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>Discord: Upon Request
>Archive: suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?searchall=ashes+of+rhysode
>Twitter: https://twitter.com/AbominableMech1
>Previous Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/4494155/

‘Father?’ you sound out, feeling quite … puzzled by his re-emergence. Had he not just departed not an hour prior?

There is a message for you,’ your father declares curtly, striding over with heavy, impatient footsteps as he thrusts a data slate right under your nose. ‘I would have thought that the terms of your transfer would have signed over everything regarding your very being over to the House; it would seem that even the legislature that defines our positions in this Empire are not without areas available for exploitation.’

You take the offending item from his person, furrowing your brows as you stare up at a pair of firm (and disapproving) eyes … and immediately decide not to comment on your father’s current disposition beyond what you had already communicated; your father seems annoyed enough that he had to march down here himself. Quickly accessing the device with a series of quick swipes, the interface and display come to life, flashing the outpost designation and your registration details—a temporary necessity by the protocols of the outpost—before accessing the untended mess that was your message folder (cluttered by notifications from the outpost of almost every matter from custodial warnings to medical updates), finding an extremely familiar icon, underlined by your AEGIS ID.

To: GAIA-0401
From: AEGIS Resources Office, LSUR-7131
Priority: GREEN
Subject: [Unavailable]


It’s a recorded message.

A familiar face shows itself in the form of a hologram, dressed in a blue hue, an unmistakable reproduction of a man that inspires so many emotions in you that you aren’t sure where to start. Darton Wray’s expression is tired, weary … but still one to be revered. That hawk-like stare softens briefly as his eyes dart from side-to-side, a stray hand raising above as his voice raises from a mumble to static and, finally, to an audible frequency. You would have chuckled if it had been anyone else, but this was Darton Wray … and if Darton Wray fumbled around the one thing you did was shut up and not bring any attention to it, hologram or no.

You can probably tell that this isn’t from the Resources Office,’ Wray starts, his expression grim, ‘but there are only so many departments that allow the relevant access channels and the Resources Office were the only ones that could break through on priority messaging and I needed this to get to you as soon as I could: barring you being a corpse—

You hear your father fight back a snarl at that last word.
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—or otherwise incapacitated or unfit for duty, you are hereby required to report for duty. I won’t go into the details: that’s what the attachment’s for. Should you be unavailable to report in … well, if you can’t even remember protocol, I think I’ll accept that as your withdrawal. Wray out.

Your brows only furrow further as the message blinks out of existence. Your fingers tap and drag against the data slate, finding, indeed, that which Wray had said was there.

‘Surely you aren’t actually considering it?’

The voice of your father is incredulous, teetering on anger.

>Write-in
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>>4539657
>Yes, if only to find out the status of several people important to me.
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>>4539657
>Just as I have duties to our family, I also have a duty to fulfill to the Empire as a student of Rhysode

for hobo
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>>4539657
>Yes, I am. I am more than well aware of my mortality father. I am also well aware that Wray wouldn’t do this unless it was important. The man is too proud for that, much like you.
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I'll be running a session in approximately 45 minutes.
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>>4539657
Back to the front baby! Where would the empire be without it's noble protectors?
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You close your eyes, exhaling a warm breath of air as you set the slate aside, dusting your thighs in an exaggerated manner before, finally, getting to your feet … and meeting your father’s rigid scowl.

‘Just as I have a duty to this family, so do I have an obligation to the service which I have carved my name by,’ you respond, trying your best to remain as neutral and logical as possible (in both physical expression and tone). ‘Besides … Darton Wray wouldn’t have patched those channels through just to get to me if it wasn’t was of extreme import. If my presence is required by his words, then my presence is required. The last thing I want is a footnote on my profile citing my ineptitude at reporting for duty in a timely manner … which I’m sure that you’d probably hold against me if I ever did by the way of the House.’

Your father snorts, scratching his chin. ‘I see that your physique isn’t the only thing that that world has managed to chisel down,’ he remarks, sounding neither disapproving nor accepting of the situation. ‘Nevertheless, the authority—the permission—that the matter of your discharge ultimately is at my discretion as the head of the House Mishima and your father … and you, my boy—outside of having other obligations—are not nearly of … an acceptable condition for such endeavors.’

Another groan escapes you as you fix a weary gaze upon your father’s almost-robotic lack of expression.

Father,’ you start, adopting a warning tone. Your father, however, remains unmoved.

‘I believe that your superior’s qualifiers were in regards to your health,’ he points out, almost nonchalantly. ‘Which I shall point out very clearly has quite recently, been put to the extreme of a cyclonic bombardment. You will be staying here until you’re otherwise recovered … unless you would wish for me to transfer you to a less claustrophobic facility. I think you’re healthy enough to do that.’

‘This is unbelievable,’ you let out, stupefied.

‘This is fact,’ your father retort. ‘You are to stay under our direct custody—at this outpost or otherwise—until I have total confidence that you won’t be vomiting blood from undetected mutations and organ failures walking down the hall.’

‘Now you’re just being paranoid.’

My paranoia of your years at the Academy extended to scrapes, bruises and one broken leg; clearly I miscalculated your ability to overachieve in that capacity.’

You glare at your father … noticing that, for the first time, that you were now at least a forehead clear of him in height.

‘Father, I have to report in,’ you sigh, hanging onto your patience by bare threads. ‘I’m not just your son now; I’m an actual member of the service. It’s not something that I can just toss right out one morning just because of a head cold.’
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‘Ah, yes, head colds and cyclonic torpedoes; truly of the same class.’

You know what I mean.

The both of you size one another up; you wonder just why your father was so stubborn in allowing you to fulfill your duties. It was as though you were asking for permission to walk into a firestorm.

>‘If you’re so paranoid, then … why don’t you come with me?’
>‘Fine. I’ll … stay.’
>[Try to convince him] (SPEECH, DC: 6, Current: 4)
>Write-In
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Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>4540772
>[Try to convince him] (SPEECH, DC: 6, Current: 4)
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Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>4540772
>>[Try to convince him] (SPEECH, DC: 6, Current: 4)
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You straighten your cloak and adjust your collar as you turn the corner, almost embarrassed for yourself … and your entourage.

Is everything all right, my Lord?

You manage a small, tight smile, glancing to your right at a man that made up one third of your escort, nodding in reassurance … before pinching your brow as the one to your left barks a warning to a thin desk jockey and his accompanying drone, causing him to practically slide his abdomen along the walls of the hallway in an attempt to be out of your bodyguard’s direct line of sight. Counting backwards from fifteen for what feels like the sixth time since you stepped out of the shuttle, you power on through to the elevator, stepping inside as the black-clad accompaniment that is your very armed and very rigid (and hopefully temporary) guardian presses the button pertaining to the relevant department on your command before falling back into formation.

The elevator travels downward.

A door opens. It is not your floor.

Two hulking bodies—likely foot soldiers assigned to desk duty—turn their caps up right as they attempt to step in … and are immediately met by two violent shoves from the men either side of you with the crossing of their foot over the threshold.

It’s taken,’ your bodyguard growls, his comrade’s shoulders bumping into his in such a way that you are totally obscured from the view of the floor. The doors close without further incident … and you are traveling down again, your bodyguards returning to their original positions, arms at their side and red eyes facing forward.

You fight the urge to groan again, wondering if winning that argument with your father had been worth it.

You will travel with an escort and a personal physician of my choosing. It is non-negotiable.

You’d traversed the administratum’s halls the last forty minutes with a trio of your House’s personal bodyguards. While their presence isn’t something that you’re unfamiliar with, having been within ten paces of one of the armor-clad red-eyed bodies, being seen in public with them in the context of your current circumstances wasn’t something that you would call … practical; especially after having to discuss the terms of their continued presence within the AEGIS administratum: namely that the officers, desk jockeys and workers were not obstacles to be removed just because you happened to step a toe in a particular direction.

Success on that part, had, thus far, escaped you.

It’s taken,’ the man on your right growls again, leaving your presence in the elevator to remain undisturbed … and your embarrassment to practically boil. Once upon a time, perhaps you could have appreciated the utter thuggery of your men, but now … now you only hope that no one in the building had you identified and a complaint form ready for submission.
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Shaking your head, you make an attempt to divert your attention elsewhere, sliding the data slate from underneath your robes, going over the details on the attachment for what feels like the thousandth time … and wondering just why you’d been called to the AEGIS administratum on Oban V of all places—

‘My Lord?’

‘Yes?’

‘Is there something that concerns you?’

The bell dings, indicating your stop.

>Voice your displeasure with their aggression
>Dismiss the guard’s concerns
>Remain silent and walk out
>Write-In
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>>4540839
>I understand that your escort of me was required by my father, i just ask you to keep in mind that your behavior around me does in fact reflect on me, please do not be so aggressive that i get a complaint form filed against me for your zeal. I trust you are able straddle the line and to accomplish that task?
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>>4540839
I'll support >>4540841
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>>4540841
+1
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>>4540841
Supporting
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>>4540841
also this
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Okay, I just finished sorting out my family's latest attempt at tax evasion. Yay! I'll be running a session in approximately 15 minutes.
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You step out of the elevator, taking in a deep breath: you take one step, then another … and another … before finally wheeling around fixing a stare of disapproval towards your three bodyguards.

A biting remark about their presence is immediately bitten back by your second breath: you didn’t want to degrade and devalue them over such a trivial matter; after all, they had only been doing their jobs. You could hardly fault them for being so dedicated to it … but, once again, it’s not as if you could ignore the aspect that their behavior would have you flirting with a barrage of complaint forms by the time your career truly got off the ground (If it even did).

‘I understand that you are bound to your duty, guardsmen,’ you begin, calm as can be, ‘but I would like to state that your behavior around me does reflect on my person. It would, thus, be preferable for you to not exercise your task with such fanaticism that you have my career flirting with grievances before I so much as begin taking stock of a transport’s inventory. Am I clear?’

Your words are met with three bent knees … and half a dozen stares of incredulity from personnel looking to use the elevator for themselves.

‘Our sincere apologies, my Lord,’ comes the hoarse response from the middle of the trio. ‘We will endeavor to be more discrete and less of a burden to your—’

‘Yes, yes,’ you urge, making motions for the three black-clad men to move before your embarrassment brought a relapse about. ‘Apology accepted; come on. I’m flirting with tardiness as we are.’

‘Our apologies, my L—’

Come on,’ you groan, your cloak billowing behind you as you march without your escort. Perhaps by some miracle they’d just leave you alone.

No such luck, of course … but they do heed your complaint regarding their behavior and stop growling at people just because they are one lane across from your person, so that’s an improvement. It’s still rather awkward to have an escort through these halls … but you find yourself quite at ease by the time you’re on the connecting atrium between the administratum to the central directorate, where you are met with an influx of bodies boasting their own escorts and bodyguards.

‘My Lord, I hope it is not too impertinent of me to question your wisdom, but why did we not transport ourselves directly to this building and have to walk across?’

‘Your questioning isn’t impertinent at all,’ you remark, chuckling. ‘I’m not here as a representative of my House, guardsman, but as a soldier. We had to pass through administratum because as far as I’m concerned, I’m here by my duty as an AEGIS graduate.’

‘Would it not have been easier to just dock in and allow yourself access through typical means?’
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>>4542022
>‘Are you unaware of the Separation of Authorities, guardsmen?’ (Lecture)
>‘You forget your place.’ (Irritated)
>‘Maybe. If I wanted to be here as my House’s representative.’ (Casual)
>Don’t answer
>Write-In
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>>4542023
>‘Are you unaware of the Separation of Authorities, guardsmen?’ (Lecture)
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>>4542023
>>‘Are you unaware of the Separation of Authorities, guardsmen?’ (Lecture)
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>>4542023
>>‘Are you unaware of the Separation of Authorities, guardsmen?’ (Lecture)
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‘Are you unaware of the Separation of Authorities, guardsman?’ you ask, cocking your brow and … immediately feeling something tingle within you as you await his answer.

‘I, uh … am not fully aware of such rulings, no.’

It’s a broad term on its own,’ you start, easing your voice so as to not seem too enthused in your disclosure. ‘However, if we’re going to discuss it in the current context, you could probably simplify it in that certain branches and arms of the greater Imperium are kept within their own spheres of influence. The overall bureaucracy connects these spheres, but to ensure that there are no unwarranted violations, the edict is set to enforce certain crossovers of these spheres do not disturb one another to the point jurisdiction becomes a point of contention. Certain protocols are to be met, followed through and … so forth, lest we risk stepping on toes that we really shouldn’t be touching in the first place.

‘Does this fit into the context of us having to travel such an unnecessary length, my Lord?’

You catch the guard on the right smacking the guard’s forearm, clearly irritated at his casual impertinence.

‘If … you would pardon such an inquiry,’ he adds, hurriedly.

‘As … hard as it is to believe, guardsman, it truly is,’ you let out, sighing. ‘My status as both AEGIS personnel and Scion give me a unique … status, if you will. It would have been more convenient for me to land right in and call my visitation documents as usual, but … it would not have answered to the spirit and purpose of my visit. The Houses generally … do not come in unless called or when their seats are required for consideration. As my father has been so kind to allow us to travel under the House’s proverbial umbrella … it would have been quite the distraction to call in my presence within that context. I wish to—and am required to—be here by my rank, duty and responsibilities to the AEGIS; not by that which binds me to my House. Which is why I had to register my arrival through the typical administrative process instead of the allocation afforded to me through my place as a Scion of my House. It’s basically my way of responding that I respect the separation of what I am as soldier and my obligations as Scion.

There are exceptions, of course, but you could probably leave that spiel for another day.

‘But … did we really have to walk all this way?’

The guard on the left hits his comrade upside the head, the red visors glowing brightly.

You think about it for a moment.

‘Perhaps we could have taken a cruiser down,’ you let out, shrugging. ‘I guess I just felt like stretching my legs.’

You’re met with three simultaneous nods. ‘Understood, my Lo—’

BUDDY!

Your eyes go wide. You have moments to—
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>Embrace your doom (Literally)
>‘Guards!’ (Protect yourself from the assault)
>Resign yourself to discomfort
>Respond in kind [PHYSICAL] (DC: 7 Current: 4, 1d12)
>Write-In
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Rolled 10 (1d12)

>>4543187
>>Respond in kind [PHYSICAL] (DC: 7 Current: 4, 1d12)
SPINE BREAK TIME
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Rolled 4 (1d12)

>>4543187
>Respond in kind [PHYSICAL] (DC: 7 Current: 4, 1d12)
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>>4543189
>>4543195
My mistake. It should read CURRENT: 0, but you pass anyway.
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SUCCESS!
PHYSICAL RESOLUTION +1


Sweep. Grab. Throw. Slam.

You make sure to be extra rough with your blue-haired friend, pinning him to the ground with your elbow and subduing him from any attempt at retaliation with one further knee to press your weight against his upper abdomen so he couldn’t negotiate your form into a release or a dismount. Your lips morph from scowl to smirk as you observe Ryosuke’s disadvantaged position, a small feeling of triumph emanating from your chest as you basked in what you could only describe as payback five years in the mak—

‘Y-You’re alive,’ Ryosuke sniffles, his arms falling to his side as you notice tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. A strange sort of … relief wafts across his features, dark eyes staring up at you as though you were a blessing from the Emperor himself; seeing him overcome with such emotion, you release him from your pin, lifting your knee and elbow before reaching down and offering a hand, a—

You are unprepared for the follow-up.

Ryosuke mimics a predator springing its trap, rushing all the air out of your lungs in an embrace as your guardsmen look on, incredulous at the ritual unfolding before their eyes. Your mouth opens to protest Ryosuke’s lack of restraint, but with the syllable rolling off your tongue, you find yourself almost deafened by the unprecedented wail right next to your ear.

You made it! You really made it!’ Ryosuke cries out, crushing your organs in an incredible hug.

>‘Yes, yes. Now let me go.’ (Protest)
>‘Your survival is also of great relief to me.’ (Formal)
>Try to return the hug
>Resign yourself to the embrace
>Hit Ryosuke on the head with a balled fist
>Write-In
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>>4543228
>>Try to return the hug
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>>4543228
>Try to return the hug
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>>4543228
>>Resign yourself to the embrace
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>>4543228
>Try to return the hug
Back from the dead, friend.
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It takes some effort, but you manage to return the gesture of affection … which is actually quite fortunate for Ryosuke, as your escorts are halfway through removing their weapons to save you from further harm. You make a gesture for them to stand down, before giving Ryosuke several pats on the back, mumbling your own gratitude for his survival. This seems to satisfy Ryosuke, as he releases you soon after, stepping back and wearing a smile so wide that it threatens to split the very planet that you have currently planted your feet upon … until you realize it doesn’t, and you’re in his embrace again. You’re almost embarrassed by all the contact, but your own relief at finding Ryosuke’s relative health to be intact is enough to counter-balance any complaints that you have at having your dignity squashed by his very physical gestures of affections.

It’s about a minute before he steps back again, his hands on your shoulders and … his lips unable to go beyond clumsy blubbering as you feel the thumbs threatening to make a lasting impression upon the texture of your cloak. ‘Breathe, you idiot,’ you half-command, half-implore, your own amusement more audible than you intend for it to be.

‘Hey,’ Ryosuke protests, finally stepping away … but not before giving you a friendly shove. ‘Can’t believe you’re alive.’

>‘What about everyone else?’
>‘I can’t believe I’m alive, either.’
>‘Why? Is there a pool running pertaining my ultimate fate?’
>‘You look healthier than I expected you to be. You were right next to me when they started the bombardment.’
>Write-In
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>>4543320
>‘What about everyone else?’
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>>4543320
>>‘What about everyone else?’
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>>4543320
>>‘What about everyone else?’
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‘What about everyone else? Did they make it out all right?’

‘As far as I know, the four of us made it out,’ your friend reveals. The information gives you relief.

‘They’re all right, then?’

‘Well, Maldante’s okay, at least,’ Ryosuke affirms, placing his hands on his sides as he turns his gaze downward. ‘Can’t say that I’ve been able to keep up with Emilio, though … his family dragged him out from Alhambra the day right after your House dragged yours out. From what I was able to check before they whisked him away, nothing had melted and dropped to the floor, though.’

‘House Reinweld hasn’t divulged anything remotely resembling tragedy to the public; it wouldn’t be a stretch to assume that they’ve already restored him to a functional state, at least. That idiot’s too stubborn to die on terms that don’t involve his total dictation. That kind of arrogance isn’t so easy to kill.’

‘Well, that’s probably one thing that the both of you have in common, then,’ Ryosuke mentions pointedly, his voice laced with amusement and his eyes twinkling with mischief as he rose his gaze to meet yours. ‘Seeing as you’re here … and looking like you’re about to go five rounds on the mat with a volunteer senior in remedial classes.’

Your left hand rises to rub your shoulder at the mere memory. ‘I … wouldn’t push it that far.’

Your fatter years did not hearken forth any pleasant memory of those instances.

‘I’m just telling you that … you look healthy,’ Ryosuke clarifies, making a dismissive motion with his right hand. ‘EVAC had all sorts of issues keeping you stable en route to Alhambra. I couldn’t get my hands on the reports, but the medics said that your radiation shielding had malfunctioned or something. After a bombardment like that, I … I don’t know. I guess I just didn’t want to keep my hopes up, wondering if a prayer would hold out for once …’

Ryosuke rubs the back of his neck, looking away.

‘Prayer?’

‘Eh, don’t worry about it,’ Ryosuke says, waving it off and plastering that all-too-energetic expression right back where it belonged. ‘Anyway, uh … if you’re wondering about Maldante, I’ve been bunking with him the last few days. The Umbranio Spectorus called us in for questioning and Wray put us up with temporary quarters on the north-west quadrant of Oban Primus. It’s hard to believe that this place used to be an aquatic world. Looks like any other Hive World from up in orbit.’

‘Maldante’s here?

You look around, as if expecting him to appear out of thin air.

‘Well … hereabouts. We’re in the same temporary quarters, but he spends most of his time between the administratum and the Spectorus offices. I don't think he's too keen about the prospect of a prolonged stay on Oban. Not that I can blame him.'
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>>4543399
>…
>‘And the others?’
>‘I’m glad to see that you made it out alive.’
>‘How did the both of you end up on this world, anyway?’
>‘The Umbranio Spectorus?’
>Write-In
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>>4543400
>>‘And the others?’
>>‘I’m glad to see that you made it out alive.’
>>‘How did the both of you end up on this world, anyway?’
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>>4543400
>‘And the others?’
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>>4543400
>>‘And the others?’
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>>4543400
>>‘And the others?’
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>>4543400
>>‘How did the both of you end up on this world, anyway?’
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>>4543400
>>‘And the others?’
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Resuming in a bit.
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Okay, I have a proper "start" time. It'll be at approximately 2.30 PM my time, so in just over 2 hours. I'm sorry for the delay as I have been busy with writer's block
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Session in 10 minutes.
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‘What about the others?’

‘Others?’

>‘The Academy. Anyone you know make it out?’
>‘The Rhysode population. Did the EVAC get them out in time?’
>‘I haven’t heard from Gerard in a while. You heard from him since the evacuation?’
>‘Instructor Fisher and her family. Have you heard from her since?’
>‘Sansa should have made it out safely. She must have been with the EVAC units.’
>‘You said you’ve been around Maldante how’s he been doing?’
>‘How was Reinweld last you saw him?’
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>>4545629
>>‘Instructor Fisher and her family. Have you heard from her since?’
>>‘Sansa should have made it out safely. She must have been with the EVAC units.’

Find out about our mistresses!
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>>4545629
>‘I haven’t heard from Gerard in a while. You heard from him since the evacuation?’
>‘Instructor Fisher and her family. Have you heard from her since?’
>‘Sansa should have made it out safely. She must have been with the EVAC units.’
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>>4545629
>‘The Rhysode population. Did the EVAC get them out in time?’
>‘Instructor Fisher and her family. Have you heard from her since?’
>‘Sansa should have made it out safely. She must have been with the EVAC units.’
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>>4545629
>>‘Instructor Fisher and her family. Have you heard from her since?’
One vote only lads remember
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>>4545629
>>‘I haven’t heard from Gerard in a while. You heard from him since the evacuation?’
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I'd like to apologize for the lack of warning: there has been a huge family emergency that's kept me from posting as I would like. I will get back to it within the hour. I'm free today, so ...
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One name rings louder and clearer to all the rest.

‘Do you have any news about Instructor Fisher,’ you practically blurt out. ‘She was with me during the attack on Kerensky. Last I saw her, she was being flown out on an EVAC unit.

Ryosuke scratches the back of his head, looking thoughtful. ‘Can’t say that I have, sorry,’ he answers, to your profound disappointment. ‘I know that she’s alive, though.

‘You do?’

‘Well, of course,’ he snorts, crossing his arms and looking at you as though you’d grown an extra head. ‘Besides the fact that our esteemed Instructor Fisher is the White Hawk of Arrakis and would certainly be given more than a death notice on the boards in the event of an unexpected and untimely passing … the administratum still has her listed up as an activated member of current personnel. If we draw the requirements that underline that status, with the triple-I being the disqualifier, we can therefore conclude that she’s out of any immediate danger and is either awaiting a full return to active duty, reassignment or in the midst of a recuperative period. I mean … come on; it’s obvious, isn’t it? It’s all just about shuffling about the bureaucratic overlaps on what your status is. It’s as easy as looking into your second year electives.’

You stare at Ryosuke, incredulous.

‘Oh,’ he lets out, lifting a finger. ‘If you want a more recent update, though … you might want to turn around.’

Turn around?

>‘I’m not going to be your suplex dummy again, Ryosuke. At least not without a mat.’
>Turn around
>Write-In
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>>4554702
>>Turn around
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>>4554702
>Turn around
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>>4554702
>Turn around
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>>4554702
>>‘I’m not going to be your suplex dummy again, Ryosuke. At least not without a mat.’
Cant fool us.
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>>4554702
>>Turn around
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You can pick her out, even from this distance.

Blue hair falling well past the small of her back, sharp nose and eyes of a piercing cobalt, you would be consulting an eye examination if you missed her at all. She stands out from the crowd, her shoulder pointed in your direction and with her gaze upward, busily engaging in conversation with a broad-shouldered gentleman with a chin so large you could swear it could cut through fibrous alloys. Clad in what appears to be a cloak (or a cape; one couldn’t really tell) of white and without her peaked cap, Morrigan Fisher engages with her taller companion with an official air, prompted on by the large-chinned man’s nods and gestures. You step back slightly to get a better look, noticing a metal bar under her cloak and deeming it appropriate to bend over for better angle … and finally noticing that it is, in fact, a primitive set of crutches that she had deemed necessary to balance upon, all as she and her associate chatted away. Fisher occasionally shifts herself (likely in an attempt to keep her footing steady), but otherwise doesn’t appear to notice you … or anyone else for that matter, exchanging words pertaining to whatever topic that occupied their concerns.

Still, you can’t help but—

‘I wonder who she’s talking to.’

Who, indeed?

>Discuss it with Ryosuke here
>Move to find out for yourself
>Drop all inhibition and move in on her as your mistress, all formalities left behind
>Dismiss it
>Write-In
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