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[sup]Current Location: Valkyrie Dropship - Interacting With: None[/sup]
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[color=gray][i]Five minutes.[/i]

The loud hum of the Valkyrie shook Brigan in his boots. Brigan's gear rattled as the dropship flew through acidic rain, escorting the Elysians to what might be their doom. Regardless, the guardsman wasn't scared by any means, having already made his peace with the Emperor long ago through blasting apart the guts of his sworn enemies back on Stiri III. Retaking the planet from heretics had been a costly battle--one that saw the loss of Brigan's longtime comrade Milla, now formerly of the 37th. The two of them had been in the same boot camp together, their synergy working well until a heretic's grenade coated Brigan in the blood of his partner. Brigan was horrified at the display, but it was enough to change him entirely.

Deciding to take the burden of being the first one on the front lines, Brigan leaped over the barricades and charged the heretics, soon routing due to the guardsman's sudden bravado. Yet long after the battle, the burden had grown larger. The higher ups had commemorated Brigan on his heroics acts, from leaping first out of a Valkyrie or being the first one to charge onto the front lines, but they seemed to have wanted to play a cruel joke on the guardsman. Kyllan, his new companion, was inexperienced, and everyone knew fresh blood was usually the first to die on the battlefield. Brigan was worried for the lad, and hoped he could at least hold his own. Still, Brigan didn't want to doom himself into becoming a full time worrywart, and so he waited with both mind and soul, ready to leap into battle once Sergeant Felder gave 1/3/E the order to jump.[/color]

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