Struck Talon

[wardeninexile]

[Post Battle of the Behemoths]

[1]

After the mission, Ranna is in the hangars, overseeing mechs with battle-damage being transfer from the Wolf dropship back to the White Chalice. There are some new additions - mechs painted in the Jade Falcon colors as well.

In fact, another young woman with sharp and refined features is standing besides Ranna, wearing a Falcon uniform, and a visible chord wrapped around her wrist. She does not appear to be restrained at all. Whatever a bondsman is to the Clans, it is not the typical definition of 'prisoner'.

See how they are doing?

[2]

Later, Ranna is by the Chalice comm console, a map of the planet on display. There are symbols all over the map, most of them have some form of Wolf or Falcon iconography attached.

She listens in to the reports, her expression calm.

Comments

[wardeninexile]

Matthew is as close to just gaping as a clanner could...

Ranna chuckles, "Perhaps a little more specific, Kamina?"

[demonofjeeha]

His enthusiasm stumbles in the face of actually having to define something.

"Well it's...you know...I guess it's my clan?"

[wardeninexile]

Ranna glances at Matthew, before continuing, "How big is this Brigade of yours?"

[demonofjeeha]

"We lost most of our members recently. They betrayed us to save their own skins, the spineless bastards. So right now it's just me and Simon."

Lost them in the tragic defeat of Kamina's pigmole fueled escape attempt, but no reason to share that.

[wardeninexile]

"Therefore, there is much honor and glory to be obtained when fighting alongside you, quiaff? High chance of being outnumbered." Ranna says even as Matthew seems to perk up at that.