[b]Tartys[/b]

It was hard to tell what Tartys was more satisfied by, the fact that they had won the battle, or the fact that she no longer had to stick around near the sea. Certainly she was more comfortable back in heaven, and her wings ruffled at just the thought of going near that place again. If it weren't for her magic then cleaning up after that whole battle would have been quite a pain, one that she had no regrets in skipping. 

Her feet clicked against the shimmering marble of Celestia as she headed towards the throne room to meet with the Imperator herself, to report in after this previous battle. She would have been there earlier but had a few things to take care of in the aftermath of their sea battle. Hopefully she hadn't missed too much, nor earned the ire of the Imperator for the delay. She knew that their leader was busy, and that vibrancy after victory should not be tainted by a gaffe that earned her dishonor. 

Passing by Iona, she shot the woman a nod before moving for the throne room itself. Almost seamlessly she stepped within and joined Toraq and Omega near the center of the room, kneeling and bowing before her ruler. "Your grace," she said respectfully, waiting for whatever the Imperator would have to say about their recent performance. 

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[b]Endian[/b]

The return from the sea was....unsatisfactory, as far as Endian was concerned, something she could ruminate on as she relaxed in a repair station to fix the damage from the acid and the rescue mission. She only paid half attention to that though, processors working to track individuals, resources, and to analyze the footage of the recent battle. There was a lot of reason to.

Needless to say, her performance in the recent battle had been lacking in several aspects. Some of the events had been outside of her control to be fair, but it was obvious that she had been far too lenient in allowing other participants in the battle to act without direction. Even Grafdakka had harmed their cause through his loose cannon antics to pursue a fight rather than focus on the objective. She had hardly distinguished herself in combat either. Perhaps the retrieval of Bastion was the one bright spot, but it was very dim in the consideration of the overall tide of the war. 

A frown graced her features as she did so. At this rate it seemed like she would be due to be scrapped at some point, replaced with a more efficient model. She supposed that she was lucky Stark had not simply executed her on the field rather than allow her to retreat with the Contender for her disgraceful performance. And really, she couldn't blame them for making that sort of decision, given how much of a hindrance she had been to the war effort. 

Before she could get much farther though a message popped up in her view, the High Queen requesting her presence. A sigh escaped as Endian ceased the stations functions, a rueful smile gracing her lips. "Well, I suppose this is the end for me then," she muttered to herself before charting a course for the throne room, soon arriving and standing at attention before the High Queen, with a nod to Marquis. Time to wait for everyone else, and then they would see what happened next. 

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