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[♛] 𝓡equiem. // the rise of soldier.

_{A R C H A D I A / / S H O R E L I N E P A T R O L}

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It was certainly a sight to behold. Multiple tons of metal slowly descended into the darkening azure depths as sporadic streams of bubbles outlined the reluctant fall against a dim glow of crimson flashing. The aerial Shyps of Archadia were built to withstand varying degrees of artillery as well as the wrath of mother nature while maintaining their renown defiance of gravity. The behemoths were comprised of special alloys of metal amalgamations that found their abnormal strength through patented processes; repetition and a rigorous testing phase allowed these military craft to be known as some of the safest transport any aspiring military could own. As Corbyn watched the Shyp be dragged towards the canal floor briefly, his mind had already settled on a likely paranoid conclusion - sabotage. Muscle memory pulled the SOLDIER's body through the pressure of the waters while an absent mind continued to parse and sift through every possible scenario. Elongated memories stretching back to the fringes of neural recall were forcibly pulled from their corners and various mental prisons in an effort to glean even the smallest details, a hopeful scavenging of mentality that attempted to piece together something that just made sense. Then the surface broke.

A rough splash followed the commander's emergence and it only took a few moments for a curious gaze to twist into a half-disappointed frown. The man on fire, Kain, smashed into the sandy shoreline, a tower of flame spontaneously combusting toward the heavens and a maniacal bellow bursting ear drums all around. The increase in security meant that stray patrols could be out on the shorelines, but this kind of revealing was too much. The group hadn't even been given the chance to collect their bearings and wonder what happened before the massive berserker decided to--surely--draw every enemy within a mile radius to their exact location. In spite of his rationale however, Corbyn found him a slight grin at the sight of Archadians being downed. At the very least, Kain was good at what he needed to be good at. Setting foot on solid ground once more, the lancer took a moment to take stock of the surroundings.

Beyond the beaches which were quickly filling with Archadian cavalry were several different paths that all seemed to run in the direction of a cityscape on the horizon. Though the group was caught at the moment, the nature of the mission was yet to be compromised. Metallic pings confirmed as much as Carmen brought claw to knee and pauldron several times in an almost ancient sequence of covert communication. Corbyn shifted glance to his peripheral vision, acknowledging his fellow commander's nod and spoken order with a slight smirk and quick nod of his own. It seemed there was no more time to hand over to the ruminations of earlier and the mission was truly to begin. However... There was a just a little work to be done first. Surveying the land once more, Corbyn wasted no time in picking a route and unlatching the double-headed lance from its back holster. Topographical maps of Archadia had been provided to the team at the Fort before even travelling to the encampment and the commander had taken the chance at hand to study the land as part of operation preparation. Once the debriefing at the encampment had begun, he had also considered the possibility that increased security would mean that any route into Faelan might need to be cleared before it could be taken. The worst case scenario had, of course, come to pass.

Raising a flat hand in the air before pointing a rigid arm to the left, Corbyn didn't even bother looking back to see if his team had emerged from the canal. The strong would survive a minor setback like this. "Looks like the game is on, people," Corbyn said in elevated volume, "Stay on me and remember, our job is to infiltrate as quickly and quietly as possible." The commander pulled the lance from his back as he felt the beat of his heart begin to grow more frequent. "However... Thanks to our burning friend here, we've got a few obstacles blocking our route. Feel free to remove these troublesome things!" Launching from his rear foot, Corbyn took off to the left of the distraction team, exactly where he pointed, and quickly made his way towards his chosen route - a path covered by vegetation and a cluster of trees that were presently shrouded in a blanket of blackest night. A handful of Archadian infantry made their way towards the infiltration team drawn to the area by Kain's bright display of power.

Sailing passed several of them, Corbyn set his sights on a group of three directly blocking his path. He was confident his team could handle the slight alteration to the plan, especially considering they would need to down each and every one of the grunts in their way if they had any chance of regaining the element of surprise before heading towards Faelan. Abruptly, the commander stopped in the midst of his enemies. The poor equipment they were outfitted with would only make things easier. The first of the three buried his brief surprise at the sudden statuesque commander, charging forward with gun in hand. Spinning low, Corbyn swept the shaft of his lance against the shins of the first brave soul, toppling the grunt before quickly coming back around and jabbing a spear-head into his neck. From there, a back kick disoriented a second infantrymen just long enough for a high spinning twirl to open his esophagus up while the third grunt luckily blocked one blow only to be tripped by one side of the fatal lance and impaled in the gut by the other. Corbyn spun the weapon in both hands for a moment to hastily fling blood from both heads before setting his sights back on the infiltration route.

With only a brief pause, the commander disappeared into the thicket and slowed his speed down to a controlled, slightly crouched trot. He never even looked back to ensure the success of his team. In his mind, if any of them fell to an Archadian grunt, there was no use in putting trust in them in the first place.

[♛] 𝓡equiem. // the rise of soldier.

@FantasyChic - Those would definitely be the two biggest. Nier is a niche game so I don't expect most to care about that. I gotta beat everything before Mass Effect though. I usually play multiple games at a time, but I can't play anything else when playing Mass Effect. Unless this one just sucks beyond all reason, I'll probably be really into it for the duration of my playthrough.

[♛] 𝓡equiem. // the rise of soldier.

@FantasyChic - What games? I feel like I'm getting absolutely everything releasing ><. Still working on Tales, then I got Horizon next week, Nier the week after that which will take me into Mass Effect in March and that should bring me to Persona which I think is in April. If Persona is in May however, I may get a month break to actually focus on Nioh which I already own, but can't play cause of all the other games. Lol.

Uggggh, you gotta see it though so it can break records and stuff. Also, it looks really fuggin' good. If this is Hugh Jackman's last as Wolverine, this looks to be the absolute best we've seen from him ever. I cannot wait.

[♛] 𝓡equiem. // the rise of soldier.

Sooooo... With March fast approaching (and as I write this post of mine), please tell me you people are going to see Logan in theaters. That's March 3rd for the uninitiated. And if you're a gamer (also like me lol) then you've got that movie and a full frikkin' lineup of games releasing at the same time. Woe is my wallet, but I'm assuming it'll be worth it.

Who is else is indulging?? (I'm expecting everyone to go see Logan cause necessity >>)

[♛] 𝓡equiem. // the rise of soldier.

@The Survivor - As sad as I'll be to lose you, I'm glad you still came to the thread to actually let us know and write out that message. We appreciate your participation and wish you luck in your future RP endeavors. I don't know that you need to write out a death scene or anything (that's up to @Rockette), but again, I personally appreciate the fact that you came to tell us. It was nice writing with you!

[♛] 𝓡equiem. // the rise of soldier.

^{Struggling [Against // Alongside] Fates}

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_{I S L E O F I V A L I C E / / M A N Y Y E A R S P R I O R}

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They had been there the entire time.

Varrina slowly crouched, aquatic irises maintaining contact with temperamental umber and a curious countenance besmirched by a crooked grin. A petite arm reached low and scooped up two lengthy items wrapped in simple cloth and loosely tied with string. Her lips stretched wider, the excitement building and throbbing just under the surface of her chest, rows of teeth beginning to surface through the widening crack. As smoothly as she lowered herself, the young lady knight rose back to full posture and tossed the longer of the wrapped items over to her waiting opponent, eliciting a brow raise and a visage of slight confusion. Corbyn took a moment to bore this look into the confident manner of his associate while nimble fingers weaved through the string and pulled both it and the fabric away. An ornate spear revealed itself under the moonlight as the boy dug the butt of the shaft into the ground to assess the full height of his familiar weapon. He sucked his teeth. "How did you know?" He asked, gaze shifting from the decorative, yet deadly, blades of the spear back to his female companion.

Varrina crudely tore her fabric away to reveal a long and heavy looking claymore. The silver blade glinted under the moon, rising far above the girl's head as she held the black bandaged wrap hilt to her chest briefly. A small recess traveled the length of the blade in the center though it stopped short of both the tip and the base. The guard was a simple apparatus, merely extending horizontally to the left and right before coning down into the hilt. The lady knight rotated the large weapon in her right hand so as to hold it in an underhanded style, her fingers curling around guard and hilt alike near where the base of the blade disappeared into the guard. "I've seen some of your late night practice sessions," She replied softly.

"Guess I wasn't as hidden as I thought," Corbyn chuckled slightly, "A sword is a fine weapon, but there's something about a lance that's just... More exciting? I have to tell you though, I've always hated that."

"Hated what?"

"How you hold that claymore. Is there even a point?"

"That's right, you've never trained with me. It's just my own style. Don't let it distract you. I don't want to hear any excuses when this is over," Varrina adjusted her footing and slightly angled her body to the side, her left hand resting lightly on the hilt of her large weapon.

"I figured this was going to be barehanded since we're off duty at the moment. Where the hell'd you even get these from?"

"You're not the first person I've done this with."

"That's not an answer to my question."

"Not the question you vocally asked, sure."

"More importantly, why are we even using real weapons to begin with if we're just sparring?"

"I told you, I need to be certain of something. Besides, if you think this is your average sparring match, this is going to be easier than I thought."

"What are you--"

She wasted no time. Launching from her rear foot, Varrina exploded forward and closed the gap between the twosome in seconds. Corbyn barely had time to gasp as muscle memory took over and shuffled his feet quickly to the side, throwing his body towards the ground and into a side roll. As he came out of the roll and snapped his gaze back to his feminine opponent, widened eyes caught a glimpse of the ending of a perfectly executed horizontal swipe, the massive claymore now clutched in her left hand and her form rigid and precise. Varrina reclaimed her original stance and turned to face the young, bewildered knight with the kind of smile a mother gives her children. The boy quickly rose and gripped the spear in both hands, the weapon now guarding the front of his body - then he felt it. A slight breeze nipped and gnawed at freshly exposed skin under a newly opened tear in the plain shirt he wore. Their eyes met once more, but the curious blue now glinted within a ray of moonlight in an almost sinister fashion. "It's exactly as I said," Varrina coldly intoned, "This isn't going to be your average sparring match."

The harsh clang of clashing metal rang out and echoed into the night sky as Varrina bent knees and brought up the broadside of her blade, with both hands, quickly to meet a stabbing thrust. Corbyn sneered behind the shaft of his outstretched spear, his body turned completely to one side and a tight over and under hand grip on his weapon. Any confusion or surprise had been wiped away to be replaced by an almost manic expression of satisfaction. "If that's how we're going to do this," Arms ferociously pulled back, the spear retreating with controlled haste while the body spun a quick 360 to bring the blades atop the shaft back around towards unguarded legs, "then let's fucking do this!" He exclaimed as his offense was once again met with the broadside of the claymore. The two entered into a state of equivalent exchanges as swipes and slashes were met with blocks and deflections on both sides. Corbyn danced and pirouetted around the grassy, forested battlefield while Varrina only seemed to move in defensive maneuvers, opting to use the efficiency of shorter steps to aid in her masterful offensive technique. A full minute went by as the clashes raged on before the duo stopped a short distance apart - the same distance they had started with.

"You're a lot quicker with that thing than I thought you'd be," Corbyn complimented, his chest heaving in and out ever so slightly.

"Unfortunately, I'm not one for pointless reciprocity," Varrina once again regained her original stance.

"I didn't ask anyway. I was just sayin', mostly"

"Well we can save that kind of talk for later. You haven't beaten me yet." Varrina smiled once more as she launched herself forward to meet a now equally fast Corbyn in another clash.

_{S O L D I E R E N C A M P M E N T / / Z A L E R A T U N D R A}

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The wail of the siren created an odd dichotomy for Corbyn. On the one hand, his body jolted and his head snapped to the nearest loudspeaker as if to confirm the noise and comprehend its meaning fully, validating the subtly rising feelings of worry and dread bubbling within. On the other hand, his heart smiled with a steadily rising frequency of beats, a more feral, primal even, kind of fragmented excitement slowly clustering and joining together in stark opposition to the surface level trepidation and caution. His eyes closed as he let the pitch of the warning banshee penetrate his being and stir his focus. Fleeting thoughts of early days at the Fort wove together in the space of his mentality, creating a tapestry of memories and feelings brought on from the training and speeches of more experienced officers from that time. Countless training simulations and scenarios lost all their heft as the sound of the screaming alarm cemented this first SOLDIER deployment as all too real. This is what the commander had both been weary of and hoping for. This is when everything would truly begin.

"That sound... Is truly awful," Asteria whined. Corbyn shifted in his seat, erecting his back and interlacing his fingers on the table. An influx of personnel had stormed the tent and removed the food and drink to be replaced by dossiers and documents. Though every member of the unit had a responsibility to read files prior to leaving for deployment, this kind of impromptu debriefing was standard even when the alarm remained silent. The fact that it had gone off meant that the mission had just become that much more interesting. The commander maintained a blank expression as a random officer began the meeting.

"Archadia has ordered a sudden increase within their border security. Our allotted window of infiltration has been shortened drastically. You must leave tonight, otherwise there will be a full out war on the borders and the chance that we lose the Weapon too high to risk such an affront. The Shyps will hover near the shore, where you'll be required to drop down and swim the rest of the way up. To avoid security seeing the Shyps, we'll use the blanket of the tundra winds and snow to remain hidden, but we can only get so close."

Corbyn's brow furrowed instinctively. A sudden increase in security? He couldn't wrap his head around the order. There shouldn't have been a way for Archadia to have been tipped off on SOLDIER's movements, but that would mean that something else was going on that was drastic enough to cause this kind of paranoid reaction.

"We've deliberated over your files and have determined that the best course of action would be a troupe designed purposely for distraction, and one for infiltration. The distraction group will draw attention towards them and away from those that will sneak in through a gap in the force, the sudden action will hopefully disturb the tightening of security so you're able to gather into Faelan without trouble. Once the infiltration group has secured a certain point within Archadia, a signal will be provided by the critical explosion of a flash bomb so the distraction team can pull away. The point is to avoid unnecessary... Death."

The corners of his lips tugged just slightly as the commander listened to the officer speak. He knew what was coming next.

"The infiltration group will be led by Corbyn Vesper and the distraction team will be led by Carmen Auset."

"Well, shit," Corbyn interjected before waving a hand at the officer to disregard the errant comment and continue. He took a quick look around the table at the others and rubbed his temple. Ranks in SOLDIER were funny kinds of things. Beyond the semantics of title, the organizational hierarchy didn't really mean much. Ranks signified ability and strength more so than authority and seniority - indicative of danger even, in the case of certain individuals. It wasn't that the commander had problems with leading a team--quite the opposite, considering he had done it before--but the man himself figured he was better suited to causing a bit of a ruckus than methodically navigating an area.

"You can't be actually disappointed," Asteria echoed, "You don't even like to fight. This should be perfect for a man like you."

"Tch, a man like me... Look, I'm not disappointed anyway. I was just a bit surprised, is all. Figured I'd be more useful as a distraction. I'll go wherever they want me to."

"So now you're their lapdog, too? Ha! This should be entertaining, at the least."

"Just shut the hell up, you don't have a clue. I already told you to go back into dormancy anyway, I won't be using your power."

"Sure, we'll see how that goes.'

Corbyn sighed audibly just as the screaming banshee came to life for a second round. One of the young analysts caught wind of infantry already heading to the Archadia borders to help with the security increase. It was now or never, it seemed. Clutching the lance on his back as if to make sure it was still in place, the commander stood and intrinsically brushed off his shirt and stretched before he was hit with the most important revelation of that moment.

His stomach rumbled angrily as he realized he hadn't eaten a single piece of the meat that had been brought out.

_{A B O A R D T H E S H Y P / / T H E C A N A L}

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Unlike the previous vessel, the transport Shyp taking the team to Archadia was quite a bit roomier within its heavy metallic walls. The overall design of the exterior was more aerodynamic and built to stealth specifications, yet somehow was made to provide almost double the space inside, spread amongst three main compartments. The SOLDIER unit took up refuge in the lower deck where the hydraulic ramp and weapons storage was - though the storage housed standard issue projectiles, not the custom weaponry a SOLDIER might carry. In true uniform fashion, olive hues surrounded those within on all sides save for the presently darkened alarm which stood out amongst the brighter shade it was attached to. Three double rows of seats created a squared off "U" shape on the outer edges of the large space nearest to each of the three walls, but the current roster took up nowhere near the amount of seats available. In Shyps like these, Corbyn always elected to claim a seat on the wall directly across from the hydraulic ramp. He liked to watch the ramp release from its internal locks and slowly drop down, revealing the outside the world. His lance occupied the seat next to him, pointing up at the ceiling and leaning at a diagonal.

"What are you thinking about?" Asteria suddenly echoed. Corbyn, slumping and laid back in his seat with his eyes closed, sighed and laced the fingers resting on his abdomen.

"My goodness, you're talkative today," He replied in his mind, "And what kind of stupid question is that? You can read my damn thoughts."

"I'm trying to practice being more... Down to earth, as you put it?"

"Yeah, that's not what that means. In any case, we've got a decent chunk of time left, I may as well give in. Nothing much, really. I was just reflecting on that night... "

"We have co-existed for far too many nights for me to understand which one you're referring to."

"Right, right. It was years before we were... Well, before we found ourselves in this situation. It was a similar kind of impromptu outing then too and I just... I just remember feeling the same way then, as I do now. That's a little interesting, to me."

"It must have something to do with that female, right? What was her name, again?"

"Heh... It was--" The sudden jerk and pull of gravity and g-force burst open Corbyn's eyes as he felt a sharp downward sensation. It took a few moments to register, but something had wrong - very wrong. Crimson flashes of light accompanied by an even louder, screaming siren threw the commander's senses into a dizzying soup of amalgamated confusion, shock, terror, and even plain old fear. As the nosedive grew steeper, his thoughts all came crashing together at the same, horrifying conclusion; the shyp was going down and it was going down hard.

Corbyn awoke with a snap and immediately felt the aches and stinging of various parts of his now sprawled body. Though the seats on the Shyp all came with restraints, the commander was accustomed to not wearing them since SOLDIER had never had to really leave the Fort properly until now. Of course the first time would immediately bite him in the ass. As his vision cleared, the fuzzy figure of Carmen came into view, the unhinged woman rushing to cut restrained SOLDIERs free and the another woman, Natalya, lending a hand in the endeavor. As the two were almost finished, Corbyn took a few seconds to shift his gaze around, regaining his bearings and feeling around for his lance. Luckily, his prized weapon had fallen not too far and with it now in tow, he turned back to see Carmen diving into the quickly rising waters of a flooding, now overturned Shyp. "Water. It had to be water. Guess I'll have to actually swim," Corbyn muttered to himself as he strapped his weapon to his back once more, took a breath, and followed Carmen's direction hoping she had already found a way out.

[♛] 𝓡equiem. // the rise of soldier.

@Insatiable - Thanks for letting us know, we appreciate it.

[♛] 𝓡equiem. // the rise of soldier.

Nic is one crazy guy lol. Decided to get another small post out of my own.

[♛] 𝓡equiem. // the rise of soldier.

^{| The First Steps, Faltered |}

_{I S L E O F I V A L I C E / / M A N Y Y E A R S P R I O R}

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As he peered into the collage of aqua and ebony hues littered with endless sparkles, Corbyn fixated on the brightest of all the lights. The beginning of the month had always been his favorite for this reason and though it seemed simple or even insignificant to others, there was a certain allure radiated from the full, new moon that nothing else seemed to match. Streaks of lunar light cut through the canopy bed of treetops and created a soft glow that illuminated just enough of the surrounding nature to dissuade the young soldier's usual paranoia and relax his erratic thoughts. Umber oculi steadily moved from the picturesque scene of the moon in the night sky to the figure standing before them, a small distance away. As relaxing as the ritual was, this particular night held a special reason for the boy to resist tension and find calm. He chuckled as recently loosened digits brushed across a thin carpet of freshly cut hair. "I don't know what the hell you're trying to prove... But, as I told you, I won't be holding back," Corbyn said, an elevated voice carrying his words across the solemn night to the smiling visage of his associate.

"And, as I told you," a feminine voice cooed back, "There's something I need to be certain of. Isn't this what men like you live for?"

Corbyn chuckled again, this time purposely increasing volume. "Men like me?"

The female shifted in place, seemingly adjusting her loose clothing; gray sweatpants and a bright, sleeveless undershirt were needlessly swiped and pawed at as the woman sucked her teeth. "You obviously joined the Order under some kind of false pretense. I bet you thought it would be an easy way to make a name for yourself by fighting and killing the enenmy. You've been shaking and borderline silent all day... Ever since you found out that it would be the previous military we'd be fighting against. That it'd be our people we'd be slaughtering."

Corbyn turned briefly and spit into the grass, pocketing his hands for the moment. He had also come in loose clothing though the pockets still seemed just a bit too tight. "No offense... But you don't know shit about me. If this is some lame attempt to provoke anger before we begin, you're failing pretty hard."

"Am I?"

"Obviously."

"That's funny, because I didn't hear a denial."

"You some kind of sadist?"

"What kind of random question is that?"

"It's a valid question considering you're taking the potential slaughter of our people as some kind of joke. Or even worse, some kind of arrogant high-ground."

"Now we're getting somewhere. This is why I need to be certain."

"Certain of what, exatly?"

"Just... Something. How about this? If you beat me, I'll tell you what it is."

"This is ridiculous, but whatever. I only agreed to this because you've been bugging me about sparring for weeks now. You do realize, I don't even know your name yet, right?"

"It's Varrina. My name is Varrina."

"That's not a local name, but I'm not gonna remember it anyway. You always wear that same damn ponytail so it's easy to pick you out from the rest."

Varrina's smile grew, her blue eyes shimmering under a thin ray of moonlight. Removing hands from pockets, Corbyn slowly turned to the side. There was no way he could know that everything would trace back to this exact moment - the moment his life truly began.

_{S O L D I E R E N C A M P M E N T / / Z A L E R A T U N D R A}

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Though he had been the first to impart formal introductions to the group, Corbyn had become lost in the dance the steam from his coffee mug performed as it ascended towards the heavens - in this case, the olive covering of the tent. James, now forever branded as the SOLDIER who literally vomits sunshine and rainbows, was the first voice to drag the commander back to the present reality. He identified himself as Third Class which immediately got an eyebrow raise. Corbyn had known the team would be somewhat diverse in rank and ability, but he never thought top brass would go this far. His mind questioned their motives as the boy grew quieter and quieter until he seemingly trailed off.

"I feel the same way," Asteria suddenly echoed within her mental confines.

"The same way? What are you saying?

" 'What kind of joke is this?!' is what you just pretty loudly thought, correct?"

Corbyn was silent.

"I was simply agreeing with you. And I can see the conclusions you're beginning to draw. How important is this mission, indeed."

The commander ever so slightly shook his head just as James decided to become weird once more. The display he conjured received no visible reaction from Corbyn. At this point, it was common knowledge that if you were chosen for this particular unit, there was a good chance you were bonded to one of the mysterious Aeons. Seeing one manifest was admittedly a little rare, but not completely unexpected. The unexpected would rear its evasive little head as the next voice claimed attention.

Auset came across as strange to just about anyone and everyone. Even amongst the commanders, most kept their distance whether they knew of her or not. Her idiosyncrasies usually proved too numerous and too peculiar for most to even want to begin some form of association. Corbyn's relationship with the younger woman was just a tiny bit complicated. He could not claim to really know her--just who the hell really could--but he been brave enough to associate with her a sparse few times. In those moments, the feelings traded between the two seemed to contradict. While she was mostly an enigma who seemed to behave in strange ways for the simple fuck of it all, there also seemed to be something more to her as well. It was impossible to place a finger on it, but even Asteria had gained strange feelings the few times proximity grew closer. At this particular moment however, Auset brought up a good point.

"It's a foregone conclusion something is being hidden. My question is why the hell would you hide it in a place like that?" Corbyn said, a rhetorical tone lacing his words. Before he could consider the subject more, more voices broke his concentration.

While London did not offer much in the way of an introduction, the way she sharpened and pointed her words struck a chord with Corbyn. Before the commander could attempt to respond though, his eyes grew wide with fear as the man calling himself Nic stood and did the unthinkable - an outstretched hand slowly sauntered its way towards Auset. Just what the hell was this guy thinking? As much as he wanted to save his new team member, it was also true that this kind of thing happened to Auset so rarely that it would almost be a travesty to miss her reaction. Instead, Corbyn found his own body reacting on muscle memory, standing and meeting Sammel's hand in the middle of the table for a firm shake. Involuntary emotion pulled the corner of Corbyn's lip up in small grin as he faced the coffee handler.

"I don't think I said it before, but I'm another one of the commanders assigned to this squad," Corbyn reclaimed his seat as he continued to speak, "Can't really say what I specialize in, as embarrassing as that sounds. My abilities allow me to be pretty... Versatile, let's say. Glad to have you on board though. Seriously, good coffee like this is hard to come by even back at the Fort."

Even as Corbyn spoke, half of his attention awaited the outcome of Nic's risky offer of greeting formality.

[♛] 𝓡equiem. // the rise of soldier.

Damn, lots of people seem to be sick lately. Ya'll need to get on that Excedrin and Nyquil train.