[center][sub][color=#B9BABC]THE BAR[/color]		[color=d8996d]Ezra Malchut[/color]		Recruits of Doral[/sub][/center]
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Ezra felt himself land upon something cold, hard, and damp, a feeling of general discomfort come over him. Worst of all was the great darkness that permeated everywhere, only the dislocator’s vague light giving off any sort of radiance. He took a look around amidst the darkness and realized that he must have been in some kind of bar. His nose took a whiff of the atmosphere, and the smell of cheap spirits was abound, permeating everywhere. 

He saw that his companions were there as well. He also saw someone down there who was a stranger to him, who he knew even less of than these two strangers he now was to call his companions. He spoke, and Ezra listened. He apparently worked for the army, and the unpleasant landing here was due to some incompetence about repairs. The important thing, however, was what he wanted. There were three individuals that this spy wanted. Ezra hoped that among them was the individual he wanted.

Ezra wanted to get to work immediately, and he didn’t want any getting in his way if his task did not exactly conform. He had but a single hint, which was only a single letter he had received long ago from an anonymous source. Its vagueness was aggravating, but it had told him to come here, to Doral. Now he was here, and he was going to see this through.

“Well, I’ll be seeing all of you, then,” said Ezra.

And then he left, and no protestations would have stopped him. This place was, just as he had thought, a dive bar, where cheap liquor and spirits were being served. At the bar were men and women sitting upon creaky old dark wooden bar stalls the color of dark chocolate cushioned by a small and thin mattress of a faded white color. Throughout this dive bar were round tables and arm-less chairs of that same color like dark chocolate. The people situated throughout were varied, yet something was in all of them that revealed they belonged there. Many had the look of hardened criminals and convicts and other shady individuals, while others had the look of roving merchants, gunslingers, and drifters and wanderers whose experiences gave them hard eyes. 

[center][sub][color=#B9BABC]THE FIELDS[/color]		[color=1a7b30]Jaina Madison[/color]		Nexus Reactor[/sub][/center]
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The guardians had headed to the Reactor, and Jaina gladly followed alongside them. She held her gun in her hands, her fingers a safe distance to the trigger. This atmosphere was foreboding indeed, so Jaina kept a close eye on everything around her, even the faintest movement from dead grass. Nearby, there was the army, who could at least provide a much-needed assistant role for her and the guardians, although in truth the bulk of this mission was to be their responsibility.

Out from the shadows jumped a myriad of Mordrem, their figures obscured from within the darkness. Yet their forms were clearly seen, and their numbers even more apparent, although it was fortunate that they were only of the weaker kind. First the army began their assault upon them, and destroyed them thoroughly enough through their firepower that what remained afterwards were only the remnants which the guardians could dispatch.

The first of the Guardians to launch an assault was Ollie with his bow. Jaina decided that she would naturally follow suit. Holding up her assault rifle to aim, she shot at the darkened figures of the Mordrem, her aim that of a sharpshooter’s. Holes from her bullets emerged within them, and then they fell down to the ground. Soon the battle came to a close, as there appeared no more Mordrem to dispose of. 

Now they went onwards, into the Reactor itself. Ollie was the one who opened the door and the first to grace his footing upon the steel floor. Inside there was little light, and darkness seemed to permeate every corner, but Jaina knew nonetheless that they would manage. Her companions were guardians after all. It was not Jaina’s decision what happened next, but she would accept whatever it was.

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In Doral, Ezra arrives. After speaking towards the army operative, Ezra quickly departs, and takes a look at the bar. At the Nexus Reactor, Jaina follows her companions, first shooting up some Mordrem and then arriving within the Reactor.
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