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Alexander Kherol

The Last Ascendancy Commander



The Specky Sergeant

His talent isn't commanding warriors capable of superhuman feats, but inspiring us peasants into warriors capable of superhuman feats


Memoir of Sergeant Treville Hamilton - Chapter 3

2368 AD

Planet Ponin

Being part of the garrisoned militias had a lot of benefits to it. You still get to enjoy the benefits of being in the military while doing the least amount of work put into it. All you needed to do was just wake up on-time, assemble at the barracks at exactly two designated hours and make sure you don't goof up in your patrolling duty. You can enjoy the sunshine, local food and culture, as well as potentially getting a companion for how sleek the uniform of the Ascendancy looked. Personnel of the regime always looked the part. But whether or not they played the part though was up to scrutiny. We, however, didn't, shamefully enough.

I wasn't buying into the prospect of having to deal with an uprising, let alone a full military intervention by the Rau've, but here we are. Circumstances behind this was shady, since lowly sergeants like me never would have even seen the faces of our superior officers, let alone knowing the intricacies of political mayhem. All I've heard from some NCOs were that the Ascendancy forces executed some Rau've caught in the crossfire of the revolt and that prompted their swift retaliation. Now they've completely collaborated with the rebels and turned the city states into massive fortresses to strangle us. All communications to the outside world were cut off, and even though we had our supplies, how long was it going to last? Even worse yet, our commander was killed at the very early stage of the invasion, and taking their place was an indecisive numbskull. Everyone was confused over which of their orders to follow and led to some of my comrades dead on the battlefield, without support nor rescue.

I didn't think I was going to make it out of this alive. Or yet, in one piece at all. Morale was so low, the only thing keeping people from simply deserting was the threat of execution, either by the Ascendancy or the Rau've. Only miracle could help us then.

You know the story already, however. Otherwise you wouldn't be reading this.

Grand Admiral Alexander Kherol. Or at the time, Commodore Alexander Kherol.

I did not know how he got past the Rau've space fleet to land on Ponin, but all I knew was that despite his unexpected arrival, nobody really expected anything. To us, he was simply an Ascendancy's shill. He looked surprisingly young of course, but connections and descendants can get you everywhere in this world.

But he was different.

Without fail, every single day, I would see him walking through the ranks of his soldiers, sitting down besides them, chatting, asking us questions about the battlefield situations, our injuries or even just our personal lives. I've talked to him a few times as well. He was surprisingly chatty, talkative but down-to-earth an straightforward. He might come off mysterious, with his glasses and all, but he talked a commoner's language. He even called me 'dude' once. I couldn't make that up to be frank, but he really had a different aura to it than any other commanders I have served under.

And it really was just the beginning of why we called him the Specky Sergeant.

He called for a requisition of old plasma cannons from our military bases. They were poorly maintained, in disrepair and barely assembled, but he did those jobs anyway. He needed as many artillery batteries as needed, he told me. Then overnight, they were assembled, outside the outskirts on one of the fortified cities, Mido. But instead of putting them in a forest, he put them directly in front of the Rau've. Some of them so close to the city wall that they could shoot on us.

As dawn rose above the hounding rain and thundering wind, his little known yet lionizing moment echoed.

"If you feel like hanging back, that's fine." He said. "Stay wherever you are and watch me take this city alone!"

I was one of those by his sides in this battle, either by coincidences or fate. Only a few platoons followed him, but like he said, he was going to take Mido alone, and he was doing it. I could see him from the front, in the thick of the fighting, bullets flashed over his head, speaking to his soldiers, tending their wounds, sighting the cannons himself, indicating to his other officers which positions to take up, animating all hearts with the confidence and daringness flashing in his gestures.

We were scared. We were demoralized. We were confused. We wanted to go home, away from danger and death. But for reasons we couldn't describe, the rest of us threw ourselves at him and for him. Every sheep in the army turned into lions that day.

Before the Rau've were able to mount a coordinated offense to dislodge the batteries, we demolished their walls with the devastating accurate artillery fire. Seeing our chances, the Commodore ordered the charge, once again at the head of the army. And we surged forward without hesitation. For hours, I fought right next to him. I cut down many enemies trying to strike the Commodore. I even took bullet meant for him. The wound knocked out my arm for good. And yet I still wanted to keep going. Just to push on a little longer, maybe a few minutes or even seconds. Because I didn't care how I am going to contribute, only if I did. Any energy I could muster was one put to protect my comrades and end this misery.

Despite the effort to protect the commander, he still took a bullet to the thigh: a wound that came close to ending his life and radically changing the course of the upcoming conflict. Ironically enough, we didn't falter. Whereas our former general threw us into despair with a cannon shot to the eyes, the moment the news circulated through our veins, our blood boiled. Our swords filled with anger, our rifles loaded with corrupted fervour The man who we met barely months ago, was a unifying banner. And now that he was out of the fight, shouts to avenge our general quickly turned the army into a vicious mob. The soldiers held nothing back. Surrendered soldiers were mercilessly killed, some in the most gruesome way possible. Civilian populations were also not spared either. The bloodbath was only stopped when the antidote of the Commodore's survival were spread, along with orders to stop and proceed with the next stage of the plan.

After successfully taking over the city, we set up the siege cannons right there to shoot down the Rau've ships. But by that point the battle was already over. Fearing for their warships, they left the planet, taking whatever rebels they could, but the rest were left for the wrath of the Ascendancy. May God have mercy on their souls, I mused, because the Ascendancy certainly wouldn't.

As for the Commodore, he survived without any long-term consequences after a surgery. He returned to the battlefield to roaring cheers of the soldiers. His name, the Ascendancy, victory. Because we had lived. Now, we trusted him. We were the Specky Sergeant's dear soldiers. We march with him, to the ends of the universe.

And we would.

The extraordinary service of young Alexander Kherol at Ponin led to his promotion to Rear-Admiral. It was only the first of his great achievements. Years of terror to be instilled on his enemies was yet to come...
Goroth


The strange creature stuffed the letter onto the faun's face while still uttering a word multiple times. Voos? Is that even a word? It might be in whatever language this thing speaks. Then as he was getting enough of it, it showed him the letter too. Or rather a very small part of the letter, everything but the word that it left out open. The word 'good'.

Goroth was a bit confused too over what it was trying to say, but he took a different approach to it than Tova. He dealt with some language barriers before, and when they really struggled with the language, they would point physically to indicate what they mean. Hence he didn't think it was its name. It probably meant that the word translated to good.

"Voos..." The orc pinched one of his eyes as he tried to figure out how to describe this in the physical. Then as he put away the sword, he said the word again.

Then he bent his fingers in and pushed it together.

"Good."

Voos means Good.

Holy fangs...this was taxing. What sort of creature is this mansion owner's bringing? This is gonna take forever...
Goroth


The giant orc did not heed Tova's advice as he continued to seek this evasive creature. If the depravity of human beings towards him was not scary enough, then nothing would. After a while of back and forth, the creature resulted with stealing the invitation from his companion faun, reading through it before giving some rough gesture. Goroth still could not understand what the creature was shouting, but physical language was more better suited for a traveler. The shaking letters, the heavy touches, the quick glances around both him and Tova. It's desperate, yet it hadn't even tried to do anything aside from cowering from potentially being sliced in half.

Fine. He'd consider that a sign of goodwill.

The orc finally eased the grip on his sword, but not after firmly sliding the weapon back into his sheathe, one of his hand continued to hold onto the sheathe, seemingly just for carrying the weapon, but in case this thing has actual bones to pick from the orc, it'd be in for an unpleasant surprise.

"You act like you don't understand us, but you seem to understand the letter." He said to it. "How about write something out?"
Alexander Kherol

The Last Ascendancy Commander


Terror Belli - Decus Pacis



Every 1st Fleet soldier has an Admiral's plaque in his pocket

2370 AD

Planet Wasa, Rau’ve’s Space Dock #3

Days had passed after the battle of Wasa. The cleaning up had finished. The unfortunate casualties of war had been laid to rest with full military honor, and the prisoners of war already sent home to Ascendancy homeland. His victory was so complete that Alexander needn't waste time nor risk potential dangers with chasing down the Rau've survivors. The enemy carriers and dreadnoughts had been destroyed, the rest were mere flies within his palm. He preferred to let his fleet have some respite and let the other commanders reap the fruits of his labor. Literally at their fingertips. It should be simple enough for them.

"Does it hurt my friend?"

The admiral today wasn't in his flagship. He was in one of the heavy cruisers that led the attack that lured the Rau've into the decisive charge: the flagship of Commodore Lan Ficelle. She firmly executed his orders, carried it out perfectly even under intense bombardment, her ship on fire and she personally was hit by shrapnel, now needing a surgery to remove it. To Alexander's amazement, Lan was actually injured much earlier in the battle, as her ship was focused. She just kept it in her and continued the fight without anyone realizing it until the battle was almost over.

What a soldier!

He knew she's a great commander, but she's also the bravest of them all.

"No, I'm alright." She laughed it off, clearly not being able to move her shoulders around. "Only the first five times or something."

"Is it true though?" Alexander joked back. He'd expect no less.

"I lost count." She said as she patted the patched up wound. "Well, this will heal in a few weeks or so. What's more important is if the Rau've fleet can recover before that."

"The rest of their space forces are now stretched thin because they pulled enough forces to stop the breakthrough here, so I'm pretty sure they're now desperate." He said. "You can rest assured until we arrive at their capital. By then you'll lead the way in!"

"Haha, I thank you for your generosity."

"It's my only way of compensating for not being able to promote you. You have grown a lot since we met in the Grand Academy."

He could only send recommendations to his beloved President for her promotion. And of course, given the nepotism and oligarchism of the Ascendancy, it was never going to pass, and might end up hurting her in the long run instead if he kept nagging. The only other way would be being Grand Admiral, where it is a special rank in which the bearer is pretty much given full reign of whatever and whoever is assigned to their army.

"Oh believe me, you'll be Grand Admiral really soon." Lan quickly slapped and gripped her friend's shoulder.

"Haha, I truly hope so." Alexander laughed. "But the rank is now full. There will be no more than six at the same time, and all personally appointed by Emmanuel himself. I doubt they'd create a seventh."

"Oh, don't you know?" She asked. "Grand Admiral Phillip just got sacked from the 13th Fleet, and its command was given to Admiral Quasi."

"When was that?"

"Just a week ago. I don't think they have decided on a new one yet. With this victory, the press is gonna sing you praises, and that Civvy Minister would have to cave in or they'd face a public backlash."

"They don't already care about that to begin with. I don't think-"

"Or international humiliation. Especially in wartime. If they want to appear strong militarily, they have to put in place a strong military leader."

"I won't hold my expectations too high though." Alexander shrugged, before pointing at her again. "You'll still march first into Brassica though. Ladies first, am I right?"

"Oh you just want to see the back of my neck, don't you? You have a weird fetish my guy!"

She said as she slapped his back again, and this time as hard as possible. Not much growing on this front though. But a woman's intuition was not to be underestimated.

2 days later.

"It's official Alex. You are now a Grand Admiral of the Ascendancy of Man."

She was correct. Not bad for a son of an engineer and accountant.

"There is a ceremony you'll attend this weekend. We can depart for it the day after tomorrow if you wish." Carina explained. "Also, since now you're officially Grand Admiral, you can choose to promote anyone you like. If you do it now, they'll also attend the ceremony."

"Oh really?" Alexander remarked. Guess the Ascendancy really wanted some political points. "Well, then tell them to prepare a lot of plaques, because I'm going to change this army upside down. Starting with you."

"M-Me?" His aid-de-camp was perplexed.

"Yeah you. From now on, you will not only be an aid-de-camp, but my flagship's captain. You'll also bear the rank Captain."

"Isn't that a rank skip? I-I don't know if..."

"You were one of the best in the academy. It'd be a waste if you're just stuck handing me papers."

"...Thank you then. I'll do my best." Like mother like daughter, she was quite refined. But inside what she was suppressing was the excitement. Command of a military warship! A battleship no less. Being a bit humbled for a few years weren't so bad if this was the result.

"Now..." Alexander pulled up a list of all of his officers and very quickly crossed out a variety of profiles. "These people are out."

"That's...like half of your army officers. I don't know if doing it in mass would be a good idea." Carina said as she sat right next to him, observing.

"These people are all spoiled brats of the nation. I mean look at this." He pointed at one entry. "The first to abandon the destroyed ship in the Ponin Incident. Son of, oh look at that, a multi-millionaire CEO of a ship-building corporation that has ties with Emmanuel. Get that piece of shit out of my army."

"Be careful, you're gonna anger a lot of them. You need ships and equipment too. I'd suggest just send them over to people like Berkeley or Laguna."

"Sure. They'd either become real soldiers or corpses in no time. Fine either way for me." He made that note on the side. "Now let's discuss my subordinates. I shall need...five key generals by my side, promoted to General and Admiral respectively."

"That's fair." Carina wasn't surprised by this. An Ascendancy fleet isn't that populated, but considering that the more troops a higher ranked official had to take command, the poorer his or her performance will be. Any military organizer should know this.

And the five men and women chosen are honestly quite colorful by all standards. But a quick glance over their service records, they're some of the most talented and diligent servants of the Ascendancy, most of whom were unfortunately unrecognized, for obvious reasons.









The fifth and final...

"Wait, Kotaro?" This was the most surprising bit. "I know the guy's smart, but he doesn't have enough experience commanding a large fleet contingent just yet."

"...That is true." Alexander admitted, probably because some personal biases on his side. "He does have some training in the academy for it though, but he's still mainly focused as a flotilla commander to individual fighting."

"You don't wanna come off as a hypocrite right off the bat. Make him Rear-Admiral or something for now. He'd need to prove his worth first as fleet commander before anything."

Alexander didn't object. Of course, his loyalty would be vital in case any issues arises throughout the war, something in which will inevitably happen, but so that his meritocratic philosophy remained consistent, it'd have to do. He had lived with him long enough. He'd get there soon.


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Announcement made on Discord, also made here in case some of you are not active on Discord (for any reasons).

Time for UwU's and cute animals are over, because I'm also stepping in on the administrative side as well.

After some discussions with the GMs, the apparent lack of responses on individual pings, and the recent collabs slowing us down, I want to do a role call on who is still willing to continue. What you all need to do following this post shall be:

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Note that we will also reimplement weekly activity rules that require you to update us on your activity every 2 weeks or so, be it a post or a Discord/RPG post to indicate that you're there.

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You will have up until 10 PM PST, February 15, 2021 to respond to this announcement. If you fail to meet the deadline, you will be considered inactive/dropped and your character will be handled by the GMs instead.

P/S: I know some of you here have already replied to me earlier in the day, and I thank you for being responsive. But for our planning's sake, I hope you'll not mind the inconvenience of replying to this again.
Goroth


"Hmph..."

Crossed his arms as Goroth saw the hesitating Tova looked at him for one last gaze of trust before proceeding with the door. A little smirk formed on his face just as she turned away from him. She is one hell of a cowardly faun, but seemed like she wasn't hopeless. A bit of repetition and she might be able to snap that attitude out of existence. Of course, whether or not she would like it or not is an issue, but hey, he didn't want to follow humans to become their slaves and ended up with a human lifestyle.

As Tova entered the building, Goroth followed her up until the doorway, where he would instead be right there, bending himself to allow his head through, admiring the architecture. The orc had seen this sort of layout before. The comfy looking couches, surrounding a wooden table with a strange letter on it, while the bookshelves solemnly observed the coziness it portrayed itself. Humans like to do this. He had seen this in his former owner's house. He didn't know for what reasons they'd put bookshelves at the back and chairs would have to surround the tables like they are doing a ritual, but that's just how they work. Frankly, it doesn't look bad.

"Hmph, I would be surprised if they are my cousins. They are long gone." Goroth curtly replied, considering the orc culture. But if they turn out to be so, he wouldn't be sure if they'd reaccept him as an orc anymore. So many things about him had changed. And one of them is instead of hunting down and eating this faun in front of him, he is now having to deal with her joke attempts.

Suddenly, almost as his instinct alarmed him, he noticed the shadow on the ground before him. As the shadow grew bigger, Goroth immediately stood up straight preparing to face whatever is coming towards him. However, despite his strong warrior instinct, it was still a bit late, as the creature swirled around him, missing his arm swing, before flinging itself into the room Tova was in.

'What in the living fuck was that?'

Not knowing whether or not this creature was dangerous, Goroth took out a short sword half the length of a normal human he had from the baggage on his back, not wanting to get his two big weapons stuck in whatever furniture that might get in the way if he had to fight. He barged right into the opened room where the furniture rustling made him point his weapons to wherever the sound went. Eventually, it finally made it to a cloak.

"The hell is it saying?" Goroth responded to both Tova and that...'thing', whether or not it could understand him enough. At the same time, it seemed to be inviting both of them behind that couch. The orc was down for figuring out what was going on, but he still kept his weapons ready as he approached.

@ArmorPlated@Roundabout
Alexander Kherol


Flashback
2069 AD

As the small military hovercraft, the size of a regular family car, ripped through the air as he made his way through the damp and humid forest. Soon, the car arrived at a small clearing, where the trees seemed to part. There before him was the accumulation of what he was concerned about for his entire youth. From the moment he was forced away from his parents, his assignment to the Dragon's Brigade, and the rumors of disappearing prodigies while he was in officer's training, he knew not only this was the Ascendancy's secret project, but also this was what could have become of him. If only that governor hadn't saved him, or that one teacher who recognized the danger, he would've been the one in that facility instead of riding in this comfy car towards it. He was here for some inquiry, for prior to receiving these so-called 'supersoldiers', Alexander wanted to know what they are capable of in details, regardless of what bland descriptions the higher-ups gave him. But at the same time, there was this mixed sense of curiosity and discomfort that he had to tend to: the fate of his alternate-self.

The hovercraft stopped in front of the gate for clearance before heading straight through the large courtyard to stop at the main building. As Alexander was led inside by the facility guard, he could see the children playing outside - a couple few. A lot of them, however, were mostly sitting listless in the corner somewhere in the tree shade or in front of the main building. It wasn't because of who they are, preferring to isolate themselves against the world with their favorite toy or a book like how Alexander would. They are simply too broken to play. What the hell had happened to get to this point?

"Admiral Kherol, one of our chief scientists is ready to meet you. Please."

"I'm not gonna waste your time doctor. How do these 'supersoldiers' work?"

"You probably have heard about the Magi right Admiral?" The doctor said, to the nod of the Admiral. "Well, principally, they're like that. Soldiers with enhanced capabilities and magic beyond what conventionally trained soldiers can do."

"How powerful?"

"Well...they're not just powerful, but smart and tactical. They're adopted from the most ingenious minds of the Ascendancy and enhanced with our latest bio technology, infusing them with magical substance to make them stronger, tougher and capable of all sorts of magic."

"...Ok?" Kherol glanced his eyes sideways, clearly unsatisfied with the answer. "I'm still waiting for metrics. How powerful are they? Give me something to compare, like a demonstration even."

"Umm...It's very difficult to measure power as a group, since this is magic we're talking about. They differ very much depending on individuals." He said. "Some of them are really strong, one that can turn the tide of the battle in minutes, while some are more support-focused-"

"Ok, so they're different on an individual basis." Alexander abruptly cut him off, knowing exactly what he was going to say next. This guy was being vague, usually meant when they don't have a strong enough answer. "Then maybe you can give me some portfolios for me to look at?"

"That's classified Admiral. We can't reveal those to you." The scientist declared obnoxiously.

What?...

"W-Why?" This statement was so dumb it stuttered Alexander himself. "Why am I being kept in the dark of my soon to be assets?"

"It's part of our child protection program. The identities of these children shall be kept a secret."

"Child prote-" He thought too soon. This was even dumber. "You do realize that you're putting these kids into the Armed Forces? They're gonna be going through mental trauma and facing death in the eyes. And some will die for sure if conflicts break out. And you're telling me this is a child protection program?"

"Oh by program I mean they're a part of our..." The man snapped his fingers twice as he formulated his answers. "...Child Protection Act. To prevent things like abuses or harassment by individual soldiers, we're not letting anyone know of their identity."

What even...Alexander didn't even know a Child Protection Act exist in the current code of law. And even so, why would that stop abuses? Is child abuses solely based on their identities, and not the fact that they're literally children, according to whoever made this stupid law? And even worse...

"How's that even related to what I'm asking?" Alexander replied. "I'm asking for their powers, magic, or whatever you wanna call it, not backgrounds or names. Is that too much to ask?"

The scientist sat quiet for a few seconds, his eyes afraid to even look directly at Alexander. He fiddled with his fingers a little bit before finally conceding.

"Alright, let me grab the profiles. It wouldn't take long"

"Take all the time you need."

The walls are claustrophobic. The lights shone too bright. The low ceiling restricted his breathings. The glass panes echoed the image from an alternate universe. But Alexander sat with his legs crossed on the sofa. He would not leave without an answer.

The doctor came back after fifteen minutes with a tablet, presumably filled with the details he needed, and an exasperated sigh.

"We decided to make you an exception Admiral. Don't go out there and spout nonsense with these information." He growled as he handed Alexander the tablet

"Sure." The Admiral rolled his eyes as he powered up the device. Going through these individuals, it's really...varied. Like the kid that is just really tough against magic. Or the pair of siblings that can't really stay apart because they'd lose magical powers. It really does reflect the individuality of humans, but this is that but on 500 cans of steroid, or whatever magic BS materials they use on them. The big problem stemmed really from the fact that the military is not built around this much of inconsistency. There's a reason why there are standardized weapons, vehicles, uniforms and equipment for everyone. If an army is destroyed, another army built around the same standard can quickly take its place. But if an army built around these kids are destroyed, how is he going to replace them?

"Alright..." After scrolling through all the profiles, Alexander faced the scientist. "I'm gonna give you the benefit of the doubt, they are powerful. But I still don't know how to accommodate them. For that, I have one last thing I want to know."

"Yes?"

"In case these kids die in battle, in which there will inevitably be some, how fast can I expect you guys to supply me with a replacement?"

"You better not let them die, Admiral." The doctor deflected. "They're invaluable to our future."

"What??? This is a HYPOTHETICAL doctor." Alexander was fucking sick of these non-answers. Can't believe he had to guide a scientist on simple logic problem. "The key word here is 'in case'!"

"It's an irrelevant hypothetical, since our goal here is not to let them die. At any cost whatsoever. Are we clear on that?" He shot back, to an even more annoyed Kherol.

"Yes, I'm clear. But what I'm asking is how fast can I get a replacement in case the worst happen anyway."

"Like I said, you're not to-"

"Wait wait wait! You're dodging the question again." The Admiral abruptly cut him off. His tone grew even less respectful and more dominant as the scientist continuously tried to cut him off mid-sentence. "It's clear that you don't know a thing about war that you'd say that. There is no way you're going to avoid casualty. EVER. Including your precious little babies. Just because I'm gonna try my best not to let that happen, that doesn't mean that will not happen. And what I want is to ensure the stream of manpower is constant and continuous, so I can fight as long and as hard as possible."

"...Well, with these supersoldiers, you won't need your fancy stream of manpower, since one of these are-"

"What do you mean I don't need manpower??? These are basic military logistics!" Another cutoff. "It sounds incredibly stupid to me that you'd propose a silver bullet that annihilates all military principals that existed for thousands of years."

"I'm not proposing that! I'm simply saying that it can help divert manpower away to places that-"

"It needs its own manpower too, its own specialized manpower you provide. Really shows how much of a weasel you are under that lab coat, pretending to kno-"

"Look admiral." He retorted angrily. "I know exactly what I'm saying, ok?! I've studied for 7 years in both undergrads and grads school. I've worked with military folks in the Ascendancy, so I know my stuff well."

"Alright then are you familiar with Roon's Logistic Model?" Followed up by the Admiral. "We need to know that for our discussions."

"...I believe so, yes." He took a few seconds to throw out a reply. "I'm not too familiar with it, but I kn-"

"I just made it up." Alexander struggled to stifle a laugh. It is so insanely mind-boggling, but he got him right there. "I literally just made that up a few seconds ago. There's no such thing as Roon's Logistic Model. You're just completely full of shit my guy. Can't believe they give you that lab coat and a PhD, am I right?"

"OoOoOhH, Roon's Logistic Model." The scientist bitterly and sarcastically responded. "I guess my argument's trashed huh? You win then. Anyway, what were we even talking about before you pivot away?"

"Well, if this is what the discussion is gonna be like - you not answering my question and faking your own knowledge, then I'd stop wasting both our precious times." Alexander abruptly stood up and tossed the tablet back to the doctor. He didn't even bother a handshake as a final formal gesture before leaving the room.

'Holy mother...'

Not even a second after going out of sight of the chief scientist, Alexander already buried his face on both his hands to that braincell deficient conversation. It's even worse than some of the politicians he had to deal with. All of this vague answers, red herrings and non-sequiturs thrown around like freaking dodgeballs trying to throw him off. And he's a scientist as well! He probably isn't that dumb though, now that Alexander had calmed down and recollect his thoughts. He is very likely consciously lying, either because he was being forced to, or because he had a fat check down the line. Hell, maybe he even had his own personal evil agenda that he knew would be absolutely slapped if revealed in its very true nature. Regardless, it is very clear that something really ugly is underlying this entire child soldier program. In no way this could only be for military purpose. He'd really want to get to the bottom of this whole thing, but now, storms are already gathering in the horizon. He needed to prepare, both for the arrival of these Star Marines and the upcoming conflicts.

As the soon to be Grand Admiral departed the Black Site, the facility shrinking as his hovercraft zoomed through the treeline, a silent mumble escaped his lips.

"I hope you're not among them..."

Took a little bit of liberty with the door on the eastern side. Hope that doesn't go out of boundaries.

Goroth looked around the eastern side of the building for any signs of the thing that the faun was indicating earlier. There was nothing in particular outside that he could call as a sign of life, aside from the soothing treeline along the cobblestone wall lining the barrier between artificial and natural. It would be a nice area to work out in the morning, but his concern right now was still about the building. There is a door he found after walking a little deeper into the side of the building. Though it was higher than the windows, it was still shorter than what his species are. He still needed to bend over for the entrance.

"Goroth." The orc heard the faun's voice as she caught up with him. She also introduced herself as Tova. Not a bad name though. A little typical of fauns, but he'd take that. He thought it'd be something dumb instead. She also seemed a bit more comfortable around what is normally a predator to species like her. Hopefully she ain't as dumb as when they met.

As the orc looked at the door, preparing to get inside, he turned over to Tova for a curious questions.

"You like exploration?" If they were going in, in small spaces, if there were dangers, they better stick close. Him going first is just going to leave her behind.

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