Soban
Convention Veteran
- RP Date
- YE 42
- RP Location
- YSS Artemis
OOC: This happens when Artemis returns from its first deployment. Between Breaking the Winterborn and the second deployment where everything went wrong. It's a bit of a back post, but a scene I thought was important. @Wolf626 @Noodlewerfer @CMDR Scotty You can reply if you want to, but don't feel pressured to do so.
Sacre stood in front of her squad. In a few moments, they would be back in Yamatai, and their first cruise together would be over. "So you bunch of empty headed animals should be relieved to know that in a couple of hours or so, you will be able to slip beyond my clutches and back into the corps. I don't have words for what you were when I got you. A bunch of uncoordinated klutzes, the likes of which had never been before. But Toad-licking hell-spawn you may be, but my toad-licking hell-spawn to be tormented endlessly by. We trained together, learning each other's strengths and weaknesses. We fought together. We waited around in the powered armor bay endlessly to be deployed together. I watched each of you grow from mostly useless to barely passable. I'm probably not lucky enough to never see any of you again, but in commemoration of just bearly not being annoying enough for me to strangle you with my bare hands, I have something for each of you."
Sacre then moved to each member of the squad, handing them a fighting knife in a wooden sheath. The sheath and the handle were carved intricately in a design that must have taken hours of delicate work to make. The sheath and the handle had a scene on each side of them. One side was the same for everyone, the Artemis and some powered armor fighting Kuvexians, and it also had the name of the ship and the year on it. The other side had individual personalization, each design unique and customized to each individual. Sliding the knives out, they would find that they were very sharp Zesuanium blades with a small switch to allow them to vibrate and cut even better. Every aspect was handled with thoughtful care to be the best it was possible to be.
"I crafted you like I crafted these knives. I suppose it's too late for you not to disappoint me, but hopefully, you will try to limit the damage to my reputation when people learn you served with me. For the final time, you are dismissed."
Sacre stood in front of her squad. In a few moments, they would be back in Yamatai, and their first cruise together would be over. "So you bunch of empty headed animals should be relieved to know that in a couple of hours or so, you will be able to slip beyond my clutches and back into the corps. I don't have words for what you were when I got you. A bunch of uncoordinated klutzes, the likes of which had never been before. But Toad-licking hell-spawn you may be, but my toad-licking hell-spawn to be tormented endlessly by. We trained together, learning each other's strengths and weaknesses. We fought together. We waited around in the powered armor bay endlessly to be deployed together. I watched each of you grow from mostly useless to barely passable. I'm probably not lucky enough to never see any of you again, but in commemoration of just bearly not being annoying enough for me to strangle you with my bare hands, I have something for each of you."
Sacre then moved to each member of the squad, handing them a fighting knife in a wooden sheath. The sheath and the handle were carved intricately in a design that must have taken hours of delicate work to make. The sheath and the handle had a scene on each side of them. One side was the same for everyone, the Artemis and some powered armor fighting Kuvexians, and it also had the name of the ship and the year on it. The other side had individual personalization, each design unique and customized to each individual. Sliding the knives out, they would find that they were very sharp Zesuanium blades with a small switch to allow them to vibrate and cut even better. Every aspect was handled with thoughtful care to be the best it was possible to be.
"I crafted you like I crafted these knives. I suppose it's too late for you not to disappoint me, but hopefully, you will try to limit the damage to my reputation when people learn you served with me. For the final time, you are dismissed."
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