[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/x41scuh.png?1[/img][hr][b]Name:[/b] Astral Diamonia [b]Role:[/b] SOLDIER 1 [b]Location:[/b] Junon [b]Tag:[/b] [@Sudkurve] [@Tenma Tendo] [@Zarkun] [@Double][/center][hr] [indent][color=silver][i]Should have trusted my gut,[/i][/color] he thought mutely. There was a reason, he believed feverishly, that First Class SOLDIERs had all but operated independently. Get too many together and colossal damage was soon to follow. Individually they were worth over a thousand infantrymen and rightfully so, however, teamwork was often out of the question without a complimenting plan behind it. He let out a rare air of frustration, one deep and rich. The higher ups would chew them out and above anything, he hated being reminded of the First Class illusion. They weren't really free after all. Though it was pleasant dream, the bulk of them would in for a wakeup call soon. Astral took a step back in order to leave. But paused with minor contemplation for the destruction of Sister Ray before continuing on pass Laphicet and back down the accessway. [color=silver][b]"Toughen up, Little One. You will surely experience worse than this."[/b][/color] Not a moment too late, as he strode down the ruined stairs, his Comm came to life. His eyes tightened as he answered it. [color=silver][b]"Diamonia, answering."[/b][/color] The unruly noise in the background, the scrambling, and the monotone command given had in a way, loosened a screw in him. [color=silver][i]Yea,[/i][/color] he admitted to himself once again. [color=silver][i]I'm not free... yet.[/i][/color][/indent][hr] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/OTy5ZmU.png[/img][hr][b]Name:[/b] Beryl Vagrant [b]Role:[/b] SOLDIER 3 [b]Location:[/b]Bone Village [b]Tag:[/b] [@Karl Kadaver] [@Sarcelle Renard][/center][hr] [indent]Beryl had brought his Katana close and horizontal in order to dissuade the pursuit of fake SOLDIER. He seen the reflection of his mako-hued eyes, he also noticed the chaos ruling behind The Commander and himself. He would have pondered how corrupted Shinra was if not for the dire situation currently consuming him. Like a true-blue idiot, he had sent a wave of materia-concentrated water towards the helicopter. That in itself wasn't daft, what was was not anticipating his ally's own movements. If he could, he would bound himself to a tree for five days and four nights. An imposter rushed forward, his generic sword raised high to hack down his defense. Beryl rushed forward to pit his strength against the man's. The two swords weren't of the same caliber, neither were the imposter's and his own power. The edge of his Katana slid across the man's torso, digging half-way in before being ripped out. A slithering of blood remained on it but that act of dispatching one of them had opened up a path to Beryl. He looked for The Commanders. [color=lightblue][b]"We've lost one of our own, Commander. What now?"[/b][/color][/indent]