To Feed the Worm God

[Noth Squadron]

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Dirk's left eyebrow perked up at the sound of Kade's excuses. It was obvious the man saw himself as some sort of superstar now that his knowledge is needed. But he didn't deserve that privilege -- that line of thinking -- yet. That's what the self proclaimed big boss of the Noth Squadron told himself whilst ignoring the bigger picture of all seven of his superiors and The Wild Hunt breathing down his neck with every decision that may or may not backfire at any given second.

"Inspection, huh?" he'd say, faked curiosity falling off his tongue and into the conversation. "Yeah, they do that. Did you bring anything fancy?"

A quick flick with the cigarette had bits of ash fall off the tip and on the table. Some managed to find their way to the ashtray, while others rebelled and went along with the cold breeze as the bar's sliding doors hissed open once more to let a passing raider through. They didn't look like Kendrick, but they did appear to sport the colors of one of the Drudes. "A concern for later" -- Dirk would think, though not entirely believing it himself.

"As for that outcast -- he'll come. This whole thing fits his portfolio to the letter. I don't see him wanting to miss this over whatever those fiends do on Kaarst." a small pause crept inbetween topics. "I heard they worked on modernizing some of their Valkyries. Little else."

He raised the cigar to his mouth. Fingers pinching the filter ever so slightly whilst taking one puff. Nicotine once again tickling the edges of brain. Then, the filter found itself crushed into the ashtray. Quiet sizzles wailed against the glass surface one last time before the embers fell quiet.

"I couldn't get much info on it though. I lack clearance, they said. It is safe to assume that we won't get to fly those beauties anytime soon." -- there was no actual sadness in his voice, just a soulless observation with a hint of sarcasm.

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