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Laevis Metargo

(WIP)"When you judge someone, you're judging them by your standards, be your standards good or bad."(WIP)

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a character in “Mechas and Golems”, as played by 0neTailedf0x

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Name: Laevis Metargo
Nickname: Hannibal
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Height: 6'1"
Occupation: Crown Prince
Appearance: His hair is brown at the tips and the top of his head, while the rest is a slightly dark blond, making him look quite cold and calculating when angered or deep in thought. He can pull his hair back and make himself look even more intimidating and militaristic, but he prefers to keep his hair normal when casually around people. He usually wears black and white formal clothes due to his scheduled piano performances. His overshirt is unbuttoned and neatly ironed, him preferring to look pristine and dignified. He wears black gloves which can conduct an offensive electrical discharge for use in hand to hand combat. He pants are medium length and black, while his shoes match the rest of his outfit as well. He has more casual clothes that he wears at home, but people rarely see him with these clothes.
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Rank: Vice Commander In Chief
Personality: "Who are you to judge everyone else, a god? Do you understand the things that have forced others to do things, I think not." Laevis is quite a complex fellow, hiding his true intentions behind a facade and bloodlust. He appears to be an intelligent, eloquent, and composed young man, but he does everything he can to annoy others; from slight gestures; precisely planned words; and many other tactics. He has a slight liking towards a character he has written about in his novels, Hannibal Lector, a genius tactician in an imaginary land where magic doesn't exist very much. He can see the obvious contradictions in morality, religion, and ethics, which he uses to his advantage when trying to annoy someone. He rarely uses profanity, preferring to look innocent, honest, and friendly. He has little trust in humans, knowing that his own thoughts are hypocritical angers him more. He tries to keep his anger and sadness capped tightly under a mask of happiness and general annoyance, which he is quite good at. He enjoys testing the ideals, strength, courage, and skills of people no matter their origins, hoping that at least one person will be his definition of "good". He doesn't believe in what most think of as good or bad, knowing that any action can be justified with the correct words, instead, he believes in his own form of good and bad. He may occasionally kill someone, but he rarely does it on purpose, thinking of death too easy of an escape for someone. He has a great knowledge of the minds of beings and what most responses would be, but he usually studies someone before trying to make any mental attacks. He fears neither death nor torture, having learned how to block out most emotion comes in handy. He has quite a bit of speed, in conjunction with his precision he can be quite a fearsome enemy. He appears to have a strange.. liking towards clowns, bards, and jesters, liking their carefree and happy nature. He can swim, but he prefers staying above water. He doesn't like being a leader, but he still has the capability to be one if needed. He spends some of his free time training in fighting and getting his body stronger, knowing that he will probably not be able to work from the shadows forever. He has a slight lying problem, believing that living is more important than petty things like honor and pride. He, much to his chagrin, has a natural tendency to protect his family. His natural urge to protect his family can sometimes interfere with the many schemes he may have going on. He is a bit bad at making decisions when under pressure, meaning that he may terribly slip up. He uses his alluring and soothing voice to trick many he considers enemies into thinking that he is weak and naive, when in fact, he could probably kill them with a single snap. He will use whatever he has on hand to fight, either his allies as help or his own fists to fight. He has little romantic interest, knowing it to mostly be lust and not true love. He does wish for love, but he knows that he will probably have to choose between love and "saving the world". He seems to enjoy waltzing, playing piano, and romance, but he would never admit his enjoyment of romance to anyone. He plays many musical instruments, but he can play the piano by ear, which he cannot do with other instruments. He gets a bit lightheaded when seeing his blood, but a few words can snap him back to reality quickly. He has a tendency to speak in latin when troubled, but usually he doesn't have to worry about that due to most not knowing Latin. He has a way of making people doubt their beliefs, morals, and overall way of thinking, which can prove useful on the battlefield. He studies history greatly, wishing to learn from past mistakes and not make the same. His strategies may seem flawed, but he carefully plans out things down to the last detail. His notebook is where he keeps his important knowledge upon the many other nations, using said knowledge to aid him in making plans. A few examples of when he is genuine, nice, sincere, and caring are; when he is exhausted emotionally or physically, when he is with his sister; when playing piano; or when near his current love interest. He plans on making himself be an enemy that everyone will try to stop: therefore uniting his allies and enemies with a common goal. He knows that his plan will probably work due to human nature being at its peak when under tragedy. He doesn't plan on dying, but he does have a backup plan in case his inevitable death comes upon him early, which it probably will. He can be a monster and genius when fighting, employing similar tactics as Hannibal and ruthless attacks. He wishes to, "fix the world" as he puts it, yet he knows that his actions will forever be biased.
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Nationality: Metargo
Unit: N/A?
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So begins...

Laevis Metargo's Story

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Character Portrait: Laevis Metargo Character Portrait: Alejandrina Metargo

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The young prince had been drinking coffee calmly, not caring to be bothered. He easily passed off as a citizen, even with his obvious clothing. He had a talent for blending in and staying quite, when needed of course. He decided to later on voice his plans to his family, after they were set in motion of course. He wouldn't want them interfering, since all his work would result in nothing. He had tried looking for alternatives, but all other ways usually ended in war. He couldn't risk the odds. He smiled a bit, thinking of what his father must have been attending. "Sounds boring," This wasn't his true opinion, but something to distract. He honestly thought that politics interested him, but he didn't want to seem intelligent and cunning when speaking, instead he wanted to be seen as a ruthless killer. People would easily see through his noble plan if they knew he was intelligent, which couldn't be risked. He sighed a bit, wondering for a second why he bothered going through such extents. His mind wandered to the subject of his sister, the one who would probably despise him later on. He felt a bit sad that his family would probably hate him for eternity, alongside most of the world. He stood up from his humble table, leaving money on the table. Then he left the room he was in, or whatever it was, his coffee in his hand. He hated the taste of coffee, but he decided to endure it.

He dropped a bit of coffee on his hand and winced, something that would not be seen on the battlefield. He also hated alcoholic drinks, or anything that could distract him from his plans, candy ironically being an exception. He shortly entered the streets and began walking, spotting his mother shortly. He approached her calmly and slightly happily, like a child who has just seen his mother. He was much more calm and honest around his mother, father, and sister, thought not completely honest. "Hello mother, have you heard of any possible conundrums with the diplomacy?" He asked, his anticipation boiling up. He hoped that his father could perhaps make Laevis's plan obsolete.

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Character Portrait: Aaron Lextu Character Portrait: Oriana Aspiral Character Portrait: May Fermana Character Portrait: Laevis Metargo Character Portrait: Benjamin Malachi Character Portrait: Gracchus Ossi Character Portrait: Princess Amaryllis Character Portrait: Pygmalion Faust Character Portrait: Ebele Spirit Character Portrait: Alejandrina Metargo

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Aaron looked towards May with a calm look on his face. He realized he might have overreacted, yet was unwilling to admit it. "I'll look for Alejandrina and Laevis. You escort the King and Princess back to the shuttle."

He walked around town using the information he had on Alejandrina's whereabouts. Finally, he found her and Laevis at the same area. "Your Majesty, Highness, it is time we head back to our shuttle."

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Gracchus grinned some at what Orianna said. It honestly made him laugh a little. She certainly has guts. "Well, that certainly makes things rough for you." He did not know what else to say.

The elf certainly did not want Pygmalion to interrupt the conversation, so he simply told the tall man, "I will keep what you said in mind, Pygmalion."

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Benjamin was still fuming when he heard wings from somewhere behind him. Spotting Clarissa there calmed him down enough that he felt he could strike up another conversation, which could prove a great distraction. "I was wondering where you went off to, yet was sort of busy, at the time. Plus, I thought it'd be rude to just follow you around. If I did, you'd probably think I was a stalker or something." Looking at the weapons, he added, "A Metargo soldier and Mytsicaran Tribal Force member were about to fight each other with these, so I had to confiscate them." Glancing back at Clarrissa, he asked, "So, what is keeping you in town, since the convention is over with?"

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Character Portrait: Aaron Lextu Character Portrait: Laevis Metargo Character Portrait: Saul Metargo Character Portrait: Alejandrina Metargo

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Alejandrina was waiting with baited breath for her husband's next communication when her son appeared. β€œLavis.” She smiled as he approached her. She pulled him into a hug. "Hello mother, have you heard of any possible conundrums with the diplomacy?" He asked and she smiled. β€œ Unfortunately.” She said. β€œ I'm trying to avoid a crisis as we speak, I just hope your father made his point properly.” She said and as if called by her thought she received a message.

"Alejandrina, I did as you suggested, and the Mysticarans are now considering the proposal." He said and Alejandrina let out a breath. β€œGood. That's good.” She said in reply. She smiled at her son. β€œLavis is with me.” She said and pointed the com device toward him so he could be seen. Just then Aaron appeared. She smiled plenty. β€œ Hello, Aaron.” She said gently. Β "Your Majesty, Highness, it is time we head back to our shuttle." He said and she nodded. β€œGood. I would love to get off of my feet.” She said, she had to admit she felt a little nauseous but that was from the baby. So she wasn't worry...too much,

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Character Portrait: Aaron Lextu Character Portrait: Laevis Metargo Character Portrait: Alejandrina Metargo

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Laevis smiled as he was hugged, not wanting to be let go of, but he couldn't stay there for too long. He wasn't embarrassed, but he didn't want to waste too much time. He frowned a bit when she said 'unfortunately', but he was hiding a smirk. His plans would probably go without a hitch, yet he still felt odd about thinking such a thing. He didn't want to put his plan into action, but he couldn't stall for very much longer.

He guessed that his mother was speaking to his father on the device, and he was right. He smiled towards the device, wondering for a second where his sister was. That was a stupid thought, of course his sister would be in the same place as his father, or flirting with someone. The last part was meant to be a joke, but Laevis didn't know the seriousness of what he just thought.

Laevis smiled calmly towards Aaron, trying his best to not reveal the planning persona that was under Laevis's outward appearance. He guessed that his mother already knew of his plans, but he also knew that she probably would have done something about those plans. He smiled when his mother mentioned getting off of her feet. He also wanted to leave, since nothing interesting was happening. He could have at least watched a dispute between two nations and studied those who would fight. He found it pitiful that people would fight over something as simple as nationality, but he decided that his plan would change most of the world, either that or he would die trying to change the world. He shuddered at the idea of death, but decided to accept it as a possibility. "Lead the way, Aaron." His voice radiated no malice, but it would probably still be found irritating. He just had a talent for making people be annoyed.

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Character Portrait: Zechariah Malachi Character Portrait: Aaron Lextu Character Portrait: May Fermana Character Portrait: Laevis Metargo Character Portrait: Benjamin Malachi Character Portrait: Clarissa Montey Character Portrait: Sandra Lionel Character Portrait: Princess Amaryllis Character Portrait: Saul Metargo Character Portrait: Alejandrina Metargo Character Portrait: Alless Marnez

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Aaron and Kyle managed to get the Queen and Crown Prince to the shuttle without any trouble. Aaron glanced over at May and nodded before motioning for Kyle to wait outside for everyone else that was supposed to be in the shuttle. With all the royals inside, Aaron sat next to May in the shuttle and waited. There was not much he thought he could talk about.

Meanwhile, Saul looked up to see Alejandrina. "Was everything all right, darling, other than a certain something about the conference I told you about which could have posed a problem?" Looking towards Laevis, he added, "And Laevis, how did you enjoy Justicra?"

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Benjamin heard what Clarissa asked, and finally made up his mind with some reluctance. "Yep, I do." Realizing he probably would not see her for a long time, he handed her a communications device and explained how to use it. "I'll keep in touch through that, okay?" Giving a smile, he ran off.

He knew from the radar that Zechariah was next to the building on the east side, so he went to the one on the western side. His squad and another from the Brown Wing Team accompanied him, soon after. Together, they went inside, storming through the first floor. It was not easy, though: sparks and flames flew every which way but loose. Only one kind of military would constantly apply such a style of combat. Mysticarans...

"Activate energy absorbers and follow me upstairs! Keep your eyes open for more spellcastors!"

With the first floor of perpetrators from Mysticara unconscious, Benjamin and the troops with him began their way upstairs. Heavy resistance was met, the spells getting tougher and tougher for the energy absorbers to handle. He could only hope it would be enough.

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Zechariah picked up the military commlink and said, "I'll be outside the door waiting for you, Sandra."

The Eagle of Mercy recognized the Admiral from the Battle of Southeastern Fertaninn during the previous war. He was grateful for her assistance during the battle, plus he could relate when it came to hating the parts were people killed each other. Of course, this was no time for small chatter with a friend.

One of the three squads from the Brown Wing Team arrived shortly before the armored car did. The Brown Wing Team squad with him was leaned up against the wall, ready for orders. Their weapons were set to stun, as instructed. Zechariah waited until Sandra and the officers were at the door with them before nodding and opening, going in first.

A laser blast hit him barely on the shoulder, knocking him down. He immediately got up and aimed his pistols at the shooters, knocking him unconscious. From there the gunfight began. The squad under his command stormed inside and began evading shots right and left, like Zecahriah began doing once he had his guard up to maximum. These guys are deadly. And those uniforms, they are definitely Metargo. Why would their King or Prime Minister order such a bold move, though?

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Character Portrait: Aaron Lextu Character Portrait: May Fermana Character Portrait: Laevis Metargo Character Portrait: Benjamin Malachi Character Portrait: Clarissa Montey Character Portrait: Princess Amaryllis Character Portrait: Saul Metargo Character Portrait: Alejandrina Metargo

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May nodded respectfully to the Queen and the Prince as they approached the shuttle with Aaron and was that Kyle? She couldn't help but to smile a little to herself when she saw Kyle. He was such a goof-ball in her opinion and it was a wonder how he was still a part of this team. Shaking her head once she watched as the last bit of the royal family stepped into the shuttle and soon enough she slipped into the shuttle with Aaron.

Sitting down next to him, she glanced over at him with a curious expression on her face. "So," She began, "Where did you find Kyle at?" She asked in an attempt to get him to even say something to her. She didn't want this just to be some kind of either awkward situation or boring situation where they both just sat there listening to the royal family talk amongst themselves. If it came down to that then she would just sit there if she really had to.




Clarissa sighed softly when he responded that he did in fact have something that was important that he needed to do. For some reason she was slightly disappointed that he couldn't stay longer so that they could talk. Some what she was half tempted to go find out what was going on but decided that she should just leave these humans and spell casters to their own business. It was none of her business what happened here so she might as well stay out of it.

The snowy white haired angel looked at Benjamin as he handed her a communication device and then explained how to use it. What in the world? She thought as she inspected the communication device. A soft snort escaped her lips, oh this was interesting. To people they would think that she was weird because she has only seen these things like once or twice but has only used one... well actually she couldn't remember the last time she has ever used one of these communication devices. "I'll keep in touch through that, okay?" He had given her a smile then just like that he ran off. Nodding in his direction she quickly returned her eyes to the communication device.

It was as though the entire time he had been talking about how to use the stupid device she had suddenly just tuned out. She was so lost on how to use the device that when she randomly started pressing buttons it made a loud beeping noise which startled her. "What the-" She sputtered, inspecting the device further. Finally after a while of just looking at the device all the information she really needed to know came back to her. A soft giggle escaped her lips, oh gosh she really was a piece of work some times. She searched for a spot to put the device but nothing came to mind so she just held it in her hands and started walking around without really knowing where on earth she was even going.

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Character Portrait: Aaron Lextu Character Portrait: May Fermana Character Portrait: Laevis Metargo Character Portrait: Princess Amaryllis Character Portrait: Saul Metargo Character Portrait: Alejandrina Metargo

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Amary looked at her family with a kind smile and greeted them with her typical tone of warmness. "Hello Mother, Laevis." She looked around the shuttle with a bored look in her eye as she silently wished she was back in town even with all the dramas she was likely to find there should she be in such an area.

Amary twisted a band off her wrist and hauled her mass of long black hair up onto her head twirling it into a messy but regal bun near to the side of her head, little strands of shimmering black hair escaping more often then not. She was far from pleased with her attempt but she had never been good at the girly things like hair and make-up or even putting an outfit together could come off as a challenge for her but at least she had common sense on her side most of the time.

Wondering how there day had been and if it had been as pleasant as hers she waited patiently for their reply after her Father asked them such a question not bothering to ask it for herself after all- no one likes an echo. Bright eyed but bored Amaryllis listened to the ongoing conversation only commenting or opening her mouth when necessary as to save her the embarrassment of saying something stupid or earning a disappointed look when she said something that went unapproved.

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Character Portrait: Zechariah Malachi Character Portrait: Aaron Lextu Character Portrait: Oriana Aspiral Character Portrait: May Fermana Character Portrait: Laevis Metargo Character Portrait: Benjamin Malachi Character Portrait: Gracchus Ossi Character Portrait: Sandra Lionel Character Portrait: Princess Amaryllis Character Portrait: Saul Metargo Character Portrait: Alejandrina Metargo Character Portrait: Kyle Scipio

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Aaron glanced over May's direction once he heard the question concerning Kyle. He was not angry, yet he was not glad, either. For some reason, his emotions were sort of neutral, except for something that could not be explained which he kept hidden. either way, Aaron figured he might as well explain where he spotted Kyle, this time. "I was escorting the Queen and Crown Prince when I saw him at a table, vodka in hand, flirting with some local ditz. Very typical of him to react impulsively around women. It's a wonder his brain functions enough for combat."

Kyle huffed while shouting through the door, "I can hear you in there, Aaron!"

Aaron gave a glare while remarking with, "Hush! Just stay on task!"

Kyle was not even going to bother continuing the discussion. It was not appropriate, would not solve a thing, and would only give something else for Aaron to use in his rants towards him. Kyle did not quite have much in the way of expertise on etiquette, yet he knew when to quit talking during conversations where nothing could be achieved, at least most of the time.

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Gracchus took in every detail and word that was said about each site. It all seemed exciting to him. The moment Oriana pointed out the museum was the moment his interest was peaked to the max. Of course, he realized everyone must have been tired, so he said, "I think we better rest before going in." His ears suddenly caught the sounds of vehicles hovering. He was mostly clueless about foreign technology, yet he knew what military-grade hovercraft sounded like. He immediately looked skyward to see armored vehicles everywhere. There had to have been some sort of emergency, that much was clear. "I wonder what all the commotion is that is causing your country's military to behave this way?"

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The operation under Benjamin made progress, but not without the energy absorption shields coming close to burning out. Each wave got more difficult by the level. At last, after stiff opposition and difficult traps, he and the two squads with him got to the hallway which the door to their destination was. However, lightning began flying in the room from random locations, which came close to burning out all the absorption shields. Fortunately, nobody was mortally wounded.Only one Mysticaran soldier was there to confront them, that time. Because of running out of ammunition, however, the battle had to continue in melee. Sorry, Zech, but I don't see how I can avoid a fight to the death, at this point. Those were Benjamin's thoughts before he pulled out his military knife and charged towards this last opponent in the building.

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Zechariah and the soldiers with him had some difficulty finding cover as they advanced up the building. One of them even went up with Sandra to assist with securing the roof and managed to throw a stun grenade down the stairs to clear the way. Eventaully, Zechariah managed to get the third floor, where the most resistance was met.

Meanwhile, the person that went up with Sandra and the four security officers stood beside the Admiral and asked, "Are you alright?"

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Character Portrait: Aaron Lextu Character Portrait: May Fermana Character Portrait: Laevis Metargo Character Portrait: Benjamin Malachi Character Portrait: Clarissa Montey Character Portrait: Princess Amaryllis Character Portrait: Saul Metargo Character Portrait: Alejandrina Metargo Character Portrait: Kyle Scipio

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May rolled her eyes as he told her how he find Kyle and what he was doing at the time. To be honest she thought Aaron was being a little rude towards Kyle, just because Kyle isn't the best at staying on task doesn't mean he can't function correctly. Part of her felt bad for Kyle while the other part could just really care less what he did. Gently putting a hand on Aaron's arm she sighed softly. "You know you could be a little nicer to him." She said softly. "Just because he doesn't act perfectly like a solider doesn't mean you have to be so mean about it Aaron. Also you shouldn't wonder how his brain functions enough for combat, compared to you if you had vodka in your system I am sure he works very well. If he wasn't good at what he does would he still be here, sir? Give him some credit." She told him in a hushed tone, shrugging then turning away from him in her seat. She knew that she probably made Aaron frustrated or angry with her, but she didn't care. Unlike other people who would be afraid by Aaron's rage she usually was just the one to shrug it off.




Clarissa slowly walked around, wondering where in the world she was walking. She stopped, talking to some random person, and asking them where she could go for a bite to eat. Usually she didn't eat very much, but while she was waiting for Benjamin to send her something on this little communication device. A device that she had no idea how to use and would probably just end up breaking some time because she messed up when using it. That was the only she was worried about was that she would accidentally break this communication device thing.

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Character Portrait: Aaron Lextu Character Portrait: May Fermana Character Portrait: Laevis Metargo Character Portrait: Benjamin Malachi Character Portrait: Clarissa Montey Character Portrait: Princess Amaryllis Character Portrait: Saul Metargo Character Portrait: Alejandrina Metargo Character Portrait: Kyle Scipio

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Aaron would normally say something, and rather angrily, at that. However, something about May kept his mouth shut, yet he could not place a finger around what. He shrugged as a reply before glancing in her direction for a brief moment and turned his attention to the wall in front of him so not to stare. His emotionless face was rather unusual for him after having been in a conversation that ended up being one of remarks before he was corrected. Members of Lion Team started whispering amongst themselves as to what could be the matter.

Kyle, on the other hand, silently chuckled. He has seen Aaron at bars and other places enough times to know what was going on. Under normal circumstances, due to anger built up in him, initially at the meltdown in their hometown, he would have shouted, by that point. However, that would easily be averted whenever Aaron was around someone he had a particular liking to. Of course, Aaron would always be slow to admit it, even to himself.

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Benjamin knew Zechariah would be plenty angry if he were to let the Mysticaran officer he defeated die to excessive bleeding from losing the hand which held the sword. That being the only reason, aside from the fact the man was needed for an interrogation, the older of the Malachi brothers tended to the injury and stopped the bleeding by using a med kit. He remembered he gave Clarissa a comm device to communicate with and began calling her.

Once he knew the two were connected, Benjamin smiled (there was a camera installed to have people connected displayed in holograms) prior to saying, "Sorry for the abrupt leave. Some Mysticaran idiots thought they could get away with violating our neutrality when they kidnapped some of Benjlakk's citizens for knowledge on military-grade things. I'll bet Zechariah is handling Metargo soldiers in that other building we received a distress call from. Knowing Zech, he's not going to be slicing off anyone's hands, preferring fist and foot should he run out of ammo."