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Several days had passed after all the chaos of the battle, and presumably now war, that had erupted outside the Holy Land's walls. Price had played a good guest, winning and losing money aplenty, though his demeanor might suggest he only was winning. Ready to move to the next stage of things, he had made his way to the Pair O' Dice, where it seemed some of the knights were now setting up base (which could very well look bad for them in the eyes of the zealots who they had been with before).
Once inside, he was greeted by a kind of opulence that he had previously thought impossible on a planet like this, yet somehow it was here in front of him. Price smiled in admiration to the fine architecture and decor, the marble floors, red velvet decor, and the gold accents. It was probably all Sorilian at some point, but evidently it was very much Arubak's now. For now. Steppenwolf approached the front desk where a young lady sat, and he produced the letter given to him by Kuchillo, placing it on the countertop. "If it's not too much trouble, I'd like to speak with the proprietor of this establishment, Mr. Arubak I believe." He spoke with a soft tone and a pleasant smile.
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The past few days had become a blur for Ash, he had seemed quite out of sorts, distant from his own mind. Even the interactions in Cobran went down without him really saying or doing much to protest. Everything seemed to have just become chaos. The group seemed to be still somewhat intact, Otis starting to do a little better from his wound, and the others seeming to have come to accept M'Kama's 'death'. In truth, Ash thought that was bunk. The Yybian hadn't been on the battlefield with them, before or after the gates closed. He doubted that he was still in the Holy Land (unless he was hiding), and he also doubted he'd made some side deal with Arubak. It was possible, but just didn't seem likely. So where was he now?
Ash's thoughts were cut short as Seru held out his rifle to him. He gave a nod and accepted it back. "Thank you Seru. And yes, I'd say we've done quite well, all things considered."
The group was quiet for a moment, no one saying a word, only the sound of the wind and the desert provided any background. The Captain stared at their campfire, his eyes lost in the flames. "You know what I would do with this gun?" He asked somewhat rhetorically of the group, not expecting anyone to say anything. "I'd put it on a ship. A starship. Something capable of flying anywhere in the galaxy, maybe something military grade. I'd put it on a ship, and I'd rain hell and fire on my enemies."
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Ash had been sitting in the sand, reading over his orders, but keeping them hidden from the rest of his men. The last thing they needed was a morale drop. It seemed as though the whole thing was planned and coordinated intentionally badly, and he was starting to seriously wonder if there was something going on that he was unaware of. At this moment, he wanted nothing more than to be back with his family, he started to wonder if he'd done enough to be a good son, a good brother, a good person in general.
He cut his thoughts short, folded up the papers in his jacket, and turned back to the legionaries. They'd already made good headway with their tasks, but now was the time to start getting more proactive. "Alright, let's form up some scout teams now. Whoever goes, you'll need to take some shields with you, the enemy likely has snipers, so you'll need some kind of cover. Vollens, Volantus, and Pantagen, I'd like your input on putting together the scout teams. You'll know some of the men better than I do, so I want us to make sure we get the best."