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NOTICE: Still looking for a 1x1 story partner. Mind that I'm not a quick post shooter, due to work, so I tend to write a paragraph or two in such RPs instead of a few lines. If anyone reading this is still interested, send a PM my way.


In a bleak world that is called reality...
A young man tries to find his path in life...
And so he decided to do Role-Playing!

Ahem, hello everyone! Y'all can call me Max, or Maxxy, or Maxwell House even! Fine, Riffus will do just fine too...
I'm what some would call a veteran RPer, despite not having been much active in these parts, or at all for the last 3 years. As a matter of fact, I started RP'ing ever since I started high school, and that was probably more than 15 years ago...


God, that makes me feel old.

So anyways, since I'm a nice guy and I know some might not want to absolutely know EVERYTHING about me (well, not everything really), I've highlighted areas of my introduction where you guys might be more interested in.


Some people might know me from where I initially started RP'ing,the "Artix Entertainment Forums". Yeah, the forums dedicated to all games made by Artix Entertainment, such as their very first fame "AdventureQuest", "DragonFable" and "MechQuest" to name only a few. I was known as Necrodan for a while. Afterwards it was Dread_Shadow_Max for a long time, but that name eventually grew too moody for my lively self, so I came to adopt the name representing myself in a better way, the same alias I am using right now.

After some... let's say... issues with the former forums, a lot of its RP'ers (myself included) moved on to another forum that one of us has created. It was thusly called: "The Forbidden Forums". Quite shady, huh? Well, it had a story behind, of which I wasn't involved myself. I Rp'ed there for years, amidst many quarrels and unfinished RPs, until life struck a terrible blow against my poor self.


I HAD GOTTEN A JOB! Yes, poor old me was tired of living carefree in the debts of a student loan (from a program I didn't even finish at college), and so I decided to take on the mantle of a hard-working man. Never did I thought that writing RPs and working at night would be so detrimental, and as such I had resigned my fate as a RP'er to better focus on working...

Nah, in fact it's just that I couldn't keep up with the RP's I was in and found great difficulty to focus on writing. Working 12 hours a day isn't great. You just barely get back from work, eat, sleep, then repeat for 4 days. And during weekends, you'Re just too tired that you either sleep all day, laze around all-day long or just try to enjoy what little social life you have left. Life was dark at that point.


Eventually, things grew to be smoother. I have gotten a new job. Still at night, but it's 8 hours instead, that makes a few more hours of free time. I have used most of that time to catch up on my games and discover new ones. But now that I'm feeling a part of me missing, a part of my creative self that yearned to write about epics and fantastic stories, I've decided to return to RP'ing once more after nearly 3 years of inactivity in the domain.

I do hope that I will be able to meet the expectations of my new comrades-in-writing and that we will all be having fun weaving the stories that have yet to be written. But hey, let's stop talking about myself, or rather my personal self. Let's delve instead into my RP'ing persona.


I'm what you would call a Jack-Of-All-Trades. I like RP'ing as a whole, be it in fantasy, sci-fi, dark or even school life settings. I do them all! I'm mostly a man of group RP's, but I've started enjoying 1x1's just before leaving for 3 years. I just love interactions between characters, as I feel they are a needed part in a successful RP. In fact, I'm a sucker for character development. Not only do I enjoy seeing the story progress, but I also love seeing the characters in that story evolving from the adventures they are experiencing.

As for my RP'ing style, you can trace it back from posts I made a few years back. I do enjoy writing lengthy and detailed pragraphs (just look at that gods be damned biography about myself that will mostly be overlooked). That's the only way to get all these ideas from that overloaded brains of mine! So I'm very sorry in advance to those who don't like reading wall of texts. For those who actually like it, then you're very much welcome!

Actually, it's just the way I was taught to write in school. A story and its characters are much more fun to read if you know the characters, their background or even their more in-depths detail. Assuming one does not overuse details of course, a mistake I was often told in the past.

Well, that's it for me. Sorry for the long introduction to my self. Hope you had a blast knowing a bit more about me. And I do hope we will be having nice RP's to be written.

So in short, it's nice to be back!

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Extraction Mission

Jaida & Padul

Collab with @Lauder

On queue with what Fufuro had mentionned, Jaida's holocommunicator received a message from Commander Gallowin. The junkyard, heh? Clever place for a hideout. One would think a wealthy mercenary would be hiding out in some luxurious hangar or some other place like that. She should've known, considering the huntress' own habits.

And yet, while she considering the idea of investigating this junkyard herself, the young woman had something else to do. Of course, she could just leave that task to the Republic, if not ignore the deal altogether now that she had information, but strangely enough, a part of the ex-criminal felt the need to ensure her end of the bargain was done right, by herself.

Letting out a sigh, Jaida looked at Fufuro "I'll leave this to the other. I'm heading out. Take care of base and that guy over there."

On her way to her room, Jaida was lost in thoughts, planning ahead for her own "mission". Securing civilians ought to be a piece of cake, but after what happened recently, the ex-bouty hunter couldn't let her guard down. The streets were bound to have no only merceneraries hired to look for her by the crime lord who failed to have her assassinated, but also by the one who employed Blank and/or whoever owned the drug factory. This was such a mess. It felt like the whole planet had its eyes on her.

Plans began forming in the raven-haired gunslinger's mind as she reached her room. Now, whie going out solo would be best for stealth, it would be somewhat foolish now considering she oud potentially run into thugs looking out for her. She needed someone capable to have her back. Her choice of partners was quite limited. Jaida didn't exactly trust a normal soldier for the job. She couldn't have any of the members who assaulted the drug factory with her, lest they would attract suspicons. And after what happened back there with Blank and the two other Jedi, Jaida was in no mood to tolerate the presence of a Jedi with her right now. Bringing a Senator out on the field was simply out of the question, so that left her with pretty much a single person in mind, from what Jaida could remember of her recent search from the Republic's database.

Hoistering her blaster pistol onto her belt and her trusty rife strapped to her back, Jaida set out to find a female Trandoshan going by the name of Padul Hssesch. According to database, she was a soldier here on base with not exactly the cleanest track record. Conveniently, it sort of pleased the huntress. She didn't exactly need someone with the highest morals, and felt like this Padul might see her point of view. Plus, the girl was a Trandoshan. If there's anything Jaida learned from working in the underworld of Gamorria, it is that Trandoshan mercenaries were rightfully feared. Vicous and tough hunters they made. She actually respected their ferocity and their tenacity. They were good survivors, if their anger didn't blind them stupid.

Reaching the door leading to Padul's room, Jaida pressed a button on the panel next to the door. A beep signaled the room's owner the presence of someone outside.

After a moment, the door to the room slid open for the near seven-foot tall trandoshan to loom over the female who had summoned her. Padul was already geared in up, though that was due to the fact that the base had been attacked and she had to defend it, only to go back to her room after the firefight for more off-time. However, it seemed she would not get that pleasure. The trandoshan gazed down at Jaida, looking her over somewhat quizically, noticing that she was not a part of the common soldiery or command that would typically drag her out for patrols or some other useless task that she would be demeaned to.

"Who are you and what do you want?" Padul questioned, her gutteral voice commanding an answer, as a sargeant would typically act around soldiers under her command. It was not out of arrogance, but merely rank that she seemed agressive.

If one were to peer into her room, they would find that the decor would match that of her homeworld in Trandosha, as well as the back wall bearing tally marks of her points that she had collected during her time on the planet, points for the Scorekeeper that her people worshipped. Her Relby-v10 was leaned against the side of the wall not even a foot away from her. Additionally, the room was dimly lit, mainly as Padul did not need too much light to operate, especially within her living space.

While Jaida was somewhat tall for a human female, the bounty huntress actually had lean her head back for her eyes to meet the Trandoshan's. Tipping her hat up for a clearer view, the human huntress managed to stiffle a whistle from coming out, but she couldn't hide a grin forming onto her lips in answer to Padul's harsh tone. Very impressive indeed.

"What's up? I'm Jaida Sarinn, newest recruit and 'guide' for the Republic. Nice meeting you." The young woman held out her hand for a shake. "I won't waste time with the long explanation. I need someone reliable to help me on an extraction task. You look the capable sort, so I was wondering if you'd help me?"

"An extraction task?" Padul mused for a moment, wondering of all the different things that could entail, whether it be absolutely stupid or purely just slacking off of duty. Her gaze shifted into a skeptical look before cocking her head to the side. "And what exactly does this task entail and who authorized such a mission?" the larger woman asked, suspicious of the human that had come to her door.

Jaida rolled her eyes at the questions. So much for saving time on explanation. "I struck a deal with one of the prisonners. Information for safety. Well, his family's safety. It wasn't authorized by anyone, but I'd figure that I'd rather do it myself now than wait for all the bureaucracy to get some lousy troopers to do the job. No offense."

"A woman of action? I can appreciate that," Padul let out the twisted laugh that only trandoshans could generate with their raspy voices. She thought to herself for a few moments before turning and getting her blaster rifle, confirming, "Very well, I shall aid you. Action is better than waiting for some orders. Plus," Padul raised her gun, "it might add to my score."

"What with the thugs looking for us, I'm pretty sure you can add a few heads to you... score?" Jaida had heard of a few Trandoshan warriors before referring to that "score", but the huntress never did more digging into its meaning. She simply assumed it was a personnal headcount or something like that. She rose a clenched fist to her chest as a token of her appreciation, flashing a toothy grin to her new and larger partner. "Great! We'll be going right away, if you are ready. I'll explain more on the way."

"You caught me at a good time then, I am ready for action," the Trandoshan chuckled, stepping out of her room, the door closing behind her. Padul kept her Relby close as she did so, wanting to be ready at all times for the action that she was hoping for. "I have several smoke grenades and a single thermal detonator, a stun baton, if we want to take someone alive, and a holocommunicator in case things get... hairy," she informed Jaida before remembering that she had not properly introduced herself.

"Forgive me for forgetting my manners, I am Sargeant Padul Hssesch, pleasure to meet you, Jaida Sarinn."

"Pleasure's all mine, Sarge." Jaida tipped her hat "Might be excessive for an extraction mission I know, but I got my sniper and my blaster just in case. Might never know what'll happen, especially with what happened earlier. I got some utility stuff for moving around and being stealthy. That's pretty much it."

Seeing the Trandoshan left her room, closed the door, was ready for action and introductions were properly made, Jaida motionned her partner to to follow, leading them to the base's hangar. There, they found each other in front of a rather unremarkable two-seats speeder vehicle, which stood out how quaint it was compared to all the military gear around.

"I'll need to get it changed for something more suitable in size for an extraction. We'll make a small detour to get a new ride. It's not like my cars last long anyway." Jaida let out a faint chuckle at the last sentence.

"I personally think that a X-34 would be better, small and fast enough to do what we need," Padul commented, she was no speeder enthusiast but she new some of the more popular models that were seemingly irreplacable. It was a strange thing of her, but at least she knew the basics of speeder craft, even though starfreighters were the better way to get around, though that was hardly a matter of contest.

"I get your feeling. I'd personally drive around in one, but we've got a few people to fetch. Might get crowded for a two-seaters." As Jaida unlocked the speeder's doors, she fiddled with her holocomunnicator on her wrist. "This'll just just a minute."

"Saven?... Yeah, it's me... I need a big one this time. Probably for a couple people, maybe like six... You know how this works, no questions asked... Leave it between 6th and 8th... Usual doesn't cut it anymore man, I'll leave it between 2nd and 4th... What? That's ridiculously expensive!... Last minute fee my ass!...Yeah, no... Remember when I saved your 'business' from the Black Claws?... Yeah, I'm calling it now... Fine, it's settled then... Yeah yeah, drinks are on me next time, if there is even a next time... Nothing!... See ya."

After her call, Jaida turned to Padul with a grin. "Sorry for the wait. Going to get our new ride before heading out to get our query."

"That certainly sounded... illegal," Padul noted without much to say, she was not going to rat her put for each soldier had their own advantages, even if they were a bit underhanded. Not that she could judge, having done some bounty hunting, she knew that sometimes the best route would be one that was not viewed well by the government. "No matter, if it suits our needs then it'll be fine," the trandoshan continued.

"Illegal? Pffft, please." Jaida swayed her hand in a dismissive manner while speaking with a grossly exagerating fake innocent tone. "Guy owes me a favour from saving his shop. I'm just calling in that favour right now."

The speeder's engine roared to life as the owner sparked the ignition switch. Soon enough, the speeder took off from the hangar and hit the road, leading to the nearby city.

"Right. So one of the guys you people captured earlier, I negotiated their safety in exchange for information, like I told you earlier. Why I did that? I know how Gamorria works. If whoever employed them feared they had something to say, they'd threaten their life and their families. Their families are the only leverage I could get to make them talk. Otherwise, they wouldn't say a word. I didn't learn that much, only that this dude learned the passcode for the base's backdoor entry. Which means, we either have a traitor among us, or someone has infiltrated us. Both theories work. You'll find Gamorria to be home of many talented criminals, and also full of corruption. Didn't think it would reach inside this Republic's base so soon though. Also, those guys didn't band together randomly to show how displeased they were of you guys. Someone offered them a deal, to join Gamorria's top dogs. An offer one doesn't refuse when living in the underworld. But it was all a setup. Whether it's to test the Republic's strength, or simply to get rid of a few rival gangs, those guys were only bantha fodder. They weren't expected to succeed."

"Trust me, I am well aware of Gamorria's history, family used to come her to get contracts sometimes, dragged me along to learn how it was done," Padul informed Jaida, feeling her partner ought to know that she knew what the planet's underbelly was like. "Anyways, how many people will we be extracting? I hope it isn't a large family, would be a lot harder to protect them if we get attacked," the trandoshan asked, looking over at her partner.

"I see. I was even more right to have you along for the ride then. Knowing what you are up agaisnt is a good advantage." Jaida paused, taking a few seconds to recall what the file she had read earlier mentionned. "His mother and sister. Apparently, father died by thugs when he couldn't pay his loan back to Teratect. Debt bounced off on him, now he tried to pay it off by any mean necessary. Assuming extended family isn't there, we should be getting only two individuals. Sister is the priority though. Guy is apparently very concerned about her, at least that's the vibe I got from him."

"Understandable, family is important," Padul commented, before she caught herself in her own mind. Even still, years into her service, Padul was still deeply conflicted about having joined the Republic against her family's wishes, but at the same time, her people needed to be seen as more than mercenaries and savages. A look of depression came to her face before she shook away the feeling, continuing before Jaida could catch her, "Two individuals will be easy to get, this mission is as good as done if we don't come across any rancors." There was an awkward pause in her statement, "Rancors would be bad."

"Let's hope we're not going to cross some of the Beastriders gang. I heard they keep one in a pit underneath their underground base." Jaida mused as she recalled having indirectly worked with them to smuggle a shipment of nasty critters off-planet, back when she was younger. One of the first jobs she took, as a matter of fact.

Soon enough, the vehicle came to a halt in an alleyway of sorts. The raven-haired human turned to her partner. "Here's our stop. Gotta walk a few blocks to get the new ride."

Padul sighed before getting out of the vehicle, she did not like the notion of getting out of a vehicle to go to another vehicle then proceed to use the new vehicle. Though, since whatever illegal transaction Jaida did only benifited them, she would keep her mouth shut for the time being. "I hope we don't attract any attention while doing this," the trandoshan said looking out from the alley, watching the citizens go about the business for a few moments.

"No worries, this is going to be fine! I know these parts. No one's going to bother us." Jaida replied with quite a dismissive tone of voice as she led Padul through the alleyways of what appeared to be slums.

True to her words, no one actually did bother the two on their journey to the second vehicle. The only exception came from kids who seemed to be scavenging or playing in those grisly alleys. Without a word, a lot of these children simply rose their hand in a greeting gesture to the two much older women, which Jaida returned with a barely noticeable nod, before running off to their friends excitedly. A keen ear could pick up the kids muttering to each other stuff like "Look, miss Jaida is here!" and "Wow, her new friend looks strong and scary this time!"

"It seems you are fairly popular among children," Padul noted, only leting out a singular chuckle, though she did seem a bit disapointed that the children called her scary. However, Padul doubted the children saw trandoshans very often so it was an understandable thing.

"This is my neighbourhood." Jaida explained rather briefly, leaving the details and the story behind it in the shadows. Her usual dismissive smile slowly faded only to become faint. She meant well, but her voice sounded protective, as if she wasn't telling everything to keep something, or someone, safe. "They got used to me wandering about."

It did not take long for the duo to reach another shadowy alleyway. This time, there was a large vehicle parked in there. From the looks of it, the speed was made for delivering merchandise.

"That's our ride. Let's go." Without hesitation, Jaida climbed aboard and opened a hidden compartment under the driver's seat to reveal a key.

Without a word, the trandoshan got in the passanger side, skeptically looking over the vehicle's inside for anything that might not shine the best light on the two for when the job is finished. It was clear she did not trust whoever Jaida had purchased the vehicle from. After a rather intense search through the vehicle, Padul made herself a bit more comfortable in her seat.

With a nod to her seated partner, the human huntress started the vehicle's engine and slowly left the slums' alleyways to hit the narrow main road of the desolate-looking district. Their next destination would be on the opposite side of the impoverished area.

While this contest is hosted on DeviantArt, I figured that I could share this contest with you folks here, so that some of you who might be interested have a chance to see this contest and join in for a chance to win some good prize money.

After nearly 2 years of writting the stories of our characters, my friends and I decided to host an art contest. The prizes are great, so don't miss your chances to submit art of our characters and potentially win a good sum of money!

Please follow the link to the contest just below:

Please read the whole thing carefully. You will probably find answers to all your questions, as well as the methods to enter and submit into the contest.

I shall be one of the hosts of this contest, and it will be with great pleasure I will answer any question/comments/suggestions about my OC Angélique Lachance.

I hope to see you there and I wish you all the best of luck! May your arts be glorious and your skills true.

There ya go
Mine is just about being finished, should be up by this weekend.
"Thanks sweetheart."

Satisfied with Fufuro's answer, Jaida gave the girl a pleasant smile as she approached the desk, swiping the candy the lieutenant had tried to unwrap just now.

"Oh my!" The huntress chuckled slightly at the sight of the lone man sitting alone in the other room. "You bad girl you, thinking of having fun all on your own with this poor bastard." Jaida popped the sweet treat into her mouth before making her way in the interrogation room with Fufuro.

It took a little while before the scarred mercenary began talking. From her wrist-mounted computer, she scanned the man's face and did the exact same searching process from earlier. It took her little time to find what she needed, given she had to only work with a single face.

As opposed to how she had been only a minute ago with Fufuro, Jaida's playful smile faded into a serious frown as she looked at the captive.

"Alright sunshine, I won't waste both our time. How about you tell me who hired you bantha fodders?"

Looking somewhat dispassionate from the events occurring all around what had become a battlefield not even a hour ago, Jaida scanned the area with calm eyes. A few dead or injured troopers and thugs alike, vehicles crashed and burning near the front gate, Jedi up and about talking among themselves in secrecy before they left together, probably for another secret scheme or talk they seemed to fond of. What interested the ex-bounty hunter the more were the prisoners who managed to be captured still alive. Potent sources of information everyone around here seemed to disregard. And yet, like a polished gem, they wouldn’t offer much unless some work had to be done about them first. She knew how life was on Gamorria. Those people wouldn’t talk unless she had convincing arguments.

Before the prisoners of war were taken away, Jaida took her datapad from her stealth belt and aimed it towards the group of captured thugs. Silently, the device analyzed and took quick snapshots of the individuals the young woman had targeted. Confirming she had what she want, the black-haired huntress left the vehicle in which they came back from the mission.

While she’d usually celebrate a job (relatively) well-done, Jaida would skip the festivities and get to work sooner rather than later. If she was to be truly accepted by the Republic, she had work to do to prove herself capable, if not convince she had put her criminal life behind and was serious about helping the Republic eradicate crime from this planet.

With this in mind, the ex-criminal left the others to their own devices, returning to the living quarters she had been assigned the day before. Once inside, Jaida threw herself on her bunk bed and turned on her portable computer. Inserting her datapad in the machine, she could fully analyze her queries. Just another day of stalking and find an identity to those face…

Scouring public databases, she found little information, or rather, the facial recognition system bore little results. Some had a criminal past, as expected, recorded for minor offences. Most of those people belonged to different gangs. It was as if some gang members just decided to put aside their rivalries and focus on a common enemy. A strange coincidence.

Or maybe not. Jaida knew better. At the very least she believed she knew better. Someone must’ve paid those suckers to do the dirty work. Like Blank was assessing the strength of those who had assaulted the drug factory, whoever was sponsoring this assault on the Republic base wanted to assess its strength as well. Perhaps, Blank’s employer and the one who paid those thugs were one and the same.

Scouring deeper into hidden databases using all of her technological knowledge, Jaida accessed banks of data that were not meant to be seen. Now, she had names to put on faces, families tied to these thugs, employers and even loans…

Which was very interesting. Some of these gang members shared a common loan company, “Teratect”. To public knowledge, Teratect was just another loaning company marketing easily accessible loans with stupidly high interest rates. The hidden truth, however, was the way Teratect pushed its unpaying clients to return the loan money. Blackmailing, strong-arming, even outright killing if the poor soul took too long to pay back his loan. Hired assassins were easy to find on Gamorria to do a corrupted company’s shady business. If she wanted, Jaida could’ve probably be one of those assassins if she had accepted the offers.

Names, families, loaning company. Nothing to really make a definite link to who could be behind this attack, but it was a start. With enough persuasion, maybe she’ll be able to get more out of the prisoners. Armed with a few details, Jaida went to find the most accessible person on the base.

As soon as she found Fufuro, Jaida rose her hand in greeting to the girl, along with a smile and a wink. “Hey darling!”

“I had something to ask of you. Think you can give me permission to speak with the prisoners you guys got your hands on earlier? I might be able to make them spill out some information concerning the attack earlier. Might even get you all a lead on where to head next, if it goes well.”
@mattmanganonall posts are written with the character's perspective

As soon as everyone from the assault unit boarded the APC, it didn’t take long for Jaida to initiate the engine and take off at maximum speed. No time to lose, some had already figured that out and have already taken off with their own means of transport.

As much as she refused to admit it, she wanted the Republic to survive this attack. If change had to be brought on Gamorria, they were probably her last and only hope of doing so. She needed them alive if she wanted her goals to be fulfilled.

“Fasten your seatbelts, ladies and gents! This is going to be… a bit of a bumpy ride.” The bounty hunter grinned behind the APC’s controls.

Native to the planet and used to chasing her targets throughout her homeland, the dark-haired woman knew shortcuts and roads better than anyone else aboard this vehicle. If it had been just a normal day, she would even boast she could navigate through the city with her eyes closed. But she had to be serious, for now.

That didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy and let a faint smirk carve itself on her lips as she pushed the APC’s speed to its limits, making its engine roar. The scenery was quickly passing by, and true to Jaida’s words, the vehicle everyone was aboard shook a lot from all the maneuvers its driver was putting it through: Knocking a few garbage bins aside, narrowly passing through tight alleyways, hopping above small obstacles. Looking at how the hat-wearing huntress was driving the APC, one could deduce she was at ease at driving at reckless speed. Clearly, she had skills in shady city-driving business.

It didn’t take long with Jaida’s piloting expertise to bring the assault unit back to the Republic base. However, she was not quick enough to be part of the party. As she arrived at the foothold’s front gates, it seemed like everything was under control, if not a bit of a mess though. Still, it looked like no big losses had been suffered.

Bringing the APC in, Jaida tipped her hat to the defenders.

“Howdy. I see you’ve met the friendly locals. Kinda was expecting it. And to be honest, y’all should expect more in the future, stronger attacks though. I suspect whoever hired this rabble are only seizing up your strength from this small skirmish.”
What in the-

The world seemed to slow down for Jaida as she observed the shot she took towards the would-be Dark Jedi. She saw the intense laser beam leaving the barrel of her overheating sniper. It was heading straight towards the unassuming man’s head. And just as the beam was about reaching the bounty hunter’s mark, two lightsabers were spinning right between the beam and the target. One collided against the other, allowing Jaida’s shot to make it nonetheless to the outlaw Jedi. Then the moment came for unexpected crap to happen. Her shot was deflected and redirected at Neb, who never saw it coming and paid for this foolishness with a hole in her chest.

“What the blazing f-!?”

The obsidian-haired hunter was cut short as explosions shook the drug den, a ship that came just as swiftly and suddenly as its owner was bombarding the warehouse. Jaida took cover behind the next building’s ventilation unit, safe from flying debris propelling themselves into the building. She could even hear the loud banging of concrete hitting against the metal of the ventilation unit.

No time to wait. No time to mess around. Her comlink picked what her teammates were saying. The base was under attack. She should have known. The Republic was not welcomed on Gamorria. It was only a matter of time before the local gangs, thugs hired by various crime lords, maybe hired assassins, would target the sole foothold of the newly-arrived law-enforcing faction.

Without second guessing herself, Jaida preferred taking swift action than standing around like those idiots down there. They needed to get back, fast. Being already outside and with a clear view of the APC, the ex-huntress climbed down swiftly her vantage point and made her way to the vehicle. Starting its engine, she recklessly brought the transport right in front of a secured entrance, at least one that wasn’t likely to collapse on their head for the moment.

“Confirming, no hostile on the outside. Get your asses back in the APC. Take the eastern route, it should be safe.”

Hearing the woman's voice broadcasting, she was calm and cool-headed, however tinged with frustration.
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