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Carn:
Looking up at the sky, and sees that there are no clouds in sight, and the sun is at high noon. Grumbling, Carn shrugs off his duffle bag, leaning it against the table, then carefully sets his tactical rifle next to it. He briefly removes his weapons belt, so he can also shrug off his thigh length black flak jacket, putting his weapons belt and rifle afterwards. Then, finally, he removes his armadillo helmet and sand devil mask. Underneath it all he is pale, as Angleans tend to be, with a shaggy mane of dark red hair and steely grey eyes. His arms are corded muscle, patterned with a variety of burn and knife scars.

"Gah, that's better. Bloody heat, I'm going to miss the glaciers."

BdrLineAzn:
"You'll get used to it," Frey says as limps towards the overheated Anglean, "I don't know how long it snows in the Republic, but adjusting from an extreme climate to extreme climate takes awhile."

In the background he sees the young teen going about the yard on his stilts catching the eyes of several workers. Giving a chuckle, Frey turns to the piece of paper on the table.

"Quite a list going I see. You have any thoughts about those who signed up?"

Carn:
"Tell me about it. Anyways, the short kid seems to know what he's doing. Pretty energetic, so I'm thinking a repair monkey. That guy," He says as he points to Gaige, "Seems quite proficient at engineering, I'd put him down as my main. Those are the only one's who didn't put down a, maybe. About half a dozen came by and said they'd be interested, I put their names and info on another sheet."

BdrLineAzn:
"Well we still have several days for preparation. Mind if I ask, what is a Maurader doing all the way out here. Usually those in that division are loyal to the core." as he takes the seat next to him.

Carn:
"You look like your a professional soldier, not someone who likes politics. I hate politics, but I had a string of COs who were bureaucrats in military uniform. After a few years when it was time to renew my contract, I just couldn't stay. I couldn't stand being stuck with another hopeful senator, getting himself a credible military career. I was trained to seize airships, jump out of a speeding squid and into combat, and a multitude of other things. I couldn't stand the stagnation, and political atmosphere they were steering me to."

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