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[warandpeace]

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For those that were in Avelle for the past week, has anyone here noticed the crash?

Or the significant lack of coverage or aftermath?

I have concerns. Perhaps it's a lack of acquaintance with the local culture, but it seems unusual to remain silent when something wrecks into one of the city's main resources. That we are also strangers here reminds me that makes us very prone. We may be in their records now, but it is as simple biological resources.

We're going to have an important figure on board. It might be sufficient to secure our safety. But I am curious about that crash.

[He clears his throat. Moving on.]

Do you have the equivalent of an R&D team? A group that I can propose a project to if I give them the specifics? It would take a bit of work but in the long run I think it would be beneficial.


OOC: Linking to the crash info for reference.

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sorry miler.....

[rraidergirl]

And if they decided to do this now, we're right in the middle of it all, aren't we. I do see how paranoia would recommend itself.

[ She considers it a moment. ] I have to admit, this is a first for me. Before I was on the Moira, I.

[ The words stop, stick in her throat. Only for a moment, but it's a noticeable moment. ] I was shipwrecked on an island. It had been taken over by this... this cult. The Solarii. Survivors of other shipwrecks. They were utterly ruthless, either join them or die. Some they didn't even offer the choice...

[ She had rather lost her original point. The air in Avelle was thin, compared to Yamatai. Even the stink of the river didn't claw it's way into your lungs quite the same as the stench from the shanty town at the base of the mountain. Lara realizes, vaguely, that she'd stopped walking. Her hands clenched in fists. ]

They weren't a militia. They were just monsters. [ And she can't find it in herself to be sorry for the way she butchered them. ]

[warandpeace]

You're right. They weren't a militia.

[Some places were definitely more cults than militias. The more he thinks back, the more that seemed to be Big Boss's way of thinking. An ideal that he nearly agreed with, in the way that a son of a war torn country would want to end cycles of revenge. But Big Boss... well, he was just full of himself.]

In Latin America, many of the countries didn't have organized military. They couldn't afford to dedicate the spending to them. So they relied on militias and guerrilla warfare to stave off invasions or to reclaim their rights when political control became aggressive. I worked there as an instructor for a long time, helping civilian troops.

It's a fine line, though. One that's too easy to toe. Sorry that happened to you.

[rraidergirl]

[ Her gaze had slipped, somewhere off in the middle distance. She turns it back to him, focuses intently on what he's saying. She grimaces at his apology, shaking her head. ]

It's fine. I'm fine. [ Both the truth and a lie. ] We should get back to the ship, yes?

[warandpeace]

[He does feel bad. As much as he's grown older now, he does hate to see a disappointed woman. And she looks like she's been through a lot.]

Yeah. That's a good idea. You did good work back there. Moved quickly. [Just to remind her that she's still pretty good, even if she's had trouble.]

[rraidergirl]

[ She manages a smile. ]

Thanks. Having a distraction was nice