Blossom on the breeze,
settles on the face of a corpse,
beauty masking death.
Miss Vann? Care to pick up the phone, please?
The voices of the Siren and the Architect are asking me to inquire about the situation at the other side of the fence. Wait, I ought to correct myself here, there's no fence at all. Still, the Schiller and its detachments have been a joyful sight during the skirmishes against Kusari and Rheinland forces clashing over planet Saigon, but it's been a while since we've seen them. I guess it's you to blame for keeping everyone at bay before delivering the new wave of terror?
Plain and simple, I am rescheduling my agenda in order to visit Valhalla Shipyards and appease these fearful minds. Please be kind and find a suitable, tidy room for me. Are the Omegas as dusty as they say?
Keeping people at bay forcefully? Never, the fence was only brought down by nature's will recently. We've been, well, at least my "gang" has been locked away for a long time, but we're more than awake and happy to see history repeating itself again. We'll have a spot ready for you when you arrive, don't mind the massive junkyard, it's quite lethal to anyone we don't want coming.
As for our situation in the Omegas? I've had the luxury of talking with some of our more "lawless" friends down south and it seems things are only just waking up again. Some new bitch is in charge of things among the... un-enlightened groups there, apparently she's more blood to pour out than anyone up north in the Sigmas does.