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[color=gold]Location:[/color] 
Abandoned Neodymium Mine
Eunsan Mountain Range
250 Kilometers Southwest of Balya Gora
[color=gold]Date/Time:[/color]
March 23rd, 3030
[color=gold]Interactions:[/color] 
Gawain and The Green Knights
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His clothing: Boots, long-sleeved shirt, pants, gloves, holstered [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/985402701812744232/986113421101641799/unknown.png]handgun[/url] with 20 rounds[hr]

A solid thud resounded through the Green Knights temporary base as the Black Pheonix set down the large cargo container as the machine hummed. Dink marks and scratches flowed across Black Pheonix like rain as then the torso area was shown, burns, heavy metal marks, and explosion craters that strewn the machine. As it stood there, it was like a soldier waiting, still yet rumbling right under the skin, waiting for the moment to continue to follow orders.

Tarak was far better off than his machine, he looked more than fine, he left his machine with a deftness that was seen by people coming back from a quick and easy sortie. Yet this was anything but that, people were lost, machines were damaged quite badly, and it wasn't clean. Tarak sighed before he dug too much deeper, he needed to make sure those around were still there. As the cold air hit him, the sweat he accumulated began to cool very quickly, making some of the many layers less than useful, yet it was better than nothing as his skin was not directly in contact with the air, so that was a plus.

Tarak began to adjust his neurohelmet once his feet touched the floor, no matter how comfortable he was to the helmet, it made his body itch like crazy when he got worked up. Tarak normally had great difficulty reaching for some of the more annoying areas, as he seemed to almost began to shift uncomfortably in his own skin. As he made his way to the area where the Orphans had made their own place, Tarak was rushed by multiple people. They came to him seeming almost like starving wolves as they neared him and started battering him with question after question.

"How'd it go?"

"What'd you get?"

"Do we have more food?"

"What happened out there?"

Tarak took his helmet off as he said, [color=gold]"Itchy"[/color]. As he began to rub his eye violently like he had some kind of allergy that is affecting him as he left to clean himself of the sweat and feeling he has been having. As he entered his area, he had a bucket of water waiting for him and a scrubbing pad that he used violently across his body. As he cleaned his body, he also got rid of the constant feeling he had from his rig. As once he finished cleaning his body, now came the other places that itched, his ear canals. Tarak had to have made do quite often as with the Green Knights being stuck with no supplies, he had no way of cleaning his ears without a little risk. As he would often use a thin metal stick he would use to scratch and swirl around in his ears to hit very specific areas that seemed to almost make Tarak twitch. Once he had finished his after-battle ritual, Tarak slipped into more comfortable clothing before he began to make his way over to the cargo container he had brought with him.

There he grabbed some of the other orphans as he sent them in and took out everything within, what came out was quite the Hodge podge of things. It was many different pieces of tech, items, and one even came out in confusion holding up the dashboard of a vehicle as they yell, "What the hell are these?!" Tarak answered in a calm and concise manner, [color=gold]"Ah those, for music. Leave one there though, it's a gift"[/color]. Once unloaded it seemed Gawain had finished up with watching the battle data as a yell resounded throughout the cave. Tarak sighed as he made his way over to the meeting area, maybe Gawain wouldn't be very harsh on them.

Tarak was partially right, Gawain seemed to consider what they did well. Tarak knew they were not perfect, but they were working with imperfect information. A Longbow would quite literally be not on their radar, so there were some things there, yet losing people hurts, no matter if they knew the risk, everyone did, yet it still hurt. Then came what each of them did, for Tarak he protected his Lancemen the best he could, but he should also worry about himself, as a dead pilot can protect no one else. Tarak gave a nod of acknowledgment before Gawain continued on and soon a new face came in, an intruder. He seemed decently built and well off, he seemed unarmed yet as Gawain was informed of the situation he knew why the man was he, moonshine. Tarak chuckled slightly as he thought that someone had come all the way out here for that. Tarak looked to the man still inspecting, yet also curious, what kind of man would be here for this, there was no way he didn't know what is happening here.