>>5164704"Ok then, Who is that man, what's his role in the military? He looked like a businessman to me." Yuliya laughed and spoke first "Gorgi? That little shite. He is an interior ministry liaison. Don't trust a word that comes out his swarmy rat mouth." The elder Yuga said nothing clearly content to let her pilot talk, you assume she agrees with the opinion. You sip from your mug as the door to your room opens.
The familiar face of Dr. Yumigawa appearing, her eyes light up when she notices your condition. "Well, I can't say I expected you to have any visitors. You are full of nothing but surprises Morty. Mistress Yuga, Yuli it's good to see you both. I just wish it could have been under better circumstances." She carried a large envelope to her chest. "Me too, but we have business to attend too, before Gorgi gets himself into any trouble." The Old woman gave you a careful smile before standing. "We'll reminisce another time Haru. Until then." The duo left. Leaving you with the foreign woman. Haru spent her time checking you responses, excitedly she hummed. Insisting you relax and rest while she took readings and measurements. Her tools and testers cool on your skin, it wasn't long before she rushed out insisting you rest. You didn't need to be told twice sleep stealing you.
The World is busy dying.
<span class="mu-r">She</span> is dead. The land is ivory and the wind is molten light. Streaks slashing like horizontal rain, sizzling against the snow. You keep up the march, traversing the pale void the best you could. You felt them, their hate and madness. Like a foul stench it led you towards them. The sky howls as something massive cleaves through the air above your unit, resounding out against the storm. A blinding white light blinks into life in the distance. The night turned to day for a breath. Then your Umbral Core filtered the light, shading you from the worst. The shockwave knocking you back for only a moment. A voice broke the LO comm.
<span class="mu-r">"Fool, have you come all this way to die?"</span> A voice hisses before clouding the line with a Wretch's cackle.
<span class="mu-r">"Don't worry Half Soul, we'll send you to your whore!"</span> The Brute knew how to feed the fire that burns inside you. You sink into the blaze, feeling it consumed you. Fueling you, driving you on, they were splitting up. Fleeing you and the end you brought for them.
>What do you do, Halfsoul?>What do you say? Write in. >Chase the Wretch?>Chase the Brute?<span class="mu-s">Unit Name:</span> <span class="mu-i">The Waking Nightmare</span>
<span class="mu-s">Unit Class/Type:</span> <span class="mu-i">Emperor/Rapier</span>
<span class="mu-s">Unit Pilot:</span> <span class="mu-i">The Half Soul</span>
<span class="mu-s">Exterior A.Plating:</span> <span class="mu-i">300/147</span>
<span class="mu-s">Interior N.Cluster:</span> <span class="mu-i">200/165</span>
