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!uGYNBMPzOs 06/20/11(Mon)01:30 No.15324343You sigh, and push the screen to the ground, and for perhaps the first time since since you took your command, allow all of your emotions on a matter to show on your face. And considering what is likely to happen, it leaves the men surrounding you, though jovial and ready to celebrate, at the very least visibly shaken, though most of them are closer to scared or terrified. "Get the others, I need to tell all of you what our orders are, and how they came to be so."
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After you tell your command staff what transpired at your briefing today, the mood is, somber, at best. Lena is as pale as fresh-fallen snow, and is clutching to Wulf so hard you can see the cuts in his arm from her nails already. Gaius and Uurist are both shaking, though you would assume with rage. The rest of the soldiers at the table exhibit varying levels of anger, fear and trepidation. Daeseu breaks the silence "My network will be able to sustain itself, and perhaps continue to grow, unless my ability to discern a mans talent has been severely lessened in recent history."
Lena looks at you, eyes balancing on the precipice between tears of rage, and terror "I'm going with him." she informs you, her voice _almost_ hard through all of her other emotions.
"And, what are we to do while Wulf is sent off to what a less confident man would assume to be his death?" Gaius asks, slowly calming himself.
"Wait, no doubt." Uurist spits, literaly, striking a pot in the corner of the room. "I see the necessity of this plan, but the cowardice of your peers, Commander..."
Wulf is the only one with a calm look on his face. Confident, determined, and ready to do his duty. as the others stare at you for an answer, he rolls up the sleeve to his tunic, to look at his service tattoo. |