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[right][hr][color=gray][b]Falcon's Reach | Command Center[/b]
March 27th, 2677[/color][hr][/right]
[indent][color=SlateGray]“Oh yeah, [i]way better.[/i] 'cause then there’d be another guy to put in front of the bullets.”[/color]

Daniel Krane remarked to the person who had asked him the question. He supposed a lot of it was his own damn fault. He didn’t trust Smith’s Rest [i]before[/i] they had accepted a Denver-Vegas proxy into their administration, so the current state of relations was far less than trusting and cooperative. But the new “minister” of the settlement didn’t let up on how every settlement in Alaska should work together officially. Falcon’s Reach was being recruited for the idea of New Anchorage, and if there was one thing he liked about the new minister was that she knew how to paint a picture. A democratic coalition to stand alone against the corporations that were breathing down their neck while they worried about raiders, monsters, and other things that Krane tended to deal with.

He took his flask and swallowed a mouthful of whiskey before looking over the three pilots in front of him. At the very least two of them looked like they could shoot a guy in the face and not stress themselves over it. His eyes drifted to the scrappy man next to the short blonde girl – he smelled familiar, like a man he knew he could count on. His appearance and posture didn’t reek of the corporations or inexperience and that was something Krane liked. A fellow waster who knew what had to be done.

[color=slategray]“I figured as much. Smith’s Rest wouldn’t have sent me soldiers who can’t handle themselves.”[/color] He remarked before he looked over to another militia member, giving him a nod to give his own input. [color=slategray]“Skarsgård, why don’t you share your information with our guests and get them what they need. Sooner we deal with this, sooner it’ll be handled.”[/color]

Daniel Skarsgård was younger than him, with a thicker beard and a shaved head. The waster in front of him probably pegged him as the likely the “go-getter” of the Krane's men. Such an assertion wouldn’t have been incorrect. Skarsgård was not only Krane’s second-in-command, but also Krane’s leyline to the community members of Falcon’s Reach as a whole. People liked him and unlike Krane he didn’t look like he had given up on life, though he was by no means a person who had not lived a hard life. Krane had little doubt that once life had enough of his old, irrelevant ass that Skarsgård would take over as the resident commander of Falcon’s Reach and do a much better job than he had done over the past few decades.

[color=AA8483]“Right. We sent some hill scouts up the river several hours ago—the raiders have made camp, like they’re waiting for something or [i]someone.[/i] Probably want to beat you lot into taking control of the node. God knows we’ll be right fucked if that goes online against us.”[/color] He looked to Alan, as if he recognized that the other two weren’t wasters by the way they looked and their posture. 

[color=dodgerblue]“What function does the device provide for you?”[/color] The blonde woman inquired as Krane leaned back and let his second do the talking. For a second, he looked over to Krane as if asking permission to respond, who gave him the nod.

[color=AA8483]“Some old world tech, surface-to-air weapon. We use it to defend the settlement and smaller holds in the region. Keep us clear of monsters and raiders. Our neural technician and only pilot might know specifics.”[/color]

Krane figured it would take one question and they would be off to speak with their involuntarily retired NC pilot and Skarsgård would do the rest in case they needed munitions, rations, or whatever else. Krane needed to stay in the command center to keep an eye on not only the raider situation but a few faces in town that were familiar, trouble ones that he wasn’t keen on letting stir any trouble. Sometimes he wondered if Smith’s Rest had the same anxieties and if they handled them any bit like he did. But Krane knew he couldn't lollygag and daydream about these sort of things for long. With that in mind, he sat his flask down on a nearby table as he turned back around to face one of the monitors.

As Skarsgård began to escort the three away he wondered how exactly these pilots would handle their first firefight, Falcon's Reach-style.[/indent]