[b]Michael Faye[/b]
Michael had finally finished: a simple, yet striking post detailing the new alliance between the Crimson Harleys and the other color guilds. The terms were simple: don't attack players of any other guild (save the Strykers) and work together with the other guilds to push back against the Strykers. Michael leaned back in his chair and sighed. He looked around his room, uniform pieces and personal wear were scattered over the floor.

"Laundry day's tomorrow..."

He sighed and leaned back in his chair to look at the ceiling, "Maybe I should do some recruiting." He closed his eyes for a minute or so and lurched forward, pulling himself to his feet with a groan. He walked over to his bed and laid down on it and closed his eyes to begin the full-dive process.

[b]Stuffed Rabbit - Red King[/b]
When she woke up she was in a familiar building - the Harley's HQ. It seemed much quieter than usual today. Ranks had dwindled since the President's address, she figured, they certainly seem like the winning side. She crossed the room and pulled back a curtain to look down at the street below. A curious sight caught her eye - in the distance she saw a faint outline trailing through the sky. It wasn't uncommon to see players 'blasting off,' particularly newbies. 

Rabbit shrugged and opened the window, jumping out of it onto the rooftop below. She had built herself up as an agility type and roof-running was one of her strong suits. Most of her skills are passive buffs and she preferred it that way - they may be weaker in the long run, but in her mind it would be better to always have a weak boon than to have a powerful boon and not be able to use it when she needed to.

She had reached the top of the building just above where the mine had been set off. The noob came down fast and hit the ground hard. He bounced and Rabbit visibly grimaced, it reminded her of her first days in Deep Ground. She giggled and decided to follow him along the rooftop as he ran away from the sniper's nest. 

When he had finally stopped she got a good read on him - Grim Buccaneer. The name had been relayed to her a few times, an extremely resilient guy. No deaths, no kills either. Level 1, with no guild affiliation. 

A second player approached him, pretty calmly - Solitary Watcher. He didn't have much of a reputation. Seemed like a fairly average player. No guild, either. Level 5, the Harleys could use more mid-levels to flesh out their ranks. 

If there was ever such a thing as divine intervention, it would have to be these two. The perfect chance to do some early-war conscription. Rabbit dropped down from the rooftop, landing with a very subtle tap. She closed her eyes and beamed brightly at the two, "Hello there!"

She opened one eye and pointed to Grim Buccaneer, "Nice bounce back there, rookie."

"I couldn't help but notice that you don't have a guild... that's a shame. But! Lucky for you, there's one recruiting right now! The Crimson Harleys! There's no better place for you in the days ahead, it's going to be full-blown war soon, so you might as well join now and we can get you up and swinging in no time! Hehe!"

She clapped her hands together and pointed to Solitary Watcher, "What about you, hm? We're always looking for mid-levels. The backbone of the army to fight against the Strykers and their legion of crazy nonsense."

She held her arm out straight towards the both of them and winked, "So! How about it?"