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Aveline felt fairly confident in her position. Elevated, far enough away that she shouldn't be in all that much danger when she's laying down covering fire. Her finger scratched away at the trigger in anticipation, her cheek firmly pressed to the butt stock. What she hadn't anticipated, however...

Aveline almost felt a little bored, staring out into potholed concrete and dusty car wrecks. At least no one was... shooting at her... right now? She swore she could hear something. Was it coming down the road, or-- "Ohfuhshi--" She dropped to the ground, pressing her back against the wall, and...

Aveline took a long, deep breath after silence fell over the street around them. Her stare blanked out towards the trooper who had just about flanked her and-- by some stroke of luck, hadn't managed to pop a couple of rounds into her. God. Maybe she's just a little too on edge to be thinking...

Aveline positioned herself somewhere in the middle of the group, one hand wrapped around the pistol grip, the other on the carrying handle. She figured it'd be kind of easier to carry it that way which-- in fairness, it was. The din of warfare made her antsy, whipping her head around from one...

Private Aveline Champlin looked out of the dropship's window with a sort of impatient jitter in her leg. Not for any actual impatience, but more the fact that this was it. She was finally going to get her first taste of blood. The skyline reminded her of home, even. Sweeping vistas and concrete...

"I am incapable of smiling." The response put out was edging juuuust on the border between naïve truthfulness, and downright snarky. Though, Deeby was right. She couldn't actually smile. It was in her nature to blend in with the rest of the crowd anyway, not looking towards the wall of reporters...

Whilst her stance was completely unmoving, the robot was processing through the information that had been given, both that of the gangs, and that of the crime they were about to go investigate. Moreover, their 'commander', Jack, would only logically have to be an above-average commander, in...

Deeby was, to put it bluntly, wholly uninterested in what Alice had to say to her and the group. She had already gone through the rundown back in prison, and had it committed to memory... even if memory shows that the current charges are hefty, and would probably take a good few years... or...

Having lost any interest in continuing her conversation with the particularly thick-skulled cyborgs, Deeby settled back into her near-motionless state. Seemingly content in just sitting there. Waiting. She came off of the bus with all the obedience that would be expected of a robot, and paid...

In an almost mocking expression, the 'bot turned its head towards Kane, canted to the side as her voice modulators opened up. "Alcohol, prostitution, recreational drug use. All things that your exoskeleton prohibits you from partaking in. Due to combat." As it turned its head back to the fore...

"Yet a machine is never truly alive, it cannot evolve beyond its means." In an instant, the machine snapped its head to look towards the ninja. If it could have an expression, it would have been able to maim with it. Yet, all Shizen would be able to ascertain from the look was a swipe of red...

The robot turned its head over to face Kane. "Twenty-six." The voice answered in a deadpan cadence. "Eavesdropping revealed that seven of which required identification through dental records." Not a hint of emotion-- well. It is a robot, after all. "As to your earlier comment. My mechanical and...

In the mid of the bus, one of the few robots of the journey sat in a... contemplative stillness. Or at least, one could take it as contemplative. One could also take it as the robot having been shut off, joints locked up and chained to the floor for some, inexplicable reason. More than a moment...

Olivia didn't really know what she was gonna get. She never really chose this kinda stuff-- at least, whenever she was out and trying to look for something to eat. Something that caught her attention, though, was the small packages of dried noodles that were around the side and for sale. If...

Olivia's head canted over in the direction of Amy. Hey, she'd be able to get to know the crew more, and she'd get something to eat, too. Good thing. Really feels like she hasn't been able to eat since they landed on Shadespear the first time. That being said, the fact that it's street food could...

Olivia had been fully prepared to give Nonara a piece of her mind for dragging them by the nose straight into an ONI base, right until of course, she said she didn't know it was happening, and bumped their pay up a nice fifty percent. Well, Olivia certainly wasn't happy about it, but she was...

In response to the second question, Alarael simply shook her head towards him. "Nothing that wouldn't already be common knowledge." There was a brief pause. Almost as if she were waiting for something or someone to come to her. "That the old empire had... well, a colony, more or less. What...

"Lauren--" Really, Olivia's here just trying to justify her own choices, here. "--you can put anything down with a tank round. That's what they're fuckin' designed to do. You can put tanks down with a tank round, or like, a whole fuckin' ship... I uh-- not a big one, but still. Tank beats...

Oh, right. Zadra. She like. Could do that, too. That's about the only thought going through Olivia's head before it's revealed that once they're done here, it's a road trip back to Shadespear... the place they just got-- "Is she fucking-- you know what, sure, woo, yeah. Can't wait to get shot at...

Alarael's eyebrow piqued from behind her masked visage. She, and by extension, her brother, had gathered that there wouldn't be much room in the whole world for more than one lost continent, so it would be almost certain to be the one that had held the lost of their kin. "Well, yes, as far as...