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{ @G5Syncro }
            
            << dawg, pre-war skye wouldn't even be called, nor would stand a chance- >>

{ @ArnoMiles0013 }
            
            // << if I'm not going to make an idea gently inspired by silent hill, i'll also be mainly inspiring myself from cry of fear- >>

@-thiswarofhers hmmm, an interesting concept. Post war Skye: maybe, she'd still get traumatized but would be able to place it somewhere. If it were pre war Skye: hek no XD
            
            Still an interesting concept, would love to see it executed :D

[@-thiswarofhers] /    Good luck! I’m going to beat you up when you return, only because I can… >:)

@-thiswarofhers Ayo! good luck brother! we'll be waiting with baited breath!

@-thiswarofhers 
            
            Good luck on exams 

@-thiswarofhers hehe, ye ask and ye shall receive! xD

{ @g5_redguns }
            
            // << "sure did, and you ain't gon' do shit about it, ya lovable dummy-" >>

[@-thiswarofhers] /    “Now you’ve done it, freelancer!”

{ @cyber_hacking }
            
            << keep up with the questions, and people will take you for a cop. >> skye commented, letting out an amused hum as she took another drag from her cigarette. even though she had her reserves, she wasn't necessarily hostile. acccording to her own intel, "punk" was by no means a cop. << that's... at the bottom of my resume.  >> she addressed that hitman remark, although didn't seem like she took much pride in that.
            
            << i do take hitman gigs, but that's still a hefty price. however, when you want someone gone and you come to me... i assure you'll get your money's worth. >> skye explained, before sitting on one of the guardrails near the water. << but mainly... i help others with the disappearing act, should cops chase you. i also do street racing, they recently opened a new branch in the betting market of races in the grid... and i *sometimes* do "car on demand" gigs. you need a ride, open the app, choose what you want deliver, and you'll have your dream car in less than a minute. one of jordi's guys actually told be about it. >> she muttered out, smiling a little bit more.
            
            << as for me? well, if you're giving me a business inquiry, then blume brought me here. think about it, a city-wide surveillance state, an algorithm that flags people based on the *probability* of commiting a crime? most of the time, it gets that right. well, the price to pay to get away with crime in chicago is much higher than one could imagine. but personally? i'm... still trying to figure out what i want to do with my life. >>
            
            // << i'm sorry, I HAD TO- >>

[@-thiswarofhers]
            
                 “Not at all, it’s just that I do happen to have bumped into you,” she scoffs. The blonde was looking through whatever information she had on Skye, it’s possible that she’s not seeing everything. It wouldn’t be surprising if some info was hidden somehow, much like a lot of people the punk comes across. “Oh? A hitman… how nice of you.” She mentions before turning the phone off and placing it in her pocket. “You’re an interesting one so far, Skye. What is someone like you doing in Chicago?” 
            
            /    Lmfaooo, defalt fangirl—

{ @cyber_hacking }
            
            // << imma def go for the biker hitman fixer persona with skye- >>
            
            << what's it to you? >> the biker questioned in a neutral tone of voice, lighting up a cigarette. she was near the waterfront of chicago, and looked like she was on a smoke break. she was a reputable getaway driver, decoy and even street racer. if someone needed to lose the cops, then they call people like her. she can be called at a decent price if someone needed a getaway driver ready before a heist, though if someone needed her in an emergency then the price of her services would go up. if they needed her services as a hitman, however, the price would be much higher, though with her, you'd know she'll get shit done.
            
            << well, can i help you? >> she asked, unsure of cassandra's intentions. for all skye knew, this girl with the mask knew her real name. to the cyanette, she seemed like a defalt fangirl.
            
            // << i'm def inspiring WD!Skye from baby driver, the biker from hotline miami, ryan gosling from drive, and mr nobody from john wick- >>

{ @cyber_hacking }
            
            // << HOW DARE- >>

[@-thiswarofhers] /    NERRRRRD! /j

{ @G5Syncro }
            
            // << MATE, HEAR ME OUT - MY MUSE IS GONNA BE THE GRANDCHILD OF GARRICK OLLIVANDER, EXPECT SOME WANDLORE- >>
            
            << AND I APPRECIATE IT MAN, I WISH THE SAME FOR YOU TOO >>

@-thiswarofhers 
            
            He coughs slightly looking up at her. "T..thank you." He says between breaths as he shivered against the cold of the wind. It did not take long for MEDEVAC to arrive as they transfer him back to the base. 
            
            There they add extra things to get him comfortable. They add a robotic arm and leg to him and allowing him to rest. A few hours pass before he would awake again. "Ugghh my head." He says as he begins to sit up 

{ @-F0r-SuperEarth- }
            
            << shit, so all these heaps of scrap, that was all you? hey, like i said, if you can fight off a horde of automatons, then you can get through this easily. you just gotta stay with me. >> skye uttered out, as she gently placed the helldiver in a much clearer area as she began to tend to his wounds. her first step was to stop the bleeding. she had to apply what her former partner taught her. she swiftly got the tourniquet out of the ifak and tightened the tourniquet high on the helldiver's thigh to stop the bleeding from the femoral artery and another tourniquet to stop the bleeding from the arm. next, she checked to see if there were any other wounds other than the detachment of limbs. assuming that only the missing limbs were the issue, she then applied the sterile dressings over the stumps before securing them with rolls of bandages over the wounds. afterwards, she then administered a pen of battlefield painkillers and stabilizing compound to mitigate the bloodloss and other pain that came with the loss of limbs. hopefully, she managed to stabilize the helldiver on time. << there you go... you'll be okay. the worst has passed. now we just need to wait until the MEDEVAC arrives. >> she assured.

@-thiswarofhers 
            
            With shallow breaths he turned to look at her. He felt a small form of comert knowing she was there. "N..no survivors only b...bots." he says weakly as she tends to his wounds. 
            
            It was clear judging by the debris around the battle was intense. And for one lone helldiver to cause this was quiet surprising. "Not fabricators d .....destroyed won't....b...be a problem now." He tells her letting her know that this immediate area was safe from automoton prevense. 
            
            But it was clear he was fading slowly his grip on life slipping slightly as he coughs up blood. If she did not work fast he would leave the land of the living .

@-thiswarofhers now THIS is already looking mighty fine brother! Keep it coming (but please don't overwork or stress yourself, take your time :D)

As Skye got to the center point of the 3 locations a freezing chill, unlike the freezing environment, was creeping up her spine. It almost felt like she was being watched, observed, hunted, the feeling never stopped even for a second.
            
            A column of smoke could be seen to the north but the source couldn't be seen due to a snowy hill blocking the view further on. Shortly after a massive blue gas cloud covered the location to the South-West, estimated radius was around 200m.
            
            Before much later, as if coordinated, multiple explosions could be heard from the South-East. Looking through the zoom function revealed multiple mortar impacts, that laid waste to what is now a hole and used to be a building.
            
            Dread filled the cyanette fixer. The only location that remained un-bombed or still intact even would be the site to the North. Right as the fixer was going to move Northbound however, a Mortar Shell like projectile landed only 3 meter from her position. Luckily it didn't explode, but instead opened up to reveal some kind of chunk of flesh with the logo of the Free Legion tattooed on it. Perhaps some kind of warning? Or maybe a scare tactic?

{ @TimeWardenG5  }
            
            skye began to mark down the possible areas of investigation on her TACPAD, before taking the helmet off her belt by pushing in the carabine, before placing it on her head, properly sealing it to her suit. her helmet fully booted up and synchronized with the data inputted to her tacpad and could now see a holographic representation of the marked region on her augmented interface, she already calculated the expedition and knew she had to pack additional equipment to last out there. when the old man thanked her, the fixer raised her hand as if to say 'it's okay, don't mention it.' << it's the least i can do, sir... you don't need to thank me... >> she assured. << if you excuse me, i must get ready. >> she uttered out. despite the apparent coldness her helmet and tinted visor gave off, the man knew better.
            
            moving on to skye who just finished packing up the supplies on her snowmobile which, at this point, became her personal vehicle issued by the ranger corps. at this point, she was ready to leave until she was stopped by the grandson. seeing another hand made the fixer quickly gaze towards the person, as she recognized the same person who ran the stand where she had that discussion with the elder earlier. when those words of caution hit her, a chill shot through her body, but visibly she didn't seem that fazed. her head tilted downwards in thought. it felt like a threat, but at the same time, the worst she could face were the legion and its allies on this planet. she didn't disregard the warning, but didn't let it make her panic, either. << i am hell bound, either way... even so, i'll be careful. >> the cyanette replied to the grandson in a soft tone of voice, giving him a reassuring nod. now, she was ready to leave the citadel.
            
            // << hey, don't mention it, lad- the pleasure is all mine! >>

The Elder was elated with the news, the cyanette retrieving his book may as well have made his entire day just that much better. "Thank you, miss. From the bottom of my old and fragile heart." 
            After those words were said, the elder pointed out the full route they took from the Gauss Crater (the landing zone used to get on Glacis by the family) all the way around the city-state of Garuda, in order to not get taken in for questioning on how they got to Glacis. Eventually he pointed out 3 possible location that were close, since it was night time when they had to escape the 'abandoned building' his memory was a little foggy on the exact place.
            
            -- A moment later, the point of departure. --
            After handing the cyan-haired fixer some travelling supplies and rations for her journey, the old man once again thanked her for doing this. 
            Right as the Fixer wanted to start her snowmobile a hand stopped her for enabling the clutch. The grandson who had dark brown hair and brown eyes with a slight malnourished face and a long grey snow-coat on, was stopping the fixer from moving.
            "Miss, thank you for doing this for my gramps. But please, if it becomes too dangerous or you feel an immense sense of dread and despair... T̴͍̹͚̐̿͝U̷͍̞͌R̵̭̭̥͛̈́̋Ņ̵̛͓̤͘ ̷̨̝̻̎̐B̷̻̔̆A̶̭̼͗C̷̩͚̓̊ͅK̶͓̈̒ "
            
            His face looked immensely pale as he spoke those last words, almost as if death itself had taken possession of the grandsons body. Before leaving he muttered something but not much could be made out from it except for one sentence: "Watch out for the White Death."
            
            The drive would be a day's worth of travel if done at full speed, however taking it slow and safe would take a day or 2 to reach the 3 location's center point, from that center it's an hour long walk to get to each and a 2 hour walk from one to the other. 
            
            ||Mate you do not know how much inspiration is going through my mind right now! I need to do this more often! THANKS!!!||

@-thiswarofhers Happy christmas, brother! and a Merry Glacis Day! (ice planet for christmas, YEEES!)

@-thiswarofhers 
            
            Merry Christmas friend 

merry crisis 

{ @ashadan_ic }
            
            skye took a moment to think whether or not she should trust this stranger, but if anouke says that she didn't come here by mistake and the readings of whatever she was looking for were concerning, then the fixer had to see for herself. so, she used her free hand to quickly take the scanner out of the woman's hands, while she was her blaster trained at her in case the latter tried to retaliate. she quickly glanced at the scanner and there was a strong signature being picked up. << what's it scanning for? >> she asked.

@-thiswarofhers 
            
            “ Lost? I don’t get lost. On the contrary I was looking for someone or… something. Just giving off some alarming readings. It led me through here. You can look for yourself. Take my scanner. My hands will stay right where they are I swear.”

{ @ashadan_ic }
            
            << as long as you can give me a damn good explanation and not do anything stupid while you're at it, then this misunderstanding will be over in no time. and please, for the love of everything, don't give me that "i got lost" excuse. it won't stick here. >>