Wordslingin'

Operation: Protect the Jersualemite Refugees was going so well. Truly, it was. Right up until we found ourselves outnumbered, out-gunned, and outclassed. Thankfully, Lukas is a better Gear pilot than his siblings... or our enemies.

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Koreshi Chronicles - Chapter V : Quinn Vs Smith

It was raining, unusual for the season in the Marathon basin but Bernie didn’t wonder about weather, he just complained about it. It wasn’t the only thing he was whining about.

“Are you sure you wannna go through with this? I mean can’t bygones be bygones and stuff?”

Bernie’s plea rolled off Lukas like the rain.

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Wordslingin'

One very late night session of gaming saw Our Heros (tm) arrive in Mainz, meet with our contacts, and extract some data from a scientific research building in a mission that was going so well... right up until the very end, when it all went to hell. As usual.

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Koreshi Chronicles - Chapter V : Disclosure

Ennick had looked better, Ti thought to himself, as he took the heavy leather studded wing back chair in front of him. Ti hadn’t been in this bar before, it had character.. Somehow a lot of the old charm of the place hadn’t been lost in the War. And unlike some of the posher dives near the center of town, it wasn’t full of the SNS reporters, start-up entrepreneurs nor the hip crowd who usually ruined these places.

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Koreshi Chronicles - Chapter V : Data Mining

Corovan sat down to his terminal with a hot mug of cawfee. Once he had gained access his screen revealed a waiting dialogue box: task complete - database compiled.

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Koreshi Chronicles - Chapter V : Loosening up

It was Lyta's turn to watch Bradwick. Todd had gone off to find an overwatch position with a good view of the approaches, while Lukas was looking over the new Gears they'd acquired – stolen – from the train. Which left Lyta to guard the unconscious body she'd propped up next to the cliff face.

She'd cleaned the guns, she'd prepped a small fire and set dinner roasting on a spit above it, and now there was nothing to do but wait. She watched Bradwick for a moment, suspiciously, wondering if he was awake after all. Todd had assured her the current dose of sedatives would last at least another four hours before it wore off, but still. There was no reason to sloppy.

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