[b][center][color=#50C878]Cyneric Abelli[/color]
Scout
[u][i]The Sky Mariner[/i][/u]
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	[color=#50C878][b]"A painting?"[/b][/color] He replied, at least he wasn't the only one that brought something rather normal.
[b]"Did you bring silverware? You know, just in case the God Child wants to eat the cake right then and there. Come to think of it, I've never seen a God Child eat anything. Hope it likes cake."[/b] She said.
[color=#50C878][b]"Ah."[/b][/color] He simply replied, he never considered if God Children even ate, he just assumed they did. He hoped they did too. He cleared his throat, [color=#50C878][b]"yeah, plastic ones. Maybe I should have brought some fancy stainless steel ones."[/b][/color] He thought aloud, [color=#50C878][b]"didn't think it was that important since, traditionally, you eat this cake with wafer cookies."[/b][/color] Cyrenic explained.
[b]"Sorry, I've got shit manners. Nacia Jarno. Gunner."[/b] She extended her hand. Cyrenic took it and shook her hand with a firm grip. [b]"I've seen that before. Back when Zaitsev was running me through combat trials, he had me spar with a couple of guys that had that same patch. Tough SOBs I tell ya. What's it supposed to represent anyway? The globe, the parachute, the lightning bolt, and the star?" [/b]
[color=#50C878][b]"Cyrenic Abelli, Combat Controller. Well they put 'scout' on my papers, and everyone calls me a 'scout', and I can do scout duties, but still. Combat Controller."[/b][/color] He introduced himself with a hint of pride and emphasis. He was proud of it, out of the whole Snowstone military only a handful of Combat Controllers were in active service, less than four hundred. He made the cut when so many couldn't. [color=#50C878][b]"It's the patch of the Combat Controllers, well, a formal one. Its our flash on our berets, and for a moment like this, normally my superiors would order me to slap on my dress blues and my beret. But since I'm not officially part of their army anymore, they can't tell me what and what not to wear."[/b][/color] He explained with a toothy grin. [color=#50C878][b]"Ah, back on topic, the patch itself... well nobody ever told me. I was one of the youngest controllers to make it through the pipeline and somehow, as a unit, they all agreed to leave that bit of history out when lecturing me. Telling me to figure it out on my own as some kind of joke. So far I've got that the parachute represents the airborne infantry, and the star represents the pathfinders, which we evolved from."[/b][/color] He pointed to the parachute and star. [color=#50C878][b]"To be honest it's kind of fun tr-"[/b][/color]

	Cyrenic was cut off by the intercom, their pilot informing them of some 'turbulence'. The scout quickly fastened his seatbelt then gripped the barrel of his rifle and held the cooler by its handle. He knew that tone of voice in pilots, that cool, calm demeanor that didn't suggest any form of danger. [color=#50C878][b]"I hate crashes."[/b][/color] He muttered. He looked back to Nacia, [color=#50C878][b]"Better brace just in case."[/b][/color] In just a few moments, the whole vessel rolled. Drinks spilled and glasses shattered against the ground. Cyrenic lifted his cooler and made sure the cake wasn't rattled around. He heard shouts of surprise from people who were too slow to strap in, or were too big to. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed that the ceiling holographic display had zoomed in on a firefight, that was quickly over in just a split second. The Sky Mariner leveled out and Cyrenic let his grip on his rifle and cooler loosen. After the pilot explained that there was 30 minutes left to their destination, the scout looked over to Nacia to check up on her. [color=#50C878][b]"You okay? We're pretty lucky to have an escort like that."[/b][/color] cocking his head towards the ceiling.