Aftermath

[Backo]

It was not even five minutes into the gathering and Eliza was already seeing why meetings such as this one were a rather rare sight. And whatever amusement there was on her face quickly disappeared when Valdez heard her name being mentioned by one of the Chrysanthemums. So much from staying out of the spot light it seemed. The orange haired Outcast closed her eyes and gave out a long exhale before looking down at her hip where a regular Detroit Munitions pistol stood ready. Out there in the cold vacuum of space it was her element, but down here on the station she didn't feel comfortable heading into a huge shootout, not one bit. She swallowed down with discomfort as if she was swallowing her own anxiousness and took a few steps forward.

"I would prefer it that if we end up plastering the walls with our brains we don't do it right here. I always pictured myself dying somewhere... nicer." she paused for a moment as her eyes darted across the room. The tension was definitely there, the whole meeting was a keg bomb just begging for that little spark to ignite it all into a huge explosion that would amuse the station bound Xenos and their supporters to no end. "So how about we get going with this little meeting of ours before somebody loses their nerve, makes a big mess and ruins the janitor's day?" Perhaps there was some wisdom in old man Muerte's decision to cease attending such meetings.

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Republic of the Sword and Sun