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[sub][color=#ADADC9]Road to Columbia[/color] - [@Raineh Daze] [@VitaVitaAR] [@Spin The Wheel][/sub]
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Monarch quietly hummed to herself, although it wasn't as quiet as the silence that loomed over everyone. They were all serious and intense, only Monarch was busy knitting, a large ball of yarn sat in her feet space, and a large scarf in the works, sprawled out along the backseats. It was one of her limited pleasures she'd enjoy during her lifetime. She could've finished it in under an hour, given her experience, but she wanted to savour the time and feeling she was putting into it. "It's almost done, captain." Monarch smiled, thinking about whether it would also look good on her antlers, like a decoration. Maybe not. It might slow her down. She made a mental note to find lighter material, if there was any. 

Glancing up to see what the windshield saw, Monarch could make out a city outline. A nomadic city. Their destination. "It's a pretty large settlement, dear captain." Monarch noted. "By now, all of our technology might be in the wrong hands. What should we do?" This elite team was only a team in name. In all honestly, every member could go out on their own and handle situations that would take a normal squad to deal with. They weren't ready for that though, they were 'fresh' so to speak. Their coordination and conduct would be put to the test here, and it relied on building bonds between the operators. Not much of a challenge to Monarch. She was used to making new friends, and she felt that this squad was for the ages.