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You pause as the hills sheltering the main rebel base comes into sight, shifting the weight of satchel slung over your shoulder. Still miles out, your enhanced Cradler eyes are able to discern the vague smoke from pair of cookfires, the faint smell of the collective sweat of a dozen different species and the muffled noise of scores of voices raised in song, laughter or argument. Yeah, it’s only a matter of time before your kin in the Cradler Auxiliaries find this place. And then, sooner or later, when the Company starts bugging out en masse and the rebels realise they’ve been played, it’s going to be <span class="mu-i">‘us’</span> or it’s going to be <span class="mu-i">‘them’.</span> And that’s when shit will <span class="mu-i">really</span> hit the fan.
Your people had to get out of here alright. But as to what ‘your people’ has come to mean…
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>Eight months of training together, fighting together, eating together, sleeping together, laughing together. You’re not made of stone. Them watching your back and you watching theirs, standing together against what feels like the whole damn Savis Empire. You haven’t begun to believe in the rebel cause or anything as stupidly naïve as that, not really. But for the first time you’ve found yourself wondering what fighting for -a- cause would feel like. Something to believe in beyond the next cred after a firefight. [Firebrand]
>It’s a bloody short bloody list, starting first and foremost with your Vinehound squad and the rest of the 77th Platoon. You don’t care for the vast majority of the rebels, and even less for their cause. But there are a few, a very few, that you have come to both trust and like. It’s not to now essentially consider them ‘your people’. When the time comes, you’ll try to do right by them. Or at least not stab them in the back on your way out. You owe them that much. [Daredevil]
> You knew exactly what this was when your people started this little operation, how it was ultimately going to end. You murdered a rebel in cold blood on the Lieutenant’s orders at the start of this. Little has changed since. ‘Your people’ means Company people and not a soul more. You may have trained these rebels, fought alongside them, but they aren’t ‘your people’. Despite the shared hardships you’ve kept a wall up. You owe them nothing, you never did. You will drop them like warm scud when the moment comes. [Xenophobic]
