Log:Knights of Ren: The Widening Gyre: Part 1
The Knights investigate troubles at a mine on Simbarc.
OOC Date: July 6 2021
Location: Simbarc
Participants: Errod Zand, Sebek, Syrus as Self and KS-3333, Tamsin Cas, as Self/GM, Zelo Parrai, as KS-0717, Zyrette as KS-0613, Knights of Ren
[ Tamsin Cas (Cas)]
There were many things to attract a visitor to Simbarc. The glitter of the space port, the dazzle of the casinos that dusted its surface. And, perhaps most importantly to this particular group of travelers, the many mines which dotted the planet, digging deep into the surface, churning up the planet's crust to extract the ores from which credits would be generated to line the pockets of the rich, making the rich richer and the poor poorer. There was only one class that got their hands dirty on this moon.
Of particular interest to the Knights, were reports that a phrik mine (a rare and highly valuable ore known for its high energy resistance), newly discovered at the far south pole of the planet, had been reporting issues nearly since the beginning of operations. An unusually high incidence of instability, structural collapse, and loss and injury of workers, far in excess of what had been seen anywhere else on the planet had brought word of possible sabotage. Whispers of some unknown agent who sought to quell the rumours of something far more precious than phrik found deep within the mines. For there had been rumours, of a cache buried there. But, now, only a rumour, for the team which had made the discovery had, quite mysteriously, met their end when a chasm had opened up beneath the seam where they had been working.
Eschewing the Dakata main starport, the Night Buzzard had made the journey down to the pole, passing over the desolate landscape of the planet, its surface dotted with endless fields of grey rock pillars. It had set down not far from the mine, which had been secured and emptied of nearly all of its workers, save for a small contingent of guards to prevent intrusion. The Knights would meet no opposition within, the mining company assured. At least not from their own people. Beyond that, the Knights were on their own.
Tamsin, having departed her medical bay, such as it was, was one of the first to step down from the ramp. Robed, helmed, and weapon drawn, she waited for the troopers and the rest of the team to depart the ship, before she began to make her way towards the mine.
[ Syrus (Sy)]
Having just managed to break away from an injury-related furlough, KS-3333 or 'Threes' as he's come to be known is elated to finally be back in the field. Sitting in a drop seat next to the ramp the young man just manages to finish up with his checks as the ship is coming to light upon its pad. The stormie stands up and readies himself, head moving with a practiced swivel as he walks down the ramp behind Tamsin.
[ Zyrette (Zee)]
Sergeant KS-06113 sat quietly an still during the flight. Another operation with the Knights. As the Buzzard landed, and the ramp lowered, the Trooper filed out with her contingent. She moved to stand in formation with the other troopers, as they waited for orders to fall out and move forward.
[ Sebek (SE)]
"The solution is thus, slaughter the peasantry to quell traitorous elements, replace them with trustworthy hands, and spread upon Simbarc the tale of fear and death of those who betray our glorious purpose." Sebek of the Desert, Flagbearer of Coret, Conqueror of the Sixteenth Deck, Consumer of Hounds, Wielder of Tei Tenga, He Who Hunts was not an individual who did things by halves, or even wholes. Give him a cake and he'll kill the bakery. The mad Falleen was fraying, and I mean that literally. His topknot had picked up some stringiness to it and the fabric of his battle cassock was starting to wear at the edges. Even his normally blingy gold jewelry looked a bit dull. He still, after all this time, dwelled upon Coruscant.
Behind She Who Rages followed Sebek, simmering with the distinctive spice of anger (and possibly some sort of reptilian odour, who knew), and holding the distinctive baton-like weapon in his right hand. "Behold," he proclaimed, and sucked in a large quantity of air through his ridged nose. "The stench of filth and decay. A planet of decadence upon the back of the strong. Filthy. Upon here we must bring the fate of Carkanis, of fire and pain a purge will renew."
[ Zelo Parrai (Zelo)]
KS-0717 is not a fan of mines. Perhaps it was all the punishment in his youth - hours or days spent in small quarters - that had led to claustrophobic tendencies, or maybe it was a failing at some deeper level. But that itch of the skin is pushed aside, buried deep and covered with several tons of duty. His comfort means nothing in light of the mission, and the mission is simple - protect the Knights, whether by killing their enemies or blocking those enemies' attacks, and accomplish all objectives.
Formation is taken up and he holds his weapon to shoulder and at the ready for the next command. He definitely isn't minutely shifting from one foot to the other. Nope.
[ Errod Zand (EZ)]
"How many times have I heard that before? 'No opposition, it's completely safe'," Errod mutters darkly, his voice a raspy growl like a chain dragged through gravel behind a cart. The Knight moves towards the landing ramp, patting his clothing in a variety of spots in the sort of habitual 'are all my knives there' way he often does, his helmet clipped to the back of his belt. Wild eyes stare out at the world as he moves down the gangway, out onto the stony earth.
"A mining camp. Organic workers are cheaper than droids in a place like this. It's a dismal calculus, the expense of scant provisions and wages against the repairs on a droid. The same gunk that stops the joints of a droid clogs the lungs of a man, but that bill goes unpaid, left out of the equation. These are disposable people, single-use hands to be used and then discarded." A cig settles in the corner of his downturned mouth, lighting up before the walk begins, a thin trail of smoke rising from beneath the reversed horseshoe of his mustache. "There is no act beyond imagining for someone like that. 'No opposition'." He sniffs.
[ Tamsin Cas (Cas)]
It as not quite like deja vu, as the Knights and their troopers made entry into the mine proper, passing under the auspices of the gate that channeled visitors into the main anteroom of the buildings which had been attached to the rock face, allowing for machinery to be prepped, workers to be assigned, and entry to be made via an automated lift which would carry bodies and equipment down to the rock face. The guards who manned the exterior of the mine allowed the team to pass without word, and with no small amount of shuffling of feet to get them as far from the Knights as the enclosure would allow them to be. Was it always like this? That air of peace and ease that inevitably lead to terror and bloodshed?
Well, yes, this was the Knights of Ren. It was what they did.
The ride down on the lift was easy enough, the shaft studded with illumination attached to the rock face, ensuring that the team would not be descending into total and absolute darkness. No amount of illumination, though, could mask that feeling of stone and earth pressing in on the senses, of the threat of burial beneath a kilometer or more of stone and dust. Ah, Knights. They adventured in the very best places.
The ramp settled to the floor, light illuminating three tunnels leading away. Two were for access to other, smaller seams, the largest, leading to the north, lead to the current working face of the mine. The reports had indicated that it was the righthand passage which had both caused the most trouble, and, would lead them to, if they were lucky what they were seeking. "Less money in, more money out." It was a brutal, if pragmatic approach to wealth acquisition. And all that Tamsin offered in response. No sympathy, no commiseration, only logic. A step carried her off of the ramp, "Do we trust the reports, or investigate of our own accord?" That was the question posed by Tamsin, "Can we even trust the reports we were sent?"
[ Syrus (Sy)]
Like the others, Threes has no great love for mines, but his loyalty and dedication to the Knights is infallible. Honestly, he's into them in a huge way. His eyes land on Sebek for part of the lift ride and the trooper is star struck. The eye liner looks even better up close. It must take forever. When the lift sets down, Threes steps off it and does a lazy sleep down the corridors with his rifle before looking back ove his shoulder at the black-clad leaders for instruction.
"Huh," Threes says, moving slowly down the hallway to the left and kneeling down to run a gloved hand over the floor. "Signs of some pretty heavy duty cleaning over here. Definitely not routine."
[ Zyrette (Zee)]
The sergeant had a clipped, professional air about her, that belied the occasionally mischievous streak hidden in her nature. Always careful to ride that line between playful, and disciplined. No desire for reconditioning here. If the oppressive press of the tunnels discomfited her, she showed no sign. Head to toe armor helped.
As they surveyed the paths before them, the trooper held up her hand to halt any troopers filing in behind her. "Knight Cas. The path to the right looks quite challenging. However there does appear to be something in the distance. Glittering perhaps." She added to Three's assessment.
[ Sebek (SE)]
"Safe is anathema to our purpose, He Who Cares. Those who deem it such are lying, else, why beckon us to their woes?" The thickly oozing accent of Sebek of the Desert was dripping with ill humour and moderate satisfaction. 'No opposition' meant 'Rev up the chainsaw, it's slaughter time'.
Down the lift they went, baking in Sebek's natural umame smell, and emerged deep under the earth. "Hewn from rock and shame," he mused, sniffing the air and instinctively turning his head to the left. "An apt observation, servant." Something crawled amongst the air, sending currents of uncertainty and disturbance towards the trained Force users. It was all that was wrong to the galaxy, more merit to the mindset of He Who Cares, and yet its pull was inexorable.
"They lie, She Who Rages. For their lies we shall partake." A hand raised and a pointed talon directed towards the leftmost passage. "That way lies the danger sought."
[ Zelo Parrai (Zelo)]
KS-0717 is having a time of it. Sure, it's not the smallest space he's been in, but there are a lot of people packed into the lift. He plays the game where he stands as still as possible - but it's not going well on a moving lift. Gratitude for the door opening lasts only for one moment before the scope and burden of the cave lands squarely on top of him. KS-0717 feigns a trip with his right boot, stumbling to catch himself and letting off a quick GASP of panic - all he's afforded before his duty takes hold. Eyes scan the grounds upon which they had been breached, and what most strikes him is the serene lack of chaos in the main passage.
<"Sergeant, what are the odds of panic leaving a passage as clean as the north passage? No sign of lost clothes, tools... Blood?"> He really didn't want to go in the smaller passages, but... Duty. Thankfully, the vocoder is really good at filtering out over Eighty-Three percent of discomfort. <"Could check it out, still. On your orders...">
[ Errod Zand (EZ)]
Errod is silent, wrapped up in his own thoughts as he puffs quietly on the cig, intense, manic eyes peering too closely at everything within view as they descend lower into the mines. When the path ahead splits, he keeps his own counsel, definitely not making a sandwich out of character or anything. "This mine is a warren of deceit." The smoke clings thinly to the stone ceiling.
[ Tamsin Cas (Cas)]
Tamsin, whose attention turned as Sebek's did, and was that any surprise, as she had been, in most things, the student and Sebek the master (fear this), she listened to the group, taking in each observation before she nodded, "As you say, Sebek." Tamsin reached down, unclipping a second cylinder from her waist. This one she ignited, the pure, almost delicate light of her old stunsaber adding to the illumination from the spotlights inside the tunnel, as she headed in that direction. "The central passage leads to the main rock face. If the danger had truly been there, they would not have continued to mine in that direction. This one, though, it whispers." But, Tamsin was not one to leave any stone unturned, "KS-0613, assign two troopers each to investigate the other two passages." A beat, before she looked towards KS-0717 and KS-3333, "With us." It was a given the trooper Sergeant would also be in the main force.
As though the mine itself had some sentience, some ability to feel the interlopers within its bowels, there was a rumble of rocks tumbling as they stepped into the lefthand passage. As Tamsin moved, her helmet turned this way and that, and she frowned, "Do you see that?" She pointed with her stunsaber-flashlight hand, pointing up towards a place in the ceiling where a honeycomb pattern seemed to have been bored into the rock.
[ Syrus (Sy)]
"Aye, ma'am," 3333 says, standing up and clicking the safety off of his weapon. It's swung up to his shoulder and he begins his walk down the hallway, barrel swinging this way and that as he looks about. "More of that pattern down here," the trooper says, gesturing now to the floor in front of him. He reaches out with the tip of his boot and taps down on it. "Seems safe enough," he says, stepping onward.
[ Zyrette (Zee)]
The Sergeant shook her head mutely at 0717. Panic, generally, would not lead to the order and command needed for so detailed a cleaning. Before she could say anything however, the knights were speaking. She fell silent, listening for orders.
0613 remained in formation. As Knight Cas issued her orders, the sergeant nodded. With a brisk motion she indicated four others of the trooped, pairing them off and sending them down the other two tunnels. She watched her fellows go, before returning her attention to the matter at hand, and the remaining tunnel. She remained with the bulk of the group as Threes scouted ahead. Her own riffle held at rest but ready, low and relaxed, she kept a watching eye of their surroundings. The trooper couldn't help but notice the trodden path and vaguely wavy pattern.
[ Sebek (SE)]
"Ah yes," answered Sebek. "A marker ill placed. Document it, She Who Rages. It does not belong here." With that out of the way, he turned his attention back towards the leftmost tunnel in which they resided. "Have a care, servant," he advised the trooper in front of him. "I would have you die in service, not of stupidity."
[ Zelo Parrai (Zelo)]
KS-0717 nodded - there was no argument to be made in the face of orders - and moved to the left passage as he took up position to be somewhere near the middle of the expedition and at hand if needed by one of the nights. He squeezes his eyes shut - thankfully hidden by the trooper helm - and opens his ears. The trooper listens to everything around him and tries to file everything away as he steals this moment to get his head right. Maybe he wishes the violent things that so often happen would hurry up; there's no time to be scared when lives are on the line. He's about to open his eyes and close out his fear when something stands out.
<"Sir, I'm hearing movement ahead, down the passage. That rumble... It's echoing a lot. But it's like the sound of waves on sand. Something moving down there. Something live."> Perhaps it's that finding of detail - something to report - that helps 0717 find his resolve. He holds the rifle more closely, finger over the trigger guard but very ready to slip into it. Something living means something to shoot. That will help. Eyes open, the trooper looks down the passage, waiting for a clash. Another deep breath is taken as he listens to Sebek's advice.
[ Errod Zand (EZ)]
They've all heard a lot of stories from Errod about how he was a monster hunter and all the monsters he's hunted, but have any of them actually seen him hunt a monster? As the Knight moves further down the mineshaft, he turns things over with the toe of his boot, really just rocks and other detritus, and glances briefly as what's beneath. He does this with every piece of loose rubble he passes, but not one reveals anything of interest. "Must've done a good job cleaning if they're trying to hide things from us," he surmises gruffly, stubbing out the butt of his cig finally. Something is said about a sound, but he hasn't heard anything.
[ Tamsin Cas (Cas)]
Tamsin, doing as she was bidden, was a bit behind the rest of the team, as Sebek lead the charge further into the tunnel. There were fewer lights here, the illumination occasionally flickering off and on. It was not impossible to see, just more difficult. There was, ahead, a bend in the tunnel that would take them off into a forty-five degree angle from where they had been walking.
The clash, when it came was not from above, or ahead, but below, as another rumble came, louder this time, grating stone on stone, as the ground collapsed beneath the team, as if the solid stone of the floor had simply ceased to be. And in that rumbling, more of the slithering KS0717 had reported. There was something, just on the edge of sight as they fell. If any of them had the mind to look or the will to see.
They fell, and fell, perhaps the height of a story, before the ground rushed up to meet them. When they landed, where they landed, was a cavern of honey combed, carved out, consumed out of the bedrock, with phosphorescent illumination all around, giving the area an eerie, unsettling appearance. It caught the slither of movement along the stone floor.
[ Syrus (Sy)]
"Yes sir, sorry," Threes says before looking back to Sebek. It's about that time that the ground slips out from beneath them and the young stormie goes tumbling tumbling down. His is not a graceful fall by any means, legs and arms catching here and there on outcroppings on his way down. It's a meaty *crack* that he finally lands. Neck first. Off in the distance, however, the lift they've taken down can be heard whirring to life once more.
[ Tamsin Cas (Cas)]
The ground was indeed alive with movement. Snakes, but like no snakes that lived above the earth. These were rocky, segmented, as though they had been stone once, golems brought to some unnatural life. They had thick, almost slug-like bodies, but they were quick and darting. And heading for the interlopers.
[ Zyrette (Zee)]
It's a trap! And it was, too. 0613 pressed forward with the others, as Sebek lead them down the passage to the left. The reports from the others filled her mind, as each pick up little sights and sounds. Her eyes burned, behind her enclosed helmet as she tried to keep her senses alert.
Even still, nothing prepared her for the ground crumbling beneath them. Only battle trained reflexes kept her from breaking an ankle or worse. Worse, as it seemed for Threes. She looked over at the other, young trooper's twisted body but had no time to mourn. They were under attack! Instead of sorrow, she was rolling and up on one knee, riffle blasting at the slithering rock snakes.
[ Sebek (SE)]
Down and down they fell, where they stopped... oh right here! Sebek landed on his feet heavily, dropping into a crouch, and immediately the Force screamed. There was but one thing for it.
Behold, Tei Tenga! Behold the hungry blade! Behold the doom of this nest of vermin!
The red blade burst into life already spinning, twirling through the air trying in vain to bisect these rock snakes. And of course, the frustration came immediately. "She Who Rages!" he erupted, his voice devolving into a raspy hiss, the skin on his head rippling from deep green into something limey. "Freeze these annoyances!" He was losing his temper, already. It was a bad way to be.
[ Zelo Parrai (Zelo)]
KS-0717 feels the shift, just before the passage gives out, and it's that fear of being buried alive that causes his arms to pinwheel frantically clawing at the debris and ground falling with him. It's not graceful. It's not pretty. But, somehow, he lands on enough of the falling passage to roll down a hill of loose sand, rock and grit, preventing anything major from snapping in the fall - which is more than can be said for Threes. The panic keeps his eyes shut for a moment, but - luckily - when they open, they find much more space than he expected. He scrambles to his feet, seeing... Stone-like snakes? Great.
One of the snakes lunges at him, and KS-0717 dances back, lifting his gun in quick response as he shoots down the open maw of the first serpent, blasting out the other end and hitting two more behind it as they had been trying to advance on him. <"Phrik 'n stone snakes!">
[ Errod Zand (EZ)]
The group tumble down into the serpent's nest, and Errod is no exception; the aging man falls with the rest, and manages the abrupt descent as well as anyone could, though the auspices are against him and a rock at an ungainly angle sends him tumbling into a heap rather than twisting an ankle. It is from this position that he looks up, bareheaded, towards the stony creature, if it is in fact alive.
It lashes out at him, and he physically recoils not unlike a snake himself, wriggling just far enough away to avoid injury and no further. One leg moves against inertia, shoving a knee into the ground with a painfully sudden force that propels him to his feet, and a hand reaches over his shoulder to unshackle the long, bladed weapon slung on his back, the rivulets of plasma crackling to life as he drops it into a ready stance.
Maybe the old man did hunt monsters after all. He snaps the spearpoint of the chainwhip forward, cracking the exoskeleton, and when he brings it down again, the crack widens, exposing the sensitive innards. Normally his helmet is on, but since it's not, everyone is treated to the sight of Errod's eyes near bugging out of his head, wild ponytail flying dramatically behind him.
[ Tamsin Cas (Cas)]
The ground warped and slithered, revealing the source of the wave patterns that KS-0617 had seen earlier. And, if any had cause to look that far, they might seen that wave of snakes slithering out of the honeycombing which they, had, likely tunneled in and through the stone walls of the mines. It was, likely, how they had managed to remain so well hidden. Who thought to look for danger //inside// the walls? Well, anyone who was a miner, but nevermind that. SHUT UP WITH YOUR LOGIC!
Despite the broken bodies, which exploded in shrapnel when hit by blade or blaster bolt, the tide continued, the creatures moving with a singular hive-minded focus. Meat did not belong here. Tamsin, who had not dropped her stunsaber, dropped it now, its light guttering as the floor bucked and roiled, igniting her own saber. She did not, however, attack, but did what she could to hold back the hoard, calling up that wave of force which she had used, once, to create a tunnel of sand on a far away beach. The crescent formed, almost a full half moon, an invisible, grasping hand, against which the snakes beat and battered themselves, as Tamsin held them in place. They could advance no further, but the Knights and their troopers were not so encumbered.
[ Syrus (Sy)]
For those listening extra carefully, the lift has come to a halt once more at the bottom and the raggedy ramp has thunked back onto the floor, clearly as some dark portent.
More stone debris falls around the assailed Knights as a figure leaps its way down the drop with a strange grace and fluidity. Heavy boots land lightly on the ground and a crimson blade snaps to life, illuminating the face of Mister Big Dark Energy himself; Syrus.
His blade is held high and brought to slam down atop one of the Broodlings, spelling its nigh-instant death before the same is rendered unto one of its companions. The Kiffar does not speak yet.
[ Zyrette (Zee)]
0613 snapped her hand out in a quick gesture for the troopers that remained to fall into a bi-leveled defensive formation. Her full armor kept her from telegraphing anything but command and disciplined. As a barrier formed around them, and the wave of of stone snakes hurdled against it, the trooper did the only thing she could do. She took aim, and opened fire. The sea of snakes seemed endless but she had faith in the ability of the knights she fought with, and for.
[ Sebek (SE)]
Enough. Every being in the galaxy had some knowledge of death, and thus of fear. And fear, as a wise man once said, would keep them in line.
There was a faint clicking sound as Sebek unhinged his jaw.
The noise that emerged from the wider-than-Steve-Tyler mouth of the mad Falleen was beyond mortal understanding. No human could have made it. It was a screech of fury, a roar of challenge, a declaration of victory. More than anything it was an announcement. Fear the Hunter, prey, for the Hunter is here. As he lashed out with his vocal cords so to did he lash out with the Force, sending waves of anger and fury into the heart and soul of each and every one of these pests. The would Know him. They would Know him and Understand.
One of the snakes paralyzed in fear quickly met its end at the terrible screaming of Tei Tenga, another crushed into mush from the sharp, flanged pommel at the other end. Finally, Sebek the Lost's had lashed out, grabbing one of the final survivors. He lifted the wriggling serpent to his cracked-wide jaw, and
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[ Zelo Parrai (Zelo)]
Continuing to backpedal, KS-0717 is lucky enough to find himself on the inside of the force shield, indicated by the lunge of a stony snake as it stops midway, stone fangs bending back in a failed attempt to bite. He doesn't question in it - his trust in the Knights to do the amazing things they do is absolute. He simply lines up another shot, again aiming for the snake that had just attempted to bite him. Once again, the subsurface scattering of a plasme bolt passing through stone snake starts at the head, slowly illuminates and blasts out the body and strikes the snake behind, also sending debris and shrapnel from the first snake to explode through sides and heads of nearby brethren in an unfortunate case of aspine-fratricide.
KS-0717 looks about, seeing some of the snakes inside the circle. He turns his focus, making sure none of them get to one of the knights.
[ Errod Zand (EZ)]
The extermination is violent, brutal, and above all, short. Almost as soon as the stone-snakes appeared, they were dead. Errod straightens up, the work done, but the Knight of Raid keeps his weapon ready in his hand. "Never know with a place like this," he mutters, stepping over the shrapnel from one of the popped energy broodlings to angle towards Syrus. He puts a hand out, reaching for the other man's forearm. "Not sure whether to thank you or punch you. Where the hell have you been hiding? I've been the only old man around."
[ Tamsin Cas (Cas)]
Perhaps it was the call of the Hunter. Perhaps it was the swift word of saber and rifle. perhaps it was none of those things, as the tide of living stone fell. More than half their number lay broken and smoldering on the ground. One, its little tail wriggling, disappeared down Sebek's maw. But that was not all. No. What snakes had remained, as though hearing some silent, siren's call, began to slither away, disappearing back into darkness, along the floor, along the walls, and into those honeycombs which peppered the stone face around them.
Tamsin, lacking that connection, the bodies she could hold, allowed herself to drop to a knee. There had been many and many, and it had taken its toll.
In the wake of their departure, a void formed. But it was nor formless. It pulsed, softly for two of the Knights, more strongly for the newly arrived Kiffar. A pulse of the Dark Side. Alive, and calling. Always calling, beckoning them deeper into the mine. Further into the darkness ahead. Another tunnel. A secret tunnel.
[ Syrus (Sy)]
Taking EZ's forearm in his robo-hand, Sy offers a nod to the man. "The catacombs of Jedha demanded my attention for a time, my friend," Syrus explains, his other thumb occupied by swiping down across the activation switch of his saber. He casts a glance over his shoulder at Tamsin and Sebek for a time before the Warden feels that pulse of dark magicks and he turns his attention fully to it, following its call like a man possessed.
[ Zyrette (Zee)]
Having no connection to the force, 0613 felt nothing. Aside from relief as the horde of snakes fell, demolished mostly by the deadly skill of the knights. The sergeant rose, and let her rifle fall lax on its strap. She turned to check on her comrade troopers. A clap on the shoulder for 0717 and a moment of silence for Threes. She knelt briefly by the fallen soldier, collecting any ident or leaving a marker so the body might later be claimed She then returned to the other duties at hand.
[ Sebek (SE)]
If there ever was a day where something Sebek ate disagreed with him, it wasn't today. It was a battle of will, you see, the Falleen's cast iron stomach versus whatever he threw at it. And as always, his foe had been found wanting.
The rock snake slid down the reptilian's gullet into its doom, the only sign of its passage being a quiet belch from the otherwise dignified (lol) Falleen. "Lesser worms with mastery of the Force. Unacceptable. We shall do well to burn this nest of heresy."
[ Zelo Parrai (Zelo)]
KS-0717 watches the horde withdraw, and he lowers the barrel of his rifle the faintest degree, finger pulling back from the trigger as he steps back again. He takes a step near the knight on her knee, remaining vigilant as he looks to his Sergeant with a brief nod of thanks. Sometimes a touch is all you need to pull it together.
