Koreshi Chronicles - Chapter VIII: Cool And Collected

Early Autumn 1927, in or near Port Arthur.

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Koreshi Chronicles - Chapter VIII: Behind the Facade

5 Autumn, 1927

Lyta sat on her Gear’s massive foot and traced the rivets with her fingertips. Fennec had gone off to see to the backpacks they would need to transport Hippolyte’s cargo, and Lukas and Torgath had each gone off to their own private conversations, leaving her alone to check on the Gears. She’d verified that everything was in order, that nothing had been tampered with, and that they would be ready for their nighttime trek in a day or two.

It hadn’t taken long. Certainly it had taken less time than everyone’s conversations.

Lyta watched the comings and goings in the hangar. The sounds of metal-on-metal and metal-on-concrete rang out in the echoing chamber. Lyta tapped her foot.

Abruptly, she stood up. “Fuck it,” she muttered, “we were gonna take ‘em out soon anyway.”

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Koreshi Chronicles - Chapter VIII: Knowing What You Want

5 Autumn, 1927

She was a sight to behold.

He was a skilled operator himself but sat in quiet admiration as she ducked and weaved her way through the field. She displayed both raw talent and trained skill. He took immeasurable satisfaction in watching her approach a roadblock and, far from being dissuaded or even slowed down, turn that challenge into a means of propelling herself forward and achieving her ultimate goal. She moved back and forth with such grace and beauty that she made it all look effortless.

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Wordslingin'

When two options for reaching your objective loom before you, one simple and uncomplicated, one involving a low-flying dirigible, which one would you choose? This was the choice before Our Heroes (tm) this week.

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Wordslingin'

Back on Plot Train A. This week, we returned to everyone’s favorite GREL-infested hellhole, Port Arthur! You know what that means: life’s about to get interesting!

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Koreshi Chronicles - Chapter VIII: No More Pain

“Prophet’s piss, Shelly! What’ve I told you about floaters before I’ve had my second coffee?”

Shelly’s lips curled briefly into a smile somewhere under the cover of his mustache before running his tongue over his teeth and making that sound Lenny knew meant this was more than just another decomposing body in the lake.

“You’re just determined to make me regret getting out of bed this morning, aren’t you? Who is it?”

Shelly turned the body over wordlessly and Lenny let out a sigh. His hands were bound but there were no ligature marks around the wrists so he hadn’t been tied up long.

“Looks like somebody wanted a few words with old Pascal here,” Shelly offered helpfully.

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Wordslingin'

“Operation: Take out Mark Kim before he does the same to us” was sadly aborted, with no mission goals accomplished. How unfortunate. I suppose we can’t be juggernaut success machines all the time…

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Koreshi Chronicles - Chapter VIII: Todd's Mail Bag

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