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Spire - South Look at those fucking nerds. Vargas had followed the group quietly in the back throughout the entire journey through the starship graveyard and into the spire crash zone, standing his vigil as soldier even now. Having been extensively trained for such scenarios, he was one of the...

Enpala 13 Starship Graveyard Vargas stared at his bloody stump of what once was a right arm, almost as mesmerized by the sight as the crew's cyborg doctor was. He had not started to feel pain until after realizing that, yes, he was indeed missing an entire limb... but the fading adrenaline in...

Enpala 13 Multiple Locations™ The ex-sergeant had been trained for this, extensively over the course of his life. Stay calm, follow the rhythm of marching orders—one, two, one, two... even throughout their whole clusterfuck of an atmospheric entry, he had remained calm. In the fact of...

ISS Downrider Well if this isn't going swimmingly. Though usually the voice of reason in the permanent chaos that is the Downrider crew, Sgt. Argyris had opted to simply watch as further insanity unfolded right before his very eyes. Their unwelcome visitors had managed through words alone to...

ISS Downrider Cargo Bay Vargas simply remained stock-still as the deranged doctor approached him, knowing that refusing treatment would ultimately be futile as he did have to sleep at some point. "Oh god no," came the prayer as a whisper and what very well could have been his last words and...

Trayll II Surface Juggling a single remote detonator with his left hand, Vargas emerged from amid the smoke spread by the explosion. Having managed to, in the nick of time, blow open an escape route for the crew, the ex-sergeant took a short moment to relax his nerves as impending doom was now...

Warehouse Iiit's aaall ooveeer, but the cryyyiiing... As the powdery blue hell began to react, Keith winced and snapped his eyes shut as the bright flash all but blinded him, chain reactions exploding into a shock wave soon after. Time slowed down for the informant for but a brief moment in the...

Warehouse keep it together keep it together keep it together keep it together That's... not quite right. Help's arrived, see? Help arrived, so— keep it together keep it together keep it together That's enough, they're not hurting anymore, you don't have to hurt anyone again, so— keep it...

The FitnessGram Pacer Test is a multistage aerobic capacity test that progressively gets more difficult as it continues. The 20 meter pacer test will begin in 30 seconds. Line up at the start. The running speed starts slowly but gets faster each minute after you hear this signal. A single lap...

Where?house There wasn't much he could do in a situation like this. His firepower was lacking at best, burdened with protecting Rhea and himself while blanking out from the unending hail of cruel gunfire coming their way, too close for comfort... Rhea? Rhea?keepittogetherIt's not...

Lower Path Slaughterhouse Warehouse It was partway through attempting to take apart the cruel bullet casing to examine its inner construction that Keith was interrupted by Rhea making a ruckus in the other room, followed shortly after by her loud gibbering cutting off his concentration...

Lower Path Shack Examining the smallish autocannon top to bottom, Keith took note of whatever manufacturer details he could find and memorized the specifics of its construction as possible weak spots, in case the crew happened upon the misfortune of going up against one of these during their...

After kicking open the door and managing to break the deadbolt in the process, the ex-sergeant took a few seconds to roll his shoulders and relax his muscles after the physical effort. Dragging his goggles over his eyes and switching them to the night vision setting, Keith turned to Rhea and...

Lower Path Shack n° 0921, I don't remember Although Keith simply stood watch as Rhea had spoken to the dragon, the informant still had the full presence of mind to hook his hands beneath the child's arms, grabbing at her shoulders from the leverage of her armpits and hefting Rhea away from the...

Lower Path Holy Fucking Shit It's A---Wait, what? Military academy had not prepared him for this. Nothing had. After arriving at the maintenance shack and finishing his climb up, Keith had assessed that the easiest way to get inside would be to take advantage of the decaying architecture...

Lower Path After extracting the laser diodes from the mining rig and concluding that the oil spill's damage had already been done, Keith rolled his shoulders for a bit to massage away the tension in his muscles, and wiped off his now oil-slick hands on his travel poncho. Sure, it certainly...

Lower Path The informant's first order of business upon reaching the large tractor was to investigate the laser diodes on the front-side corners of the machine, carefully stepping around the massive rusted drills. Having laid abandoned in this place for what could quite possibly be centuries...

Lower Path "Communications to channel 3... check. Light refraction field device... operational." Keith checked himself over after his soft landing post-climb, landing sharp on his feet and kicking up a small cloud of dust in his wake. "Don't wander off, don't touch anything, and especially, do...

Following right behind the troupe in focused silence for quite a while now, Keith kept to himself for most of the crew's shenanigans during the entrance sequence to the cave underneath the dunes of Trayll II. Alongside Deimos at the tail end of the group's formation, he had been keeping watch...

Trayll II Oakland Heavy Wayfarer Keith jumped in place, startled by the sudden vacuum explosion. He whipped his head around to see what exactly had just happened---only to be met with a short-circuited, smoking device. Rising back to his full height, the informant averted his eyes as he rubbed...

Landing Site Oakland Heavy Wayfarer "Hearing whispers might simply be a manifestation of your subconscious, kid. In my experience as an informant, though, hushed voices tend to hide something," Keith said, idly musing by as he crouched down to inspect the hand tools scattered on the floor of...

Trayl II Landing Site Crawler Interior At last joining the rest of the inspection crew in the large vehicle above the localized purple-tinted sands was Keith, the resident informant and archivist. Clad in his distinctive desert attire, complete with his hood up and scarf covering his face from...

ISS Downrider ~Backlog~ For the past month or so, the informant had resigned himself to the confines of his makeshift, cramped office, occasionally taking a break from his work to visit the cargo bay or engineering. For the former, his time spent in the cargo bay could be summarized as talking...

Tundra Updated Autopsy Report Keith smirked. It was a rare situation that the informant would ever be caught demonstrating any signs of vanity, but it was just as Marie had said: the Biechelon Collective was after Romulus by name, despite having two other potential targets to pick freely from...

Tundra Makeshift Courtroom "I never mentioned any papers, Mr. Romulus," was the informant's immediate response to the artificer's little quip. Picking up on OSC-01's cue and noticing the interviewee had sidestepped his question entirely, Keith let out a deep sigh and rolled his shoulders...

Tundra Bonfire Pit Overseer Tara was right---the reckless awoke once more, indeed. It seemed the cozy campfire get-together was abruptly turning into a scene set for a soon-to-be interrogation, something Romulus "Caesar" Aurum seemed too aware of, considering the subject in question had made...

ISS Downrider Commons Area (Cleaning Duty) Swipe, swipe, swipe---Keith swiped a mop across the Commons Area with the self-imposed determination of a man whose house had just been defiled by drunk teenage delinquents on the night of All Hallows' Eve. Stopping for a minute to catch his breath...

ISS Downrider Commons Area It was over. After the invading trio left, Keith quickly propped the barrel of his sniper rifle against the floor of the ship, using it as a makeshift support to lean on while he caught his breath. That was the first time in nearly eight years he had shot an actual...

ISS Down "bottom of the barrel" rider Commons Area Keith had laid in wait at the door to his own office to ambush Clef as he was to leave the Cargo Bay, fully expecting him to once again come out frustrated over not finding... whatever it was his group was after. Only, even after biding his...

ISS Downrider Archivist's Office The situation inside the ship was getting more chaotic by the second—not to mention the trouble outside hadn't subsided at all. The door counterattack had thrown it off its hinges and onto Keith himself, slamming with enough force to stagger the informant for a...

ISS Downrider Archivist's Office The sounds of trouble brewing outside were not lost even here, in Keith's little bastion of knowledge. Despite trying to focus on his work while awaiting the crew's infighting to end, it was quite difficult to concentrate with alarm system blaring throughout the...

ISS Downrider Commons Area Keith half-heartedly threw aside the VR headset as he returned to reality. What an... eccentric experience. In truth, he was caught off guard by the realistic first-person recording he experienced. It brought back memories the ex-sergeant would rather have kept...

Codex Keith was disgusted by what he saw, having suddenly been transported to various wars as part of the Codex's programmed documentary. He watched soldiers fall and buildings ruin, occasionally stopping to examine either. The waif, Rhea, seemed to be having a harder time—poor girl, she was...

The Great Library of Arcandria? The Part Where She Kills Us Keith spent a few quiet moments longer than the rest of the crew in contemplation, floating peacefully at the simulated water's surface with his eyes closed. It seemed he had dealt with the hardest part of the trip through meditation...

ISS Downrider Commons Area Magic was not one of Keith's talents. However, as a rather successful informant, it would be surprising if he did not have at least one document on the general aspect of it. "It might not be exactly what you're after, but there should be some academic textbooks in the...

ISS Downrider Commons Area "Aye aye, cap'n," was the informant's sole response to Dahlia as she walked past. He continued on his way through Commons, leaning against the wall beside the metal side door and pulling out his notebook to rifle through some pages. He put pen on paper to write down...

ISS Downrider Cargo Bay 10 hours after the events of Union. ”White knight to E5,” said the absent-minded informant, moving his chess piece to capture the opponent’s pawn. As a response, the opponent moved another of his pawns two squares up to D5, putting it in danger of white’s other knight...

ISS Downrider Archive / Archivist's office Crumpled and half-torn papers littered the floor of Keith's closet office over the past eight or so hours, after his training session with the vagabond girl Rhea. The informant's empty stare had remained fixed on the desk lamp's warm light for a few...

Alipier Observatory Nave "...those bullets were made to pierce through the armor of heavy tanks," Keith realized in terror as he watched every single one of his HEIAP rounds merely glance off BTC-03's arcandum chassis. Nothing was seemingly capable of harming this hulking titan of a...

Alipier Observatory Nave Situation assessment. First off... those little smug, not-smug pixies. Damn, even a "you're welcome" would have sufficed. Second off... what in the seven hells, was gargoyle wielding some sort of disruptor? Is "allegiance" a variable? Third off... oh fuck, we're so...

Alipier Observatory Nave ...In hindsight, it was definitely unnecessary to empty all of the revolver's chamber onto that one single gargoyle, given the explosive power the alchemist seemed to harness. Still, Keith continued to sprint toward his crewmate in a half-valiant half-stubborn display...

Alipier Observatory Nave Given little to no time to react to the sudden attack, Keith shifted nearly all his body weight to his right shoulder, allowing himself to fall on his side and break into another combat roll to avoid the gargoyle's elbow strike. Though he managed to save his wrist from...

Alipier Observatory Nave Keith was on the verge of readying another barrage of voltaic shots against the mechanical juggernaut, until OSC-01 intervened. Now finding one of their glaives pointed at himself, the informant nonthreateningly lowered his firearm a bit toward the ground and off its...

Alipier Observatory Hallway A little dazed from his sudden trajectory and impact against the ground, Ausse took a few brief seconds longer than the rest of the crew to process the sounds of newfound trouble coming down the stairwell from the Nave. No sooner had he been able to link the noise of...

Alipier Observatory Hallway The informant humphed at OSC-01's relatively superior display of polearm flourishing, rolling his eyes as he did. "...Show-off," he said under his breath, cycling his stare periodically between the pilot and overseer, before resuming his formal posture. "I apologize...

Alipier Observatory Hallway Having just finished going through his crewmates' recent tracks, Ausse half-expected to receive a warm welcome from them as he further closed the gap between themselves. It was no surprise, then, that the informant was caught off-guard as he had just finished...

Alipier Interior Bunks Ausse had only just made his way through the entrance room before being met with the oppressive darkness of the next. Wincing a bit at the sudden change in lighting from the outside to the bunk rooms, the invisible informant closed his eyes, not so quickly adapted to the...

Alipier Observatory Exterior Having managed to track down the crew's location by following their numerous (and quite obvious) footprints through the snow, Ausse stood guard at the entrance provisorily, admiring the surrounding view of the cold landscape. The quiet senerity of it all reminded...

ISS Downrider Archive Room Inside the once-empty storage room, the familiar sounds of lifting, dragging, and paper shuffling could be heard as the Downrider crew’s resident informant had just finished setting up the basics of his new (mobile) office—making it into a semi-public archive, of...

ISS Downrider Commons Area Ausse simply sighed at the plan of sending the priceless age-old overseer head first into the observatory probably now riddled with traps and other surprises in anticipation for their next visit, but aside from another infiltration attempt – which was unlikely to...