[center][h3]A Job To Do[/h3][/center]
[center]ChickenTeriyaki,[@Themerlinhawk][/center]
[center]Megelis, Nathan, Michael[/center]
[center]Day 1, Morning[/center]
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Nathan sat on his chair, his elbows perched on his table. He was eating a microwaved meal of Mac'n Cheese. He was short on money, and he had to do with the cheap food they sold at the nearby convenience store. Michael, his ever-as-annoying workmate, sat in a chair not far away. His rank was rather low, so he did not have his own office to maintain. He was examining the railgun Nathan had crafted yesterday. Nathan needed it as a model for the weapons that he was going to produce for General Dino and his merry men.

[color=mediumslateblue]"This is high-level technology. You know, stuff like these cost a fortune at the malls..."[/color]

[color=lightgreen]"I'm not letting you have it. You'll just fire it at your annoying orc neighbor or something."[/color]

[color=mediumslateblue]"Why?"[/color]

The tone of Michael's voice did not echo his disappointment. In fact, he followed it up with one of his signature shit-eating grins.

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[color=lightgreen]"Cut it out. Don't even think of leaving my office with that piece of art."[/color]

[color=mediumslateblue]"Hey, do you remember when you cast an illusion of the door and made me walk into it? You could give the railgun to me, and we'll be even."[/color]

[color=lightgreen]"I did that in retaliation. Didn't you put wasabi in my coffee prior to that?"[/color]

[color=mediumslateblue]"Oh, yeah! Hahahahahahaha!"[/color]

Just then, Nathan heard a knock on the door. He opened it to reveal the figure of a tall and robust man. He wore a neatly-shaved beard, and his slightly long hair was draped gracefully behind his face. A slight glance from him inspired respect from the other workers.

Megelis Altoris, Ex-Ranger Captain of The Korvan Striders. He began to speak:

"Nathan, we got a job, mate."

[color=lightgreen]"Well, I've got to supply our fellow soldiers with weapons for the upcoming raid on Stygian Blade foothold. I've got a cramped schedule, but I do know somebody who doesn't."[/color]

Nathan turned towards Michael. Michael's smile had vanished, and he was seen to be examining the railgun in great detail.

[color=lightgreen]"This guy."[/color]

Michael, having heard Nathan, turned to face Megelis. His smile reappeared, and he raised his left hand to salute the swordsman.

[color=lightgreen]"Michael Solis, from the Order of Blades. He doesn't even have a schedule, so I strongly suggest that you send [i]him[/i]."[/color]

[color=mediumslateblue]"I haven't eaten breakfast yet."[/color]

[color=lightgreen]"No excuses!"[/color]