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<span class="mu-i">“Boss.”</span> Sapper Convict nods as you reach them, offering you a seat on jutting root. Although normally gruff, he sure hasn’t forgotten that he owes you his life from your first mission together.
<span class="mu-i">“What’s been happening, boys?”</span> You grin at Convict and Trooper Husk, the latter still scanning the edge of the treeline through his magnoculars.
<span class="mu-i">“<span class="mu-s">Hssk.</span> You missed it. <span class="mu-s"> Hssk.</span> The Legions surrendered.<span class="mu-s">Hssk.</span> Big heroes we are. <span class="mu-s">Hssk.</span> Now we all go home. <span class="mu-s">Hssk.</span>”</span>
<span class="mu-i">“Morale is high, I see.”</span> You raise an eyebrow at your subordinate, or rather at his chemask tucked under the magnoculars. <span class="mu-i">“And how did we achieve this stunning victory?”</span>
<span class="mu-i">“<span class="mu-s">Hssk.</span> I offer them <span class="mu-s">Hssk</span> your cooking. <span class="mu-s">Hssk.</span>”</span>
<span class="mu-i">“…”</span>
<span class="mu-i"> “…”</span>
<span class="mu-i">“…You fucker.”</span> Convict snorts at your sullen riposte.
Crane whistles, signalling you all to pay attention. <span class="mu-i"> “Eyes up.”</span>
You all settle down as the all clear on the new arrivals is given and the long-range patrol emerges from the undergrowth into the camp proper. Your nose twitches, picking up a strange new scent that is elusive at first but then becomes overpowering enough that you think even an ordinary human could smell it. Is that fucking <span class="mu-i">cologne?</span>
<span class="mu-i">“You’ve got to be <span class="mu-s">Hssk</span> fucking kidding me.”</span> Trooper Husk shakes his head.
<span class="mu-i">“Not this fucking guy…”</span> Your demolition expert grimaces, although to be fair even his smiles could be classed as a grimace.
You recognise that self-satisfied bravado walk long before you turn and see the Krieger helm on one of the incoming arrival removed to reveal the golden locks of one of your former subordinates.
<span class="mu-i">“Hey hey, ladies. Did ya miss me?”</span>
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