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Posted. Drunk Hassan is a bit of a Leeroy.

Love how everyone else is having epic adventures while Stina and Hassan are re-enacting Animal House.
It would have been a lie to say that Hassan was listening very intently to the briefing. Mercenaries, a smuggler, a ship, an apostate priest, a summoner - it was all very much to process, and even though he felt he had sobered up significantly, Hassan found his attention wavering. "Bad men, smuggler, potential collateral damage. Got it." He yawned and clapped his fellow inquisitor on the back as the ever-practical warrior began drilling the soldiers for information.

"Alright, here's the plan. We kick in the door, I tell everyone to leave, we declare this man under arrest, Stina tears his bodyguard's arms off, and I will get him to tell us... whatever it was we needed him to tell us. Something about where someone was? Whatever." Inwardly, Hassan felt for his reserves of Ether and found that they were rather lower than he would have been entirely comfortable with - perhaps he really had been overdoing it. There might still be enough to tell these 'ice pirates' to drop their weapons... but he had to admit Stina was probably a safer bet.

With a flourish, he drew one of his curved daggers out of his belt and waved it around his head. "Try to keep up! The Word of God goes to do His work!" With a shuffling sprint, the intoxicated inquisitor rounded the alleyway to the front door of the inn and crashed into it with his shoulder, immediately sprawling on the floor. He picked himself up in a hurry without checking to see if his allies were behind him; his second impact on the door managed to knock the bolt off of it, and cold air blew into the establishment as Hassan stood in the doorway.

Calling on most of what remained of his ether, Hassan opened his mouth and let the beautiful Word flow. "Everybody get the hell out!"
Behold! A disney princess!


Should get a post up tonight/tomorrow. My monster Graham Greene paper is nearly done and my student play is nearly over, and then I should have a day or two before I need to start my monster philosophy paper. Fun, fun, fun.
Awesome. I'll get to work on my character - I'm thinking something like a Miranda raised by sea serpents.
So, so interested.

Ensign Chloe O'Connor


Chloe took a deep breath from inside the drifting Shrike, picking up the conversation on the short range transmitter and trying not to look at the bright red Fafnir drifting across from her. The Bloody Valkyrie. Her first ever mission and she was hovering yards away from the Bloody Valkyrie himself. Her hand unconsciously tightened around the controls as she tried to remind herself where she was. She was controlling one of the fastest and most advanced war machines ever created; she was the best of the best, and she had nothing to fear.

Even so, she nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw the other Fafnir drift closer to her. The pilot was a kid, just like her, though clearly lacking in the good sense to be nervous."What's the maximum output on that thing? I've always wanted to fly one," he asked with a clear, high voice. Chloe furrowed her brow and opened the short-range channel to respond... And then something exploded.

Acting on instinct, Chloe jetted backwards from the Fafnir and powered up the Shrike's autocannon. The Coalition pilots scattered in front of her as her scanners beeped to notify her of enemy weapon systems powering up. She heard Atalyah's orders as though they were coming from underwater. Don't fire first, he said, the dream of peace resting on those three fragile words.

The Coalition rookie had lagged behind his counterparts in the movement backwards; it was foolish to think you could see panic on a machine, but something about the Fafnir's jerky movements and the way it clutched its ceremonial autocannon gave the impression of a soldier who wasn't listening. One of the other Coalition MAS's moved closer, as though trying to get his attention, but the Fafnir stayed rigid, debris from the explosion bouncing off its armor, its autocannon aimed directly at the closest UEE MAS: her. Chloe's MAS screamed again that his weapon systems were powering up and she hovered in space, staring at the ornate machine across from her, knowing somehow that its pilot was staring at her too.

"Don't do it," she breathed, her voice nearly cracking into a sob as she clutched the trigger on her weapon. "Don't..."

The autocannon fired in slow motion. The Shrike was already moving when the shots went sailing past, wing boosters firing to move the machine laterally away from the fire. Chloe responded with a quick burst of autocannon fire that was absorbed by the Fafnir's shields and brought the machine down, hoping to throw off the enemy pilot's aim by moving in three dimensions. "I've been fired on!" she screamed into the squad channel. "The rookie is shooting! He freaked out and he's shooting!"

It looked like her skills hadn't seen her to the end of the war just yet after all.
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