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The-Blades-slave:
Warren
Warren was stepping out of the shower when he heard the knock on his door, and instinctively he reached for his daggers on the sink. Then he realized he was safe, it wasn't needed. It was probably just someone checking on him, hearing the screaming. He would have to play his cards right to deal with this. He hurriedly dressed, throwing on a black t-shirt and a pair of baggy pants before exiting the bathroom and heading towards his door.

"Hey, are you ok?" A voice said through the door softly. Feminine, Warren noted, even before he opened the door. When he did he took a second to scan her over. She was 5'2, slim and fit, with creamy pale skin and smooth, black hair that cascaded to her shoulders. She wore the standard nurses uniform, a sleeveless beater that clung modestly to her curves and breast, shirt stopping firmly at the neckline to not reveal any cleavage. Sex was not important in the military. Her camouflage pants were loose, but not baggy, allowing freedom, and she wore loosed up brown boots.

"Everything's fine, why do you ask?" Warren answered her smoothly, careful to control the tone of his voice. Not too unconcerned, but not too nice, either. He had mastered lying a long time ago.

"I heard screaming." She answered, almost timidly to Warren. Then he realized it wasn't timid, it was gentle, she was a nurse, after all. She was used to talking to the injured. 'That's what she thinks I am,' he thought, 'injured.'

"Nope, no idea." He was quick to reassure her, scooting himself in front of the clothes he had taken off earlier. They were covered with blood, and if she saw them she would know something.

He forgot she was trained to spot injuries soldier's tried to hide, so him nonchalantly moving his body was enough to give it away. "May I please come in, sir?" She asked in the sweetest voice he had ever heard. It was child like, but at the same time not. Like she was talking to an equal, like he had a choice. but he didn't. It was common knowledge to a soldier if someone asked to search your room, as long as they were a nurse or fellow soldier, you must let them. They had to make sure you were mentally fit and loyal.

"Yes, come in." He stepped away, and like he thought, she immediately noticed the blood stained clothes. He was careless, that simply would not do.

Placing her hand his forearm softly, just enough to reassure him of her touch (the first rule of psychology: physical touch meant a connection, it helped people come clean), she asked "Sir, what's your name? Mine's Silene. Silene Calen."

Rule number two, equivalent exchange. An eye for an eye. "Warren `*`~ Renniger." In between his name he had made a throaty, growling sound that, in the language he had spoken, meant 'friend of hound', but he'd never met anyone else who spoke it. He threw it in to confuse her.

"Well, Warren, as a friend, I'd like to ask what's wrong." Silene looked him in the eye, and she did have to look up quite a bit, being roughly ten inches shorter than him. He gazed back into her eyes, and for a moment his control wavered, only a moment.

"I told you, nothing is wrong, I just need some sleep." He insisted firmly, quietly removing her arm from his. "Please, just leave me be." He let his voice slip at the end, and instantly regretted it.

Silene nodded and quietly left, peeking back in to say "Warren, I'll always listen, if you ever need anyone to talk to. I'm just down the hallway." Then she slipped out, and left to find Archie. He always said to let him know immediately if you thought something was very wrong with his soldiers.

Tickles:
Archie

Archie was just about to get to his quarters when he seen Silene. She usually came to hi when there was a problem. No matter how tired he felt, he always had time for his soldiers.

Is something wrong?

NexosYourGayBestFriend96:
Some time before...

Isaach

He thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

I'd appreciate it.

He didn't like the idea of staying at a place he wasn't familiar with, but it seems that he has little choice if he wants to be able to sleep. The past weeks been rough, he could use a refresher.

Nexos

He spotted signals from each of the squads, signaling they were ready. Now they wait, and it wont take long for the mercenaries to arrive.

Urusu

After a bit of searching, he found his old friend and mechanic in his workshop, tinkering with a few engines as he turned to Urusu and saw his poorly-fixed arm..

Hold on a moment and I'll repair that arm of yours.

After gathering his tools, he started on repairs. It wasn't long before he finished, Urusu satisfied with being able to move his arm freely.

Thank you for the repairs, I appreciate it. Here, your payme-

The mechanic merely shook his head and smiled.

I don't accept payment from friends. After all, I still owe you one for saving my tail a while back.

With that, Urusu said his goodbyes and left the workshop, pausing and grasping his head in pain (Or however robots simulate that). He decided he should head home to reboot, it was probably just a malfunction.

Now

Nexos

He could see the mercenaries caravan, it wasn't that far away from their current position. His men and the other squads were hidden, waiting for the right moment to strike.

Now for the moment of truth...

As the mercenaries drew near, Nexos silently readied the signal flare for the decoy attack. His squad was ready, and when the moment was right, Nexos signaled his squads attack with a red flare being fired into the sky.

Attack!

His men heard the signal and started firing, taking the mercenaries by surprise and killing/injuring seven men right off the bat. Nexos readied the blue flare, for the other eight squads...

Isaach

Groggy from working on the hounds, he climbed onto the bed Oscar made for him. He wanted to sleep, but for some reason he couldn't. Something about this situation didn't seem right, he came here to become a rebel and help in the war, and now he's helping with taking care of hell hounds in one of the most peaceful towns possible, and now hes given a free place to sleep.

Come to think of it, the hounds are probably good forms of transportation and all, but those hounds had scars on them. They're probably from zigarexes, but... they also had other scars that seem like bullet wounds... If these people aren't Rebels, then who are they?

Urusu

As he entered his home, he layed on his steel bed and started on his reboot and system check. He closed his eyes and scanned his data, not finding anything out of the ordinary.

... This is strange. Then there was no reason for that random error... For now I'll shut down so I can recharge for tomorrow.

With that, he plugged himself into his small electric generator, and shut himself down for the night.

Humen:
John Anderson

Why are we driving through City of Doom at night? That like asking to get attacked.

Scott don't worry the only people who live in the deadzone are bandits and scavengers. There's not much they can steal from each other, they're probably rummaging through the junk under Utopia or out waiting to ambush some poor saps on the road.

But...

And even if someone did attack we'd see a mile away. Right Wonder eyes?

Clark didn't respond, he had worried look on his face. It looked like he was seeing something but couldn't make out what it was. As we approached the city it became clear what he was looking at.

There's a group of people up ahead and their........their armed!

That's weird bandit wouldn't usually attack right out in the open like this.

It isn't bandits...........its the Paladins. Quick alert everyone!

John reached for the radio in the car that allowed him to communicate with other cars but just when he had grabbed on to the microphone a flare was shot straight into the sky. John knew that couldn't mean well, he dropped the micro phone and pushed Clark down below the dashboard.

Everyone get down!

Just as John yelled his warning to his team an onslaught of bullets came charging  from the Paladins. They immediatly shattered the windshield of the car.  Ishmael blocked with his arms and covered he other two in the back. The others weren't so lucky to see it coming. The first driver on the left was killed the car careened of trail and trashed into one the ruined walls. A few in the back walked out a few were unharmed but another had been injured. In another car on the right the driver called through  the radio that the one in his passanger seat had been killed. Then the ones on the right called in with thier own radio.

Our engines busted we can't get the car to move. We'll provide what cover fire we can. Just keep going!

How are you guys gonna help they're blocking our front.

Never question a fellow mercenaries decision John. We got you covered.

The man talking was an old acquaintance of John's. Ricky ace marksmen from the east underlands, he always carried around with him the best and most efficient sniper rifles. With the rest of his team Ricky began to fire at the paladins before him. Ricky took out two paladins, his men winged another two. With one car out the formation had to move up. The last one on the right moved and the truck behind the supplies took its place.

The-Blades-slave:
Silene
Silene nodded, looking up at Archie. "It's one of your soldiers. I think he may be suffering from PTSD, he has the symptoms. I was walking to my room earlier when I heard screaming, and when I checked up on him he was very secretive. My suspicions were fueled even more when I saw his blood stained clothes. HE may have been injuring himself in his panic." She finished her brief report and dipped her head, waiting for Archie to respond/

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