[hr][center][sub][color=cecece]DAY 1[/color] [color=ea3333]《》[/color] [color=cecece]STEELWATER [Ground - Forest][/color] [color=ea3333]《》[/color] [color=cecece]Late Morning[/color] [color=ea3333]《》[/color] [@Aeolian][/sub][/center][hr][table][row][/row][row][cell][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5383761][img]https://i.imgur.com/3xZtJvi.png[/img][/url][color=2e2c2c]▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇[/color][/cell][cell][quote]

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Peter fought valiantly against the horrendous creatures that approached. With his crossbow leveled and filled with arrows of light, he fired. One after another, the stigma creatures fell, their heads pierced by a light so brilliant and clean that hardly any of their biofluids spilled onto the forest floor. He continued this defensive effort for a short while, eventually putting the last creature to sleep with a sparkling spritz of golden dust. It wobbled and then crashed into an ungainly slumber mid-charge. 

For a brief second or so, Peter stood over the creature, watching it closely. He heaved heavily, one breathe after another, carefully observing the monstrosity. After the ephemeral moment passed and Peter regained himself, the young man took out his sword and pierced it through. At once, the creature stopped and so did Peter, feeling a nugget of ease that no immediate danger presented itself. He turned back to the young girl who still slept in the hollow of the tree. As he turned to go back to her, he heard a rustle of branches and brush nearby. 

Instinctively, he prepared to put the target to sleep, assuming it was another of those stigma. But as he turned around, he found himself staring down the barrel of a rifle. It's wielder, unfamiliar, some bob-haired woman wearing a uniform that was not UDF, not like him. She must of been one of those corporate mercenaries or something of the sort. When he finally noticed the BlackRock logo on her uniform, it all made sense.

[color=bca346]"Who are you?"[/color], she said. 

Peter paused, bewildered. He stepped back, lowering his crossbow and cautiously gazing into her eyes. [color=gold]"Peter...I..."[/color] Before he really had a chance to explain further, another woman appeared before them. She seemed to have fell from the sky, in a graceful descent that was magical and controlled. This wasn't a free-fall and the manner upon which she settled down to the dirt made Peter think that maybe she was like him.

[color=6598c4]“You guys got here fast. Do you mind putting that weapon away or is this going to be one of those ugly encounters you hear the grunts complain about all the time?”[/color] inquired the second female voice, the woman holding up a weapon of her own to the first.

[color=bca356]"You UDF?"[/color] The BlackRock soldier responded in question. 

It took a moment, as Peter's gaze fell back and forth between the two women, hoping a brawl didn't break out. This not the time for a human quarrel with these creatures running around and an infected girl whose life was on the line. However, it didn't take long before Peter's attention remained intensely on the second woman. Peter noticed the special UDF badge on her uniform and he took in the features of her familiar face. Suddenly it struck him. 

[color=gold]"She is..."[/color] Peter whispered, [color=gold]"like me..."[/color]. He trained his gaze on the second woman with the intensity of a burning sun. It wasn't a glare or any look of animosity, nothing that might lead her to believe that he meant her harm. In fact, it was a look of fascination and disbelief.

[color=gold]"She's Emilia Clarke."[/color] he proclaimed, his mouth left slightly ajar in clear astonishment. He knew he recognized her, even her voice. He had seen Emilia's face on the airwaves and in the headlines. Most sang her praises as one of the most notable Aeons in the known universe. In many ways, she was like a celebrity, to the public and within the UDF inner circles. The Poster Girl, if you will. But Peter had no time to marvel or amuse any pleasantries. In a way, he felt slightly more comforted now that she was here, like a superhero had come to his rescue, minus the weapon being pointed at them. He looked back to the sleeping girl and remembered his mission. 

[color=gold]"Please, I need you to help me."[/color] Peter started, turning his back on the two women and kneeling beside the girl in the hollow of the tree. Resting his hand on the her forehead, he could feel the girl's body temperature rising. It was getting worse. Without looking at Emilia or the other unfamiliar woman, he continued, [color=gold]"Actually, if both of you might help, I will be in your debt. You see, I arrived in Steelwater some time ago. I was separated from my team and I don't know where they are anymore. But, I suppose that doesn't matter for now...."[/color] Peter paused for a moment, taking the sleeve of his uniform to pat the sweat that began to form on the young girl's face, [color=gold]"I found this young girl alone and I'm sure she's been infected. I put her to sleep for now, but..."[/color] He didn't want to finish his statement of what might happen if they didn't act in time.

Finally, he stood up and faced the women once more, [color=gold]"I have to get her to the UDF Portable Research Station for treatment or she'll die."[/color] Peter's eyes filled with water, sparkling like stars, but no fell tears. He took a deep breath, holding his composure. 

[color=gold]"If you help me get her there, I'll do whatever you want."[/color] His eyes moved back and forth between them, [color=gold]"Both of you."[/color] 


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[color=99945e][b]Summary[/b][/color][hr][color=99945e]

[color=cecece]DAY 1:[/color] After protecting the sleeping girl by fighting off stigma monsters, Peter is approached by two women. The first is Christina, a BlackRock soldier and the other is none other than Emilia Lange herself. He asks them for help in taking the infected sleeping girl to the UDF Portable Research Station for treatment, or else she will die.
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