>>5194492>>5194132>>5194107Looking through the wares on display you end up becoming enamoured with a few items. Probably against your better judgement you bought a dark leather shoulder holster. It was especially stylish, along with it you also bought a snug ankle sheath and a compact monofilament-blade that even when paired with high boots would still sit comfortably inside. Reliable and old. The discreet handle was well worn from use. Nothing fancy. Eyeing some of the aged weapons you spotted a few Pre-fall revolvers and even some supposedly authentic and ancient swords. Your will falters and crumbles and with very little reasoning besides pure unadulterated consumerism. You purchase an Eskarrian cavalry Sabre. It would probably fit into your core but you were unsure how useful it would be on the battlefield. However you thought it would make you look exceptionally sophisticated. It was supposedly a few hundred years old, but you found the claim highly questionable.
With everyone satisfied you all decide to head back to base. Hands heavy with purchases, your little band discusses the next stage of the plan on the tram ride home. As the bar came up you propose the idea of inviting a few others to tag alone, Grisha and maybe the girls from Alpha are the most likely suspects. Everyone agrees even if Haruki is a little hesitant. Dimitri contacts Grisha through the local networks and after a brief talk sets up a time for the late afternoon to converge. The world glows beautifully beneath the midday sun, feeling better laughing and joking with the gang, even Haruki was relaxing. You felt light, caught up in the joyous moments. You grab a quick lunch in the under-tram station, a dusky skinned man was selling floury wraps stuffed with meat and oddly enough fruits in a spicy sauce. It was a little complex for your palette but you enjoyed the unique meal.
All of the moments built up into a rebuke of the dark slithering things within your mind. Keeping them at bay. As the afternoon began you arrived on the Phobos unit's personnel floor and each member of your team hastily dropped off their loot and rendezvous. Ready to get back out into the world. It felt like second nature and yet only just over a week ago you were within the hole, life nothing but schedule and training. Simple and pure. The Eskarrian Imperial War Museum was not quite as fancy as the Shopping center you had visited, the tram rides right into the gothic architecture.
