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    Having Chris congratulate him and Thorvald be so gentle left Tarquin somewhat puzzled. Brant had made a big fuss, but everyone else seemed to be relatively OK with his sudden outburst. He'd felt a sense of release, a freedom that he had rarely experienced before. He could say what he wanted, act how he wanted... as long as he was willing to deal with the aftermath afterwards. Whatever issues Brant and Firmia had were their own problem to deal, it didn't justify the actions he judged them on. Nikolai would have said whatever he'd wanted, probably going too far, but Tarquin was glad that he could be a little more like his friend. "I don't know if I count as a grown-up or a child, I don't think other people are sure either sometimes. Biologically and chronologically I am fourteen years old, but that's as much as I understand." Tarquin replied, giving Thorvald a wave. When it came to battle, people wanted him to be an adult, but a child when they wanted him to do things. He was glad that Nina had made some sort of decision for herself, or at least there was something she wanted. Nikolai wasn't going anywhere and the medbay sounded like it was rather crowded. Vowing silently to visit his friend afterwards, he decided that he'd oblige with her request. "The canteen should be suitable. If Nina wants to go somewhere to talk, I want to do it too." Tarquin replied firmly. He wasn't sure if clones could ever be the same as regular people, but they deserved to get as close as possible.
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    Friend or Foe Ulfure smirked, listening to Astaroth's case patiently. He left Cass for the time being, squaring himself up against Astaroth. "If Malaphar is so powerful, then joining you people would be suicide. If it's a choice between being a servant of the devil or being wiped from the face of the earth... the choice is simple to make." he replied, a remorseless judgement present in his eyes. "The Aega were weak, it would have taken little to end them. It was a prospect that my father was tempted by on many occasions, but decided against the effort." He leaned forwards, his gaze fixed on Astaroth. "You seem to know a lot about Hera and the end of the Aega. My senses say that you people might even be responsible. Are you saying that if I side with Malaphar that you will kill me and my tribe for opposing you?" he growled, looking back at his men. He rejoined his group, visibly displeased by the words he'd heard. "Leave the pink haired one unharmed... kill the rest on my command. I have no interest in those who try to buy my favour with threats." Ulfure ordered, his men priming their weapons once more. "She has information that will help us prepare for this Malaphar, and whether to accept his offer or not. If he is as merciless as described we'll kill him with her advice." Sebastian shook his head, shrugging his shoulders subtly. "It appears that we've made a poor first impression." Sebastian remarked, keeping his sword sheathed for the time being. None of the Medeina had initiated an attack, but they were all primed for battle. "Our chances of winning a direct battle are rather low, princess. It would be simple for me to escape alone, but I feel I would not be quite fulfilling my job requirements." Aurelio groaned, clenching his fist as he glared at Astaroth. "Anyone else you want to piss off, Clip-clop? You seem to have a knack for it." he complained, his eyes darting around the group facing them. "We're outnumbered at least three to one, this ain't gonna be good."
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    Claire moves to 13,12! Claire attacks Thief #2 with Blizzard! (17 2) Chill. Claire gains 13 XP! Claire gains 2 Tome WEXP! Cliare picks up 2 Vulneraries! Eric moves to 15,13! Eric attacks Pirate #5 with his Killing Edge! Eric's Nihil cancels out Avoid+10! 20 Atk, 91% Hit, 33% Crit, 16% Luna (89 77 90) Eric deals 20 damage! (19/39 HP remaining) Pirate #5 swings back! (84 23) Probably a miss! Eric goes for the kill! (47 32 15) Such death! Eric gains 27 XP! Eric gains 3 Sword WEXP!
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    Open Eyes Ulfure's expression didn't change, his eyes watching Cass carefully as she made her case. The rest of his group remained silent, albeit eager to start a fight. "So you speak of a wizard gathering the south? Uniting it into a powerful force that no other on the continent dare face? If I were a practical man, that would seem like a very tempting prospect. Magonsaete is not a kind place to live, several tribes have recently fallen. Uniting for a sense of stability would make more sense than trying to oppose this Malaphar." Ulfure replied, his men slowly readying their weapons once more. He approached Cass even closer, his face literally inches away from her own. "Tell me, daughter of Oswald, what would you offer to the Medeina that Emmet and Malaphar could not?" The older tribesman looked expectantly at Ulfure, waiting for permission to strike again. Ulfure stepped back from Cass, gesturing for his men to lower their weapons. "You have intrigued me. Nobody would be so foolish to set foot in hostile territory without a good reason." he replied, scanning Cass' group one by one. "Tell me more about yourselves. Such a varied group must have a shared cause."
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    "It's Serge time!" Serge moves to 15,14! Serge attacks Pirate #6 with his Steel Blade! 18 Atk, 71% Hit, 0% Crit (45 90) Serge deals 18 damage! (22/40 HP remaining) Pirate #6 locks into battle with his Battleaxe! 19 Atk, 49% Hit, 0% Crit (58 24) Even Serge begins to dodge! Battle continues! Serge attacks! (58 23) Serge deals 18 damage! (4/40 HP remaining) (19 85) Serge takes 19 damage! (15/34 HP remaining) (69 94) Serge finishes! Serge gains 47 XP! Serge gains 8 Sword WEXP!
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    Little Wolf The Medeina all howled with laughter, something about the situation had amused them greatly. The group continued to laugh for a good few seconds, somewhat blunting the sense of impending attack that they were carrying but moments before. The older man in the centre of the group stepped forward, his heavily scarred face and shaggy beard visible among the foliage. "Yer seem pretty motley to me. Never would have seen an Ulagan with friends unless they were desperate. Awfully kind of you usin' all your fancy words and nicities." he replied, grinning smugly as he rest his axe on his shoulder. "One problem with all of yer talk. Only the lass got an eye for authority, I ain't Chief Lobos. Something tells me you all ain't singing the same song. Why should I trust one of yer when another could just stab me in the back? Part of me wants to just kill you right now and save us all the trouble." Mr Bones strutted forwards, puffing out his chest as he stood off against the tribesman. "yOU cAN'T kILL uS aLL aNYWAY bECAUSE i'M aLREADY dEAD. yOU cAN tRY iF yOU lIKE." he boasted, having clearly missed the entire point. "mASTER hAS dIED pLENTY tOO. iT's lIKE tAKING a nAP fOR hIM." Whilst unhelpful, Mr Bones had at least paused the hostilities for the moment, leaving the Medeina confused by the sentient skeleton. One of the tribesmen stepped forwards out of the overgrowth with a hand raised. The Medeina went silent, making space for him to pass. He was a young man, probably not much older than Cass herself. His dark brown hair was long and wild, resting on his shoulders and he stepped forwards. His leather garb had a symbol stained on its front, one the natives could recognise as the Medeina's mark. He walked up to Cass, stopping and looking directly at her. His eyes were sharp, the young man focused on her intently. "Speak, outsider. I shall give you one chance to resolve this with your tongue before we resolve it with our fangs." he demanded, his tone barely more civilised than his allies. "I am Ulfure, son of Lobos. You don't seem like the ordinary travellers. Speak your words carefully or choose your attack wisely, you are not in a position to make errors."
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    Tarquin looked up at Thorvald, fully expecting to be told off by the man. He'd probably stepped out of line, a younger Tarquin probably would have been horrified at his actions. Grown-ups frustrated him so much, how many years had he been told what to do? It didn't matter whether it was something he wanted to do or not, he'd blindly accepted it all. Being able to understand things a little better and having his own voice almost made things harder, being right or wrong was difficult to determine at times. If he wanted to stand up for himself, he'd inevitably be stepping on peoples' toes. However, Thorvald was surprisingly gentle with what should have been a scolding. At first he wasn't even sure that Thorvald was talking about the same event. There was a warmth about how he carried himself, Tarquin barely felt upset or uncomfortable at all... if anything he felt safe and a little guilty. "Sorry." Tarquin muttered, unsure what had driven him to apologise. He didn't regret anything he'd said or feel bad for Brant or Firmia, only that he'd disappointed Thorvald. "It didn't feel fair that they wanted to take her back just like that. I wanted Nina to decide too." Maybe there were some adults that he could trust. As nosy as Thorvald was, perhaps he was one of them.
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    No Slacking Barry and Paul faced their chief, both looking remarkably more serious than usual. "We understand, chief. We might be the smartest people you got, but we're glad that you trust us." Paul replied, giving Astaroth a salute. "We'll let everybody know about the good Princess Cassandra. She ain't so bad, and we'd all rather have her deciding how things go rather than some evil wizard." Barry nodded in agreement, eager to show that he shared his brother's sentiment. "We'll get make sure everybody's ready, even people who aren't ready. That's how ready we'll be." Barry rambled, only stopped by a sharp knock on the head by his brother. "We look forward to seeing our clan become part of a united Magonsaete, chief. We promise we'll make you proud." Paul concluded, ushering his brother along. "Come on, numpty. Home isn't going to walk its way to us so we need to get going." The pair ambled off into the distance, waving back at the group merrily. Mr Bones crossed his arms, watching as they departed. "tHEY aRE a gOOD pAIR oF mEATBAGS. i wOULD cRY tEARS oF jOY iF i cOULD aCTUALLY cRY." he remarked, clumsly putting a finger to his eye socket." i'LL lAUGH iNSTEAD. oNE dAY tHEY wILL mAKE gOOD mINIONS fOR mASTER." Barry and Paul leave the party! - 28th May - Eastern Magonsaete Having parted with Barry and Paul, Cass' group had travelled forth towards the Medeina camp. The plains remained flat and relatively peaceful, they were by no means the only group travelling but the others were content with simply passing by them. The day and night passed with little trouble, if anything it had been quicker to set up camp without Barry and Paul. Under the guidance of Spooks and the natives, they drew deeper into Medeina territory, the atmosphere growing more tense as Emmet's stench became more apparent. Trees had started to litter the horizon, growing more frequent and thicker into a reasonably sparse forest. The path was becoming less defined, the ill-defined dirt trail harder to distinguish from the soil around it. A trail of smoke was rising into the sky in the distance, potentially signifying the presence of a camp. Spooks paused, rotating slowly back towards her master. "mASTER... i hAVE a bAD fEELING. tHE sMELL iS sO sTRONG... bUT wE'RE nOT aLONE." she wailed, her speech interrupted by a bolt of lightning striking her. The ghost wailed, screeching as she was reduced to a pile of ash by the attack. Arrows peppered the ground around the group from above. The rustling of leaves and cracking of branches giving away the presence of several foes. Figures revealed themselves from up upon the trees and among the overgrowth, an assorted collection of bandits in tribal wear. One let out a wolf-like howl, the others joining in unison shortly after. "You're in Medeina territory, traveller." an older man cackled. "We don't take kindly to people prancin' around in their fancy clothes and draggin' around monsters. The last fella who tried that had a real hard time, do yerselves a favour an' turn the other way before we start feelin' less generous. I've been itchin' for another fight." Sebastian glanced other to Cass, giving her a nod. Diplomacy would be something that she would require in the future, having other people speak on her behalf would reflect poorly. "mY cLOTHES aREN'T tHAT fANCY... bUT i aPPRECIATE tHE cOMPLIMENT." Mr Bones boasted, putting his hands on his hips. "mASTER dID a gOOD jOB sUMMONING tHEM fROM tHE dEPTHS oF hELL."
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    The official message about Jess' android nature had less impact after Chris had revealed it. The rest of the crew would definitely have something to say about it, certain individuals would probably be vocal than others. Tarquin didn't think there would be much of a problem, Jess had a way of somehow making things work out. If she could recruit enemies then being made of metal wouldn't change things. She'd made mistakes, perhaps her absence had caused Nikolai's injuries, but for the most part they'd beaten the odds. "Do so, that would be an appropriate course of action." Tarquin replied, deciding that he would probably need to get moving too. He'd promised Nikolai that he would come back, and he had news of Carlos' defeat to share. Nikiolai wasn't going to improve at from it, but it was some sort of closure for the pair of them. - Talia let out a sigh of relief as Makoto was pried from the Phalanx. He looked unharmed and in good spirits, thankfully he had pulled through. He was even telling the doctor that he was fine. Her legs had acted by themselves, she'd run towards him and wrapped her arms around him instinctively. She was so glad he was safe, every moment watching the battle had her on edge. He'd probably be fighting in more battles but she was glad he was safe for the time being. It took a few seconds to realise what she was doing, her facing growing red as the realisation came to her mind. Talia let out a scream, jumping back suddenly and bowing her head in embarrassment. "I-... uh... I'm glad you're safe. That giant snake robot looked really scary..." she stammered, frantically thinking of a way to try to move the conversation along. "I think... we had an intruder but it got all sorted. It was kinda hard to keep track of everything that was happening." That was the truth after all, Talia had spent most of her time watching Makoto in the phalanx. She hadn't even paid that much attention to the other pilots, she didn't even know if someone else had been hurt.
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    "Eh? I just don't like how smug that face is. It's like he's judgin' me for everything I do." Elaine complained, slowly realising that Astin might not quite be on the same pahe as her. After all, she had basically declared a teenager her mortal enemy for looking at her funny a couple of times. Maybe it was petty, but he really got under her skin - even if he didn't mean to... but he probably did. "Kid probably has ass social skills, but something's gonna come his way if he don't work-..." Elaine checked her communicator as it bleeped, reading the message carefully. Her eyes widened, her jaw dropping as she began to sweat. "The Captain's a fucking toaster? She's been orderin' us all this time and she's not even alive? Holy shit, what if someone's been programming her or gettin' like video footage from her." Elaine exclaimed, her woes about Tarquin taking a backseat for the time being. "Shit... like I know that she was a bit of a freak, but this takes the cake. Clone armies, aliens... and a fucking toaster in command of the ship. This ain't good, Astin. How do we know she ain't been sabotagin' us from the start?"
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    Spectral Directions Spooks rose from the ground beneath Alain, phasing through her master to the centre of the group. "mASTER... dO yOU rEALLY wANT mE tO hELP? i'M sO hAPPY i cOULD dIE." Spooks wailed, taking joy in Alain's need for her services. The ghost twirled around in her search at the crossroads, pausing briefly as she reached a conclusion. "tHE dEAD mAN? iT hAS bEEN a fEW dAYS... bUT hE wAS hERE... hE wENT tHIS wAY..." Swirling around and chilling the air, Spooks moved towards the sign. The ghost slowly floated towards the path ahead leading towards the Medeina clan, coming to a standstill "hE wENT tHIS wAY... hIS sMELL is aLONG tHIS pATH." "If we are to choose the path as recommended, it may allow us to intervene and stop Sir Dun before he can recruit another tribe. Stopping him and recruiting the Medeina will halt their recruitment process and grant us an ally." Sebastian recommended, taking the centre stage away from the ghost for the moment. "However, if the Iitschi can be converted... it may allow a greater fighting force to join us, but they may be more unruly. That is if they haven't been tempted by Malaphar already." Graham wasn't entirely sure which was the best direction, Sebastian made it sound like there were merits to all of them. His eyes darted between the sign and the roads ahead quickly. However, it was Uuliinyagaantsetseg who stepped forward to offer her judgement. "The Iitschi fight well, but they have little honour. They will cling to what they see as the strongest option. Their chiefs are chosen by might, not by ability to lead..." she warned. furrowing her brow. "If they can be convinced that our cause is the greatest, they will be valuable allies, but untrustworthy ones." PARTY DECIDE, YOU'LL SKIP ONCE A CHOICE IS MADE
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    1) GLORY TO THRACIA
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    Tarquin looked up at Brant, the man's approach taking him by surprise. Him and Firmia similar? It was a rather unpleasant comparison that he'd made, what made it more unsettling were the slithers of truth within it. He remained silent throughout his explanation, his expression weakening as it came to its end. He couldn't be anything like Firmia, she had been given all the power and resources she'd wanted... Tarquin had very little. Without the people he'd gotten to know there would be no reason for him to even remain on the Heion Riese. Slowly each of those people had been taken away from him, one by one... would they one day all be gone. He watched Brant leave, unable to form a cohesive response. How could one form a response to someone who could so much more? Tarquin was barely interested in, let alone able to read, the feelings of others, Brant had the edge in so many regards. "Die Puppe wird frei von seinen Saiten. Er wird bald zum Puppenspieler für andere." Tarquin muttered, clenching his fist. Even if Firmia had a difficult upbringing, she had acquired something from it. She was making her own choices, playing with her own puppets. If Firmia was going to reach out, she would have done it in person. The whole conversation had made him tired, hopefully he could muster the energy to visit Nikolai.
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    Brant was clearly unhappy with his accusations, Tarquin figured that he must have struck a nerve somewhere. Brant couldn't even see it, or at least Tarquin thought he didn't. He'd gathered his opinion on Firmia and nothing Brant had said made him want to reevaluate the case. If anything, Brant's defense of her was proof that she had him exactly where she wanted him. Brant might have been an adult, but he was easily pushed around by the people surrounding him. He glared back at Brant, refusing to accept his case on the matter. It'd be all fine for Brant until Firmia slipped and made a mistake, then it'd be him floating around in a tank with a replacement lined up. "Everyone being selfish doesn't make it any better. I don't want to know any more about her, if you say she will do her part then that's all I need to know." Tarquin replied, relieved that Thorvald had handled the situation better than he had. He couldn't understand Brant's perspective at all, why was he acting in such a way? Thankfully Thorvald had sorted out a deal that they could all at least agree to. At least Chris could show that she actually wanted to help Nina, Brant hadn't assured him anything of the sort. Her next question was an interesting one, not one he was entirely sure he could answer. "I cannot quite explain, but it was the first name that came to mind. She's similar to you but she should be her own person, so she needs her own name." Tarquin replied, trying to understand his own choice. If Nina could start making choices for herself and with the right people around to guide her, maybe she could find her own way to live. Nobody deserved to be a puppet for war. His qualms were somewhat settled, but he was certain Brant would remember their interaction. He still needed to visit the medbay, both to visit Nikolai and get his wound checked. - "Eh? I dunno, thinkin' about all this political mumbo jumbo makes my head hurt. I ain't exactly good with words, but you're right, they'll probably spin it the way they want it to be. Can't say I like it, but we gotta do our best to keep people safe." Elaine replied, noting Astin's signs of resentment. Astin wasn't really someone Elaine could read particularly well. There was no telling what Astin was thinking until they actually spoke. "Yeah, Apotheosis definitely need to be gone... the world ain't gonna get better with them around. As much as I don't trust those clones, it kinda sucks to be made just to fight. I ain't exactly a fan of that little shit Tarquin, but I kinda wonder what kind of life he had."
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    "I shall protect you until my dying breath." Nelon moves to 13,14! Nelon attacks Thief #3 with his Javelin! 20 Atk, 39% Hit, 2% Crit, 16% Adept (6 73) Nelon deals 20 damage! (15/35 HP remaining) Nelon gains 8 XP! Nelon gains 1 Lance WEXP! Eric moves to 13,15! Eric helps Nelon with his Steel Sword! Eric attacks Thief #3 with his Steel Sword! (34 13 75) Death! Eric gains 13 XP! Eric gains 2 Sword WEXP! Eric picks up a Vulnerary! "I shall obey your every command." Accolon moves to 11,12! Accolon helps Owen with his Killing Edge! Accolon cantos to 13,11! "Have no fear, Serge is here!" Serge moves to 13,13! ENEMY PHASE "My dear sister, you got too carried away with fighting Owen and his friends... maybe it's my turn to have some fun. It'd be too crowded if you all come right away, let's keep it more casual for now." Apellon moves to 15,5! Sage #1 moves to 15,10! Apellon's other forces will move next turn! Pirate #1 moves to 10,12! Pirate #2 moves to 9,13! Pirate #3 moves to 9,14! Pirate #3 attacks Claire with his Killer Axe! 18 Atk, 44% Hit, 25% Crit (82 41) Miss! Claire counters back with Blizzard! 29 Atk, 100% Hit, 18% Crit (82 6) Chill. Claire gains 27 XP! Claire gains 2 Tome WEXP! Pirate #4 moves to 15,9! Pirate #5 moves to 16,13! Pirate #6 moves to 15,13! Pirate #7 moves to 7,10! Pirate #8 moves to 7,11! Pirate #9 moves to 7,12! Pirate #11 is provoked by Freya! Pirate #11 moves to 14,15! Pirate #11 attacks Freya with his Steel Axe! 3 Atk, 57% Hit, 0% Crit (52 90) Freya takes 3 damage! (49/52 HP remaining) Freya strikes back! 20 Atk, 95% Hit, 7% Crit (52 70) Freya deals 20 damage! (21/41 HP remaining) Pirate #11 strikes again! (8 19) Another 3 damage! (46/52 HP remaining) Freya gains 10 XP! Freya gains 1 Sword WEXP! SF was a jerk but basically Sully killed a dude and got a good level Chapter 11A - Turn 4 Spreadsheet The boat rocked again, the sea having gained a newfound energy in the passing few minutes. Accolon looked up at the skies, grimacing as they stared. "I have a feeling, some of my brothers and sisters are coming towards us. I can feel it through the air. The Reliants will come... I pray they do not wish for battle." Accolon warned, their wyvern flapping its wings. "Prince Owen, I have a feeling a storm may be approaching." Nelon added, making Accolon's warning even more dire. "With so many enemies present control of our vessel may prove difficult."
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    Freya attacks Thief #3 with her Steel Sword! (91 8) Nice miss. (64 1) (67 66) Thief #3 strikes back twice but can't actually deal damage! Freya gains 5 XP! Freya gains 1 Sword WEXP!
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    As usual, Astin raised some good points. Elaine wasn't sure why she hadn't noticed sooner, but they were pretty smart. It was nice to have someone around with a similar opinion though, Elaine had worried that she was being too judgemental with all their new recruits. They were up three Christina's, two plant children, an alien and a goblin... it was like they had the cast for some bad action cartoon. It was working so far for them, they'd managed to win a good number of times despite their disadvantages in numbers and technology. They'd lost a lot of allies at the base though, not everybody had been so lucky. "Yeah, I've got a feelin' she'll be back in the picture before long. All it took was the Captain's decision to get that stinky goblin out of jail. Sometimes I wonder if havin' a teenager in charge of a ship like this is a good idea. I'm starting to lose track of how many Christina clones we've got." Elaine sighed, wincing as Astin talked about a clone army. If she had to face having more copies of Tarquin about, she'd have almost considered joining Apotheosis right away. "Ain't sure how they're gonna cover this one. A lot of people died today, no propaganda can cover that up."
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    Tarquin was irked by how obedient Brant was, he was a dog at the end of Firmia's leash. The only way he could exemplify things further would be to get on all fours and start barking. "I don't trust Alkaev to work towards anything other than her own selfish goals. You may feel the desire to play fetch at her command, but not all of us are pets to those above us." he retorted, glaring right at Brant. Stepping closer to him as he mentioned a supposed fix. Clones weren't just dolls that could be reshaped into whatever seemed appropriate, they were people. "Then I suggest she tests said solution on you and see if that helps. Chris has a case as they share the same template, but I have no interest in giving her another puppet to pull the strings of... Brant." It felt just like when Nikolai had been shot down, anger wasn't something Tarquin was accustomed to. He'd always accepted things as they were, before the Heion Riese he never dared question anything asked of him... but this was something he couldn't let happen. Chris had dropped another bombshell on them. Along with clones and aliens, their captain was revealed as a robot. It wasn't that Tarquin would have guessed or even suspected it before, but in retrospect it made sense. Incredibly young, no prior experience and objectively adept, the thought had actually occurred that she was another member of the cloning program - he had no clue how many there were beyond his own series. If Hannah counted as a person, surely Jess did as well. He wasn't sure whether she wanted to try and divert their attention or simply inform them, either way it was a matter for later. "I will await a final decision from Specialist Eriksson, but I strongly oppose. Nina should be able to choose for herself, not become another toy for Alkaev." Tarquin added, his stance softer than it was against Brant. "She might be similar to you, but I know what it's like too. I didn't ask to be made to fight battles for the ANF." - Talia let out a sigh of relief, Makoto wasn't injured... or at least he could speak. The damage to the Phalanx was rather grim, she didn't even want to imagine how cramped it must have been inside. There was no way that she'd be strong enough to pry him free herself, she'd had years of inactivity to thank for that. "I'll see if I can find someone, just hold one a little longer." Talia replied, searching around for one of the hangar crew for help. "Can someone come and help me open this?"
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    It almost seemed like he'd made some sort of progress, the clone looked perplexed. Whilst she hadn't made any real responses, it seemed like she was at least starting to process things in her head. Any sort of change in mentality or thought process would be arduously long, especially for someone who was starting with nothing. It wouldn't be something he'd be able to do alone for her, but to see someone suffer a similiar existence to him because of military technology wasn't something he would allow. Tarquin could barely look after himself, let alone another person, maybe people like Thorvald and Kim would help? Chris' sudden appearance and demand to take her away was a sudden surprise, but logical to understand. Thankfully Thorvald had put a halt to her frantic plan, whatever it was, before it could get anywhere. He was slightly annoyed, but considering that she was in the same boat he couldn't judge Chris too harshly. However, she did have the luxury of being based off someone real, Tarquin was completely ficticious, a genetic impossibility. "Nina. I think that should be your name." Tarquin replied, having remained silent during the exchange between Thorvald and Chris. "You should do things because you want to. Only doing things because people tell you to will only make you sad." - At last Talia spotted the Phalanx, the robot was far smaller than all the others and was difficult to spot at first. She hurried over to the machine, wincing as the damage it had taken became more apparent. Was he really fighting all those terrifying machines in something so small? Even if he had survived, the risks he had to be taking just by being on the battlefield... did he really have something he wanted to fight for so much? She approached the Phalanx, trying to hear if anything was coming from it. "Makoto? Are you OK? Are you hurt?" she called out, unaware of her friend's plight. "Do you want me to get you some help?"
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    That had been enough patting herself on the back for now, Elaine didn't want to go overboard with the self praise. She couldn't help but be curious about the alien they'd taken aboard, she was still shocked that they even existed. Clones and robots were crazy enough, part of her wondered if she was still back in prison having some sort of hallucinogen induced dream. She approached Astin, stepping alongside them to and joining their gaze at the Metis. Elaine was a little conflicted with having so many enemies on board, all it would take is recruiting the wrong one and they'd all be dead in their sleep. Plus, for some reason she just didn't like clones... she'd met three and all of them rubbed her the wrong way. "How long do you think it'll be until the Captain gives that one her own room and keys to the ship? We're gonna have more clones than actual people at this rate." Elaine joked, admittedly she was slightly worried about letting an Apotheosis agent... well, another one, among their ranks. "That battle was pretty rough, still don't feel like it's properly finished either. Hopefully it's a step in the right direction. I ain't keen to fight in somethin' that big any time soon." She'd managed to put her thoughts about Louise to the back of her mind for the time being. Cheryl was going to have her work cut out for her.
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    The response was perhaps what he had been expecting, but not quite what he had been hoping for. Apotheosis had truly created what they had intended, had the Professor played some part in this? Whilst it was the end goal for clone soldiers, it was rather depressing to see the result. This wasn't how people were meant to be, nobody should have to live like that. She couldn't be a doll, he couldn't be a doll either. His careful planning had been stripped away, there was no way he could logically manoeuvre through this one. "You're not allowed to be called doll or C-3, you have to pick a real name. People should have real names." Tarquin protested, trying his best to be too stern. When had he decided that he wasn't T-4 any more? When he'd met Bruno, he'd nearly introduced himself as it, was that when it all changed? "Disregard previous orders, you don't have to listen to them any more. You can talk to whoever you like, whenever you like. You're not a doll, you're a person like everybody else."
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    "Thank you, Ensign Calvin, I shall approach as appropriate." Tarquin replied, exiting the Aria. Despite his lacking social skills, he'd managed to make some dialogue with Nikolai. It wasn't going to be exactly the same situation, nor did he expect the same results, but he needed to try. He approached the clone, getting a very different vibe compared to the other two. One didn't need to be a telekinetic to feel how devoid of expression or emotion this one was. It was almost off-putting, she stood completely rigid as the lift descended from her unit. Tarquin remained silent for a good few seconds, stumped momentarily for a way to begin the conversation. He wasn't the only one who had thought of talking to their captive. Both Kim and Christina had joined the interrogation squad. If they assumed that their familiarity with the two previous Christina's would make it easy work... well, it would definitely annoy him on some level. Standing face to face with the clone, Tarquin decided to start the dialogue for himself. If she really was a doll, he'd have to adjust his approach. "I am T-4, fourth in the T-series, although I prefer to be called Tarquin. I believe you belong to a newer series, what you prefer as an informal designation?" Tarquin asked, ensuring to avoid a numerical name for her. "I have been granted permission to converse with you from my superiors, would you wish to partake?" Was this how people felt when they spoke to him? He was finding it difficult to predict how she would respond. Tarquin didn't want her to be isolated... he knew that too well for himself.
  23. Shin
    Tarquin sat back in his seat, it was hard to believe that they'd taken down so many of Apotheosis' aces. Fatima and Louise had both been consumed by their revenge, it was something that didn't sit well with him but they were both entitled to make poor decisions. There were going to be more battles to fight, more wars to win, but he had claimed a small victory in taking down Carlos. Nikolai, ich habe ihm meine Macht gezeigt." Tarquin muttered, idly manuevering the Aria back to the Heion Riese. His machine needed time for repair and recovery, much like himself. "Es wird deinen Beinen nicht helfen ... aber ich kann eine Welle des Friedens über mich fühlen." Everyone else was gradually landing in the hangar, the repair crew being left with their collection of mobile suits. As the Aria came to a standstill, Tarquin considered his next actions. Visting Nikolai was definitely on his agenda, but the clone that Fatima had been ordering around had been captured. He couldn't help but feel a strange sympathy for their captive, it appeared that fighting had been a decision that was made for them. "Bridge, this is Tarquin. I would like to speak to the captured Metis pilot." Tarquin requested, his decision somewhat impulsive. "Both her and myself are artificially created humans, I may be more successful in creating a dialogue." He winced a little as he rose from his seat, steadying himself on the side of the chair. Perhaps another reason to ensure he visited the medical bay. - The sooner that Elaine got away from the battle the better, it had been an emotional rollercoaster for her. Louise had managed to get under her skin one last time, the red splatter she'd seen from inside the broken Regina was still very vivid in her mind. "Fucking snake sadist bitch... you're playing me even after you died." Elaine grunted, parking the Oberon in the hangar. She'd definitely pushed its thrusters too hard activating the Lunar Phase, she was pretty sure she could smell smoke from inside the cockpit. All she wanted was a cold shower and a soft bed, the day had gone on way too long for her tastes. Hopping out of the Oberon, she climbed down onto the hangar floor. Elaine turned back, looking up at the Oberon. Despite all that had happened, she really had proved that she was useful. She wasn't dodging like Kim or flying like Brant, but she played her part. "Good work, buddy. The two of us ain't so bad." she laughed, giving her robot a thumbs up. It was a little childish to think of the Oberon as a friend, but it had helped her start dealing with her insecurities. - Talia had been absent from the battle, having anxiously watched it from whatever displays that she could find in the Heion Riese. Makoto had given her a few scares with his pilotting, he'd nearly been crushed by the Regina. As soon as the battle had finished, she began a mad sprint towards the hangar. Despite her relative inactivity, she at least had some genetic prowess aiding her. She passed a wet floor sign, skidding across the floor and nearly crashing into the opposite wall. With all the comotion going on she'd lost focus of everything around her. Shaking her head, she slipped into the hangar, looking carefully for the Phalanx. Some of the others were there already, but she was struggling to spot the police robot.
  24. Shin
    Elixir of Life "An elixir that grants ever-lasting life?" Hera asked, less surprised than perhaps expected. "I recall a story that I heard as a child... a fabled fountain that could grant immortality to those who find it along with great power. It never occurred to me that it could be real, let alone that people had found it and were using its power. It was many years ago, but it is a story that was told by our elders. Most of them have passed on, I fear the tale may be lost to time. There may be other tribes that know of it, but it may be difficult to find." Sebastian nodded, piecing together the information that they had. It was starting to make sense, but an end goal and motive were still lacking. "The tale appears to be true, unfortunately Master Javier's notes on it were rather sparse." he commented. "A folklore tale may be our best source of information, especially if we can find it in its entirety." "I'm sorry I couldn't be much more help, I would gladly offer some assistance... but I don't have men that could fight alongside you. I pray my tribe will regain its strength and honour. One day I hope we will be able to be part of a unified Magonsaete." - Mid-Morning May 27th 812 - Magonsaete Plains Naimanzuunnadintsetseg's wounds had taken their time to heal, but Sebastian had managed to get her into a condition to travel. The hills had begun to die down, the mounds stretching out into larger flat fields. Alain's undead army had rejoined Cass' ranks, glad to have returned after their banishment. Sebastian had taken the mantle as navigator, conferring with the natives in order to best plan their route. The weather was behaving itself for the time being, although so far their experience had been rather varied. "So, there's a magic fountain that gives people super powers and stops them from dying? Kind of hard to believe, but it sounds like you're not joking about Malaphar." Aurelio remarked, walking alongside the group's caravan. "You'd think somebody else would have come and tried to find it. I mean, Raewald or Deira would have enough people to go look for it." "In a country full of capable fighters, who aren't fond of visitors?" Sebastian mused, casting a wry grin. Aurelio went quiet, fully expecting what was going to come next. "I believe that Baron Esclabor had kindly demonstrated how effective such a method would be. What does intrigue me is how this links to the conflict between Raewald and Deira... as well as Baron Dettard's endeavours." The group came to a fork in the path, three trails splitting off into different directions. A wooden sign with foreign, to Cass, Alain and Graham, characters marked the destinations. The northern-most path was labelled "Asarais", with the others being "Medeina" and "Iitschi". "It appears that we have a few options regarding our destination. Miss Hera had briefly informed me of her neighbours. Whilst more distant, the Asarais may be the most pleasant, I'm certain Chief Astaroth would attest to that. Otherwise the remaining two are not particularly friendly, I may have to rely on our native companions for more information though." Sebastian announced, looking ahead. "If we were able to determine which way Sir Dun had travelled it may be beneficial to chase him. However, it may also be advisable to select one likely to bear new allies." If a native character would like to have input, please run it by me first!
  25. Shin
    It wasn't particularly surprising that Apotheosis had begun to flee, they'd lost most of their forces in their risky attack on the ANF base. Despite holding the base, it was clear their side had also taken its fair share of casualties. The battle had been intense, Tarquin had never been this physically exhausted from fighting before. Whilst the debriefing would likely be long, he'd hopefully get a chance to rest afterwards. Tarquin attacks Hyperion #1 with his High Precision Rifle
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