that the enemy will focus on stealth attacks and presence concealment. But we don't really have a great counter to that anyways, so that should be an exceptable risk.
Tbh, with how Nima's Force Sense has been described, I think Nima herself might be a counter to the stealth approach. She has consistently been shown to be very good at sensing others, it was even noted it that it was unusual that she could not sense Wessen's presence.
[X] Lark is a comms expert. Could they use the headphones and jam the other team and try to spread out slightly to take advantage of the enemy fighting blind? It would risk being defeated one by one, or in small groups, but it's an advantage they theoretically have.
-[X] Focus on shock and awe tactics. Capitalize on the enemy team's disorientation by freely using flash grenades and suppressive fire.
Tbh, with how Nima's Force Sense has been described, I think Nima herself might be a counter to the stealth approach. She has consistently been shown to be very good at sensing others, it was even noted it that it was unusual that she could not sense Wessen's presence.
To be fair, we don't know who's on the other team. Could be the stealthiest Jedi who ever Jedi'd.
Still, find the whole line in the base vote kinda iffy, as it's ceding the advantage of disorienting our enemy for trying to use hit and run against them. Divide and conquer would be a better use of that advantage.
So yeah guys, we should vote for a plan. Or at least try to capitalize on any disorientation we cause instead of ceding it by splitting up into smaller groups like the base vote says.
Anyways, here's the vote count.
Adhoc vote count started by ImmortalsBlade on May 8, 2018 at 11:39 PM, finished with 1559 posts and 14 votes.
[X] Send someone ahead to scout in the room and then return. Nobody says that they all have to enter at the same time, and with the headphones this might help determine the best approach… or it might cede the advantage of positioning to the enemy.
[X] Lark is a comms expert. Could they use the headphones and jam the other team and try to spread out slightly to take advantage of the enemy fighting blind? It would risk being defeated one by one, or in small groups, but it's an advantage they theoretically have.
[X] Plan Just like the simulations. -[X] Lark is a comms expert. Could they use the headphones and jam the other team? Focus on shock and awe tactics. Capitalize on the enemy team's disorientation by freely using flash grenades and suppressive fire. --[X] Squad should move methodically. Close, but not close enough to all be flashed. All angles covered while moving, rooms should be checked before entering. Again, liberal use of flashes and/or suppressive fire.
[X] Lark is a comms expert. Could they use the headphones and jam the other team and try to spread out slightly to take advantage of the enemy fighting blind? It would risk being defeated one by one, or in small groups, but it's an advantage they theoretically have.
-[X] Focus on shock and awe tactics. Capitalize on the enemy team's disorientation by freely using flash grenades and suppressive fire.
[] Plan Just like the simulations.
-[] Lark is a comms expert. Could they use the headphones and jam the other team? Focus on shock and awe tactics. Capitalize on the enemy team's disorientation by freely using flash grenades and suppressive fire.
--[] Squad should move methodically. Close, but not close enough to all be flashed. All angles covered while moving, rooms should be checked before entering. Again, liberal use of flashes and/or suppressive fire.
"We should jam their communications," Nima said, quietly. "If we can also communicate with each other, all the better. If they go in thinking they're going to be able to spread out and use comms to…"
She trailed off, to look directly at Lark. He was the one who was going to be doing it, so the question of whether they could actually manage that was to him.
They'd said that good commanders relied on the experts in the field, didn't they?
"We could. With the gear we have, jamming all communication but ours means someone can eventually get past it, because we'll be broadcasting on a single set of… let's call them frequencies. With enough time," Lark said, his voice crisp and cool, "they could by random chance stumble onto the same frequency. If we were out in the field, I'd suggest an alternator pattern. All but one frequency blocked, and that frequency shifting every dozen seconds. But that'd take equipment we don't have. But I think I can do that. Then what?"
Nima hadn't thought that far ahead. She didn't know what sort of tactics… should she go and scout ahead? Or would that place them in danger, even with an advantage in communications? She wasn't certain, and she didn't like that, but her thoughts could only move so fast.
<We shouldn't split up,> Yarua said.
"Even though we have a comms advantage?" Aydan asked. "I… guess I can see that. We should mostly hang together but maybe some room for one of these to not get us?" Aydan was picking up a lot of the grenades, and Elevens walked over and started picking out equipment himself.
Lark was watching, and he had this satisfied air to him.
"I suppose that makes sense," Nima said. "And there's… squad tactics? We have a communications advantage, so then we suppress the enemy? With grenades, since bolts are easy to--"
"Grenades aren't that hard to throw back, either," Elevens said, frowning. "I could find a way to shorten the timers, but then…"
"Ah, well. At least do that for a few if you can?" Aydan asked, shaking his head and handing some of the grenades over to Elevens. "After all, we're Jedi. We have good reflexes, when we lean into the Force. Right?"
"Yes," Lark said. "Though I've also seen Jedi trip over their own feet, so don't take it for granted." He waved a hand. "We don't have that long, and we need to get going."
He was rushing them, Nima realized, as she grabbed a sidearm, a few grenades, and a med-kit. There wasn't that much else she needed, when it came down to it. She was a Jedi, and most of the weapons she wasn't much good at. She wasn't much good at using a blaster either, but with the holster in place she could at least use it if she was disarmed. Plus, apparently at least some people are able to use a blaster as a makeshift grenade?
So it could be spare parts for something like that.
Yarua roars a suggestion, <We shouldn't rush in. There might be traps.>
"Well, yeah," Aydan said, dismissively, his voice almost harsh. "Of course they'll be. Scout's in the class, right? And if we're put up against her, then she's going to do her normal useless--"
Lark cleared his throat. "I count Scout as something of a friend, and I'm one of the people you're going to have to rely on." He said it so bluntly that Nima blinked, expecting some sort of joke. "If you keep this up I'll haunt you with pranks for the rest of your days. I can do it, you know."
"He can," Elevens said, with a little bit of a shudder. Nima found herself smiling as Aydan mumbled something apologetic.
So, Aydan was still not the best person. At all. So that was nice to learn. Sometimes people became a little bit better without…
<We need to get going.>
"Something about going?" Lark asked, tilting his head. "If so, then yes. Let's finish getting ready and then go."
They loaded themselves down with gear. Perhaps there was value in traveling light, but Nima knew that there wasn't much advantage to that.
They walked through the halls in a clump, circling around, room to room, as Lark fiddled with a set of devices. Wires protruded, lights flashed, and Nima knew far too little to know whether things were going well or poorly.
Aydan didn't know either, and Yarua was hard to read. Wookies usually were, at least without the Force, and right now her focus was entirely on trying to understand what she should do. She knew the stakes were low, but her whole body was tense, as if something was about to happen.
She hadn't trained enough: if she'd known this was coming she would have trained more with Cin Drallig, she would have found time for his stern, helpful advice, because it would have helped. Two lightsabers was actually a big asset for this sort of fight. Two on one was never good odds, but...
She was so lost in her thoughts that she almost didn't see it coming. There was this whiff of amusement coming from Lark. It was just emotions in the Force, but it had a sort of… smell to it? She didn't know how to describe it. It was all metaphor and her brain trying to make sense of the certainty that he had something planned. A prank.
They talked strategy, but Nima wasn't even really listening, just watching Lark. They finally stopped in front of a door that was marked green. "You can't go through any of the doors marked red. We've had to rearrange this area enough," Lark said. "I think I have the jamming almost figured out, and then we need to go in. After all, there's so many teams and not enough time."
Yarua let out a groan.
"There's… what? I thought you said team?" Aydan asked, sounding baffled.
"Oops, I misspoke," Lark said. "I guess we'll just have to wing it. There's actually multiple teams at once, and not all of them have five people."
Aydan's betrayal was almost comical, while Nima was struggling to keep up. She took a breath, "So this is part of the test?"
"Yeah. I'm pretty sure nobody else has been told right before now," Lark said. "If they have then we've messed up. Or there's some sort of special test in a test in a test. You Jedi like trials, right?"
Nima could almost follow the blend of emotions that followed, because Aydan strode forward and then stopped, and she could smell his sweat, could tell that he was on a leash, that he was being held back.
But not by anyone here. Unless it was himself. He was angry and afraid and frustrated and tired, he was exasperated by Lark's jokes and annoyed by the fact that Yarua couldn't communicate with the clones.
Maybe he hated Nima and wished she wasn't there too, but there was only so much one could tell from emotions.
That was a lesson that Lexia had spent a lot of time trying to point out, that it wasn't mind-reading, quite. A person could be scared when seeing someone for a thousand reasons, and all that'd help narrow it down was context and perhaps finesse. Neither of which was all that likely to help with someone she knew so little about as Aydan.
"This is a disaster already," Aydan muttered, moving over to a wall as if he was going to hit it, but instead tapping his fist on it. "How big is this area anyways?"
"Well, you gotta go in and look, but… uh." Lark smirked and said. "Big enough to get lost in."
Nima didn't know how many teams there'd be. Unless all of the other teams were pretty large, then it was clear that not everyone could have two clones and it all be one test. "Wait, is this the only test?"
Lark didn't react, which could mean any number of things. His emotions were carefully under control, and so she couldn't quite tell what his answer would be.
And then he didn't answer, instead saying, "I've got it! The jamming should be up now. Now, let's go in and win this one."
So, there it was. No answer, she'd just have to find out. But she moved with the rest of the team as they stepped into the first room, which had a door ahead, and two at either side. There were a number of tables here and there, ready to be turned over, Nima realized. Then there was what looked like piles of wood in a far corner, and she glanced over there. If she was being sneaky, if Wessen was here, then she'd have to double check the corner. As it was she took note of it.
<Which way?>. Yarua asked. He looked at the three doors, well aware that the clones weren't going to take charge. If asked for advice or help they'd give it. Nothing more.
"Let's go left. Try to find the edge of this place," Aydan said, snippily. "We need to know the lay of the land, right?"
Nima nodded, and then went through the left door, into a room with low platforms here and there, sticking out of the ground but with space to crawl beneath them. Another place to hide, she thought, huddle beneath there with a blaster and shoot anyone who came in from one of the two doors to the north.
Other than those platforms, it was a blank, plain room, and they moved on, taking the left-hand path, to a room that was empty and barely lit. She was starting to understand the point of all these different rooms. They had to go slow to check the rooms before entering, and Nima knew there were downsides to that.
Most of all, it was slowing them down, and she knew that only two of the people on the team actually had the experience to do it well. But on they went, the door north from the half-shadowed room sliding open.
It was Yarua who rumbled first. <Trap.> She didn't know how he'd have been able to see it, in the back as he was… or perhaps that's why he saw it.
Nima had almost walked right through it, and she had to stop to glance around before she actually saw it. Attached to the door frame, there was a small box of sorts, which wasn't giving off any light but which did have a small port, like a plug, pointing out over the door. Attached to the bottom of the box was what looked like a very small, black grenade.
She didn't think it was large enough to kill, but then again a Thermal Detonator was pretty small too. It all depended.
If they'd just walked right ahead into it, what would have happened? Nothing good.
"Clever trap. It has a comms signal attached. It'd go off, and then whoever set it would know that a trap had been set off, and where," Lark said.
"In your professional opinion, would this be something Goggles could do?" Nima found herself asking, noticing the amusement that seemed to be pouring out of Lark as he stared at it.
"Yes. Or myself. And there's a few more people who have this expertise. But it's a smart trap for someone with almost no time," Lark said, as he leapt over the trap, and landed with a thump. The next room had a few more chairs, and two more doors, quiet and well let, and so as far as she could tell there weren't any more traps… yet.
He fiddled with it, and after a moment pulled it away. "There we go."
"We need to watch out for traps, then," Aydan said, his voice a little higher. "Drat," he muttered to himself.
Drat. Well, that's what Nima would say, but the thought that he was like her in that way amused her.
But Lark was the only one amused a half-dozen minutes later. Traps. And then more traps. Tripwires, physical and otherwise, dotted the rooms. There weren't that many, but there were enough that trying to disarm all of them would just waste time.
Each one he found increased the fond amusement in Lark's head. Nima knew exactly who was behind all of this.
Scout.
Under other circumstances she'd be impressed with the strategy, since of course it's a very clever trick. She hadn't sensed that trap or any of them because they didn't think. Jedi of course could do better than that, but she almost wondered if they were traps for her. As it was, she kept on moving. They found the outer limit, the red door that they couldn't pass, and then began to sweep upwards and inwards.
It was in a long room with four doors that things began to go a little wrong. It had a skylight, fake otherwise, and the terrain itself was interesting. The center of the room was filled with a huge stone block, and there were multiple passages snaking through it. On the right side, there was a straight way around it, but the angles were terrible if someone actually was hiding there, ready to shoot.
It was the kind of position that Nima knew would be easy to defend. Compared to that, on the left side there were a series of obstacles that would have to be climbed over. But if they did, then there'd be no way for anyone to ambush them from behind. So with a nod she moved to the left, and was startled when the others followed her.
She knew there'd probably be traps on the other side, but she could take the left-hand door and loop around. Do something unexpected. She had a bad feeling about this room, but she couldn't quite place it.
It wasn't her team, any more than the team that Scout was on was hers. But it felt so much like her, especially after all of the training she'd gotten.
Nima wanted to find a way to fight through them and beat her, just to see the look on her face. Scout was nice, and Nima knew that her occasional spurt of confidence was matched, just as much, by uncertainty.
If she didn't become a Jedi, she deserved a place in the army, if this was any indication. But she would. She wanted to be a Jedi more than anything. If anyone could learn everything about squad tactics and not be any less a Jedi, it was Scout. She was dedicated to the idea, to what she imagined it was. Nima knew Master Bell, and knew that her imagination wasn't entirely wrong.
They dropped down, and within a moment, everything went insane.
She'd almost seen it coming. In fact, as she landed she drew her lightsabers in a single fluid motion, because she finally felt them, finally let her mind reach out and feel the thrumming anticipation that she should have known was an ambush.
A strange, grey wheeled device came rocketing around the corner, before it exploded into a jolt of electricity that she couldn't dodge, not while she was still trying to get a handle on things. Her lightsaber might have caught it, but didn't. She half-jumped as the jolts ran through her, more than a little painfully, the electricity blue-white as it washed over her body.
Sledge, his emotions carefully held in, stepped around holding a rifle and shot right at Aydan, who hadn't even had time to draw his lightsaber.
It had been a while since she'd seen Aydan truly going all out. She'd seen him in passing, sweating and throwing himself into his training with the same passion she'd seen from the best Initiates. It was required, necessary.
If Sledge had shot at her, she'd have been hit. Instead up came a pale grey blade, catching and then returning the bolt. It sung in the area, and then slammed into Sledge's arm, right below the shoulder. Sledge took a step back, the rig on his gear registering the damage.
He tossed the rifle aside, reaching for a huge weapon on his back that looked like it could tear through the whole team.
Her heart was racing as she tried to figure out what to do. The team was gathering near her, the element of surprise was soon to be lost, but…
She should have seen them coming.
Yarua, at least, was doing something. He pulled out his bowcaster, firing in the general direction of Sledge, Derrick, and Arky all stepped out halfway into the open, just enough to work against them.
The world seemed to all fall away as the bolt slammed into the wall, which rung like a bell. But it was enough to send Sledge and Threes scuttling back in cautious retreat. A blaster bolt hit Sledge's other shoulder, just a glancing blow, as Aydan ran forward, lightsaber out to deflect a bolt, trying to use Yarua's shot as cover for his movement. That was just the first shot, and if need be a blaster could be wasted if it meant a chance for Jedi to get up close and personal.
That, Nima had heard from Master Bell, in one of his letters. That clones and Jedi could work together, the clones drawing a little bit of attention while the Jedi rushed in. That's all, just a simple bit of advice. But ever since she'd joined the clone class… he'd been passing on little tidbits like that.
Which was why Nima knew that Aydan's move was both a good idea, and possibly a mistake. But she didn't even have time to think it through as she moved forward, aware that him being among… was it five? Enemies would not end well if he didn't take out a few of them soon.
It didn't take more than a few moments for her to be proven right.
From behind the corner slipped Derrick. He was slightly older than the others, tall and almost angular, his brown hair cropped close, his dark eyes almost slits as he moved forward, the silver of his ear studs glinting as he did.
She'd heard he was kind, and helpful. At the moment he looked none of those. Aydan, still twitching slightly from the shock, still reeling from the ambush, barely managed to deflect the blow from being a killing one. Instead it tapped against his left knee briefly as he grunted and threw himself back.
It hadn't cut off his legs, not even in the simulation, but it'd been a near thing.
Lightsaber combat was deadly, and in a real fight… that'd probably be it.
Nima didn't even think about it. She didn't like Aydan, but he was her teammate. And in the moment it was almost possible to forget it was a game, to think that he was about to die. It all seemed so realistic, so chaotic.
So the moment Elevens fired at Derrick, Nima raced forward, knowing in a way that had to be the Force just how he'd move. Just where he'd move. It was as if she were flowing forward, her every step slamming into the ground as she almost leapt at Derrick, her shoto coming down to bat aside Derrick's blue blade, while the other blade almost got him. He moved back at the very last moment, and it just scraped all against his side.
But he was on the defensive, and she could feel all of his moves coming. It was in the Force, in the twist of his emotions. He was probably a better warrior than she, and he wasn't much more than average. But in that moment it felt as if she could beat anyone. Her blades were flashing as she kept on going.
It was as if she wasn't in her own body. She didn't think, she felt. Felt in the Force, and it was like those strange moments with Lexia when her mind expanded so much that it wasn't her mind anymore, not really.
No, it was Lexia's and the Hall's and the Temple's and the world's and the system's and the--
Around the corner was Arky, backing up a little, the Verpine nervous.
Threes raised his blaster rifle and shot right at Nima, and she dodged, almost. She wasn't quite fast enough, but it just slide across her chest. If it was a real blaster bolt she'd have a singed chest, and she slipped back.
Let up the pressure on Derrick, but only because she could feel Aydan moving, slipping forward.
Ready to take over.
Everything seemed to fit together, but that didn't mean…
Sledge's huge gun spat a pair of grenades at Aydan's feet, and he tried to dodge, half-leaping out of the way. But it exploded too fast, covering his legs in white powder as he grit his teeth at the beeps from the sensors and kept on advancing.
The fight was breaking down, but Nima had her target, swinging around towards Sledge, who managed to duck her first, wild, attack. Yarua's bolt slams into his leg, but it's a glancing blow even so. These clones were a lot stronger than they looked in the holovids, the pictures of them fighting.
They'd seemed efficient there, strong, but far more vulnerable. Far less capable of shrugging off even a glancing blow.
Lark missed too, and there wasn't even amusement coming from him by now. He was angry and focused, frustrated that Sledge hadn't yet been declared taken down. That he'd be able to continue his reign of terror… terror?
Nima felt absurd as she kept on swinging, leaning into it with the Force.
Behind her, Derrick groaned and that's how Nima knew that Aydan had taken him out. Which left just Arka, the Verpine backing up rapidly, and the two other clones.
She didn't relax, not when this had been so dangerous and she'd missed so much, but for the first time victory felt sure.
The first time in… she didn't know. It was impossible to quite figure out how much time had passed. She breathed out and tried to steady herself, letting the Force guide her next move.
Arka was retreating yet further, headed towards the door. A full retreat, she realized, and Threes was moving back with them. So was Sledge.
Nima tore forward as fast as she could as Sledge brought up a huge, heavy looking gun.
She slid into place, tired and not going to let all of that pain be for just one enemy. Bolts burst to the left and right of him, just barely missing as he leveled the gun at her and fired, just as she swung.
In theory one of two things should have happened.
One, the experienced and highly skilled clone trooper should have effortlessly brushed past her, perhaps 'gutting' her in the process with the lasers, running on to leave her to die or not.
Two: the Jedi-in-training, heir to a galactic tradition should have cut him down, using years and years of practice to easily take them out.
Instead, in a wild swing she somehow deflected the hail of bolts coming out of his gun… into the walls. Not even back at him. He ran into her as her clumsy, accidental swing went wild on the backswing, her shoto flying from her hand as his arm came down on hers.
But not like he was knocking it out of the way, but as if he was falling. Because he was, toppling from overcorrection in the small time he had to try to deal with her getting in front of him.
He collapsed right on top of her, and she hit the ground hard, groaning as she tried to use the few holds she was able to remember to hold him in place.
Blaster bolts went off. He was on top, she realized, groaning at the weight.
The armor was far too heavy, she thought with a groan as Sledge raised a hand. "Okay, okay… that's it."
Nima rolled out from underneath him just in time to see Threes round the last corner for the far northern door. Which meant that he and Arky were both away. They'd escaped.
But, she thought as she turned to Aydan. They'd had only one major injury, and they'd…
It didn't feel like a victory, but surely it was, she thought as she walked over towards Derrick.
He was different now. The fight was over and he was 'dead' and that's how she was able to slip out of the strange battle haze, the way she thought about it as death as violence as--
His lips looked very red, though that might have been from how pale his skin was. He looked exhausted as he said, "Wow. You did pretty good. I… we didn't even get one."
"Get one what?" Lark asked. "Wait. Oh! I get it. There were only four of you, right? Why is that?"
He looked right at Nima, and she took a breath and thought. "Because there are different parameters? Or rules? What sorts of rules? You… were aiming for us Jedi the whole time." She looked over at Sledge, who in his armor could very conveniently not respond to her. "Which means… if the Jedi all 'die' is that the end of the team?"
"Thirty seconds from the end," Lark said. "I'll give you that one for figuring it out yourself."
"Oh. Then they… knew that and were trying to attack us?" Aydan asked.
Yarua was wandering over towards the door on the east wall, carefully and slowly, still mindful of traps.
"Yes. And there were four because they were told everything. Including how many teams there are, I bet," Nima said, quietly, as she looked over at Derrick.
"I'm s-sorry I can't tell you, but I'm dead," Derrick said. His voice was soft. But there was firmness to it.
Lark felt so amused it was hilarious, while Elevens was disapproving of having all that sensitive information out in the open. But she'd figured it out.
There was the sound of a blaster, and she turned to see Yarua hurrying over to them.
<There's a big room on the other side of the door. And Jana is on a speeder.>
Oh. Oh, well.
Nima frowned and checked the west-side door, opening it to… oh again. There were so many traps in the corridor, the room barely wider than the door, that it stopped being a trap and started being an obstacle course. Several dozen traps, some of them colorful, or hanging right in plain sight, while others were just subtle enough to trip one up.
It was against the point of what a trap was, and…
Scout had heard Yarua's blasts. Or one of her people. If that was so, then she could have set up this array of traps. Getting through it would take more than a few minutes, and it'd be slow going. It'd leave them vulnerable, very vulnerable.
Nima wasn't as smart about these things as Scout, but when she checked through the northern door her guess was proven right.
There were only a very few traps in the next move, subtly and carefully placed. Several had been tripped by Threes and Arky.
She could have had time to set up plenty of traps in that room. But she hadn't.'
She was guiding them. Herding them.
It was almost impressive.
What to do?
[] Ahsoka had a phrase she kept on using in her letters: "Spring the trap." Follow the path they're being herded into, to see just what Scout has planned for her team.
[] Go against the grain. Even if it's slow, the only way to find Scout's team and the traps they've been setting is to go against the grain, no matter that dangers.
[] Follow along with the trap… but try to also follow the rest of the enemy team. Finishing them off before they can regroup or wait around like vultures for whatever comes is important.
[] Yes, yes, there's a team with a speeder in a wide open room. That's not great as far as the odds go, but it's at least theoretically possible that the right tactics could let them rush the speeder and take 'er down.
[] No write-in's this time.
[X] Go against the grain. Even if it's slow, the only way to find Scout's team and the traps they've been setting is to go against the grain, no matter that dangers.
The point of herding means you're not supposed to jump the fences that cage you in before the hammer that lays you low.
Jump the fence.
Instead, in a wild swing she somehow deflected the hail of bolts coming out of his gun… into the walls. Not even back at him. He ran into her as her clumsy, accidental swing went wild on the backswing, her shoto flying from her hand as his arm came down on hers.
But not like he was knocking it out of the way, but as if he was falling. Because he was, toppling from overcorrection in the small time he had to try to deal with her getting in front of him.
He collapsed right on top of her, and she hit the ground hard, groaning as she tried to use the few holds she was able to remember to hold him in place.
Incidental color commentary: I had to take a break during the rolling to cleanse the dice here, because they somehow rolled -4 and -3 to exactly tie you while also basically failing, and so I was worried about them being possessed or something. It still worked out for you though!
Incidental color commentary: I had to take a break during the rolling to cleanse the dice here, because they somehow rolled -4 and -3 to exactly tie you while also basically failing, and so I was worried about them being possessed or something. It still worked out for you though!
[X] Yes, yes, there's a team with a speeder in a wide open room. That's not great as far as the odds go, but it's at least theoretically possible that the right tactics could let them rush the speeder and take 'er down.
We have grenades and time to plan a course of action. We can probably take the speeder down. More importantly it also represents a route that Scout absolutely doesn't expect us to take.
[X] Go against the grain. Even if it's slow, the only way to find Scout's team and the traps they've been setting is to go against the grain, no matter that dangers.
[X] Go against the grain. Even if it's slow, the only way to find Scout's team and the traps they've been setting is to go against the grain, no matter that dangers.
