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July 10, 2025:
Ginger Primary, Veilspun, Falcon.
Ira of Dragooned's clan!
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early morning sunrise, rising starkly across a no-man’s land forgotten in time. it sits between nothing and nowhere yet remains home to prospects, subjects, kids. they scrounge about as if this were a game rather than war, ignorant and ready to break. ( ‘ find me the best ’ you’ll get them, in time. )
the softened rays do nothing to abate the crimson slashed across the ground, shining brightly against the sand, dirt, rubble, and staining the mouths, knuckles, and knees of the others. ‘ again. ’ he calls, voice roughened with vestiges of sleep. ‘ keep fighting. do you think i’ll go this easy? ’
If I'm on that ship, you're on that ship.
At least two Indians have died on Ukrainian front lines, revealing the desperation caused by widespread joblessness.
“ ARE YOU EVEN able to make a flare? ” As always, despite being somebody without a face, Kazar shoots Mason a disdainful and judgmental look. “ I doubt it. Show me. And the impact of a charge doesn’t count. ”
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Three hours and many corpses strung along his wake, Kazar finally rounds the corner to Mason’s small nook in the wall, snapping his eyes shut and throwing up a biotic barrier at the sudden spray of energy that hits his face a la the Carbine held in the Phoenix’s hands.
“First of all, I would have thought myself distinct enough to not warrant getting shot in the face.”
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You probably shouldn’t be antagonizing the Protheans.
@dragooned replied to your post:
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T—TURNS AWAY!!!! “Ugh.”