. "Ah...well...there is no need to address me so formally, sir." Taking his offered hand in her own gloved one and shaking it firmly. "I'd like to thank you for your kind hospitality thus far." The old man chuckled. "Aha, well don't thank me yet." Rae wiped a hand over her forehead. It was quite hot today, and after piloting the Akatsuki to survey the area, she was quite bushed. Absentmindedly she fingered the ring that she wore around her neck under the cloth of the black tank top that she wore. It was a smooth silver circlet with the Arks crest emblazoned in the center. The captain stood for a while admiring the Akatsuki's golden sheen. "It's a fine fighting machine you have here. I remember hearing that Cagalli Yula Atha had piloted this once." "Mu La Flaga also piloted this mecha as well. I am proud to continue piloting the ORB-01." They stood staring at each other for a while, until the grizzled captain broke out laughing. "Ah, I like a lady who isn't afraid to speak her mind. No wonder the Arks crest is of a fearsome dragon and wolf, you would be a force to be reckoned with I bet. Well best of luck to you in the future." He tipped his hat to her and headed off to inspect other areas. Once she lost sight of his white uniform, Rae sat atop a low cargo box, with a glass of ice cold water in hand, and a towel around her neck. It was nice to be away from the drudgery of politics and the like, and actually live a life of some degree of normality. |
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| The Chief of Braves | Jul 8 2009, 02:59 AM Post #3 |
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“Standby ready, hull anomaly check: clear!” “Personnel check: clear!” “Macross Quarter has passed the atmospheric line, we are now in Earth’s stratosphere and now descending at projected speed.” Monica reported from her console, strapped into her seat still after the arduous and dangerous atmospheric re-entry. “Captain, the re-entry was a success.” Wilder nodded a confirmation, keeping his eyes on the wide open blue sky beyond the view screen. It has been so long since he was up here again, soaring high amongst the clouds. Nevermind the fact that he’s now a full fledged ship captain instead of a pilot. “It’s not over yet, get the scanners up and search for the IR beacons the ground team should have set up for our arrival. Once we got a lock, bring us down to the designated LZ.” “Yes, sir.” The bridge crew replied in unison before returning to their post. It’s going to be busy yet still for them. |
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| Jusuchin Panjirinanu | Jul 9 2009, 01:06 AM Post #4 |
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"Less of a sniper, more of a grunt with a railgun."
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The landing spot was actually near the ships. A set or buoys were kept in place, forming a 1 mile long, half mile wide landing strip. The data from the warship gave it an all green, as well as Orb's space terminal. All that was left was landing the ship. |
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| The Chief of Braves | Jul 13 2009, 12:33 AM Post #5 |
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*lens flare*
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“Landing point detected, IR beacon and landing codes are all clear.” Ram reported finally, with a confirming nod from Monica who just got the landing zone on her sensors as well. “Sir, we’re clear for landing.” Wilder nodded an affirmative, and raised his right hand forward towards the sky and landing zone beyond. “Bobby, bring us is gently. To all personnel, we are going to land now so strap yourselves in and pray it’ll be smooth.” Bobby was more than eager to the challenge of landing the Macross Quarter in the wide open seas. He shifted the power down slowly to reduce their altitudes, while turning the ship to align with the landing zone. Bit by bit, meter by meter, the giant carrier descended towards the sea with a gentle hum of it’s lightly powered thrusters and anti-gravity generator. “Watch those ships, it wouldn’t do to crash into friendlies.” Wilder added unnecessarily. And with a massive splash that kicked up an equally massive rippling wave, the carrier hit the water without much of a fuss. There was a general sigh of relief by the bridge crew at the success, and every where else on the ship, the crew cheered in unison at the safe landing: Macross Quarter has completed all of its performance test. “Good job everyone, good job.” Wilder congratulated to the bridge crew and everyone else on board through the ship’s intercom. “Now we prepare to receive our comrades who are waiting for us. Everyone, back to your stations.” Everyone did as they were told. On the port side of the carrier section of Quarter, a massive door opens up to allow the sea borne ships to sail in one at a time only for whatever purpose they are here: crew replenishment, resupply, equipments transfer, and of course the boarding of a VIP, which the Orb backed SMS fleet has one on board right now. “This is Captain Wilder of the SMS Macross Quarter.” He announced to the floating ships over the radio. “We have arrived.” “I forgot how beautiful Earth’s sea was.” Said a melancholic voice from his side. A quick glance showed that it was Chlole Klein, the Earth born Zentraedi owner of SMS. “It’s good to be back.” “Yes it is.” Wilder agreed. “Don’t you have a guest to receive ma’am?” Wilder then asked pointedly. “Hush, Captain.” Chlole chided with a smile. “You’re not my father to worry about how I do my job.” “Just reminding ma’am.” Wilder replied, adjusting his cap. “Oh well, let’s go then. I’m sure she’s ecstatic to know of the ship’s performance result.” |
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| Jusuchin Panjirinanu | Jul 14 2009, 07:04 PM Post #6 |
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"Less of a sniper, more of a grunt with a railgun."
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The two transports would start angling up to dock with the Quarter, the Warship on the other hand, would anchor itself a short distance away from the flight deck. The ones on the warship would tell Ms. Arks that she had clearance to hop over onto the Quarter, as technicians got read, unhooking the golden mobile suit from the ship. --- Katerine was on the deck, with her Messiah. Now that they were in athmosphere, they were going to bring up some of the VFs on deck to facilitate faster launching. Right now, she was going over with techs over her last performance test and recent combat. It seemed appropriate that she was was in overalls with nothing but a slim t-shirt on, the overalls hanging loosely from her hips since she didn't bother wearing the whole thing. She had to smack some of the techs from staring at her though. "THE DATAPAD IS ON MY HAND NOT MY CHEST YOU JERK!!!" |
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| Sakurazaki | Jul 16 2009, 01:48 AM Post #7 |
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Rae Arks, now sporting a close fitting white cotton hooded jacket to cover her arms, was amazed at the Quarter. Upon being granted access onto the warship, she took no hesitation in walking in. Her mobile suit was already on the warship, waiting for her, so there was no reason to wait for anything else to happen. When she reached the deck there seemed to be people bustling about as they brought the VFs to adjust them. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see her own mobile suit touching down upon the deck. A light touch upon her shoulder made her turn around. It seemed to be a technician. "Ah, sorry but you don't seem to have permission to come a-" She waved off this comment with a somewhat harsh glare, raising her chin slightly. "I am from the Arks family, I assure you that I have clearance." She pulled out the ring that was strung on the long steel chain, the silver circlet flashed brightly in the sunlight as she irritatedly brought it close to the man's face. "Here is the signet." Upon noticing his dazed look, with mouth hanging slightly agape as well, Rae could only assume that the matter was settled. Letting the ring drop back to it's usual resting place near her collarbone under her shirt, she excused herself from the conversation. Well, I suppose that was to be expected...I'm not really too concerned about my status though... A loud woman's yell interrupted her thoughts as she heard commotion from another section of the deck. "THE DATAPAD IS ON MY HAND NOT MY CHEST YOU JERK!!!" Intrigued, Rae walked over, the technicians themselves gave her a salute as she approached. Stopping directlly behind the infuriated pilot, Rae crossed her arms, one of her eyebrows slightly raised in question. Who on earth would have commissioned such a pilot who would or could create such a ruckus? "Well, if all pilots on the Quarter are this ill mannered during maintenance periods, quite frankly I'd be confused as to whether I've landed in a jungle with monkeys for pilots or an orderly military base." Edited by Sakurazaki, Jul 16 2009, 01:50 AM.
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| Jusuchin Panjirinanu | Jul 16 2009, 04:27 AM Post #8 |
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"Less of a sniper, more of a grunt with a railgun."
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Katerine narrowed her eyes the moment and turned around. She looked down on the shorter woman and did feel that deathly aura coming from her. Hands on her hips, she looked at her, eye to eye...until she smiled. "Sure, if you believe in evolution, you may had just justified your own question. As for jungle, the carrier flight deck is a jungle, unless you've never been on one. It's messy, dingy, dangerous, and above all, a choreographed ballet of people doing their own task that benefits the whole in terms of getting the job done properly, safely, and fast." She looked at her leaning over a bit, her bust slightly hanging and getting some stares from passing male deck techs. She was dirty, still had her tight skin-fitting mechanics gloves on, and also wore her sidearm. A massive piece of metal and engineered tool of death, she wore it like a cowboy. Hell, all she needed was a hat, the multi-use face visor she had pushed up above her face didn't do her justice. She noticed that she was the Arks family representative though. "Tell me, ma'am, you must be that pilot for the golden piece of curiosity we have onboard. How are we gonna launch it properly without disrupting our well choreographed hectic jungle?" She said, as the techs behind Rae started signaling her to stop antagonizing the boss, while those behind Katerine started holding their hands up, begging Rae to show some leniency with them. |
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| Sakurazaki | Jul 16 2009, 04:46 AM Post #9 |
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"...Are you insinuating that I am not accustomed to normal military procedures? Surely your boorish ways of communication are not standard. It's not only disrespectful, but it hardly does anything. With your ill chosen wear, no wonder your subordinates would stare at your chest like that. If you expect them to work, I'd advise dressing appropriately....in the attire of at least a civilized individual, or even better...a real pilot." Rae stood there nonchalantly. It would be best to sort out the rabble from the real pros. "Idiots are aplenty in the military, but even more so here." The young Arks representative lowered her cold blue eyes to stare directly at Katerine, an icy challenging gaze. "I've heard about your antics. A lot of money has been wasted thanks to you. You must be the rather infamous VF crasher....Katerine, am I correct?" |
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| Jusuchin Panjirinanu | Jul 16 2009, 04:58 AM Post #10 |
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"Less of a sniper, more of a grunt with a railgun."
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"A real pilot gets dirty. Knows the subtle curves and rumblings of his or her's jet, can usually feel trouble just by that small shift in the throttle, mere seconds before the sensors pick it up. If it means getting dirty and wielding machinery that makes me sweat like a damn pig, I'll do it. And as for crashing the VFs, three engines below factory specs by just a few points, but those few points caused random system failures and had me stall during standard performance testing. You know my frakking story ma'am. I pushed my bird as far as she'll go, an increase in one-hundred thirty-six percent in efficiency over the standard UN birds, and hell, my standard config can match a commander version with a super pack." She said with confidence. It was her bird, she rode it hard, and in the long run, she had grown accustomed to it and settled for a higher spec parameter that stayed well within the limits, but were still slightly higher than the stock specs L.A.I. had given them. "Now, if you want to go and pull your weight around, ma'am, I'll put my coveralls back on, but you aren't gonna pull me from the deck until I'm satisfied my bird can give me her all the next time we sortie." She said, glaring at the other woman. The techs started to move away, some went to fetch Howard, some Captain Wilder, but to the two women, they were in their own little world so far. |
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| The Chief of Braves | Jul 16 2009, 02:36 PM Post #11 |
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*lens flare*
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“Seriously Rae, can’t you find anything better to do other than pick a fight with our pilots?” Came another voice from behind them, with something akin to teasing and enjoying the whole thing going on between Rae and Katerine. “What will others say when one of SMS’s shining points are cat fights? Granted, that doesn’t sound bad for some people.” Chlole Klein stepped around from the back of a parked VF with a mischievous smile and one hand on her hips. Beside her, Captain Wilder appeared with a hint of amusement on his face. “Stand down, Lieutenant, and go back to work.” Wilder said with a smile. “And that’s not a request.” There was a general eruption of disappointment from some of the crew members; apparently, some were expecting the two to trade blows before Chlole and Wilder came around and spoiled that bit of fun for them. A quick glare from Wilder was all it needed to send them back to work. “Personally sir, I’d rather see them trade blows for a while,” came a calm voice from one of the parked dark grey VF. From the cockpit, Howard’s face popped from wherever he was crouching under from with a small LED light strapped to his head, showing that wherever he went in there, it was dark. From behind him, Yuki stood up from her seat and whacked him in the head with a data pad she was holding. With that momentary distraction gone, Chlole turned back to Rae with a straighter expression. “Come on, we’ll discuss at the bridge,” She said, putting an arm around Rae in an attempt to walk her away from the fiery pilot. “I’m sure you’d like to listen on our progress so far despite the hiccups along the way.” |
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| Sakurazaki | Jul 28 2009, 12:00 AM Post #12 |
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Ah...I'll have to apologize later to the captain. How stupid of me to forget my manners and such as a pilot. Still, I'll have to watch out for that Katerine person. No doubt she'll be causing trouble later on... Rae stopped herself from sighing out loud. The stubborn pilot allowed herself to be led away by Chole to the bridge. "Ah, yes, I'd be interested in hearing that. From what I've read of the initial reports, I'm intrigued to see what you've all been up to." |
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| Jusuchin Panjirinanu | Jul 28 2009, 12:27 AM Post #13 |
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"Less of a sniper, more of a grunt with a railgun."
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"Sir, yes sir." Katerine said, finally, turning around to finish the diagnostics check on her bird. It was banged up, but good enough. Katerine held a sigh as the girl walked off. What a pretentious bitch. Throwing her weight around like that. She shook her head, as her bird finally hit the "A-O.K." sign. All that was needed now was to repaint her bird. "Alright, when you get her repainted, darken the red stripe some more and let's use that darkened color scheme, add some tiger stripes in there if you can." She said, before turning. "Hey Capn, heading to locker room, want me to deliver the performance report to the bridge?" She called out, as she stood in front of Howard's jet. |
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| The Chief of Braves | Jul 29 2009, 02:45 AM Post #14 |
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Chlole brought Rae to Quarter’s bridge without much of a hassle, though being a full blooded Meltran might or might not have anything to do with it. Nevertheless, Chlole tried to be guideful on their journey to the bridge, showing and introducing the younger woman of the various facilities onboard and whichever unlucky personnel they happen to cross by. Finally, they reached the bridge. “We were attacked on the launch day.” Chlole started, straight to the point of the topic at hand while the main viewscreen displayed the yellow arachnoid mechas that attacked them not so long ago. “Due to lack of proper defense, we were forced to engage the enemies head on which included several ships and an unknown mobile transporter of sort, in which we used the battle for the Quarter’s combat evaluation test. I’m proud to say that we manage to achieve a success score of 75%, though we lacked only in a full complement of crew members and fighting units if we were to reach the probability of 88% in the original plans.” --- Howard popped up again from underneath the cockpit of his Messiah, the LED light still on and shining blindingly at anyone he’s looking at, in which in this case, was Katerine. “Go ahead then, give it to Chief Monica.” He told her simply before returning into the depths of the his Messiah’s cockpit. Edited by The Chief of Braves, Aug 1 2009, 12:50 AM.
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| Sakurazaki | Jul 31 2009, 11:04 PM Post #15 |
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Rae's brow furrowed deep in thought. Indeed the stats were impressive to say the least. "Well, for the first evaluated battle, to have those results despite the forced engagement seems more than satisfactory to me. More funding, personnel and supplies will not be a problem once I report this to the family." Results were the only things that the upper heads really cared about. Rae cleared her throat after entering data into a slim datapad. "As such, I've been asked to be stationed with the Quarter for the time being, as both a representative of the Arks family, and as a pilot." |
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| Jusuchin Panjirinanu | Aug 1 2009, 02:10 AM Post #16 |
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"Less of a sniper, more of a grunt with a railgun."
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Katerine had manged to make herself presentable. She finally got around to wearing her full jumpsuit, still messy from the oil splotches and some burn marks from previous repairs. But her hair was pulled back, her face cleaned, and with the datapad tucked under her arm, made her way to the bridge. of course, her trademark pistol was with her at all times. She ran into a few people along the way, either giving them a salute or nodding at them. Finally, upon reaching the bridge she called out. "Lieutenant Katerine Wolff, reporting on the status of Skull Squadron's machines." She said cheerfully, before noticing who else was there. Her jaw dropped and while her hand still up to her eye brow in a perfect salute, she must've looked stupid with her mouth open. |
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| The Chief of Braves | Aug 2 2009, 04:06 AM Post #17 |
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If Chlole was surprised, she didn’t show it on her face, quite a feat for a Zentran whose race are known for their rather interesting way in expressing their emotions and feelings than humans, though there are exceptions, like Chlole herself. Granted, having one of their supporters, let alone a child of one, on board doesn’t seem farfetched either. Wilder himself was only waiting for her decision to the news since she has the overall command of SMS, being the owner after all. “Very well, we’ll get a quarter ready for, which might take some time since this is all of a sudden. In the meantime-” The door to the bridge opened to let Katerine in, announcing herself and her reasons to be here. “Thank you Lieutenant…” Monica began, but stopped when she realized Katerine was saluting with the silliest expression on her face. “Lieutenant?” Monica asked, wondering if the blond lieutenant just froze or something. Everybody else could only stare in confusion. |
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| Sakurazaki | Aug 3 2009, 01:31 AM Post #18 |
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Rae looked back as the lieutenant abruptly interrupted Captain Wilder. She could only stare back at the gaping Katerine, a small smile curled upon her lips. "Ah well looks like I'll be a part of your crew from now on, Lt. Wolff" The young representative was half-tempted to say "Honestly, how long is that girl going to stand there and stare like an idiot?", however Rae wisely kept this comment to herself. Edited by Sakurazaki, Aug 3 2009, 03:29 AM.
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| Jusuchin Panjirinanu | Aug 3 2009, 03:36 AM Post #19 |
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"Less of a sniper, more of a grunt with a railgun."
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Katerine closed her mouth, and lowered her hand, entering the bridge. She handed the datapad over to Monika, and stared at Rae. Finally she made up her mind. And with the captain here, she didn't dare do anything. "Welcome aboard ma'am. Glad to know we'll be diversifying out offensive assets. I've seen the ORB-01 in action and my father did as well, so I'm sure that as its pilot, you'd be good as well." She smiled, saying so much shit, to someone who may end up being under her or over her. And she didn't add the fact that her father was part of the Federation subjugation of Orb to keep it in line with world policy. Or that he was shot down by the golden pain in the ass, as she has been calling it since she understood what it those words mean. |
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| The Chief of Braves | Aug 3 2009, 12:41 PM Post #20 |
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Katerine’s stupefied moment didn’t last long, and the girl recovered soon after before someone called for a medic in case she just happens to pick a fine time to pick up a rare condition. Wilder noted with a barely noticeable smirk at the girl’s reaction to the presence of the Arks lady, and began to think of a silly idea. “Miss Wolff, I would like you to escort Lady Arks here to her the Skull Squadron room.” He then turns to Rae. “In the interim while we prepare a quarter for you, I guess it would be appropriate if we bunk you with SMS’ finest.” Chlole turned to Wilder with a quizzical look, wondering what the old man was up to, because this looks so very obviously like a setup to her. Wilder only stood there, smiling for no reason at all. |
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