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Ember quickly pulled into the parking lot hastily hopping out of the vehicle "Zaide, it's not safe here. An assassin just tried to jump me" Ember would seem worried, "Did anyone attempt to kill you?" The wolf would be putting his gear back on, ears perked up for anyone trying to sneak up on him, It was clear that the seperatists had Infiltrated the Quinterran citizens, and maybe even the military "We need to call Orin and get him over here NOW, it appears the enemy has infiltrated us."

ZAIDE - A seemingly ordinary Hover-Car pulled over right before his nose, but when Ember Kamura himself got out the car and informed him that the Separatists had infiltrated the town, Zaide knew there was nothing normal about. He didn't even bother asking where the hell his Commander got the chrome polished, close-to-priceless vehicle from. Stealing a car wasn't an actual impressive feat, but it came in handy every now and then. And especially now.
Taking out his handheld, semi-waterproof Communicator, Zaide switched to Orin's channel, hearing nothing audible at first but after a creaking bump on the other side caught his attention, he decided to actually get into contact with his sibling.
"Orin," he hissed over the Communicator, ".. Orin, do you copy? State your location, over.." He awaited an answer that never came. Damn it! After trying to reach out to his brother again and again, he finally turned to his Commander and grumbled: "He's got his Communicator on him, but he's unresponsive. Do these Com's have trackers built in?" They had a pretty neat car, so if it were to end in a chase, there wouldn't be a problem.

ORIN - Sweat and piss. Those were the first things he smelled when he woke up again. Rocking back and forth in the Hover-Van's cramped trunk, Orin didn't even realize at first that he'd been taken. But when he tried to get up and wanted to use his hands as support, he immediately noticed that his hands were tied behind his back with some kind of nano-fiber rope and a creative and incredibly tough knot.
Oh All-Father... He coughed and wheezed when the cradling rolled him towards a rag, drenched in urine, for some unknown reason. The Lycandros struggled to get onto his knees, but when he finally did, he carefully peeked into the Van itself, not recognizing the fat Yurus that was driving it. His pelt was greasy and ginger, and his dark mane were tied into a messy ponytail. Overall, he was gross, and even worse, unknown, which made this whole kidnapping even more confusing. Orin barely remembered taking a walk around Saaron's to get the scent of blast vapor out of his muzzle, and he certainly didn't recall being disarmed and taken by some kind of greasy hound!
"Where the hell are you taking me?" he growled, failing to sound intimidating. The Yurus didn't respond and kept on driving. Grumbling, Orin rolled back into the back of the trunk and with a little stretching and stumbling, he got the inspect the messy yet skillful knot on his wrists.

Ember would bark "They do, though we also have an IFF chip installed in their paw" Ember would look around before walking to his vehicle "Hop in...." Ember would hand out a heavy machine gun "Take this, It's calibrated for Damaging Anti-Gravity,, aim for under the vehicle" Ember would pull out a Small Datapad, it flicked on as it showed a map of the city and it's surroundings, A red blip appeared as ember would slowly pull out of the parking lot, He would reach for his communicator "We need all units to Seal all city Exits and entrances, make sure nothing gets in or out" Ember would crank up the vehicle and quickly drive towards the red dot

ORIN - Time for some monkey business - literally. Keeping an eye on the driver, who was either too bored or way too focused on the suave elektro-jazz on his headphones to even pay attention to his hostage, Orin slowly took off his left boot, careful not to let the metal plates on his shin make any unnecessary noises that would result into a failed escape. After some quiet wrestling with his footwear, the athletic young canine brought his foot to his wrists and carefully untied the tough knot with his sturdy claw, ignoring the smell, of course. His last bath had been been ages ago.
One last yank and.. finally! The rope dropped at his feet, and Orin sighed relief. Rubbing his sore wrists, the Lycandros put on his boot and crept up to the obese Yurus. Alright, just snap his neck and take the wheel before-..
"W-what the hell?!" the tubby squeaked in a high-pitched voice. Right, the Yurus and their weird feminine males.. Orin elbowed the guy against his temple, then grabbing his neck and with a simple slam against the silver steering wheel, the fat hound was knocked out in no time.
Oh man, he still had it! Now all he had to do was.. err.. In hasty panic, the lupine soldier opened the door next to the driver's seat and threw the driver out; a fat slap was heard when the chubby ginger hit the sidewalk, his soft belly breaking the fall and eventually saving his muzzle from being smashed to bits. Good. After all, this smelly fella was just doing his job, even though he worked for the enemy. Orin sat down on the greasy chair, ignoring the sweaty marks and questionable crumbs and barely managed to dodge a street light, almost hitting a unsuspecting citizen in the process.
"Geez, sorry!" he yelled, but the Van was moving too fast and he already had to take the next right if he didn't want to collide with a demonstration crowd. Damn, what was happening over there? He sure hoped those weren't Separatists in the making...

ZAIDE - A sluggish Hover-Van covered in chipped, yellow paint was blocking their path. But when Zaide glanced at Commander Kamura's Datapad, he realized that this was the vehicle Orin was being held in. Damn it! No way that bucket 'o bolts was slipping through their fingers! His brotherly aggression and bellicose emotions overthrew his common sense and he immediately pulled out the Anti-Gravity rifle and shot between the frontal Hoverpads, launching the rusty Van into the air.
In a split-second, when the driver flashed by, barely visible through the colored glass, Zaide suddenly came to realize that it was Orin who was driving the Van, and that there was no villain to be seen. What.. what the hell? Zaide knew his little brother damned well, and he sure as hell knew that he would never spend his evening in a write-off piece of-..
Crash! The waste of metal hit the ground after making a perfect flip. Shards of glass and chunks of pavement were thrown into the air, followed by smoke and ice blue embers coming from the engine and broken Holopads. Shit!
The dark furred Lycandros turned to his Commander, trying not to show his panic and remorse. "Commander, pull over, Orin's in the Van!"

Ember would stop the car quickly. running over to the van and ripping the door off with his paw, Ember had his rifle in his paw, as he scanned his surroundings for any hostiles, Ember would grab orin by the paw and bringing him to the van "You okay? That was quite a hit wasn't it?" Ember would close the door and hop in his vehicle "We need to get back to the base, Highcom needs to be aware of the danger" Ember would step on it, with all 3 of them in the car they sped off towards blizzard base "Orin, ready that rifle in case we have pursuers" ((So now that all 3 of us are in the car, we can go back to the base)) "It appears they wanted to kidnap Zaide, most likely in an attempt to force a surrender..."

ZAIDE - They pulled over and Zaide got out hastily, making a dash for the overturned Hover-Van and breaking the window with a simple but effective kick against the already shattered glass. It took a while, but once his half-brother wiped the fragments and dust of his uniform, he actually got out himself and followed Commander Kamura - who apparently assumed Orin had it worse and needed more assistance - back to their nearly pristine Hover-Car.
Right. Back to business, but it wasn't easy to deny that this could've ended much worse than it did. Zaide got into the car as well, taking the seat next to the driver's, and for a moment, he glared at the back-seat, where his blonde sibling was desperately looking for a rag to clean his slightly bloodied muzzle with. When he noticed that he brother was staring at him with a teasingly furrowed brow, he shrugged impatiently and mumbled: "So you're gonna let me spoil the neat interior or what?" His hand made an annoyed gesture, and it turned out that there wasn't so much blood after all. Zaide scoffed.
"Ah c'mon prince, it's just a nosebleed or somethin'. And what's wrong with becoming a little uglier, right? It's fashionable these days," he said with an extra sassy wink. His younger sib' made another growling noise. "You're one heck of a fashion queen, then.." Nothing like a little bro-to-bro teasing on a day - hell, night - like this.

ORIN - "Orin, ready that rifle in case we have pursuers. It appears they wanted to kidnap Zaide, most likely in an attempt to force a surrender..." Commander Kamura ordered them. The two of them almost simultaneously made a confused grunt.
"It's the other way 'round, Commander," Zaide smirked. Orin rolled his golden eyes and elbowed his front-seat possessing brother in his ribs. "Shut up man, it was a long day for Kamura too," he hissed back, his face warped into a frown. "What's with the salt, lil' man?" Too late.
Loud humming noises indicated that two other vehicles weren't far behind them, and when Orin poked his head out of the window to take a better look at their pursuers, he barely managed to dodge a blast fired at his face. It left a scorching, painful mark on his ear, but he suppressed a yelp.
"Swallow the attitude and get that darned gun out!" he snapped at his brother. A sigh, but he finally listened. The dark brown Lycandros pulled out a fascinating Anti-Gravity rifle and with two plain shots between the Hover-Cars' frontal 'Pads, the chase was over. That easy. Orin leaned back a bit, enjoying that fact that he, again, could add another situation in which firearms bested melee to his list, just in case Zaide wanted to continue their never-ending argument about it.

Ember would growl, they had finally made it back to the base, Ember would hold out his card to the gate guard who waved him through. they would run to the command center as ember quickly walked up to the defense commander "Spies have infiltrated the city, Tried to kill me and Kidnap Zaide" Ember would hold his rifle "They must be based out of that command center, We need to destroy it while we have the chance" Ember would wag his tail lightly "Get Blizzard Squadron ready" Ember would look towards the gunfire in the distance, The wolf would quickly pull up a map, Showing images of several nearby ODPGs (Orbital Defense Platform Generators) "Aw hell.... they're targeting our MAC stations" Ember would show images of the orbital defense grid, massive stations shelling Seperatist ships "These are Orbital defense platforms, all that's preventing a total planetary invasion, The seperatists have slipped through already, but God help us if they break their Entire fleet past" hearing a announcement over the city PA "Achtung alle Bürger, Urteils Verzicht jetzt in Kraft, alle Bürger sollen bis auf weiteres in ihren Häusern bleiben und sich auf eine sofortige Schmuggel Suche vorbereiten" the voice said "Judgement waiver?" Ember replied, "Must be worse than we thought, We need to attack that base and stop them, NOW"

ORIN - They drove past the wreckage of Cu'Madr, and although the battle felt like ages ago - strange how time warped on missions with such diversity -, Orin couldn't help but stare at the massive pile of steel, intestines and old blood. Their victory was as impressive as it was baffling. No-one would've guessed that a tiny squadron consisting of three Spec-Ops and a flock of rookies were able to take out a genetically engineered tank in a dogfight that barely lasted half an hour.
The Darkwolf Legion was invincible, it turned out again, which made Orin secretly anxious about the semi-peaceful relationship between them and the Lycandros Republic. As much as he loved his homeworld and species, he knew that the new PD (Planetary Director) was no good. His nationalistic, somewhat narrow-minded view on the galaxy would set off the Darkwolf Emperor sooner or later, and that was when he and Zaide were to choose a side. But for now, he prayed that PD Horzman would keep his mouth shut until these Separatists were dealt with.
With the end of his worrying, they arrived at the Frostfall Outpost - finally, his backside was getting sore - and parked the magnificent Hover-Car in the hangar. The contrast between the burly, battered battleships and the polished, sophisticated civilian vehicle was kinda hilarious, Orin thought as they walked into the Control Chamber where the local Defense Commander was apparently awaiting their return. Strange, how could he know about the uproar downtown? Orin sat down in a metal seat in a corner and waiting until Commander Kamura was done talking, listening to the foreign announcement booming from the intercom, only to realize later on that this was meant for the town's citizen. When the two officers where done talking, the blonde canine got up again, wiped the blood from his nose on his sleeve one last time and followed his brother to the hangar. Time to move out.

ZAIDE - "I saw that you were paying close attention to Commander Kamura's conversation with that Defensive fella. Never guessed you'd be interested in military talks," Orin said to him as they walked down the hallway to the bay. Zaide didn't respond at first, not sure if this was worth responding too anyway, but after a while of remaining silent, he gave his brother a dull glance. "Ya want me to be honest, Orin?" he growled, his bushy dark tail making a slightly agitated swish. "I think there's a rat on this team, or, well, Legion. From the moment we set foot on this damned ball of ice, things seemed out of place. Sure, sure, that plan of yours was brilliant, but Cu'Madr was turned out to be piece of cake. And yet Rynths claimed that the Outpost had been in the line of fire for about three days until we arrived." His notched ear twitched, but after a quick look around he concluded no-one was dogging their steps. No eavesdropping snitches to worry about. "Something's out of place. It's like those foxes didn't even try to look for a weak spot or anything. Maybe they're in with the Separatists too.." The siblings took a turn left, away from the hangar, and stopped close to the Outpost's depot. Zaide groped around his pockets and pulled out a Datachip, glossing lightly when he held it in the light. "This chip contains some other evidence: the gunship never reported to Blizzard Base that they were taking a detour to the nearby town. However, they did send a notification to another unknown address.."
With every word that left his mouth, the dark Lycandros saw his brother's face frowning deeper and deeper. He didn't believe a word of what he was saying, obviously, but it was because he wasn't listening.
"We need to tell Commander Kamura about this and-.." Such a naive cub he was. "No." The furrow on His Blondiness face vanished, and a flabbergasted grimace took its place. "Don't tell me you don't trust your own Commander." Damn, he was so slow on the uptake. "Just because I don't like him a lot doesn't mean I don't trust him, Orin. This just isn't the place to tell him what I've seen. Besides, we can't use any terminals in the base, since that'll cast suspicion on us." Footsteps caught his attention. Oh hell no!

Ember would slowly walk up to the group, growling lightly "I suspect it too.... Yet you don't trust me?" Ember would growl "We're going to raid that place in 10 minutes, get your vehicles ready" The wolf would walk off, talking to some of the base personnel before walking back "Blizzard squadron is ready for takeoff, We're going to attack the enemy base before they try and take down the ODPs" Ember would look towards the aircraft prepairing to take off, ember would hop in one as the hangar door slid open, allowing the fighters to take off

ZAIDE - The Lycandros soldier turned his head towards Commander Kamura, who approached them with a light grimace. "I suspect it too.... Yet you don't trust me?" he growled, and Zaide twitched an ear in frustration. Yeah, this was exactly why he wasn't very fond of his leading officer; he either had a smart-as-hell source who whispered everyone's secrets into his ear, or worse, he couldn't just keep his muzzle of out one another's business.
"Yeah, I think it's quite sane not to trust anyone eavesdropping on your conversations," the dark furred lupine snarled, but his Commander had already continued talking and informed the two of them that the final raid on the Separatist Base would begin in 10 minutes. Zaide sighed and set aside his anger, saving it for a later fight that might or might not occur after the siege. Like he had stated before, he still trusted this Darkwolf, despite not liking his demeanor. Once the rebels on Frostfall had been dealt with, they would sort things out, his way..

ORIN - He wasn't too sure if he could feel safe around his brother anymore. As Orin and Zaide walked down the hallway towards the bay, the blonde canine couldn't help glancing at his older sibling every now and then. He felt like Zaide was enjoying himself and hating this job at the same time, or more specifically, hating being bossed around. Orin wasn't much for that either, but he knew that they were in good hands and that Kamura was a honorable man. Why his half-brother failed to realize that, was still a mystery to him.
When they entered the hangar, most of the Blizzard Units were already activated; the consistent buzzing of their engines overruled most of the voices and other noises in the bay. Orin walked over to Kamura's vehicle and hopped on, manning the second seat controlling the canons, as he had done before.
In the corner of his golden eye, he saw Zaide and his Quinterran comrade boarding a newer version of a Snowfighter, which still had glossing metal plates and a clean windscreen. That lucky bastard.. After the vehicles were identified and assigned to The Blizzard Squadron, they took off, flying into the freezing darkness that Frostfall had become.

The aircraft would fly out of the hangar, The were outfitted with gauss cannons and would shoot down several Enemy aircraft, The MAC cannons were visible from orbit, The guns were absolutely massive as their shots were visible from orbit, They would soon make their way to the base, Cu'Madrs still being produced within the facility, There was Sounds from past the door that could only have been made with factory equipment, along with roaring noises, They would walk up to the door, Hacking it as it slid open, Immediately Seperatist forces would fire upon them "TAKE COVER!!!!" Ember would dive to the side, shooting two with his pulse rifle, Several Blade synths were walking to reinforce the Breach, ember would punch one aside as he shot it in the back

ORIN - When they flew past the mountains and sky-high hills, Orin began to feel a little nervous. He'd done plenty of combat missions before, but when you're on your own with one or two pals watching your back, things were different. During those assignments, he never were to take down a base of GMO supersoldiers, or take the fight to a whole terrorist nation. Everything he'd experienced so far was simple. Bloody and full of action, but simple.
The Blizzard Squadron was plagued by massive shots from the MAC's above, which were hovering above the planet like massive, mechanical gods during the day of judgement. Every time Orin aimed a steady gauss blast at them, a cold shiver went down his spine. This was the power that these Separatists wielded. Most citizen had no idea how imminent 'those rebels' actually were. But he doubted they needed to know. Mass panic would even make their situation worse.
A huge building emerged from the frozen wasteland, several Spires - probably full of factories, laboratories and hangars for wolfless drones - and domes making it look like a fortress from the Ancient Times. Orin quickly fired at a R4V-3N and blasted out its core, making the black drone crash into their windscreen, leaving a huge crack. Great.
After evading and taking out several other aircrafts and drones, the Blizzard Squadron arrived at the Separatist Base, and miraculously, all of them were still alive. They'd dodged the massive blasts from the MAC's, and no R4V-3N's nor other speeders had managed to take them out. Orin sighed nervously as he got out of the vehicle and crouched behind the squadron, watching Kamura tinkering around with the blast door. In their power he trusted.

ZAIDE - "TAKE COVER!" Soldiers and Blade Synths poured out of the cracked blast doors, the former being mowed down by pulses as soon as they left their cozy Base. The latter, however, scooping one Quinterran recruit - not Rynths, luckily - and send him into the air, then tearing through his uniform and eventually ending his life after covering itself in his blood. Geez, those were some nasty GMO's!
Zaide pulled out his rifle and fired some blasts into the roaring maw of the creature, his angered snarl barely audible over the noise of the battlefield. He ran across the landing platform and dived behind some crates, then blasting a few Separatist soldiers off their feet. This was too easy! As well as any other dog of combat knew, some big guy would join them sooner or later, and he surely hoped it was a Heavy Synth instead of one of those horrible Cu'-whatever-they-called-'ems.
The dark-furred Lycandros barged through the blast door once he caught his breath, bashing enemies on the way like a Roughball-player. Hell, how he missed that sport. Such raw and manly-..
Chow!! A strong plasma blast hit him across the face. If it weren't for his helmet, his face had melted already, but the force of the blast made him stumble. Where.. what the..? Plasma guns were priceless these days, so he was probably dealing with the 'big guy' his gut had already warned him about. But where was that bastard?!

Ember was forced to cover, Seeing a quinterran get brutally killed, Man those GMO's were nasty indeed, One of the heavy ones would walk near the end of the room, A quinterran commander would yell to his troops as they lined up and did an advanced firing line with the Tanks "READY!!!!" He yelled, Ember would take down several snipers above them, "AIM!!!" Ember would see them aiming "EVERYONE COVER YOUR EARS!!!!!" Ember would look toward Zaide, Who got hit with the plasma rifle," ZAIDE!!!" Ember would fire at a crate, hoping it would be knocked in front of Zaide,The quinterran commander would point forward at the Heavy GMO "FIRE!!!" Ember's ears rang as gunfire engulfed the room in a large line , The rounds did only Medium damage to the heavy Synth "RELOAD WEAPONS The quinterran yelled, The GMO would reach to a large metal cylinder "RYNTHS, COME TO ME!!! GRAB THE ROCKET LAUNCHER!!!" The quinterran soldiers would Reload/Deheat their weapons as they Aimed again "AND FIRE!!!!" Yelled the commander as another stream of fire shot at the synths, The heavy GMO would suddenly pick something up... It was an Oil tanker, It would lift a vehicle above it's head as it threw it at the Quinterran tanks "WATCH OUT!!!! TANKER IS AIRBOURNE!!!" As the oil tanker rapidly flew toward the line

She was running on all fours towards the fight. She had been sent to watch them for a while but now it looked like they were in real danger. She tried to get there as fast as possible "Don't die, don't die, don't die" she thought. She looked around seeing dead Quinterrians. "Must be getting close" she ground to a halt as she saw a massive GMO coming right at her. She looked around and saw a crack between the defensive walls. She ran towards it just as the GMO picked up an APC and threw it at her. She just managed to slip in before it was able to hit her. She looked around and she then stood on two legs, ``Gotta get a way to get to Commander Kamura`` she said to herself while breathing heavily. Looking around she focused on a ladder to the top of the wall. She took the ladder up to the top of the wall. Pulling out a Tesla mine she threw it at the GMO from the vantage point. It hit the GMO shocking causing it to be stunned momentarily. She ran across the tops and saw... that they were gone. ``Damn`` She remembered over hearing the plans and heard something about a bunker. The nearest bunker was around the corner. She ran over and jumped inside the open blast doors ``They must be idiots to leave this thing open.`` She ran to Ember as she passed through the massive high-tech room. ``Operator Tesla reporting`` she said to him.

ZAIDE - Mayhem was the theme during this battle, Zaide found out earlier, and it got worse when the whole squadron made it into the bunker, where one of those nasty-ass Heavy Synths was mowing down the cannon fodder like a lupine from hell. Too bad for that bastard they brought a tank!
And too bad he had been overenthusiastic! When Ember Kamura called out his name, barely audible over the blasts and explosions around them, a tumbling crate knocked him off his feet, and when he hit the ground - face down, shit.. -, the tank already fired a massive blast, dangerously close to him. Zaide could feel the heat penetrating his armor, scorching his hide a little. The massive force of the blast threw him across the room and crashed him against the wall. Feeling too dizzy to fight, he just watched the Darkwolven forces take out the Synth. Hell.. At the same moment he opened his eyes, a oil tanker was thrown against their precious and life-saving line of tanks, causing an explosion so massive that a shiver went down his spine and he had to shield his eyes against the fiery lights.
When he was able to get up again, most of them were heading towards one of the Spires. Staggering like a drunken man, he followed the troops around, until they reached something that seemed like an abandoned control room. Suspicious.

ORIN - "You OK?" the blonde furred Lycandros asked his brother as they both arrived in the deserted chamber. "That looked like quite the fall.." Like he had expected, Zaide huffed and elbowed his helping hand away, mumbling something among the words of: "I'm fine, buzz off.."
Not like he cared anyway. Orin had laid eyes upon a female lupine who had just addressed Kamura. Something about Tesla was overheard, but he couldn't care less what she'd been doing in the mess back at the bunker's landing platform. No, she was way too.. Nevermind. This wasn't the place to swoon about girls. She was wearing her helmet anyway, who knew what kind of ugly hound was beneath it..
Orin walked over some yellow-screened consoles in the corner, where Zaide was seemingly tinkering around with the chip he showed him earlier. Again, this wasn't the time nor place to check the files out! Even if some Quinterrrans weren't to be trusted, it didn't look like the foxes were going to betray them any time soon. He frowned. Or were they?

"WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU?! COME WITH ME!" Ember would run with Orin and zaide to the control room, The wolf would slowly walk to the window, finding a button and pressing it, A plate would slide open, revealing a massive vehicle bay, Or factory for that matter, Cu'Madr's were being produced here, Organs being inserted into the walkers "Aw hell.... Worse than the Synths" Ember would back out from the window, looking at the facility schematics before giving further orders, Ember would turn to face the others "We're going deeper in, We need to destroy that vehicle bay and free anyone they've imprisoned"

ORIN - They followed their Commander through the Control Room, until they reached a window with turbid, bulletproof glass in it, with a black control pad next to it. After pressing the button in its center, the glass plate slid open and revealed a massive factory, with dozens of inactive Cu'Madr's passing by on the huge assembly-line.
His jaw dropped a little, and in the corner of his golden eye, Orin could see the bitter snarl on Zaide's face. His anger and disgust was even noticeable in his scent, if one couldn't judge from his face that the man was furious. Somehow, the business with Boss Drakis had left scars in his brother's soul that would never heal. His condition had improved over time - after his return from that dreaded mission, Zaide would freak out over a simple needle -, but as soon as an assignment involved GMO's, robots, laboratories and canines in white coats, the dark-furred soldier turned all grim.
"We're going deeper in, we need to destroy that vehicle bay and free anyone they've imprisoned," Commander Kamura ordered, finally causing the distraction that woke up his sibling. Orin sighed in relief. Good 'Father, he thought his bro was going on a rampage there. The menacing anger that had radiated from his body had vanished a little, and after saying the customary "Roger that." , the four elites headed into the bowels of the enemy's den.

ZAIDE - So who was the new babe? Still in Kamura's wake but ceasing speed to get closer to the female Spec-Ops, Zaide tried to take off his helmet, but soon realized that would attract to much attention. So he just dusted the weird groping around his head off and calmy walked beside her, his rifle still in his muscled arms.
"What a fight, huh?" he said in his coolest, relaxed voice, only cocking his head a little to seem casual. "This your first mission with the Special Forces?" Every word he said mattered. Zaide knew well enough that women somehow managed to remember every word you said to them, so especially if he said something wrong right now, he wouldn't get another shot.
Meanwhile, he could feel Orin's searing stare burn through his helmet's visors, almost reeking of jealousy. Heh, his poor little brother. How often he liked to forget that the early bird gets the worm. Besides, he was much more of a ladies man, right?

She was focused on where she was so much that at first she didn't hear the other wolf right next to her. ``Oh uh.. yeah but I guess but I wasn't around much for the fight and yeah this is my first`` she walked over to the other two and looked around. ``So what's all... the... fuss...`` She looked up to see large walkers with something being inserted into them? Are those... are those organs? ``Jesus! What the hell are those things?`` she pulled out a metallic staff it extended on both ends. ``Alright so technically I'm not supposed to be here I'm only supposed to be watching you guys but I just couldn't help myself.`` She said while scratching the back of her head... well helmet more like it. She looked around. She couldn't really see the others faces except for Ember's.

Ember would pull up a schematic, highlighting several Targets along the room "Target those tanks on the walls... And we can bring this whole place to the ground" Krysia and Zaide, You two plant explosives on the fuel tanks, DO NOT detonate them without my orders Take half of the Quinterran soldiers with you" Ember would look toward orin "And orin comes with me, along with the other half, We will go to free the prisoners" Ember would pull out his rifle, shooting a couple of enemy targets as they ran out of a door before turning back to the group "And watch your backs..." Ember would start walking towards the cell block "Good luck"

ZAIDE - Out of reach, damn it! As casually as he had approached her, she provided him with a bland, simple answer, obviously not aware that this had been the beginning of his flirt. The she-wolf sped up a little and walked over to his half-brother and Commander Kamura, leaving Zaide in her trail. He growled under his breath. If there was anything he hated after softies, bossy types, heat, cubs and rain, it was when females couldn't take the hint.
It wasn't her fault, but a reaction like that yelled in his face that she was beyond his league, wherever that was above of below him. Softy grumbling to himself, the dark-furred Lycandros joined the others, and fell silent to listen to Kamura's orders. Apparently, he were to team up with the new gal - Krysia.. now that was a foreign name, and it sounded neither Darkwolven nor Lycandros - and lead some of the local soldiers to the side of the factory, so they could blow up the sensitive tanks and bring down the whole damned building.
A violent plan involving mass destruction. Not really up his alley, but it would sure be one hell of a light-show. Zaide signed Rynths and some of his other fluff-tailed pals to tag along, and after briefly nodding at his blonde brother, he departed, making his way through the seemingly endless system of gleaming, black hallways.

ORIN - Not the most pleasant hike he'd been on, but the Separatist Base surely was a sight to behold, especially on the inside. Orin almost felt bad for tracking his dirty boots on the thoroughly scrubbed floor, and inspected every inch of the glossy ebony material it was made from. It gave the base a dark, mysterious look, as if the Separatists themselves believed too that they were the villains in this tale. Or maybe it was just a practical choice. It didn't matter.
Upon reaching the one of the prison complexes (Cell Block Tango), the blonde-furred canine could already smell the stench of blood and sweat on the other side of the narrow sliding doors, and heard some hushed whimpering from behind the other ones. He turned to Commander Kamura, looking up to make eye contact with the massive Darkwolf, and gestured at the cell doors.
"We don't want to make a scene. Do you know the way to the console that controls these cells?" he whispered, his ears still twitching and picking up even the tiniest rustle or beep. Once Orin was given to chance to get down to business - he preferred these rescuing-missions over major combat anyway -, he became all stoic and practical. Or so he thought.