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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/28/2018 3:46:24 PM
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"I hope so!" [i]She responded, nodding her head towards Sidewinder. Isabella thought of him as something of a leader of the operation, or at least the one whom lead this detachment into the Dojo's grounds. The rest of the cavalry force remained behind, with units kept on the rooftops of buildings and within specific buildings themselves. Though they didn't seem to want the imposing look, nor to start a battle, they took precautions nonetheless.[/i]
"Did the Rubi's give you guys some trouble? Thought I heard some chatter, nothing much though. My apologies!" [i]"Rubi's" likely referred to Rubicon, and their initial response to Sidewinder's arrival. Isabella figured that anyone who drove right into town was either friendly for a time, or setting up something, so she assumed both and went to playing nice. For the time.[/i]
"Isabella Trayven. Commanding officer of the Trayven forces here, nothing much. We gonna have some big dinner and negotiate or whatever? Or are we making things quick, here 'n now? Personally, I'm fine with either."
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“Well sweetheart, I ain’t no national defender no more, but I can tell ya that with Rubicon and us stickin’ around, you might wanna take a look at what I have to offer. You know the last time anyone rode horses into battle was the damn Second World War? You might wanna look at an upgrade!” [i]Friendly enough, but something about him screamed shifty. He was a mercenary. He was also advertising for goods. Business was what this was. Pure business.[/i] “Yeah, your big roided-up supersoldiers tryin’ to look all tough. All the Rubis like that?” [i]He asked, remaining up on the gun of his command vehicle.[/i]
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"Most of them are, yeah. They're better under the sheets and pulling triggers than negotiating, though I'm usually no different than 'em." [i]Usually. Isabella could try playing that terrible game of lies and politics - she hated it, truly, swinging a sword was simpler - but she knew Rubicon to be more.. blunt, than the Trayvens, about their law and order.[/i] "We've got tech too, courtesy of Rubicon and some dumbasses in Khalosh - the horses are just for show, though a cavalry's still hella cool, effective when we're not fighting modernized assholes. Still, I like the sound of upgrades."
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“Don’t gotta worry about your tank getting scared in a fight.” [i]He said with a chuckle.[/i] “Gotta say these halftrack rebuilds ain’t bad either.” [i]Damn, he thought, he should’ve been a used car salesman.[/i]
