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[center] [b][color=b71d5d]Location:[/color][/b] Argo III - Cargo hold
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[color=b71d5d]"Hey, Lauryn."[/color] Andy smiled at the older girl. [color=b71d5d]"Yeah he does. Maybe I should name him."[/color] She paused to think but couldn't come up with a name that didn't sound stupid. [color=b71d5d]"Do we have more bandages and stuff. Without Rebecca here I guess I'll take care of him, but I don't really know what to do."[/color] She admitted. Lauryn had been nice enough to her and understanding that she didn't feel bad telling her that she didn't know what to do. 

It hurt a little to think about Rebecca leaving them. She was supposed to have been teaching her magic. Andy sighed a little reminding herself that was why she shouldn't bother trying to be friends with people and why she had to be self-reliant. She could only be as self-reliant as she knew though. So if someone could teach her something she was determined to learn it.  


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[color=2B9311]Location:[/color] New Rome Senate -> Cohort 5
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Emily put her weapons back on since Terminus said they could keep them. That felt weird. Like buying alcohol on a Sunday in Utah. Not that she had ever done that before, which might be why it felt weird. She had never done this before. Never just walked around with her weapons. She held Marco's hand as they walked back. 

[color=2B9311]"We got this. New Rome is a well-oiled war machine ready to protect itself."[/color] She said optimistically. With the leaders they had, they couldn't go wrong. As long as people actually listened to them. And if the Greeks made it in time their numbers would at least help. Sure they were an unorganized mess of fighters, but the stories she had heard told her they at least knew which end of the sword to hold. 

Em's mind was more focused on what happened to Madalyne. She had to convince her to try the wolfsbane. If anything there had to be someone in the Camp who could brew potions. Gods knew there were enough magic users and such around. Or maybe the Greeks had some cure the Romans didn't know. She wasn't going to let Madalyne fall to this. At least they only had the standard responsibility of any member of the cohort and didn't have to worry about being in charge. That was something she could handle. 

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[color=0080ff]Location:[/color] New Rome: Senate -> Second Cohort. 
[color=0080ff]Skills:[/color] Military tactics
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Niah paused waiting for most of the Senators to leave before stepping over to Nancy, with the meeting adjourned she could talk to her as a friend. What in the world could she say to her to reassure her though. It all felt like lies. And Niah didn't lie if she could help it, not that she was any good at it anyway. [color=0080ff]"Nancy."[/color] She started and looked at her friend in the eyes. [color=0080ff]"We've got this."[/color] If it had been anyone else Niah would have tried to hug them. Instead, she nodded and turned to leave. She had traps to get set up with her cohort. Tasks at hand. Something to distract her from the horror of the future that maybe, just maybe they could keep from the worse possible outcome. 

When she arrived at the Cohort, decked in her armor and sword on her back (though invisible), the cohort stirred. [color=0080ff]"It is time to prepare for war. The Titans are coming to us. Our task is to prepare the field with traps to defend Terminus and Camp Jupiter."[/color] As soon as she was done talking the cohort nodded and started getting ready. One ran off to find any of the others of the second cohort who weren't in place. 

[hider=roll for Niah] Military tactics for planning where to put traps and what kinds[/hider]