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RP [Echoes] Welcome to El Hermosa. Quiet, Beautiful, Deadly.

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Runessa was quite pleased she had found the bath last night, it had been pretty much the highlight of her time here so far. The room provided was small, and inadequate in every way, but it was better then nothing. She half expected the bed mattress to be made out of solid metal, or something, but it was thankfully quite normal - and not the worst bed she had ever slept in. Still, the lack of a shower in her room was a bit of an issue... she didn't very much like the idea of public showering, but well, she had a bath the night before anyway.

The young woman had found herself an empty table to... 'enjoy' her meal at, but had quickly found herself drawn towards the antics of the fossilized cranky man and the droid. She casually strolled from her seat, carrying her plate as she ate some more scrambled eggs as she got closer to the action.

"Making a friend already old timer? You two seem like like two peas in a pod, should swap some old war stories or something."
 
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El Hermosa, Southern Norlin, Nepleslia - Warehouse, Mess Hall
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"Strange, I didn't think I'd die of gastroenteritis after surviving angels, squids," - Phanan glanced to the side, blinking as Max (quite literally) got served a first-degree burn or two, then continued - "and Reds. Impressive aim..."


Former member of Reds (basis: mention of Greens as hostiles), release of J3-1a series two years ago, termination of conflict in YE 29 (resulting in chronological gap, seven years) all suggest soldier undergoing extreme levels of cyberneticization, possibly resulting from critical injuries sustained in battle. Worse then my own, in fact - and that's saying something.


"...too bad it didn't help you or your people survive Kennewes intact, unlike us Greens."


That said, the cyborg - who features were now wearing that same half-smirk from before - began shambling back to "his" seat, commenting to Runessa "Pay attention, kid. You're about to witness how brilliant that notion of yours is" as he passed her by.


What the Nepleslian had just said, of course, wasn't completely true; Phanan, after all, had joined the SMDIoN just after the (in)famous Battle of Kennewes. The droid, however, probably didn't have a way of knowing that - and besides, said droid's reaction to the calculated insult was going to be priceless.
 
El Hermosa, The Warehouse, A Certain Angry Hotplate

One side of the droids auxillary eyes twitched down and then focused back on Phanan.

"Did you just accuse me of being a MEATBAG, Lip Flap!?" The droid yelled, standing back up straight with spatula in hand.

"Joe! Swap bodies and go on perimeter patrol." Yoko ordered firmly, not shouting, but on the edge of it where the other person knew that if they had to raise their voice any further there would be serious consequences.

The androids large mono-eye turned to Yoko standing at the lectern in the cinema/briefing section. The glow of power faded from the droid without a word, replaced a few seconds later by the flickering light of returning consciousness. The droid turned to the room, saw people waiting for food and then without a word after it finished checking its elbow for damage continued the work of the much louder operator.


As the rest of the crowd of barely present shamblers slowly wandered towards the rows of chairs, the door at the front of the warehouse burst open and a tall, possibly figure with bandages over every bit of skin outside of a pair of shorts and a shirt stormed in.

"DID I MAKE IT? WHERE IS THAT FEATHER-BACKED BITCH!?" It screamed loudly as all eyes turned on it.

Yoko didn't seem fussed as the figure man arrived and strode into the building, none of the security bots reacted either.

"Yes, you've made it. Your assailant was kicked out of the building yesterday, mister Andrew. Please take a seat." Yoko replied, not looking at the newcomer as she swiveled around behind a podium .

"Squad, this is Hunter Andrew. His invitation was lost during an altercation at a bar yesterday and picked up by a certain woman. Despite his appearance, please don't be fooled. He escaped the hospital twice during the night and is coming off the back of a contusion, multiple fractures and massive lacerations." Yoko informed the rest of the squad perfectly calmly.

"Ah, yeah that's what I get fer tryna sleep with 'er." The newly designated Mr. Andrew replied ruefully as he came over and took a seat at the front, dragging it towards him and planting himself down on it quickly, foot resting on his knee.

"Indeed. Please form up for todays first briefing, then we'll get started on the flying."
 
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