originally posted in:The New Dojo
"How did an operator get permission for off bunker acsess..." She mutters to herself as she waits for the flight unit to touchdown.
She takes a moment to dislodge a machine head from her spear and begins trekking her way out to the landing site. On her way she takes a quick glance at what data she could manage to dig up.
"Tatakai. Hmmm, probably saying it wrong..."
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Edited by Orn: 4/13/2017 1:44:05 AM[i]An audible sigh came from 17O's side of the comms.[/i] "Because command believed that it would be an excellent idea for an Operator to visit the planet as well, and serve as a back-up in case you and 21S...well, failed. And since 21S is bound to die, w-well...I suppose I could take his place, least momentarily. As for the planet - yes, you pronounced it correctly. Home to The Dojo, a place of combat for any and all fighters. The archives are...actually quite interesting. I'll send it to you." [i]Information flooded 13B's mind - past events, current events, factions...everything that 17O could pull up.[/i] [i]The Operator's pod crashed down some distance away from the Unit's location. Seemed like a trek.[/i]
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"Hmm, very well" 13 Continued on her way out to the landing. She had been keeping an eye out on her surroundings in case she missed any machines in her wake though at the moment it seemed clear. "It seems this place has a large quantity of combat capable individuals. The commander was right when she said this will be a long term mission. Observing hundreds of different techniques to improve our odds at finding an end to the war. We'll continue observing them once we meet up and gain acsess."
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"Agreed. I figured that it would take weeks, months...even a year or possibly longer for us to discover everything here. Still an enticing experience - studying combat, hoping to... I'm getting off-task," [i]17O murmured, going silent.[/i] [i]Eventually, the combat Unit could see the approaching Operator in the distance, and so could said Operator: she began to jog towards 13B, short, curly blonde hair sweeping over her blue eyes and pale face due to her movements. 17O was clad in a black skintight suit, the type Operators would wear, while a deep violet Pod trailed behind her. A standard-issue YoRHa katana was at her waist, accompanied by a dagger.[/i] "...Hey," [i]17O stopped, standing in front of 13B and almost feeling overshadowed.[/i] "So...best we get going, then?"
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"Yes. And 17, be careful" While it sounded like an order there was a slight hint of concern in her voice even if she wouldn't admit it. They began making their way to the dojo to begin operation, relying on the Intel they had to make their way. [spoiler]end?[/spoiler]
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"...Affirmative." [i]17O didn't pay attention to the Unit's concerned tone, although she appreciated the warning still.[/i] ((Sure))