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Maritza Verenna

The knight serpenta listened to the unfolding conversation with impassive silence, the occasional twitch of her tail the Naga's only major movement. Out of the corner of her visor, Maritza caught the shifting in the bushes. Almost tensing up, she relaxed as Sir Segremors took up the vanguard. Unless their potential enemy bore powerful magic or inhuman strength, the Naga was confident in the former mercenary's ability to blunt any would-be attack with a counter charge almost as ferocious as her own.

Instead, she wove her way a little closer to Veileena Cal, one hand surreptitiously dropping to her axe, the Naga twisting her body to hide the action from any prying eyes within the bushes. "That's all well and good Lady Cal, but forgive me if we're not so quick to trust. You see, there were multiple mercenary bands within the fort, all aiming for the shard, all with clearly different intents. And now all but one of them are dead. So who were the mercenaries you hired to retrieve the shard, Lady Cal? The truth if you would be so kind." Maritza asked, her tone impassively neutral as she stretched the truth a little.
Maritza Verenna

With a grunt, Maritza slithered somewhat ungainly out of the cart they'd procured from the fort's supplies. The distance they'd needed to cover, and the speed at which they had done so would have been too far, too fast for the Naga to have kept up with the group on her own. Carefully navigating around the horses, the Knight Serpenta ignored their newest arrival and wove her way to front of the column to join Fanilly, Tyaethe and any other senior members of the order.

"If someone had a shard of Angroron and bore it here with ill intent, my first assumption is that they would have simply tossed it down the well and into the moon pool. Can't imagine that not having any ill affects. Is there any way we can get down into the underground chamber? This is my first time here." Maritza half-commented, half-stated her thoughts aloud; the naga's head on a swivel of danger in spite of the shrine's serenity.
Fox


There was a digital grunt from Fox in response to HQ's reply. <<Copy that, Pandora.>> The young man paused for a moment, listening to the Chief continue, speaking up again once they'd finished. <<Is it just going to be us on this boarding action or will we be flying escort for a ground team?>> Not waiting for an answer, he refocused on his self-appointed task at hand. A few quick system inputs later, the Outrider's computer system began compiling a full error report. With all of his Raven drones now safely stowed away, the young man gave the battlefield one last look over.

Noting Stel's awkward departure and lack of combat action, Fox frowned slightly. The Michael was clearly an impressive and complicated piece of engineering with a completely green pilot. The latter of which was a problem they'd need to fix, and fast. Someone was going to need to teach the Plutonian how to fight, Fox mused, and that someone should definitely be somebody other than himself.

Wracking his brain, Fox went through what he could remember of his fellow pilot's dossiers. Himself and Kon were both bad ideas for obvious reasons. There was Colonel Brusilov, but the old marine might be a bit too heavy-handed of a solution. Gypsy was too much of a wildcard to be a reliable option... But Volana wasn't. Skilled enough to probably be a good teacher, the Cytherean was about the same age and build Stel. Someone similar enough to make for an easy connection but skilled enough to be taken seriously as a teacher. And perhaps most importantly, Volana was level-headed and confident without being overbearing.

Mentally filing that thought away, Fox's attention settled on Halim's Casket, the mass-produced Orbital pulling more than a few old memories out of the harsh depths of his mind. Noting a slight listing in the Casket's stance, a result of having spent too many years fighting with and against CSC Orbitals, the young man's face hardened in concern when he realized that the former BTF pilot hadn't sounded off yet. Pushing the Outrider into motion, the Exo-Frame skipped across the dune tops as it rapidly closed distance with the Casket. Aggressively forcing himself to remember Halim's BTF number, Fox adjusted his voice down a couple of octaves and hardened his tone. <<BTF-unit AGL-001, Status report. Now.>> Fox snapped off over comms, his synthetic voice hard and flat.
Maritza Verenna

At Tyaethe's proclamation, Maritza blinked in surprise and shifted to glance at the diminutive vampire. "Forgive my impudence, but are you absolutely positive of that Dame Radistirin? A shard of Angroron really is not something we want to miss. How do you even know, anyway? You've never struck me as sort to bother with divinatory practices, though I suppose given that you've got a couple centuries of life experience it shouldn't surprise me that you would have picked one up at some point." The Naga sighed in irritation as she reassessed the situation.

"If it's a tracker we need, I could probably do it, so long as our quarry stayed away from civilization. However, I'd need a starting point from where they'd have broken off of the main road. Tyaethe, if your source of information could narrow that down for me, I can keep us on their trail." She added, returning her attention the rest of the group. "Captain? Your orders?" The Knight Serpenta asked, though her gaze squarely rested on the stubborn mercenary leader.
I've got a post started, hopefully I can get it finished tonight or tomorrow. Five day work weeks with split weekends is rough.
Life's been really busy. Hopefully post soonish?
Still here! Still alive. Life's just been a lot lately. Hopefully I can get a post out soon(ish).
Aaannd the snake lady once again moves to escalate the situation.
Maritza Verenna

As the conversation unfolded, the Knight Serpenta's trail of thought took a notably different turn from the others. Wherever the shard of Angroron ended up, it would be easy enough to track through the devastation left in it's wake. A horrific loss of life to be sure, but an acceptable cost if it meant they made good on the opportunity to hunt down whoever wanted it in the first place. On the topic of said individual, Maritza's eyes narrowed behind her visor as she stared down Alette, vocalizing the rest of her thoughts.

"You know..." The Naga started off slowly, a hardened edge to her tone that had been missing previously. "The livery of the Iron Roses is hard to mistake for anything else, the armor of our captain especially. So, now that you what kind of mess you've been hired for, along with the fact that you still won't tell us who hired you, leads me to one conclusion." There was a cold pause as Maritza lowered herself in a fighting stance, one hand dropping the rune-lined head of the axe in her belt. "You believe that your employer is an enemy to both the Church and Crown of Thaln. I think it would be in your best interest to prove me wrong."
Assuming there's still room for one more, I've got some tentative interest. I'll PM the details this evening of my... Idea.
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