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[h3][color=CAC100]Anselmo Date 2353-08-14
            Location: The Wild World, Outpost ZT-141, 'Treehouse' [/color][/h3]
A cloaked and masked figure sat atop one of the cargo crates that encompassed the edges of the convoy.  They weren't about to be transported, they were merely in storage, unlike what they were taking with them.  In its hands, this figure had a whetstone and a lethally sharp blade, which was idly being sharpened further.  It was passing the time by quietly watching the others as they had arrived, the only sound produced by it being the regular [i]shink[/i]ing of wear being taken off a sword.  That was, until, it sheathed the weapon on its back and hopped from the crate, approaching the man at the edge of the platform and speaking in a distinctly feminine voice, despite the muffling from her mask.  [color=CAC100]"Commander Cross, I think we may be wasting daylight at this point."[/color]  She took a brief pause to size him up properly.  Jake was tall, rugged, but not hard to look at either.  He pulled it off well, and his composition showed that he had little issue leading this mission.  Something about him inspired confidence in others, evidently.

[color=CAC100]"I'd rather be on the road before noon, but the choice lies with you, sir.  My name is Vitra Leon, by the way.  Everyone calls me Spook, though,"[/color] she continued, hands clasping behind her back as she looked out over the treetops.  It would be a stunning sight, if she didn't know that she was also looking at at least ten different creatures that could kill any of them in an instant.  Several echo finches were flitting through the branches, though, meaning that there wasn't an immediate threat in the nearby forests, anyway.  She looked back up at Jake, expecting a response despite how strange she had come off as.  That didn't matter to her anyway, it's hard to come off as relatable when your entire face is concealed behind a gas mask.

That, and the mirrored lenses had a way of creeping people out.