The Fontana Summit

[Caliban]

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Amidst the colorful bunch of ships donning both flags of the civilized and the underworld, this Valkyrie looked fairly out of place. The landing procedure was accompanied by the engines' low hum. Scratches across the hull and 'tattoos' covering the hull's former Rheinland motifs with those of a renegade were most prevalent. And yet the pilot proved to be nothing short of an enigma. The man was fairly bulky, hiding his physique under a long brown coat and head with what seemed like a helmet with an opaque 'V' shaped visor that shined with streams of information.

His feet were heavy against the metal floor, resonating with every step against its surface that were taken towards the Summit. Five, probably ten minutes in and the mercenary would finally walk into the room without saying anything at first either out of anxiety or by the mere intent to not disturb the others who have arrived before him. His optics hounded for a place to sit - a more distant chair with his name written next to it. "Figures" he muttered to himself under the sealed helmet. A mere mumble to anyone else hearing it.

"Cozy." - Caliban said as he took his rightful seat at the table with a rather laid back stance. Not because he felt like being disrespectful to a meeting like this, but because the space required to have proper posture was limited and ever so slightly uncomfortable. There was a subtle static in the way his short-lived statement flowed. Mechanical, even.

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"Test the sharpness of your sword against another. And when that is not enough, unsheathe your cunning as the hidden dagger that ends the fight."

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