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RE: To: Order| - High Command - Casta - 09-29-2013
Signals from her helmet indicate Kelly is sending her a transmission, which by a short look at the visor turned out to be Eighty-Seven leaving for what she referred to as unofficial informal convention, an arrangement between Contari Lance and Ghost pilots on non-administrative levels. Her view focused back on Michal as she sees Order Admiral smiling, an unexpected emotion Estefania was not prepared for. A mild sight of incomprehension delineates in her face. Golanski continues to speak, making references to the fact who are the players in this future game, who is on Orders priority list and at which position he personally sees the Razgriz Ghosts. He speaks of cards, chess... his metaphors divert her thoughts for a moment before she is expressing her amusement about this rhetorical attempt at poetry with an rather unconcealed chuckle.
As Michal features the present he had brought with him, a knife crafted from Toledos resources, rare materials from the former depths of what is now spread as liquid all over the planets surface. A symbolic gift linked to the power Order homeworld was about to become, this was a memento of history by which Estefania was for an instant taken to be honoured with.
His following words, addressed to her maltese pride, arised in her the wish to let her temper answer. Estefania moved Michals knife aside to the other end of the desk where she took seat at the beginning of this meeting. With that done, she jumps from the board and walks back to the desks top end, her fingertips shuffling the tables surface just as she did so before.
Cutting her words right within the sentence, she jumps on the desk to walk on it over to Michal, just to halt movement opposite of him to sit on the board again.
Showing her back to Golanski, Estefania starts to take off parts of her armour. Releasing the fuse holding the gloves to the arms frame armature. Lifting the fasteners on the boots and throwing both of it towards the wall infront. She skids off the desks edge and turns around facing Michal.
Shoulder clinches click aloud as they open and give way to release upper body armour from her. An obvious painful process, as there are spikes removed from inside her body, three on each side with two underneath one other, implanted in her upper chest towards the shoulder joints by vacuum ducts.
Leg armour removal is a likely aching procedure. Same pivots disconnect the plating from her knees, four on the outside, two each above and below the joint. Estefania makes a step forward, then kicks the armour back against the wall, tossing the torso plate after.
Stretching herself both arms up, it shows her being the sporty young woman her appearance embraced itself even with the armour on, trained, dishy, cracking. All she still wears is the nano-synthetical micro-fleece clothing, white fabric ankle-high boots, black close-fitting tights and a white strapless body-dress reaching short above half her upper leg.
Two scars chart her body, one on the right arm beginning at her neck going down to the elbow, the other one helical on her left forearm.
Estefania takes out a flat metallic piece of the armour lying on the ground, she then leans over the board holding it on her open hand for Michal to see.
Knifes blade springs out as she is hovering with a finger over the end of the stock. She then turns her hand for it to fall point first on the table, and after a seconds fraction of resistance it forces itself through without any more difficulty.
Her look pierces Michals, as she's continuing to speak.
She brings down her head, closes her eyes and sweeps her hand over the right arms scar.
As Michal features the present he had brought with him, a knife crafted from Toledos resources, rare materials from the former depths of what is now spread as liquid all over the planets surface. A symbolic gift linked to the power Order homeworld was about to become, this was a memento of history by which Estefania was for an instant taken to be honoured with.
His following words, addressed to her maltese pride, arised in her the wish to let her temper answer. Estefania moved Michals knife aside to the other end of the desk where she took seat at the beginning of this meeting. With that done, she jumps from the board and walks back to the desks top end, her fingertips shuffling the tables surface just as she did so before.
It is insulting how you see Nacion, or rather how you look at Ghosts. I'd usually have your head seperated from the rest of your body for the remarks you made. But I take you're not quite familiar in dealing with maltese people, so I'll give you case of doubt here that you just don't know. It's likely truth anyways. What you might not expect though...
Cutting her words right within the sentence, she jumps on the desk to walk on it over to Michal, just to halt movement opposite of him to sit on the board again.
Showing her back to Golanski, Estefania starts to take off parts of her armour. Releasing the fuse holding the gloves to the arms frame armature. Lifting the fasteners on the boots and throwing both of it towards the wall infront. She skids off the desks edge and turns around facing Michal.
...we Ghosts are not just the elite trained soldiers you might have heard of, not just Ishmaels shield to defend Nacion against all hostility that since mankinds arrival in this sector we've been confronted with.
Shoulder clinches click aloud as they open and give way to release upper body armour from her. An obvious painful process, as there are spikes removed from inside her body, three on each side with two underneath one other, implanted in her upper chest towards the shoulder joints by vacuum ducts.
Leg armour removal is a likely aching procedure. Same pivots disconnect the plating from her knees, four on the outside, two each above and below the joint. Estefania makes a step forward, then kicks the armour back against the wall, tossing the torso plate after.
Stretching herself both arms up, it shows her being the sporty young woman her appearance embraced itself even with the armour on, trained, dishy, cracking. All she still wears is the nano-synthetical micro-fleece clothing, white fabric ankle-high boots, black close-fitting tights and a white strapless body-dress reaching short above half her upper leg.
Two scars chart her body, one on the right arm beginning at her neck going down to the elbow, the other one helical on her left forearm.
Estefania takes out a flat metallic piece of the armour lying on the ground, she then leans over the board holding it on her open hand for Michal to see.
...Most technologically advanced entities anywhere... that's what he said.
This is a Prog-Knife, or rather called Progressive-Knife prototype zero-zero-two, a vibrating blade cutting on molecular levels through basically any known material. Not quite the symbolic gesture your gift represents, but be assured this is highest technological standard available, even to the Order.
This is a Prog-Knife, or rather called Progressive-Knife prototype zero-zero-two, a vibrating blade cutting on molecular levels through basically any known material. Not quite the symbolic gesture your gift represents, but be assured this is highest technological standard available, even to the Order.
Knifes blade springs out as she is hovering with a finger over the end of the stock. She then turns her hand for it to fall point first on the table, and after a seconds fraction of resistance it forces itself through without any more difficulty.
You've addressed position of our leaders to be reserved for more influential entities and you're right with that to an extent. Yet Ghosts are not blindly following the religious fanaticism for what other Maltese call Spirits. Their knowledge, gathered information over intervals a human mind cannot comprehend, will prove useful in our ventures to escape the restrictions Ishmaels environment had set upon us. A civilization built upon one plant, the Cardamine. You honestly think this had been our choice on purpose? There's much you've still to learn on maltese history.
But when we've understood one purpose of evolution, then it's that nothing happens on coincidence, a lesson we've been teached by the Void Keepers. Everything is connected, if not today, then there's a link between now separated events to the future.
But when we've understood one purpose of evolution, then it's that nothing happens on coincidence, a lesson we've been teached by the Void Keepers. Everything is connected, if not today, then there's a link between now separated events to the future.
Her look pierces Michals, as she's continuing to speak.
I've looked into the Abyss and I've seen the darkness there. I've seen the grotesque devils face, I've seen beyond it and felt what it is, the void. Nothingness, emptyness, and everything.
Don't think you'd know what I've been through, that you could even imagine what I've witnessed. Devastation that was done to Toledo is a ridicilous nothing to the terror that's caught within a humans mind.
Don't think you'd know what I've been through, that you could even imagine what I've witnessed. Devastation that was done to Toledo is a ridicilous nothing to the terror that's caught within a humans mind.
She brings down her head, closes her eyes and sweeps her hand over the right arms scar.
So here I'm standing. No armour on me. And still capable of taking you down within a blink of an eye. Some call it pride. Others arrogance.
I call it devotion.
What's your excuse?
I call it devotion.
What's your excuse?
RE: To: Order| - High Command - Omicron - 09-30-2013
Watching the show, Michal could not resist thoughts of it being some kind of bizzare pole dance, through with said pole missing as she has begun to remove bits and pieces of her own armor. He watched closely, considering what kind of oddity Estefania will do at any point. Not finding her acting up to her age and position, he restrains himself from commenting as to not insult her just yet. Primitive neural connections in form of spikes around her body reminded Admiral about brute work or Core Guild engineers. Process in powered armors that has found very limited use in his own faction.
Not touched by Casta's wish to severe his head from rest of the body in aggressive manner - as many across Sirius threaten him with so almost on daily basis - he continues to stare at the show she gives to him. Listening to her litany against perhaps cruel visualistation he has on the Outcasts, the gift she offered is more than acceptable.
Amused yet again about inability of 101st to witness that source of their eventual downfall will be in aspects that make them strong, he allows her to finish so he could make his own statement. As Casta outright went to challenge him, relying on nothing but her cardamine enhanced agility and sensory abilities, Golanski could do nothing but to laugh. "I respect you are worth more than an ordinary Sirian soldier. Yet your outright classify me as not even a threat, after calling me an enemy number one of you."
Continuing upon her inconsistency, he addresses the heritage of her entire nation. "You are right about one thing. You were unable to choose the place you were born into. Cardamine has been forced upon you by harsh mutations that treated everyone down your ancestry tree all the way to sleeper ship Hispania. Being born into one nation is purely a random chance, an accident one cannot take credit for. It goes to all of Sirian nations - people are proud to be Libertonians, Gallics or Maltesans... all of them are inappropriately proud of random genetics."
Taking a route around to keep himself occupied, he continues his speech while holding his hands behind the back. Admiral keeps his armor in himself, leaving nothing to chance. Not sharing the adventurous do or die of the 101st, he pities the ease that Casta drops her guard down. Should he had a gun, he could end this decisevely this very momenth.
"You see... I am entirely fammilar with what cardamine does to people. It is a curse and a blessing - depends entirely on your point of view. I personally see it as a dangerous oddity to challenge, alter and destroy in the very source. I am perfectly aware that cardamine can grow outside of Malta given suitable biosphere recreated in let's say a heavily modified biodome." He looks at Casta, purposefuly specific way to make her believe he sees her as smaller not physically but in significance of a person in this world. "You are a mutant, granted all benefits and downsides of cardamine dependency. You have no future as you have surrendered your fate to the plant that keeps you alive. You continue to saw and harvest developments in practical use of cardamine, enhancing its effects. Yet none of you bothered to break Maltesan bounds of slavery and evolve on your own. You are a soon dead race."
Dropping from his 'superiority' state, Admiral Golanski walks up to Casta to the hand's reach. His tone changed from mocking, taking serious stance to what he has to say to her. "Toledo could and did broke a lot of minds, shattered a lot of people. Each of us that has ever dealth with these aliens knows there is fate worse than death. That there are things that philosophers cannot dream about. Destruction of the habitated planet is gruesome enough yet there are 'things' outgrowing such an event in significance."
He continues, his intention to make her realize what she is dealing with right now past his insults to her nation. "I was on the other side already. I was affected by sheer power that Nomads hold. I remain unbroken where hundreds before me failed. Slomon K'Hara..." Michal named Nomads by closest transcribed form she might has been more fammilar with. "Will use you as tools and handle you as they please. Emmisary no doubt already made a next step. There are a lot of things we learned and CAN learn from Nomads - there is no doubt or disagreement. Your path however leads only into oblivion..."
Not touched by Casta's wish to severe his head from rest of the body in aggressive manner - as many across Sirius threaten him with so almost on daily basis - he continues to stare at the show she gives to him. Listening to her litany against perhaps cruel visualistation he has on the Outcasts, the gift she offered is more than acceptable.
Amused yet again about inability of 101st to witness that source of their eventual downfall will be in aspects that make them strong, he allows her to finish so he could make his own statement. As Casta outright went to challenge him, relying on nothing but her cardamine enhanced agility and sensory abilities, Golanski could do nothing but to laugh. "I respect you are worth more than an ordinary Sirian soldier. Yet your outright classify me as not even a threat, after calling me an enemy number one of you."
Continuing upon her inconsistency, he addresses the heritage of her entire nation. "You are right about one thing. You were unable to choose the place you were born into. Cardamine has been forced upon you by harsh mutations that treated everyone down your ancestry tree all the way to sleeper ship Hispania. Being born into one nation is purely a random chance, an accident one cannot take credit for. It goes to all of Sirian nations - people are proud to be Libertonians, Gallics or Maltesans... all of them are inappropriately proud of random genetics."
Taking a route around to keep himself occupied, he continues his speech while holding his hands behind the back. Admiral keeps his armor in himself, leaving nothing to chance. Not sharing the adventurous do or die of the 101st, he pities the ease that Casta drops her guard down. Should he had a gun, he could end this decisevely this very momenth.
"You see... I am entirely fammilar with what cardamine does to people. It is a curse and a blessing - depends entirely on your point of view. I personally see it as a dangerous oddity to challenge, alter and destroy in the very source. I am perfectly aware that cardamine can grow outside of Malta given suitable biosphere recreated in let's say a heavily modified biodome." He looks at Casta, purposefuly specific way to make her believe he sees her as smaller not physically but in significance of a person in this world. "You are a mutant, granted all benefits and downsides of cardamine dependency. You have no future as you have surrendered your fate to the plant that keeps you alive. You continue to saw and harvest developments in practical use of cardamine, enhancing its effects. Yet none of you bothered to break Maltesan bounds of slavery and evolve on your own. You are a soon dead race."
Dropping from his 'superiority' state, Admiral Golanski walks up to Casta to the hand's reach. His tone changed from mocking, taking serious stance to what he has to say to her. "Toledo could and did broke a lot of minds, shattered a lot of people. Each of us that has ever dealth with these aliens knows there is fate worse than death. That there are things that philosophers cannot dream about. Destruction of the habitated planet is gruesome enough yet there are 'things' outgrowing such an event in significance."
He continues, his intention to make her realize what she is dealing with right now past his insults to her nation. "I was on the other side already. I was affected by sheer power that Nomads hold. I remain unbroken where hundreds before me failed. Slomon K'Hara..." Michal named Nomads by closest transcribed form she might has been more fammilar with. "Will use you as tools and handle you as they please. Emmisary no doubt already made a next step. There are a lot of things we learned and CAN learn from Nomads - there is no doubt or disagreement. Your path however leads only into oblivion..."
RE: To: Order| - High Command - Casta - 10-03-2013
Unimpressed by Order Admirals lack to answer the question asked, Estefania again moves down the room, her hand hovering the wall this time. Michal is once more trying to insult the maltese way of living, not something unexpected from an Order agent, as they have to explain to themselves what for they are fighting, why they endanger their lifes to seek absolution by reaching a destiny that yet has to unfold to their understanding.
She suddenly halts to lean backwards against the wall.
Estefania dives into the open room, approaching Michal until they stand close to eath other, so she could see herself mirrored in his eyes.
With ending her last sentence, she is tapping Golanskis armour at the front. Moving half a step back then, Estefanias view closes her statement with a fiery look as she turns around to walk, as usual shuffling the desks surface with her fingertips, away from Michal.
She suddenly halts to lean backwards against the wall.
I didn't came to have an argument based on who got the more colourful insults against the other. We both have our perceptions on what maltese dependency on Cardamine works out as, with a vastly different outcome of our thoughts on this...
And yet you're right on one regard, maltese people have surrendered themselves to the established restrictions environment set upon them. Nacion is falling apart, it erodes under the poison of its inhabitants. Previous Administration didn't pushed to get past barriers that hold entire Nacion back in their progress to expand beyond its current state, those endeavours ended with Jameson,...
...until we got into this position. Your knowledge ends with what's history, as you cannot know what opportunities lie before us.
And yet you're right on one regard, maltese people have surrendered themselves to the established restrictions environment set upon them. Nacion is falling apart, it erodes under the poison of its inhabitants. Previous Administration didn't pushed to get past barriers that hold entire Nacion back in their progress to expand beyond its current state, those endeavours ended with Jameson,...
...until we got into this position. Your knowledge ends with what's history, as you cannot know what opportunities lie before us.
Estefania dives into the open room, approaching Michal until they stand close to eath other, so she could see herself mirrored in his eyes.
In your eyes I saw how your arrogance denied appreciation as I, to your understanding, let my guard down, as this is the fact any unborn to maltese environment cannot understand. We're alive to live. And living is the knowledge that you're dead already, it's just a matter of given time Abyss will catch everyone. You claw your mind into surviving, try to force your view into a narrow path suiting your comprehension of existance itself.
And so every human life is just, yet ours is more. Born to a place you called random. Yet born to Ishmael is destiny. Every true Maltese is alive so Chaos screens through all to find the individuals that'll take mankind towards evolutions cause, an elitist process leaving all unworth behind.
That sure will include your kind too.
You're still so scared of selection leaving you out, oppressed by the thought that any move done into perceived wrong direction will be the downfall to your entire living, that you've to this point even been hindered by this to take off just your helmet. And that's not just you, nothing personal. This is remarkable with whole humanity.
But I asked you already, and will ask you again.... what's your excuse?
And so every human life is just, yet ours is more. Born to a place you called random. Yet born to Ishmael is destiny. Every true Maltese is alive so Chaos screens through all to find the individuals that'll take mankind towards evolutions cause, an elitist process leaving all unworth behind.
That sure will include your kind too.
You're still so scared of selection leaving you out, oppressed by the thought that any move done into perceived wrong direction will be the downfall to your entire living, that you've to this point even been hindered by this to take off just your helmet. And that's not just you, nothing personal. This is remarkable with whole humanity.
But I asked you already, and will ask you again.... what's your excuse?
With ending her last sentence, she is tapping Golanskis armour at the front. Moving half a step back then, Estefanias view closes her statement with a fiery look as she turns around to walk, as usual shuffling the desks surface with her fingertips, away from Michal.
As for Angela,... that woman follows her own agenda. We're aware of her willingness to blindly execute Void Keepers wishes, and that all her very moves are following the one intention to serve their picture on every aspect that's done by human side.
RE: To: Order| - High Command - Omicron - 10-13-2013
"...There is no destiny..."
Admiral says his thoughts before continuing about the "Nation".
"We are not left behind your so called superiority. I do not fear we will be left out... I reject cardamine's involvment in human kind's evolution. I reject the way of dependency being the way to go. You are free to spew that nonsense, specially when Malta is set to burn... it may not happen in our generation but you were on brink of extinction with momenth your people landed on that forsaken world. You continue to ask for so called excuse for what I am doing?"
He approaches Estefania, more irritated than anything.
"Unlike you, I have made a choice concerning what my future is. I was born into no nation, specific culture or any special allegiance. I come from literal nowhere you could say... And I always made my own decisions. If you do not find this answer suitable for your 'system', I have to dissapoint you. This is who I am."
Refusing to take off his helmet, not concerned with Casta taunting him into removing any part of his battle gear. Not keen to follow this so called Maltese-like devotion of hers, he remains as it is.
"Corino and that cursed cult drawed attention of more enemies than you could have had by simply staying out of this. In this part of space, you are viewed as either an useful tool or a target... you can put where people that tolerate this kind of activity belong too. You may also say that Ghosts were gifted more than you could've ever achieved... The Order are still by far most suited to utilize these technologies in practical use."
Calming down, Michal tries to change the subject for something worthile rather than to engage in this argument any second longer. As none of them are able to speak their sense into the other. As it deadlocked into stalemate, there was no point to continue.
"There must be other reason you have decided to meet me here, other than to exchange your 'Maltese nonsense' for 'The Order nonsense'. If that is not the case, this meeting is well over and waste of time, don't you think?"
RE: To: Order| - High Command - Casta - 10-28-2013
For a brief moment Estefania just looks at Michal, who still is not showing any real emotion, except the one he gave away as he spoke about Toledos past and his own. The doubled sound coming from her helmet indicate priority signals needing her attention.
Estefania catches her visor, starting to record the transmissions asked from her. About Nacion to be shifted towards a parliamentary structured state, and another one declaring Razgriz Ghosts to leave the scenery that is the divide which stopped any of Nacions progress. For the Order Admiral not being a few steps away from her does not seem to be of any issue for her to transmit messages on an administrative level.
The communications done, she puts her helmet on the tables top end and walks on the desks opposite side, her fingertips as usual shuffling its surface, to the height Golanski stands.
For an instant she pauses. Estefanias voice changed from the perky, lively attitude she had shown before to what the ignorant would refer to as an Administrators appearance. The dead, vigorious expression in her eyes signals a switch to the adamant mindset she shares with the outside when reasoned with imperative submissions.
Estefania catches her visor, starting to record the transmissions asked from her. About Nacion to be shifted towards a parliamentary structured state, and another one declaring Razgriz Ghosts to leave the scenery that is the divide which stopped any of Nacions progress. For the Order Admiral not being a few steps away from her does not seem to be of any issue for her to transmit messages on an administrative level.
The communications done, she puts her helmet on the tables top end and walks on the desks opposite side, her fingertips as usual shuffling its surface, to the height Golanski stands.
Maltese nonsense, Order nonsense, you're right. We've used up enough time trying to figure out the best insult we could eventually throw at the other without actually speaking about what's of crucial interest in these times.
There's two subjects I'd like to have addressed, that's the Royals and the Corsairs. Given our constant involvement in the Tau conflict and the recent situation at Nacions homefront, our intelligence division had been otherwise occupied serving Ghost objectives. Left out quite an amount of information relayed to us about the ventures done by your pilots, the Corsairs and from what we heard, the Zoners from Freeport Nine. But not into asking for your view on the mess that eventually was created at your front door, more I'd like to hear about your recent affiliation with the Corsairs. Their latest attempts fortifying their keep in Eta caused an intervention by my pilots. Cretan bastards are an insignificant annoyance, a shadow of their previous strength,... but with Orders backup they'd still pose the economic power to prolong their inevitable defeat at the Eta frontline.
Of concern are the Royals though. They became daring within the Taus and already seem to think they've by now annexed the systems connecting Nacion with the Kusarian and Bretonian Empire. Their advance into house territory is nowhere near an end, if it's not to us cutting down on their convoys supplying the uphold lines.
There's two subjects I'd like to have addressed, that's the Royals and the Corsairs. Given our constant involvement in the Tau conflict and the recent situation at Nacions homefront, our intelligence division had been otherwise occupied serving Ghost objectives. Left out quite an amount of information relayed to us about the ventures done by your pilots, the Corsairs and from what we heard, the Zoners from Freeport Nine. But not into asking for your view on the mess that eventually was created at your front door, more I'd like to hear about your recent affiliation with the Corsairs. Their latest attempts fortifying their keep in Eta caused an intervention by my pilots. Cretan bastards are an insignificant annoyance, a shadow of their previous strength,... but with Orders backup they'd still pose the economic power to prolong their inevitable defeat at the Eta frontline.
Of concern are the Royals though. They became daring within the Taus and already seem to think they've by now annexed the systems connecting Nacion with the Kusarian and Bretonian Empire. Their advance into house territory is nowhere near an end, if it's not to us cutting down on their convoys supplying the uphold lines.
For an instant she pauses. Estefanias voice changed from the perky, lively attitude she had shown before to what the ignorant would refer to as an Administrators appearance. The dead, vigorious expression in her eyes signals a switch to the adamant mindset she shares with the outside when reasoned with imperative submissions.
What's your position on the progression Royals made into sirian territory?
RE: To: Order| - High Command - Omicron - 11-17-2013
"Zoners, everywhere I go I hear Zoners. Trully it must be 'amazing' event in which I detour portion of my forces to subdue group of never-do-well's. You never had a situation in which you removed particulary annoying example of defunct individuals that Zoners tend to unleash upon the world? My interest beyond putting those down is getting to know how disorganised bunch with no real impact upon Omicron politics can spawn such idiots."
Bagatelizing events Outcasts have heard, being long overdue distraction from his more meaningful objectives everywhere else. Switching topic to the Corsairs, he shares his view on matters that put Outcasts into current diplomatic position as it is.
"The Corsairs are random act of balance in the universe. It gave you another pain in the ass to compensate for other things. So did this balance put me on your list as Maltese freely allowed those Nomad huggers to use previous Malta or Ishmael as you call it - as a shield for their activities. Emmisary and entire bunch of theirs were worth it, apparently."
Continuing, Michal does not make a single mention concerning his plans, if any. There was no benefit in sharing his specific thoughts on this particular issue with the very - hostile - target of those plans. Emotion-lessly, he addresses the subject of Gallic incursion into Sirius.
"Why would I be concerned with yet another struggle not waged on my direct neighbourhood that will see the end anyway? It closes venues that can be exploited but on other hand opens up new possibilities. The drug lords of Malta should have understood it best... or you fear change? Be more specific what you will sell your soul to The Order for, as Gallics swarm Tau's like ants."
Dealing with The Order in Casta's standpoint is like talking to the devil itself in all accounted point of view for the Maltese leader. Now curious as to what makes her worry in particular with recent shift, he awaits the answer. His next thoughts... whether she will admit feeling threatened or concerned past her so called pride.
RE: To: Order| - High Command - Casta - 11-23-2013
As she would not really take interest in any of his answers, showing this openly by walking around the room, Estefania starts to seem adrift in her own thoughts, a kind of slow movement as she would imagine music starts to shiver through her body. Stepping on the desk, performing a turn on it to the other side, she is approaching her armour. With swift moves the taken-off parts are back on her body, quite faster as she had put them off in the first place. Getting into armour seems not to be as painful as was taking it off.
Her demeanour drastically changes as she is with her combat dress again, her voice noxious, an expression in her eyes as she would arrive from the most far distances a mind can reach right back into the hell actual life constitutes as.
Estefania, her arms folded, gives the impression of having found back to her virtues of poetry to explain the inconceivable links her mind creates when covering an understanding for the paths yet to come. Paths they all will have to follow, should they not want to fall over the horizon of universe game. That way leaning at the wall, her head slightly turned down again moving to the sounds her thoughts provide her with, she throws an incisive, radical look at Michal, indicating the anticipation she awaits Order Admirals answer to her last statement.
Her demeanour drastically changes as she is with her combat dress again, her voice noxious, an expression in her eyes as she would arrive from the most far distances a mind can reach right back into the hell actual life constitutes as.
Zoners, Corsairs,... nobody cares about them, I wonder why you actually answered. Questions about those were rhetorical, their answers not really of interest to me in any way, and you'd have done better if you had not gotten into it.
Don't feel so distant and uninvolved by the Royal threat. They'll not have an organization like yours sneak around territory they've occupied. And they're trying hard to annex the Tau systems. Think you'll be able to get your ventures carried out without casualties you can't stand? Don't forget who you're and whose area you're operating in. Without our squadrons standing down at hunting your soldiers, you'll not achieve anything, whatever that is that's on your list of tasks, the moment Royal forces fortified their position in Twenty-Three.
Change will always accompany us, we've learned to adapt yet keeping true to our nature, as we both know there's no other way to survival. But the path that opens now corners all of us, Royals ain't just a problem to those right next to them. Gallic Monarchy has a diversifying impact on all Sirius.
By the Mad Hatters words,... My dear, here we must run as fast as we can, just to stay in place. And if you wish to go anywhere you must run twice as fast as that.
Don't feel so distant and uninvolved by the Royal threat. They'll not have an organization like yours sneak around territory they've occupied. And they're trying hard to annex the Tau systems. Think you'll be able to get your ventures carried out without casualties you can't stand? Don't forget who you're and whose area you're operating in. Without our squadrons standing down at hunting your soldiers, you'll not achieve anything, whatever that is that's on your list of tasks, the moment Royal forces fortified their position in Twenty-Three.
Change will always accompany us, we've learned to adapt yet keeping true to our nature, as we both know there's no other way to survival. But the path that opens now corners all of us, Royals ain't just a problem to those right next to them. Gallic Monarchy has a diversifying impact on all Sirius.
By the Mad Hatters words,... My dear, here we must run as fast as we can, just to stay in place. And if you wish to go anywhere you must run twice as fast as that.
Estefania, her arms folded, gives the impression of having found back to her virtues of poetry to explain the inconceivable links her mind creates when covering an understanding for the paths yet to come. Paths they all will have to follow, should they not want to fall over the horizon of universe game. That way leaning at the wall, her head slightly turned down again moving to the sounds her thoughts provide her with, she throws an incisive, radical look at Michal, indicating the anticipation she awaits Order Admirals answer to her last statement.