[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/nOAKdIx.png[/img] [sub][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_XdrGci1QHk]and the lord was sorry he had made humankind//and it grieved him to his heart[/url][/sub][/center] [color=ed1c24]<>[/color] [i]Gypsy Soul[/i] had weathered re-entry with a grace as alien as her aesthetic, and skimmed above the surface with her sensors deployed. The Praxis Clock package meant that she would be doing her best flying from above the ground team, with her sensor and communications packages commanding her full attention. Besides, she had spent years with this unit back in Sol, until they were extensions of each other - so close that it often felt like one was plucked from the other's ribs. Their bond was tight enough that Gypsy could feel the obvious intent behind every message: her Orbital was scared to touch the ground. [color=ed1c24][i]I wonder if you could sleep with the Adam or Eve here.[/i][/color] [color=ed1c24]<>[/color] She was staring at the heat sources Bedwyr had shared. Chaotic, like buckshot beneath the bleached soil. Some overlapping, some dispersed. Empty apartments and full apartments next door to each other. Like a hive. [color=ed1c24]<>[/color] [i]Gypsy Soul[/i] drew her CFL-M rifle, an archangel floating above the world at long range. The masked pilot's brow was furrowed behind her metallic face, its sheen brightened by a small lick of sweat. Her aim was tracing Odysseus' singular drone, the one exploring the unsettling heat. [color=ed1c24][center][i]//Engage communication suite? Y?N?//[/i] [i]No.[/i] [i]//Will you indeed sweep away the righteous with the wicked? Shall not the Judge of all the Earth do all that is just? Y?N?//[/i][/center][/color] Gypsy rolled her eyes and frowned. In her forehead, a vein throbbed. [color=ed1c24][i]Don't you start praying on me, too.[/i][/color] [color=ed1c24]<>[/color]