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*Santiago shakes his head*
S: Haven't heard of them.
*shrugs*
The Covenant are worse less than gak. They're dangerous, but still piles of guano.

*I wave back to Marla*
*the rest of the UM continue to deploy*

*Gharn stands back up and sits down on the couch then looks at Veck and Yarl*
Gharn: I think that is... over kill. He would be easily able to spot you coming and would just not engage you. He's not suicidal.

*Leo takes a seat and flicks her tongue while she waits*

*Her tail hangs off the couch*

*yarl nods*

Good good...
You brought a strong force...

*to veck*
Oh.. Updates.. The young blonde woman next to her is marias daughter... No one knee till a few months back.

*updates veck on rest of room events and known goings on*

*yarl looks at gharn*

Overkill...wr need to show we are strong....
This thing will fear us... Not the other way around... We are the hunters.

*Gharn facepalms*
Gharn: You'll never find him like that. He could evade you easily.


*Morgan walks out of his room with his hair a mess and looking sleepy. He walks over to the couch and plonks himself down not noticing Leo*


*Morri is trying to wake a crabby Cal*

*Mason nods.*
Mason: Yeah the IMC are pretty bad too. Seems war is everywhere. So what you do around here?

*Leo smiles and moves her tail out of Morgan's way*

*She flicks her tongue out again and waits for Morri to return*

*space wolf drinks ale ale and looks to gharn*

Ok....how would you hunt it then...
Right now we have access to aircraft. Heavy bombardment, armour, and 20 elite soldiers...

How would you go at it?

*I give Gharn a level look but say nothing*

*Gharn thinks*
Gharn: A party of 5 or 6. No larger. That would make you able to kill him, and is probably small enough that he would try to fight


*Morgan falls asleep against one side of the couch*


*Cal comes out of his room with his hair down around his shoulders and in PJ's looking tired with a medbag in one hand*
Cal: Hey Leo. Wing injury?

*space wolf heads to check on naplam production *

I have things to see to... Preparations.
5-6... We will have to think about the best plan and men... Air mobile does mean we can reinforced in minutes.... Hmmm...

Veck.. You and yours may take up lodgings at the hall should you wish... Ales on the house.

...

*Marla heads to bed and waves before cuddling the large plushy still worried by civil war*

...

*marilania waves and leaves the finished wine bottle on table and telports up*

*goes to bed and curls up in thick quilt after a shower *

Ooc night.

Ooc NPC space wolves if needed.

*Santiago shrugs*
S: I try to stop people from shooting each other while I'm here. Other than that, I spend time with Joalia. Maybe she'll come around, and you can meet her.

*Rita and Rt return to the room.*

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Mason: Yeah It seems everyone is a little on edge, and this Joalia is your lady?

*I nod to the Wolves*
Thank you Brother.

*Leo nods*

Leo: Yeah. I got it stuck and had to forcefully dislodge it. I could have probably done it a little better but hey. What's done is done.

*Cal frowns and leans down to inspect it*
Cal: Yeah... Doesn't look too bad. Minor fracture. You'll be fine in a couple days. Just give it rest.
*He gives it a more professional sling then smiles at the sleeping Morgan, ruffles his hair and stands*
Cal: Alright, that should do it. Welcome back by the way. I assume your trip went well?

*Leo laughs awkwardly*

Leo: Well... Yeah I guess.

*Leo stands up and rolls her shoulders*

Leo: Thanks Cal.

*Santiago smirks slightly*
S: That is one way to put it. So, are you enjoying your stay?

*Gharn sighs and sits on the couch watching TV with Blake*


*Cal smiles and nods*
Cal: No problem Leo. Before you go, anything else bothering you while I'm up?

*Rita hops out of Rt, and starts walking to the main room door.*
Rita: Engage guard mode.
*Rt turns around, and stands on guard.*
*Rita walks into the room, and looks over at Mason. She then sits on the couch not wanting to interrupt the conversation.*

----
*Mason shrugs.*
Mason: It's been alright.. worried about Rita. *Notices her walk in.* But yeah It's been great!

*Gharn nods to Rita*
Gharn: Hello Rita. Are you alright? Mason said you were doing something dangerous?

*Leo shakes her head*

Leo: Nah I'm fine. I'll see you around Cal.

*Leo nods and walks out into the main room*

*Cal nods and yawns, then sits down next to his son and naps for a bit*


*Morri follows Leo out before going back into the kitchen to get herself something to eat*


*Scatty and Aoife are still arguing *

*Rita removes her helm and sets it on her lap. She looks a bit tired, and beads of sweat run down her face.*
Rita: I'm okay... just integrated with Rt, was a bit intense.
*She smiles slightly.*
Rita: Nothing to worry about though, we are "one" now.

*Gharn nods*
Gharn: I'm glad to hear it, who is RT?
*He then frowns*
Gharn: One? What does that mean?

*Santiago nods*
S: I am sure things will work out. But I am going to get something to eat.
*stands up and heads off to the kitchen*

-Rita? The daemon Languor has returned. He has consumed Verdai. I know that his effect has consumed you before. How can I rescue him?-

Rita: Rt is a ronin titan... We integrated, almost like sharing minds...
*She looks over at Alexandria, with a serious expression.*
Rita: We need to find Hodor! I mean Harador! He knows how to fight it.

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*Mason follows Santiago.*
Mason: Could go for a beer, yeah from what she said the integration was a success.
*Grabs a beer, from the fridge. Does his best not to eaves drop on Scatty and Aoife.*

*Scatty finally storms off as Aoife grabs a apple and bites into it, looking angry enough to slit the throat of anyone who bothers her*


*Gharn nods*
Gharn: I see...
*Looks more serious at the mention of Langour*
Gharn: I agree. We need Harador's help to kill him.