[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]I don't intend to prattle about. This mission is no longer mines,[/i][/color] thought Astral while he observed the chaos from a spot not as clearly visible below. There was a wild wind so far up. It pulled at his strands of hair, hoping to grasp them and whip in front of his mako-imbued eyes. But they did very little in that regard. 

Astral was far from afraid of Scarlet but he also didn't particularly enjoy being scolded. His 1st Class rank gave him certain liberties, one of which was an entitlement to the illusion of [i]true[/i] freedom. A freedom that allowed him to vanish, to disappear and reappear whenever he liked.

[color=silver][b]"Its too ... crowded."[/b][/color] he mused, sitting himself down on the very thin beam of rustic metal. There wasn't much room for a dragon of his size to step about.[/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 nodded once. [color=lightblue][b]"W-Will do, Commnader."[/b][/color] 

He started off in the direction of commotion, where SOLDIERS were either finishing off the traitors or fussing amongst themselves.
However, he paused in his tracks; thinking about that lone, hurt figure his Commander had become in those baffling woods. His brows furrowed a bit but he straightened them out before leaving and said, [color=lightblue][b]"Good luck, Commander."[/b][/color]

[center][b] * * * [/b][/center]

A dozen or so minutes later and Beryl had assembled the remaining SOLDIERS and with a bit of authority and effort; got them to stand in a line. He followed suit as well while awaiting the Commander's return.[/indent]