Generic_Generica
Notice me Senpai~
- Location
- Right behind you
OOC: Aight, @Simpli I thought I posted this already.
I haven't posted this already. And it's incredibly short so like, i don't know why I haven't posted this yet.
Imma post this now. Apologies for the delay.
Part of me's idly noting that this really isn't answer my question, like holy shit what happened to the other people why're there new people. I briefly consider opening my mouth to reply but then I decide against it.
Because like.
God.
I needed a drink. Not that shitty rocket fuel those guys down in the other sections of the cave're brewing, some decent alcohol. Ugh.
Fuckin' slavers. And ROB shenanigans and shit.
Now see, intellectually I wanted to go "Fuck you, I do what I want, fuck these slavers, fuck everybody, because fuck. Slavery."
But.
Yeah, overreaction's not a good fucking thing. Fuck. Fuuuuu-
"Alright, lemme pencil that in." I grumble. Wouldn't do to take out my anger on my colleagues. That's just an assholish move to do. Fuck. Logic dictates that scouting'd be better. Get fewer boys and girls killed.
But dammit I hated slavery. If we didn't end up hitting this train I was going to walk into the cell commander's office.
Then I was going to scream at him until my lungs gave out or his ear drums did.
One or the other.
Okay maybe I wouldn't do that but I'd be unhappy damn it all.
I haven't posted this already. And it's incredibly short so like, i don't know why I haven't posted this yet.
Imma post this now. Apologies for the delay.
"Ahhh, Mr Spencers – hobby philosopher are you? All the important questions of life: who are we, where are we coming from and where are we going~. Things seem to take a particular direction when beings of higher power take it upon themselves to change our lives completely from the inside out. Declining their call is most often not the wisest – or most interesting option and if you want me to get some training gear, a few of my squaddies are most likely quite happy to play paint ball against their superiors."
Part of me's idly noting that this really isn't answer my question, like holy shit what happened to the other people why're there new people. I briefly consider opening my mouth to reply but then I decide against it.
Because like.
God.
I needed a drink. Not that shitty rocket fuel those guys down in the other sections of the cave're brewing, some decent alcohol. Ugh.
Fuckin' slavers. And ROB shenanigans and shit.
The words were more or less the only warning the spymaster had as Sarah leaned over his shoulder, smirking lightly as she watched him hit the table, quickly taking a step backwards to evade getting hit by his shoulder as he jumped up from his chair and merely quirking a curious eyebrow as the wood decided that it wasn't worth bothering to stand. As the table collapsed before them in a heap of old wood and a flutter of reports and papers, she crossed her arms and followed her colleague to his computer, waiting patiently as the furry of the moment helped to write down the orders of the next month. With a slight tilt of her head she tapped against his shoulder again and coughed politely:
"Mr. Spencer, if I may note that I do have some small…thoughts to your plan in my role as GLA Operation officer. Aside from military operations generally falling into my portfolio.", pulling out a small slip of paper that read as a bit of brainstorming on their procurement specialists part, she tapped against his ideas for cover operations: "You are both attempting similar operations, even if his are more narrowed down on their income sources. I would recommend cutting down one of them and instead set one Crow on the Slave Train to find out its route and the escort that is being send with it. If we are truly talking of hundreds of slaves here, this is going to be one of their major investments and we might have to expect heavy resistance – I would prefer for you to actually gather intelligence on them first, instead of sending our troops in blindly. I can understand your reaction and I too would love nothing more than to run in gun blazing to safe the kids…but we should be clever about it. Furthermore – maybe have Eugen look into preparing us for the mass of children that could pour in should we attack the train successfully. After all we can hardly cram them all into our tunnel system, no to forget that we need to feed and clothe them, maybe even medical attention. We can't keep all of them either I fear and will have to part those that had been sold from those that were kidnapped – it's quite a lot of work that is coming towards us in either case."
Now see, intellectually I wanted to go "Fuck you, I do what I want, fuck these slavers, fuck everybody, because fuck. Slavery."
But.
Yeah, overreaction's not a good fucking thing. Fuck. Fuuuuu-
"Alright, lemme pencil that in." I grumble. Wouldn't do to take out my anger on my colleagues. That's just an assholish move to do. Fuck. Logic dictates that scouting'd be better. Get fewer boys and girls killed.
But dammit I hated slavery. If we didn't end up hitting this train I was going to walk into the cell commander's office.
Then I was going to scream at him until my lungs gave out or his ear drums did.
One or the other.
Okay maybe I wouldn't do that but I'd be unhappy damn it all.