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The crowd loved what was left of the Troas crew. Adored them even. They were the great saviors of the colony. And Roger felt like he didn't deserve a single second of the praise being put upon them. Yeah, he shot a few of the alien soldiers and managed to make it out of the whole situation alive (and in the case of Yeager) mostly intact, but in the big scheme of things it didn't feel like he contributed much of anything. Hell, as far as Rooney was concerned only Serah and Sigma deserved such honors, being the ones to stop Mist almost single-handedly.

As it was, he was still here, so he tried to look good and smile for the crowd, but the muscles in his face refused to cooperate. After a couple of attempts it was clear that smiling was not going to work, so he settled on a neutral expression that hopefully wouldn't be read as snobbery or disdain. After finishing the ceremony, Roger quickly separated himself from the rest of the squad and the very touchy public (he was pretty sure more than one hand touched his butt as he was escorted away from the event) in general to get some alone time.

As he walked down the street smoking a cigarette he looked down to his hand. In it he held the Steel Heart Medal, he ran his thumb over the emblem, feeling the smooth metal surface over. He knew it should be a great honor to have such a prestigious accessory, but he didn't feel anything towards it. Still, his folks back home would probably love to have it around. Maybe they'd frame it above the mantle. If nothing else, everyone back home would know he's doing well. At least they'd think he was doing well.

Stuffing the highly coveted award into his pocket, Roger made his way back over to base, specifically the VR training room. It almost wasn't even a conscious decision, he just spent so much time there that it was second nature to be there. To his surprise, he wasn't the only one there. Zim was strapped in, but with the helmet off, looking rather frustrated.

"Not holdin' up so well either, are you?" He asked positioning himself in the pod across from his elder. "Come on, you're just gonna keep fucking up if you beat yourself up."
@Sigil, stop making it hard for me to keep a straight face in public.
@Lady Amalthea, I wouldn't be surprised if reminder posts ended up totaling to a majority of all the ones you've made on this account.
Cyneburg

Location: The Makeshift Camp
Interacting with: Satilla, Ntaj, Keystone, Sana,


Cyne looked at the witch sleepily request to be woken up when she was needed and that she would be fine with any shift and found herself to doubt that either of those statements contained more than a kernel of truth. From the look of things, she would be knocked out for the whole night. Not that there was anything wrong with that. Full night of sleep did wonders for your sense of well being. She'd probably get second watch anyways.

"Ntaj," Cyne called out to the other half-orc, who seemed to be content singing to himself. "Are you going to take a shift on watch?" Regardless of Ntaj's answer, she would take another puff of her pipe before addressing Sana's proposed plan.

"And what, pray tell would you two do if you ran into a large group of undead as you were rushing to get to or from Salarn? The reason most of us are even traveling together in the first place is for safety in numbers. The threat is different, but the principle is the same, no? To give up that benefit for speed in a situation where we don't quite have a time limit would be impatient at best. And no offense, we are supposed to be brokering peace, from what I gather of your temperament you wouldn't really be suited to such a task. Calanon seems like a nice guy but I don't know if he'd be able to get much headway. Meanwhile we'd all be sitting here in an encampment of orcs that don't trust us." Cyne puffed again on her pipe.

"To put it short, I think it's too risky and unlikely to work out."
Carla Lobo


Location: Med Bay


Well, Carla was basically already at the Medical Bay, so it was a trifle to get there. Then there was no real action she had to take aside from looking professional and waiting for the new pilot, Lieutenant Harper to show up. She knew the reason Jahosafat wanted them there was so that he could take their blood, but she deigned to not prepare for it in any such way until the scientist(?) asked them to do such officially. Any more would be getting ahead of herself. When Harper arrived, she spared him but a glance, nothing more, nothing less. As far as she was concerned, their last conversation had never happened.





Location: Room 9

The first thing he grabbed from the slowly accumulating pile of clean cookware was a stainless steel (or whatever the distant future supertech equivalent material would be)skillet, still wet. He shook it a couple times to shake off excess water, and then shrugged, setting it directly onto the stove, where he was greeted with a loud hiss; the water near-instantly vaporized, creating a large, if transient cloud of steam. Lionel blinked a few times before grabbing the biggest knife available to him and one of the smaller chunks of meat that had been harvested from the horse. He laid it out on the tabletop and squinted, trying to estimate the proper size for a single person.

Fuck it. He chopped the cocksucker into thirds. That looked good. Now for seasoning. Even someone as ignorant of cooking as he knew that unseasoned meat, even when cooked was a bland affair. So off he toddled to the various pantries, opening them and inspecting their mostly empty contents at random.

"Where do we keep the ηŒ΄ε­ζˆ˜ζ–— salt?" he half asked, half yelled at Atticus.


Location: Public Records building




"You know," Mali said, resting her fists on her hips, looking at the papers over Relic's shoulder. "If I were running some sort of shadow organization like this, I wouldn't leave around my logo on everything I did. Or at least I'd change it up every couple of decades so that it would still nonverbally communicate to member, but so that it can't be so easily traced back by a couple of schmucks. Work through intermediaries that wouldn't slap your brand on everything. Keep them as in the dark as possible so it's harder to trace things back to yourself."

"But what do I know, they've more or less managed to remain shrouded in secrecy for so long so what they're doing must be 'right.'But anyways, I take it Queensguard is going to be your next point of interest for investigation?"
Queensguard sounded slightly familiar to Mali, but all things considered, that could just be because Queensguard was probably not an uncommon kind of name for things. Well it was kind of odd for it to be in SoCal due to it having little connection with Monarchy of any kind. She'd expect business names like that to be in the UK.
Will have a post up within the next 48 hours. Might have Roger try to join in on the training, provided he can get away from the crowds.


Turns out I lied. Will try to have a post up by the end of tomorrow
Will post once @Sigil posts the terrible fate the good doctor must suffer
Will have a post up within the next 48 hours. Might have Roger try to join in on the training, provided he can get away from the crowds.
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