[h1][color=brown]Hugo Tarblatt[/color][/h1]
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[indent][b][i]November 19, 1:52 AM
Northeastern proximity[/i][/b][/indent]

"The field reports say it's over, Master Tarblatt."

Hugo and his adjutant stood before the scene of the attack, surveying it.

[color=brown]"I want a detachment of any available Tier Ones and Twos to head out and make sure the surrounding area is cleaned of bodies and signs of battle."[/color]

"Yes, Master Tarblatt."

[color=brown]"And get me the confirmed kills and casualties report as soon as you can once that's done."[/color]

"Of course."

The adjutant turned away and began walking back towards the northeastern passageway. Hugo, however, remained. He stood there and looked at the bodies, of both Fifty-Eighters and his own Engineers. Many Tier Twos were at work collecting the bodies to be disposed of later, and tending to the wounded. A good few Voldoans who had come to assist in the defense effort were also present. He'd have to commend the lot of them for the act.

As he continued to scan the scene, an unsettling thought crept into his mind. This was perhaps the largest attack on the city ever, and he still wasn't sure if any survivors were left. In the past, they'd always been certain. But now...

He dreaded the thought of enacting the only contingency he knew of. He knew what it would mean for Voldoa and its people, human and otherwise. 

In this moment, he was trapped in a cloud of uncertainty. But he knew one thing.

He had to keep this city safe.

He had to keep it hidden.