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6/3/2025, 1:55:03 PM
>SELECTED: "Crane would you talk to our dear bot Nines and Jack In about what are and are not acceptable amounts of "unit pride" and "gossip" Hail and I have things to discuss.[Write In]
I will take the pick-up one anon had to tone down the military lingo, good catch.
You keep your gaze on Alexander Hail for several long moments. The man never seems rattled, but you’d have thought that he would at least get his back up a little with an irate Cradler taking that tone with him on his own home turf.
“Crane.” You gesture your right hand man over, lowering your voice. “Take Nines and Jack In aside for a little chat about the chain of fragging command says about “unit pride” and “gossip.”
Crane nods gravely, casting an even more than critical eye over the two Company members behind you. Forbidding your troops from spending their downtime mingling with the rebels was never feasible for the course of this campaign, but it’s clear those two are in deep with whatever the Red Hand is cooking up.
“Understood, gunso.”
“We’ll talk discipline later, if needed. For now, Hail and I have things to discuss.”
You receive another sharp nod, leaving Crane behind as he turns his full attention to the wayward Kriegers. SIG Jack In seems to finally wilt as she slowly takes her headphones off and GNR Nines is refocusing his camera lens at a rate you have begun to liken to the robotic equivalent of unease or near enough.
“Please, Snake Eyes. Step into my office.”
Hail’s ‘office’ is little more than a sideroom with a glass door, likely used for whatever smuggler to count out their creds or take inventory of their illicit goods. You recognise what the diorama on Hail’s desk represents well before you eye the labels on the hand-drawn maps on the board behind it confirm it for you. You’re not likely to forget the place you scouted out shortly before receiving those nasty burns on your back.
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I will take the pick-up one anon had to tone down the military lingo, good catch.
You keep your gaze on Alexander Hail for several long moments. The man never seems rattled, but you’d have thought that he would at least get his back up a little with an irate Cradler taking that tone with him on his own home turf.
“Crane.” You gesture your right hand man over, lowering your voice. “Take Nines and Jack In aside for a little chat about the chain of fragging command says about “unit pride” and “gossip.”
Crane nods gravely, casting an even more than critical eye over the two Company members behind you. Forbidding your troops from spending their downtime mingling with the rebels was never feasible for the course of this campaign, but it’s clear those two are in deep with whatever the Red Hand is cooking up.
“Understood, gunso.”
“We’ll talk discipline later, if needed. For now, Hail and I have things to discuss.”
You receive another sharp nod, leaving Crane behind as he turns his full attention to the wayward Kriegers. SIG Jack In seems to finally wilt as she slowly takes her headphones off and GNR Nines is refocusing his camera lens at a rate you have begun to liken to the robotic equivalent of unease or near enough.
“Please, Snake Eyes. Step into my office.”
Hail’s ‘office’ is little more than a sideroom with a glass door, likely used for whatever smuggler to count out their creds or take inventory of their illicit goods. You recognise what the diorama on Hail’s desk represents well before you eye the labels on the hand-drawn maps on the board behind it confirm it for you. You’re not likely to forget the place you scouted out shortly before receiving those nasty burns on your back.
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