FRS Chpt 17

==Falcon Rising - Chapter 17 -==
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===Meeting new comrades===
Date: September, 3050Location: Parakoila, Jade Falcon Occupation Zone
"Mark Hull," a voice greeted me from where I was packing up my meager belongings into a small duffel bag. "
 
"Yes?" I turned to where a man and woman were cautiously eyeing Gray. "I am trying to pack, is there anything I can do to assist you?"
 
"We requested to join you in the Nega Garrison Cluster," The man entered the room. "We were a part of the Trial of Possession."
 
I threw the last of my clothing into the bag before standing up fully and looking at both of them.
 
The woman carried herself differently than the man, there was more of a certain… Aura of confidence that surrounded her.
 
"I apologize," I offered as I slung my bag and whistled for Gray to come to my side. "But it seems that you have me at a disadvantage, for you have my name, but I do not seem to have either of yours."
 
"Anastasia." The woman considered me.
 
"Thomas." the man nodded. "We are already considered old, and though we are not dezgra, we can see that you are a ristar. We would follow in your quest."
 
"Quest?" I asked, straightening my clothes a bit before glancing around the room to make sure I hadn't missed anything.
 
"You will surely seek to join a line unit, quiaff?" Anastasia asked. "We would join you. We have been a part of the Solahma for long enough."
 
"And we are not like the others, content to laze about in their places," Thomas continued. "No, we want more. So, Star Commander. Where you lead, we will follow."
"It's not going to be an easy route," I looked at both of them, my hand falling to stroke Gray's silky fur. "You will face many challenges if you wish to follow me."
 
"Anything is better than remaining stagnant and languishing here until we are discarded," Anastasia muttered. "In our pursuit of youth, we have fallen into the folly of forgetting that age has merits. I would change that."
 
"So," Thomas looked me in the eye. "What do we do next?"
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===Final Words===
"Try to keep Darya alive," I told Liliana and James. "She shall need some good backup if Marthe decides that she does not appreciate being challenged, quiaff?"
 
"Aff," James replied. "See to it that you live. It is a sad world where a warrior is removed from the field of battle."
 
Liliana remained silent, simply exchanging a nod with me before turning and heading back to their barracks.
 
Walking up the ramp, I boarded the dropship and headed to the quarters that had been assigned to the two warriors who had decided to accompany me. There was much to discuss and plan, and never enough time to do it in.
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===Meeting a Spider===
Date: December 1st, 3050Location: Paulus, Prime, Clan Wolf Occupation Zone
Darya quietly observed the massive fleet as they began to wink out of existence on the path back to Strana Mechty.
 
"It's a sight, isn't it? All of those ships and 'mechs and warriors heading off to one place," an unfamiliar voice said as an older woman stepped up beside Darya.
 
"It is not the first time I have seen it," Darya replied. "But it is interesting to see so many gathered together instead of competing."
 
"There'll be plenty of time for competition later," the woman laughed, her red and gray streaked hair tied into a loose ponytail. "Now, I've heard some rumors that your cluster happened upon an incredibly rare find," the older woman grinned. "And no one else will tell me anything except that you're his commanding officer. So," the other woman shifted her arms across her chest. "I want information, little bird."
 
"And what would you have to offer in return, Wolf?" Darya asked, turning her gaze to meet the slightly taller Kerensky's eyes. "I am not one of those who worship the very ground that you stand on. But neither am I set against you. So, I will repeat myself. What do you have to offer in return?"
 
"I like you," Natasha grins as she leans against the wall. "How about this? I've still got a bottle of 3010 Glengarry Reserve. You and me polish that off while discussing the old man you Birds picked up on your way in."
 
 "I suppose that would be an equitable exchange," Darya replied, gesturing for Natasha Kerensky to lead on.
 
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"And the wolf, she is always cuddled up with him," Darya giggled a little bit as both her and Natasha drank another shot, their faces flushed bright red. "But they both are deadly."
 
"And he was just living on a farm?" Natasha asked.
 
"It was as if he was content to simply enjoy his life on the world without a care in the world," Darya leaned back against the bunk. "But he was obviously a warrior at sometime. Because he nearly destroyed the Star Colonel's Summoner in the Trial. Had he been a bit more accurate, he would have dealt with her and been left alone once more."
 
"You brought him with you, right?" Natasha tossed back another shot. "I want to meet someone who once would have known the life before all this shit."
 
"Neg," Darya shook her head. "I left him in command of my Trinary, He was the most capable out of those who remained."
 
"Damn," Natasha grunted. "And here I was hoping to meet him," She shrugged. "Oh well. So, you tried anything with him yet?"
 
"He is surprisingly resistant to such advances," Darya sighed. "I have indicated on multiple occasions that I would like to couple, but he refuses to engage in such."
Natasha sat there silently for a moment before continuing.
 
"He's going to be different," she finally said. "Spheroids aren't the same, and sex is more to them than mere pleasure. It'll take more than a pretty face and a pair of nice tits to catch somepeople's attention. And don't even get me started on people who haven't had sex in years," Natasha rolled her eyes. "Lemme tell ya, some people just refuse to enjoy a good time when it approaches…"
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