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ZAIDE - "Our orders are simple.... We are to go to Frostfall and meet with friendly Darkwolf forces at the planetary blockade, from that point we will assault an enemy spire where we believe they are engaged in some form of... research program." Great All-Father... not again. Who knew what kind of wicked things this 'research program' involved this time. Zaide looked at the Holo-Document, that just spat out a 'gram of Frostfall, hovering above the table with a cyanotic hue. "Average temperature is below freezing, making it an ideal location for an ice base." As much as Orin hated cold and harsh environments, Zaide loved them. Of course, this wasn't a peaceful suburb with crisp and fresh air - unstained by the smog downtown -, but a snowball that actively tried to kill them. "If anyone is unaware of the operation... feel free to inform them."
Now that the briefing had ended, Zaide got up from his seat and stretched his long, muscled arms for a bit, then walking off towards the quarters that Squatter had called home, if his nose told him correctly. She was either to shy or to confused to attend a military briefing, so he would explain their mission to her in his own words.

SQUATTER - Those mortal rooms were rubbish! With a head furrowing with frustration, Squatter pulled the bouncy but narrow mattress from the box bed and dropped it at her feet, looking at it with pale red eyes glowing with annoyance. How was she going to sleep comfortably, like those other brats?
Her desperate attempt to create a mutant-fitting bed was interrupted when Zaide entered her room - without knocking, damn it! - and sat down on her empty bed, not even surprised by the mess she'd made. His eyes still had that stoic, manly shimmering to it, like when they teamed up. It had never changed since then, but before they pressed their paws against each other, she'd seen something different.
Something angrier, yet broken. Maybe if she stayed around for a little longer, she would eventually find out what had happened to the guy, but judging from his cold radiance, that wasn't going to happen any time soon.

ORIN - Tsah, Zaide and his pet-mutant. While Orin took a stroll down the hallway to check out the caboose and the food in it, he fantasized about Squatter's mortal looks. For all he knew, she could've been a dirty, fat old hag before she was turned into a monster, and as soon as the beast became a princess again, Zaide would be gravely disappointing and never touch a female again.
Now, Orin wasn't a real ladykiller either, but acting confident and friendly had almost led a lady into his arms. His job as mercenary, however, scared most of them off. He was too busy and too dangerous to look after them. Orin shrugged and turned left. But he didn't want those kind of girls, really. If he were to pledge his loyalty and love to someone one day, he wanted a she-wolf to cherish and adore, not just for.. well, the intimate stuff.
The light gray Lycandros opened the door to the kitchen and saw a young, rusty-furred boy standing behind the counter-top, chopping some brass-colored tubers into spicy bits. He did hope they had some meat on the menu. Despite that most lupine species had added vegetables to their meals to fill them up, Orin still preferred to stuff his stomach the old way.
After inspecting the anxious Darkwolf, he turned to the window at the end of the large combined kitchen-and-cafetaria, where the Darkwolf Homeplanet was still to be seen. A beautiful planet, not as wicked and dirty as the one the Lycandros called home. But still, it was home.

The ship would soon jump to slipspace, and they would soon fly to Frostfall, it was cold even with fur, a quinterran (Anthro arctic fox) would greet them on the pad, ember would step forward slowly, his armour changing color to arctic camo "Sind Sie Ember Kamura?" The quinterran would say in german "Affirmitiv, ich bin mit dem Dunkel Wolf-Reich" Ember would reply in the same language, the wolves would slowly walk down the spaceport, the quinterran talking with Ember translating for the others "They're under attack a few miles from here, Enemy has a new weapon" They would go out to the garage where a large APC was parked, ember would slowly hop inside, waiting for the others

ORIN - When they slipped out of their dimension-crossing shortcut, a large, icy ball of freezing barrenness emerged at the end of the glowing tunnel. Orin turned to the kitchen boy for a moment and smiled, showing his shorter but much larger Lycandros teeth. The Lupine Apex, as they called themselves so proudly, were one of the last species that came into contact with the Darkwolf Empire, and thanks to the Burncrag Treaty, they were one of the few planets who could still enjoy their independence.
A voice over the speaker announced that their ship was approaching Frostfall, and even thought their landing would be delayed for five minutes due to heavy blizzards in the stratosphere, it would just be a matter of time until they would hit the surface. Time to move out then. The grayish Lycandros wiped some imaginary dust off his shoulder and turned around, heading to his personal quarters to retrieve some of his gear.

SQUATTER - She spend most of her time following Zaide around, basking in the perfect silence the two of them produced, barely speaking. If they needed to interact that badly, they kept it short, with simple nods and gestures. Exactly how Squatter wanted it to be. Since she'd lost her ability to speak, she preferred if the others kept their mouth shut too, so that she wouldn't be bossed around like a pet without even being given the chance to obstruct. Because deep down, she was still Scallyion the Squatter, a Darkwolf who hated authority and rules.
"I need you to stay at the ship, Miss Squatter." And so it began. The mutated she-wolf grunted at the velox official that just gave her the order, but the sleazy, lean canine kept his face stoic and cold. "Yes, that's an order. Return to your quarters and await further instructions."
She and Zaide exchanged a slightly disappointed glare, hers filled with frustration and his with bitterness. Meanwhile, the ship had landed on Frostfall and a crisp breeze had infiltrated the ship now that they had opened the blast doors for a bit. The dark furred Lycandros nodded at his friend, put his helmet on - a Darkwolven model, so he had to flatten his ears and smooth out his mane in order for it to fit -, and greeted her with the simple but powerful words: "Welcome to the legion, kid."

ZAIDE - A Quinterran in grayish camo gave them the semi-warm welcome they deserved. Zaide strapped his rifle, coated in a water-resistant substance around the brittle bits, to the belt around his shoulders and pulled his short woolen cloak closer to his throat.
Fifteen canine figures walked through the hangar on that early evening: four Frostfall troopers, Ember Kamura, Orin, himself and eight other unknown soldiers, officials and spec-ops who he had never seen before. Zaide decided to stay away from the Velox, as he was disgusted by the tone he'd used on Squatter, and ended up walking next to a younger Quinterran from the local forces.
The guy was smoking a Red Charcoal-brand cinder, inhaling its spicy smoke like some kind of experienced smoker, but his innocent, hell, almost adorable coughs showed that he was anything but.
"Hast du noch mehr.. Asche.. für mich..?" Zaide asked in his best Quinterrian. The pale canine next to him frowned a little, but handed him one anyway. After igniting the colorful stick and sticking it between his teeth, he tried to apologize another tongue, as it was clear the guy barely understood what he was saying. "Dus.. praat jij wel.. Oxiaans..?"
The frown disappeared and was replaced by a smirk. The Quinterrian rolled his eyes, and as they got onto a massive APC and settled down in hard, uncomfortable seats, he softly responded: "Je Oxiaans is bagger, maar ik hou ervan dat je het probeert, zwarte." And when the thick doors closed behind them, the lupine warriors drove off into the frozen wasteland.

(( * Velox: An anthropomorphic jackal ))

((But am I able to join? And if I do join, sorry if my lines are bad))

Ember would growl lightly, they were going across a highway, it was cold and covered with snow, luckly quinterran vehicles had tires designed to easily grip the ice, along with a plow on the front to deal with snow. The tunnel was long and dark, after a while they eventually reached a small Outpost on the hill, where troopers were firing off of it, the quinterran would walk over, pointing down to a large Mech vehicle that looked similar to an actual wolf, it was firing massive blue beams at Quinterran vehicles "Da ist es, es reißt alles auf, was wir darauf werfen, sogar die speziellen OPS, unsere Kräfte verzögern es am besten, aber es wird schließlich unsere Linien brechen" Said the quinterran,Ember would turn to look at the others "Any ideas?" Said the wolf "We need to bring down that" Ember would point to the Vehicle down below that was doing so much damage

ZAIDE - The bitter cold made his hands feel numb as soon as the Lycandros took them off so he could smother his cinder. Commander Kamura was no liar; Zaide believed now that the sun had gone, the temperature would drop beneath the safe level in hours, if not minutes.
But it was time to move out, as they had arrived at the Frostfall Outpost on one of the planet's mighty and incredibly snowy hills. A few paletails were firing at something, but it was either too far away and even if it weren't, the hill blocked his view. The vehicle scrambled up the hill without any apparent effort, and when it opened its metal doors, Zaide was too intrigued to stay in his seat any longer. The dark furred canine hopped off and walked through snow and ice, eventually reaching the top of the hill and laying eyes upon..
"Hell.." he mumbled under his breath. A huge or.. enormous metal being was emptying its massive pulse guns onto the hill, blowing chunks of the buildings, ripping vehicles apart like if they were paper cars and obliterated the remaining soldiers like a cub crushes a bug.
"We noemen haar Cu'Madr, naar onze Godin van de Dood," the Quinterran recruit said when he catched up with the much larger and faster Lycandros. "I mean... nevermind. She has been firing at us since quite a while now, we've lost many men.." There was sheer sorrow and pain in his voice, as most rookies hadn't figured out yet how to deal with such matters. Zaide wasn't the kind of guy who easily comforted people, but since this kid wasn't much older than 17 - and probably would never go beyond that age if he were to participate in this battle -, he firmly patted on his shoulder. It was a harsh world indeed.

ORIN - "Any ideas? We need to bring down that.." Commander Kamura said. Oh All-Father, but the mech was huge! A few blasts from a tank wouldn't even be able to make a dent, as this metal monstrosity was like.. the mother of tanks!
And where in name of The Father's balls was Zaide? Panicking internally, Orin poked his fluffy head around the corner, only to see his half-brother standing on the hill at a safe distance, a small trembling figure staying close to him. What? How did an anti-social hairball like him even make friends? Since their mission on the Wood Moon, Zaide had been the one having all the fun, making (girl)friends and pulling off tricks and-.. Argh, there was no fairness in all this! Orin wasn't enjoying himself, not for one bit. Sure, he liked adventure and wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty, but the military business wasn't his! Or.. well, maybe he was just overreacting. He had quite a hard time dealing with the sudden stress these mission brought. He needed some time to adapt. Yeah. Like that.
"We need to think small," Orin said, suddenly full of zeal and confidence. He was going to make his Commander proud. Or at least, that was what he hoped. "Though that.. thing.. looks movable, it won't be as fast and agile as our Snowspeeders will be. If we can get any closer.." The mother of tanks looked a bit like the Alpha Canine, being quadrupedal and all. ".. maybe we could bind its legs and tackle it! Then, while it's laying on the ground with its blast shields down, one mortar aiming for its head is all we need!"

Ember would growl lightly "Zeigen Sie uns Ihr Flugzeug." (Show us your aircraft) ember would say to the quinterran, they would walk over to the hangar, where several Aircraft were seen, ember would turn to the others "They don't use snowspeeders here, they use cargo fighers, same thing but with a different name" Several quinterrans would move the aircraft outside, where they would sit on the runway, Ember would look toward the others "Two seaters each, One of you rides with me" Ember would look towards the three, he would hop in his speeder "Leutnant, lassen Sie Ihre Männer zurückziehen und bereiten ihre Mörser, dann Hopfen in einem der Sitze" ember would say (Lieutenant, have your men pull back and ready their mortars, then hop in one of the seats) The quinterran would shout orders to his Advisors, telling them to ready mortars, the fox would go to hop in one of the aircraft (You can decide who he picks)

ORIN - Commander Kamura and the rest approved his plan! Still a little whelmed by pride, Orin followed the snowy canines and his leading officer to the hangar, were several speeders - or cargo fighters, as they called it here - were waiting for them. Woah, it must've been ages since he'd flown anything. The motorcycles in their previous assignment were good fun, but these things were must faster and stronger in every aspect.
"Two seaters each, One of you rides with me" the Commander instructed. Without even hesitating, Orin followed his Commander and sat down in the same fighter, watching Zaide climbing into his, accompanied by the Quinterran who spoke in a rare, southern tongue. A recruit, a poor rookie. To team up with someone as cold and harsh as Zaide during such an intense moment - he remembered his first heavy fight, and how he cried and trembled afterwards, hiding in an abandoned bathroom surrounded by dust and blood -, but maybe it was for the best. Being hard on someone - Zaide's expertise, after all - was sometimes all people required when they needed to man up.

ZAIDE - "This your first dogfight?" the dark gray Lycandros asked when he sat down in Blizzard-5. A muffled, shrugging noise was heard next to him, seemingly trying to make the situation frothy.
"Well... yes.. but I'm not afraid," the recruit said, his voice sparkling with confidence. Oh, a greenhorn to the bone.
"Yeah, but you will be. That's how it works," Zaide snapped back, only to realize his voice sounded way harsher than he meant. Oh well. "You think combat will be fun once you get used to the noise and traumas? Hell no, kid, think again! The only thing battle learns you is to ignore the fact that you're terrified, that you'd rather curl up and cry on mom's soft shoulder. Enjoying to fight is something only sociopaths do.."
He must've scared the boy off for a bit, because he was silent most of the ride. The squadron went through the blast doors and take a long way around the dread Cu'Madr, making sure the radars on the damned thing wouldn't detect them. If their cover was blown, the mission was over. But so far, so good...

((German, not southern))
The squadron would suddenly fly towards the vehicle, the one that was firing at the quinterran tanks, Two of the aircraft would be shot down, Lucky none of them had any Members of the team "Forget it, This is our only chance to stop this thing" Ember's fighter would suddenly fly around the Cu'Madr, a tow cable was shot from the back of his speeder as it circled around, ember suddenly saw something, the windows were green, and inside was a fully-Functioning organ system, A brain was clearly visible from the underside,Ember's towcable was suddenly cut "IT HAS SHIELDS!!!!" Ember would fire at the vehicle, hitting it's shield generator, suddenly a round would hit Ember's engine, causing it to smoke "I'm hit! Damage is Major but not crippling! Continuing the mission!" Ember would growl, obviously frustrated with the vehicle "ORIN!!!! TRIP THAT THING!!!"

ZAIDE - Big snowflakes stuck to their windscreen as Blizzard-5 flew ahead of the squadron against the biting wind. The Quinterran, who was in charge of the canons and grappling hooks, stayed silent for the whole trip, either to nervous or intimated to say anything. Zaide listened to the soft, mechanic beeps and the steady rumbling of the engine, as they came closer and closer to the fearsome mech that was relentlessly firing at the Outpost.
But when it turned its mighty head towards the squadron and took out two fighters effortlessly, Zaide slowly came to realize that this was no ordinary machine. He took a wild turn and slightly separated Blizzard-5 from the rest of the group, and flew closer to Cu'Madr without distracting it. Dense green windows and... organs.
"Verdomme.." the Quinterran cursed under his breath. Another GMO, but this time, the Separatists crossed the line. This.. thing.. was even worse than the Blade Synths. Oh hell, to think what they had done to the original host to create something so unholy and devastating..
Too flabbergasted to control the speeder, Zaide realized it had turned its horrific head towards them and fired one single shot at their engine, after which Blizzard-5 crashed into the snow.

ORIN - Zaide! "Oh no.. Father no..." Orin stammered, barely keeping the fighter under control. He awaited the explosion that would end his brother, his companion and the speeder, but it never happened. Damn. That idiot had been lucky..
"ORIN!!! TRIP THAT THING!!!" Kamura's scream woke him up again. Shit, this mech couldn't be tackled like some kind of quadrupedal vehicle, it had mortal joints! If they really wanted to take it out they had to blast its-..
Crash! Thick shards of green glass were blown from Cu'Madr's abdominal area, and a foul liquid and some chunks of guts dropped on the ice. Was that..?
The blonde Lycandros looked down, only to see Zaide holding his muzzle to his communicator, instructing one of the Quinterran's speeders - Blizzard-3 by the looks of it - to keep firing at the green glass. Damn, that genius! But slowly after, the shield on the mech returned, and all the blasts were rendered useless. They had to find the station that provided Cu'Madr and blow that up, so that the others could shoot at the beast's intestines.
"Commander, we need to find the station that gives this thing its shields!" Orin said, barely understandable over the noise of the dogfight.

Ember would scan his surroundings, seeing a large metal tower, the wolf would fire shots at it, causing one of the shields to fall, Ember would quickly turn around, focusing fire on the vehicle's joints, It would slowly start to break the legs of the vehicle, It would turn and fire another round at Ember's ship, causing damage to it "FIRE ON THE GLASS!!!! DESTROY THE BRAIN!!!!" Ember would quickly fire shot's at the creatures head, Most of them missed due to the main guns being damaged, Ember would notice something on the side, A symbol, the same one on the blade synths, Ember seemed Confused, Is that implying the project is larger than they thought? Suddenly the vehicles shields would raise again, Some damage was taken to the windows, Blood and the strange fluid was leaking out

ORIN - They made a spectacular dive and an even more spectacular turn around Cu'Madr's left ankle, at which Zaide had fired another shot from his risky yet nifty spot on the ground level. Orin suppressed a panicked yelp when the icy blue blast exploded on the shields, and took a massive swerve to get closer to the metal tower in the hills behind it. But it took only a single shot to blast it to pieces, and with the force of the violent explosion at their back, Commander Kamura and Orin's speeder was back on the battlefield in no time.
"FIRE ON THE GLASS!!!! DESTROY THE BRAIN!!!!" his Commander yelled, vigorously firing at its head with the less accurate sub-cannons. Though most of the blasts hit the energy-resistant metal, a few shots were enough to make the glass around the brain shatter. Slimy fluid poured from its maw like a waterfall of chemical water, along with some.. blood? Orin aimed a few blue blasts at its belly, only to realize that the guts falling into the snow were actually a mortal's. Oh All-Father.. was this another GMO? How could those Separatists be so cruel to the Darkwolves?
As far as Orin knew, there were no Darkwolves among the Separatists, as this radical band of terrorists were rebelling against the Darkwolf Empire and consisted of the 'conquered' races; the Velox, some Quinterrans, but mostly the Yurus* with their peculiar beliefs and culture. Now, as a Lycandros, Orin wasn't very fond of the Empire either, but what they had done to those poor test subjects was far from forgivable.

ZAIDE - Only one shot to go! Lividly kicking the glitching engine, Zaide couldn't help but aim his entire vocabulary of local, official and slang cussing words at the technological piece of junk, getting the weirdest of looks from the rookie, who was tending to his nosebleed by pressing sleeve against his muzzle.
"It is not going to work if you keep.. err.. kicking it," his muffled voice said to him. The dark furred Lycandros snarled and gave it one last kick, just to show 'em who was boss here, and to their amazement, it actually started humming again. Very softly at fist, barely audible over the loud dogfight above their heads, but it ended up running as smoothly as it used to. Too bad the rest of the speeder was smacked, Zaide had loved to rejoin the fight.
But right now, he had the honor to end it.
"Proved ya wrong - again!" A victorious smirk adorned his lips. Crawling into the smashed cockpit, Zaide squeezed his lean but well-muscled body into his seat, put his finger on the trigger to the main cannons and..
Splash!! The critically aimed blast hit Cu'Madr across her ugly metal face, shattering the green glass that covered up her brains in only a split-second. Blood, slime and chunks of brainy flesh squirted from the fracture, and with a lot of mechanical whining, the massive lupine mech collapsed on the ice, breaking it immediately and spraying a cloud of icy water into the air.

( * The Yurus are a species of anthropomorphic maned wolves and the tallest but also the physically weakest species of extraterrestrial lupines )

Ember would slowly exit his fighter, him and his Co-Pilot getting out "As usual.. Good work." Ember would look towards the destroyed Cu'Madr, seeing the same symbol as the ones on the blade synth's. Another Cu'Madr was walking down the hill, but it was quickly destroyed due to the lack of shield generators "Looks like they're making them there" Ember would wag his tail lightly "It's within walking distance" As if on Cue, an APC would come nearby, ember would flag it down as it stopped, The wolf would take out binoculars and would look toward the door "Wir hatten bereits Vorkenntnisse darüber, aber der Spaziergänger hinderte uns daran, an Boden zu gewinnen, jetzt, da das Fahrzeug zerstört ist, können wir seine Basis angreifen." Said the quinterran ((We did have previous knowledge of it, but the walker was preventing us from gaining ground, Now that the vehicle is destroyed we can attack it's base. )) Ember perked his ears up, hearing Power tools in the distance "Time to get a move-on"

ZAIDE - Howling victoriously at the scene, Zaide watched the other Blizzard units return to the base, or what was left from it. He had to admit that due to the hangar being built between two sturdy rocks and having metal blast doors that were as massive as they got, the base was still mostly unharmed. For now, at least.
Setting out into the frozen wasteland, the dark furred Lycandros would regularly check up on the recruit, but the kid had no trouble at all keeping up, as the region where he was from - The Oxian Wastelands - were even harsher and colder than way up here. "You never told me your name," the young Quinterran said after a while. His nosebleed had finally stopped, but the bloody smears on his sleeve were still fresh and visible. A narrow paw, tucked away in a sturdy glove was extended. Zaide grinned lightly and shook the guy's hand. "My name is Rynts, by the way. Rynths IJsrayder." The much larger and burlier canine nodded.
"Zaide, Darkwolf Special Forces," he introduced himself with a solemn nod. "The blonde fella's my half-brother, Orin. And the big guy is Commander Ember Kamura, probably the only Darkwolf I ever got close to. Without slitting his throat, that is." Rynths gulped nervously. "What.. what do you mean by that?" he stuttered.
Zaide peered into the distance. Night had fallen upon the icy wastelands, and the light coming from the base were the only ones around. The sky had turned a deep purple, with the blueish gas-moon watching over the planet like an enormous eye. The lupine soldier smirked and said full of pride and with a teasing undertone in his voice: "You know damned well what I mean.."

ORIN - When he hopped out of the speeder, Commander Kamura was already conversing with the local forces, then pulling out his binoculars and aiming at the faraway base of the Separatists. The belly of the beast, so close... Orin approached the Quinverrans and his leading Commander, who already said confidently - with his ears perked and all -: "Time to get a move on." Wait, what about Zaide and his little friend? Orin sped up a bit and walked beside his Commander.
"But sir, Zaide and the recruit haven't returned yet. And Frostfall is not a place to roam at night.."

((oof, I assume I am doing this correctly"
"Very well then," Ember said, He would yawn lightly, while wagging his tail, Ember would pull out a Beacon, Calling in a gunship to take them back to the base and to zade, Ember nd the others would hop in the gunship as it would take them to the base, Blizzard Aircraft were all over the runways, Being dragged into hangars for the night to protect them from the cold,Their gunship would land inside and they would Disembark, heading toward Zaide "We're gonna go for some Recreational time tonight, Tomorrow we will attempt to assault the separatist base." Frostfall was Very cold at night, But some Larger Cities were usually used as recreational areas for Military units, There they used artificial heat to make the temperature more bearable

ORIN - Uneasily settling down in one of the gunship's seats, Orin couldn't help but inspect every inch of wasteland ahead of them. He felt uncomfortable knowing that Zaide was still out there, plodding through heavy snow with chilling wind biting his face, with nothing more than his set of skills and the possible but futile support of a Quinterran recruit. Before they arrived at Frostfall, the blonde lupine had done some research on the local animals on this part of the planet, and he wasn't gonna lie: he was both frightened and impressed. Good thing he could stay on the ship for now. The All-Father knew what kind of arctic abominations they might come across soon.
About twenty minutes later or so, two canine figures appeared, fighting against the strong and freezing wind by covering their faces with their helmet and hands. The gunship made a swerve and stopped next to them, after which the frozen wanderers and Commander Kamura approached one another.
While still waiting at the ship, Orin overheard his burly officer mention something about recreational time, which made him twitch an ear in surprise and frustration. He'd expected they would liberate Frostfall's northern region the same night, but apparently they needed to rest first. Hmpf. He was just getting used to all the violence, and you could say Orin had rusty switches when he it came down to changing his warface to a friendly one.

ZAIDE - He and Rynths hopped on the gunship and when it headed towards the base, which even seemed warm and cozy from here, Zaide sat down next to his brother, who looked rather upset, despite keeping a straight face. Oh hell, what was it this time?
"Don't tell me you're not glad to see me again," the dark furred Lycandros chuckled, giving his sibling a brotherly bump against his shoulder. Rynths almost bend over to watch every movement he made, somehow impressed by the simple interaction between two half-brothers. Zaide himself never recalled being so nosy back when he was a greenhorn, but he didn't mind getting those curious, inquiring looks.
"We're this close to achieving peace in this area.." Orin whispered to him, making a vague gesture with his gloved hands. "Now's not the time to linger around some base or casino or.. wherever we're heading. One shot is all we need to-.." The canine rolled his glowing greenish eyes and elbowed him softly.
"Ah shut it you, it's not like a few hours of calming down will undo what those bastards have done. Besides, if we're given some time to breathe, chances are we'll perform better on the battlefield. If there's anything that makes you lose wars, it's not looking after those who fight your fight." The gunship made its way towards a small settlement close to the Frostfall Outpost. As they came closer, Zaide saw the colorful lamps cast vivid rays into the sky, and he could already feel the artificial warmth their generators produced warm his frozen fur.

Ember would blink, "We will take 2 hours max, After that we have 4 hours of sleep, And then we will attack the enemy base" Ember would put his gear down, Taking out a Holo-Map "Where do you guys wanna go...." Ember would take something out of his pocket, giving them both 50 Quinterran Units "Don't blow it all at once..... you guys wanna go on your own? Or in a group?" Ember would begin to tap on the pad, showing a recreational center "Right... Let's put it to a vote... Do you both want to go?"

ZAIDE - He shrugged. "Is there a bar around here somewhere? I could use a drink." If it involved any ladies of pleasure*, he wouldn't hesitate to spend some of his own money - he was convinced he had some Quinterran Units scattered around his UniPass -, as he could use feminine company after a long and busy day. This time though, Zaide promised himself he would go easy on the booze, as the last time he fought with a hang-over, it didn't end well.
He got off the gunship and stepped onto the clean, seemingly warm streets, peering into the distance. Tall, concrete buildings reached as far as the eye could see, but despite their dull gray walls blocking the view, appealing neon signs and colorful lights and lamps adorned the sea of structures. Littering the doors and balconies, there were dozens of canines, but mostly Quinterrans, smoking cinders and drinking their drinks, some even gambling with a view over the city.
A place to be for a guy raised in the slums.

ORIN - Was that a Saaron's? Orin bend over Zaide's shoulder for a bit to get a better look at the seemingly normal building, that stood like a tiny oval dwarf between the sky-high clubs and gambling dens. Man, he loved the Saaron's! Not a place for a military elite, of course, but back when he wasn't and lived like normal city boy, he spend most of his days in the weekends there. Playing with those kick-ass toy guns and buying junk food from the tickets he claimed after hitting the red dot with ease.
"How about we meet up at the parking lot in front of Saaron's in two hours?" he suggested, already heading towards the off-white building down the street. He could already taste the fried lyon bits they served there. Nostalgic.

( * Don't worry, I'll fade to black immediately! )

"Good idea... I better see all of you there when it's time,DO NOT stay out too long" Ember would bark lightly, walking over to the Deeper Areas of the city, He was there for about an hour, The wolf gambled quite a bit, His luck wasn't Exactly The best and he lost most of his Gambling Chips, Good thing he didn't spend too much, less he go poor, Ember had plenty to spend, after winning a couple matches (And his credits back) A Female quinterran walked up to him, "Hey.. Sorry to interrupt you, I need your help, my Hover-Car's diesel engine broke down and I need someone to help me fix it..." Ember would get up, wagging his tail "Of course... Lead the way" They would walk outside and she would open the hood to her car "Right... Try not to let any fuel leak" Ember would walk towards the hood. Wait a minute, Hover-Cars dont have Diesel engines, Ember would just barely dodge a blade attack, as it grazed his shoulder, Ember would Responding by hitting her upside the snout, the battle was hard and Brutal, Ember was injured quite a bit, He barely prevailed, He waved down two Quinterran soldiers as he explained what happened, slowly patching himself up It appears that separatist spies have managed to Infiltrate the Deep cities...

ORIN - A tiny, static beep announced the arrival of a childishly enthusiastic Spec-Ops when he opened the door. Some heads were lifted, eyes peered his way, but Orin confidentially dusted the glaring citizen off and soon enough, everyone returned to whatever they were doing. The blonde lupine walked over to the counter, where a young Yurus girl was taking orders. He glared at the menu, but realized he'd rather spend tokens on the greasy meals than to actually pay with his own money.
So he walked over to an empty stand, inserted some coins and picked up the revolver that was tied to the frame of the shooting stand. He flashed a smirk. Now he knew where a cheap chain like Saaron's got their stuff from. He let the expired and disarmed military pistol circulate around his index finger for a second, and then shot five buzzing blasts. Bulls-eye, every single one of them! So he wasn't getting rusty after all!
He reloaded, ignored the staring and kept on shooting. Man, how he loved this place!

ZAIDE - Soule's Club was a bustling but cramped place close to the city center. But their drinks were cheap and their ladies were pretty, and that was all he asked and needed. Drenched in booming colored lights, Zaide took another sip from his Black Quartz-cocktail, trying to enjoy the sweet but spicy taste it had. Meanwhile, some dancers were swinging temptingly on the counters, picking out men willing to pay for them one by one, like a hunter selected his prey.
Zaide knew he had to be wary; cheap ladies could mean nothing but trouble, he could end up sick or worse. So he trusted his sense of smell and his eyes, despite it being rather crowded and dark in here. When he finished his drink, he rubbed his knuckles for a bit and walked up to the counter, where an athletic but incredibly beautiful Velox was dancing around. Geez.. what a babe, and what a damned shame a girl like her ended up in a place like this. But he had to focus on their business, because she surely would do the same when..
"Enjoying the view, soldier?" she winked towards him. "Hmm.. I like those brave warriors like you.. How about, hm, 120 Units. Sounds like a deal?" 120 Units, and that was a discount. A lady of quality, then. Zaide ignored his sheepish smile and nodded, not even considering negotiating. He was too tired and time was his enemy, so after he helped the Velox off the counter and followed her to a room, he desperately tried to forget everything.

Oh damn.. what a babe. Zaide dug his head into the expensive and pointlessly over-decorated pillows and sighed. His green eyes, even more weary than they were at the beginning of the evening, glared at the Holo-Clock that was floating above the table on the other side of the room. Wait.. only two minutes left?!
"Shit!" he cussed under his breath. The dark furred Lycandros jumped out of the adorned bed immediately and went looking for his clothes, which was quite a tall order in a dimly lit room. After dressing up and attaching his rifle to his shoulder-pelt, he nodded to the Velox lady as some kind of hurried greeting, and then jumped out of the window. Second floor. No problem.
He landed on all fours and ran through the crowded streets towards the Saaron's, where he was supposed to meet the others. Damn. Two hours was way to short to properly enjoy yourself! He had to admit that he was surprised by the amount of clubs, stores and other enjoyable facilities in this area, as he had expected that Frostfall's towns would be as dull as its landscape.
And there it was. Zaide made a swerve to avoid a Hover-Car and ran towards the suspiciously empty parking lot in front of the shoot-and-food facility. No-one there. He grumbled and looked around. The Saaron's seemed to be closed, which wasn't surprising since it was already past midnight, but where was Orin? His teeny half-brother never visited a club before in his life and couldn't handle too much drinking. And what about Commander Kamura?