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[h1][color=999999]Wolf[/color][/h1][/center]

The Inquisitor didn't stay in Hyperion long after he had respawned. He didn't even report to Eos in person. Instead he made a beeline to the nearest shuttle and flew to the farthest point he could; the frozen Northern border. 

Trudging through the bloody snow, Wolf looked upon the war torn landscape and wondered, perhaps this is where he should have been. Not fighting among the Nexuses greatest, but with the grunts and fodder who use their lives to hold meaningless borders. After all, isn’t that all his efforts amounted too last battle?

In truth, Wolf was beginning to question his worth as a soldier in general. Here he was the product of hundreds of years of research and technology, a supposed perfect combination of man and machine, and yet after two missions he had accomplished nothing. He didn't even have a kill to his name. Maybe The Inquisition was wrong to think he was ready for this. Maybe he shouldn't have even… Wait what the hell? Was that Alexi?

Wolf's train of thought was suddenly halted when he picked up the essence of the Knight of Winter. Curious as to why she was out here, he followed her essence to find the mage playing some sort of schoolyard game and talking to the remains of the fallen.

[color=999999]“What in the name of Eos are you doing out here?”[/color] Wolf shouted as he approached the young Knight. [color=999999]“This is one of the most active war zones in the Nexus! This is no place for...Oh forget it. Like I'm in any position to judge your skill.”[/color]

Dropping his stoic posture Wolf slouched forward before taking a seat on what used to be the arm of a mech. [color=999999]“So what are you doing out here?”[/color] He asked with genuine curiosity. [color=999999]“There are plenty of souls in Hyperion to talk to. I'm sure you'd much prefer them to those departed.”[/color]

[@The 42nd Gecko]