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 ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ | DAY 1 《》 UDF: CETRA EAST COMMAND [Briefing Room - Surface] 《》 06:00AM 《》@Archangel89@Salsa Verde Emilia caught a glimpse of someone she had not seen before. While conversing with Amanita, a well kept yet exotic man likely a few years senior to herself flowed them by. Her first guess was that he were of Anatolian descent of some sort. Emilia did have a personal interest in other Aeons, collecting their names and doings like trading cards, but she had only ever learned about the Cetra based Guardians and to some extent Renegades. All the Aeons from Anatolia were still a bit of a mystery to her, even if she had heard some names here and there over the years. He must be from Anatolia... I gotta speak with him later, her mind wandered. The serene moment that Emilia was blessed enough to have in her mind and conversing with Amanita saw its end rather swiftly. Aaron had the most uncanny ability to disrupt any act of contemplation and scare the shit out of her, all at the same time—just as he had done with that awfully loud and obnoxious laughter when the General mentioned Ben by name. Emilia was not stupid. She knew what he was laughing at, but in his defense, she thought it was kind of funny as well, if not deeply ironic. The smooth skin in her face frowned and wrinkled for a brief moment at Aaron's comments. Prick..., her mind chuckled to itself. "Look, dude, it's just a job. I don't care who it is, but yes, I have nothing in common with Ben anymore." She sighed, but found new optimism somewhere deep inside. "Just make sure to bring your A-game on this one, yeah? He is a tough guy, so we gotta be ready if this turns sour." Emilia smirked and gave Aaron a good fist bump on his shoulder. Emilia continued down the various corridors with Amanita. Eventually, all them found their own spaces to gear up and bring whatever they needed. As they walked past the General, Emilia was rather surprised that Isolde Featherswallow had come along this far. It was extremely difficult to not know some of the royalty and high-profile Aeons that were active in the UDF. Isolde was far more famous than Emilia herself, at least in the social and professional circles that mattered. Perhaps the word 'famous' was a distasteful pick—'celebrated' or 'distinguished' was more in Isolde's league. If they had to bring someone of her caliber in on this, then there was more to it than just a missing Aeon. This was nearly always the case in UDF matters, and only IntDiv ever knew what was really going on. Maybe Aaron knows what this is all really about... I have to ask him later, she thought to herself. When she had a moment to herself, Emilia sorted her chest rig and backpack before heading to the the Armory. The sound of boots walking and running throughout the corridors of the underground complex gave a sense of urgency. Various messages were constantly broadcasted throughout rustic sounding speakers. This kind of state of alert usually happened when Navigation Division arrived, especially Air Mobile—everything had to happen fast before they were gone again. After a few shoulder bumps and near collisions, and signing autographs here and there to various soldiers, Emilia arrived at the Armory where she checked out her weapons. Along with her trusty assault rifle and combat sword, she also grabbed a breaching shotgun and a crowbar. Emilia also made sure to grab a set of communication devices especially designated for either Advanced Risk missions or S.W.A.R.G. business. The technology in the devices made sure that the lines were isolated and encrypted, so no external parties could listen in. A small contraption attached to a chest rig or clothing connected to a thin 'choker' strapped around the neck, which had an ear piece wired to it. When communication is desired, the user can gently press against the choker around the neck, which will register throat vibration and sound. This helps to isolate the voice in the ear piece from other noise that a regular microphone would pick up. Stuff the set of com-devices down her backpack made Emilia think about the fact that she had thrown her phone away. "You don't happen to have a Redberry, do you? You know, a touch-phone?" She asked the man checking out all her things. "This is the UDF, Captain—not some Embergate shopping mall." He scuffed. "Right, sorry." Everything was chaotic and loud as Emilia reached the surface. She caught a glimpse of the Anatolian man again, boarding one of the gunships. She figured that it probably was Errikos 'Conductor' Rigas, but Emilia was not entirely there in her conviction. There were a few other Anatolian names on that S.W.A.R.G. list, so it was anyone's guess, really. Emilia hurried to the dual-rotor personnel carrier. A couple of soldiers hitching a ride were already ready and strapped in. She secured her gear in a seat close to the pilots. "Is the Guardian team ready, Captain?" One of the pilots spoke with an elevated tone to overpower the noise of the technology around them. "Just about. I'll be back, shortly." Emilia responded and headed outside again to see that everyone were able to board the transportation in time. Lore Redberry 《》 A brand of touch-screen cellphones that are widely used along a few other brands. Quest Steps If you want to extend further in your post, you can describe NavDiv Air Mobile taking off and following the route I've marked in the local map. The transport should take about 3 hours, so mark that in the timestamps. As Steelwater approaches, you can describe the 'World Eaters' battalion readying up to attack the city, being far from passive on the outskirts. NavDiv will land near the battalion instead of inside the city. The bombing run from NavDiv jets still happens and can be described as well, if you want to. |
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▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ | FLASHBACK — FARHAVEN-CEC [Train] — Prelude - 08:00AM — @DeadDrop@Salsa Verde@Archangel89 Emilia tucked away her bag and rifle in the overhead compartment row, above the window, as Eun-ji chatted about the Research Division. Belladonna...? Hmm, oh yeah, Emberletter... that's where I recognize that name from, she thought to herself. There was always a story that the media attempted to tell, whether true or not. Emilia had gone through that storm herself, way back when the thing with Ben happened. The thing... ugh, how could I forget? Emilia scuffed underneath her breath, being sidetracked by her inner dialog as usual. "That name rings a bell, but I don't remember what she does, exactly." Emilia sat down on the comfy seats again. The rumbling and movement of the train had a soothing quality to it. There were no complications, just a straight line to follow. A smirk broke onto Emilia's lips when the elated researcher offered good flavors this early in the morning, and glasses—all in that tiny carry. I have to get me one of those..., Emilia thought. "To the third edition, maybe?" Emilia said and raised her glass as well. She could not think of anything else. Being in the Group was not some grand aspiration of hers, but it did come with a certain prestige. At least they had a common purpose. They were all on their way towards the same destiny. That in itself was worth celebrating in this world of utter chaos and confusion—or so it seemed. Emilia swiped the whole shot and let the liquid do its thing. The usual, slightly brisk sensation caressed her throat and a hint of a frown on her face came and went within the same second. Emilia had tasted both food and liquor from Goryeo before, but this Ghost thing was something new. It was good, though. Emilia gently nodded her head and glanced at Eun-ji, as an indicator of approval. "Nice flavor. Hit me again," Emilia said and put the glass back on the narrow table between the two, facing row of seats the party currently occupied. It was in this serene moment that some of Emilia's spirits made themselves known and visible. A slight shimmer of white and light blue slowly swirled about and around Emilia's presence. Its shape was somewhat abstract, but in certain twists and brief pauses it resembled a tiny bird of some sort. It was a playful little thing, one that Emilia knew well. It motioned towards Eun-ji and circled the girl's shoulders and head a couple of times before doing the same with Robert. The spirit, or spirits showing as one entity, eventually returned to its sanctuary and seated itself on top of Emilia's head. "I didn't expect this to happen. She usually doesn't show herself around people like this," Emilia said and broke a proper smile. When and where the spirits within decided to show themselves was quite a mystery to most people. All of it seemed random, yet deliberate. However, all of it appeared to depend on the nature of the spirits themselves. Some of them preferred calmness while others preferred strife. Everything was interrupted by a loud entrance. Emilia's spirit quickly returned and was no longer visible. The origin of the ruckus was a familiar face, at least to Emilia. It was a man named Aaron Nyles, or 'Zephyr', as he so elegantly put himself. Emilia had run into him a couple of times over the years, exchanged some banter and gossip, but that was about it. The guy was fast, plenty fast, perhaps too fast for his own good at times. Emilia's frame jerked rather harshly at the sudden scare of Aaron's booming tone. Fuck man..., she thought to herself but lightened up right away. The guy was a blast to be around, high energy, but being an IntDiv agent made a lot of people nervous. Emilia did not mind, though—she had nothing to hide. "No, I'm the fastest, Aaron. You know this already. It's truly mind blowing that I have to remind you of this every time we meet," Emilia said with a teasing tone and frisky smirk on her lips. EMILIA "GARUDA" LANGE — UDF: CETRA EAST COMMAND [Briefing Room] — Day 1 - 05:33AM — @Prisk@Salsa Verde@Rockette Emilia caught a glimpse of Helena Westerly, as the general intently spoke about who to keep in one piece and not to fuck things up. The girl was brisk on her feet, but Emilia eventually extracted what she knew about Helena from a tiny compartment in her mind. Keeping track of other Aeons and somewhat know about their profiles was a casual hobby of Emilia's. She had a pretty decent grasp of most Cetra based Guardians and even Renegades, but the ones form Anatolia were more or less unknown to her with a few exceptions. As the general concluded his brief scolding, or whatever one were to call it, Emilia found a moment to breathe. Eun-ji showed concern, which was a welcomed relief. Wait, what...? Emilia thought, as she noticed the stylish version of the hideous uniform they all had to wear on the Goryean. "Eh, he's not normally like that. But, hey—look at you, fashion. Where..-did you do this yourself?" Emilia eyed the girl up and down in the same moment as a warming and reassuring presence passed them by. Of all the Aeons present, Emilia had probably spent the most time with Scylla. They had been stationed together some years ago, not too long after Emilia's break up with Ben. That time in her life was a whole chapter by itself. |
