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Post by Damen Smull on Feb 7, 2017 14:45:12 GMT -5
Sarah walked over to him and held up a finger as if to say 'shut up' to him and repeated her words from earlier... "Sir, turn over your weapons right now. You will get them back as soon as you and the others - and yes, that includes Commander Smull here - are checked out at Medical; you have my word on it." Sarah's tone of voice and manner of speaking, she hoped, would convince the young man to give up his weapons for the time being. "Sir, the longer we stay out here, the faster we start turning into human popsicles and even though I'm from Detroit, I don't particularly relish that kind of feeling, so if you would please, hand over your weapons and come with us; you will get them back once your clear Medical."
Keeping eye contact throughout, Alex takes the magnum from his belt, takes out any remaining ammunition, and hands it over. "If one of you breaks it, you're all dead." He warns with a growl and a dark stare.
Leaning down to the ground, Damen Picked up the rifle, the shotgun and the knife. Standing back up slowly, he just looked at the man who gave Sarah Sharpe the Revolver. Turning away, Damen went to the back of the big military transport vehicle and opened up the bed. Carefully setting each weapon down inside. Closing the bed, he went around to the front and opened the driver side door. Stepping up, he looked at the two, especially the one who was giving the stink eye to everyone else. Clearing his throat, he would then say. "Well let's go then. And mind the space. It's going to be a little tight in here. So it looks like a couple of you will be snuggling in the back here. Now, Hurry up. We best get back before I run out of Diesel. Ms. Sharpe, you guys do have spare Diesel I can put into Chimera here? Would be a shame to have this machine just sitting empty off on the side of the road."
Getting in fully and getting situated in the cab, he would close the door. Thinking about what the man said for a moment, he would then lean his head to the side and say to him once he was inside. "Oh and for you...a word of the Wise. You threaten me one more time or anyone in this area...I'll make sure I will cut your tongue out and have you eat it. Do I make myself clear? You can kid around and make jokes, but threats...I don't take to kindly to them. Your not the only one who has seen the Evil's this world has dished out and still throw out at the living. When your taken as a Hostage and tortured for three years straight, come talk to me about Evil. Until then, Keep your mouth shut."
Turning the heavy military truck around, he would drive back across the McArthur bridge. Damen stayed silent as they went back towards Belle Isle. Coming back over, he turned the wheel slightly and headed for the Yacht club. "Ms. Sharpe, you might want to guide me to the Medical building since this is my first time here as well. Might as well get everything out of the way now so we don't get Mr. I want my guns in anymore of a pissy attitude as he already is."
"...We will not go quietly into the Night! We Will Not Vanish without a Fight! We're going to live on, we're going to Survive" ~Damen's Beginning for his Rally Speech
Alex kicks the 'commanders' seat then proceeds to flip him off. For however long he stays with this group, he probably isn't going to enjoy it all too much. This 'commander' was a jerk and he sure as hell wasn't finished with him just yet.
Post by Hannah Madison Emritz on Feb 7, 2017 16:24:50 GMT -5
From the west, the distant sound of a Rather Big heavy diesel engine was roaring from within the city heading towards the island. But coming with it was an aggressive snow front that was bringing a heavy snow storm. Hannah was shifting into another gear as she gently had the Truck avoid the wreckages that she avoided in the past when she was last in Michigan which was a few weeks prior. Grabbing the mic, she pushed in the button to her CB. "Belle Isle, Belle Isle, this is Goliath from Tamara's group. I am en route to Belle Isle and will be at the bridge in less then 10 minutes. I will Radio again when I am crossing the bridge, so please have the gates open when I am crossing over. Don't want to wait out here in the City. Emritz, out." Putting the Mic up on the CB radio, she was back to driving. She was wearing her Trench Vest with the hood up and her mask up and over the bridge of her nose. She had a pair of mechanics work gloves on for when if she had to get out of the rig and make a quick fix out in the cold. Her lever action shotgun rested in it's holster on her left thigh while her .45 ACP handgun rested in it's Right side thigh Holster. Tucked inside a holster in her shoulder holster was her M9 handgun. The wrist sheath with her throwing knives on her right wrist while her throwing axes rested inside the hem of the back of her pants. The CD player was playing Sabton's song, Into the Fire. Thoughts about her old group came to her mind if it was right of her to just up and leave the way she did. "Well, it's to late to think about that now....just got to truck on ahead. Plus with this bad snow storm on my tail, it doesn't help much." Shifting again, her one eye looked at the mirror on the passenger side. She was looking at the Trailer. It was following her lead without a problem so far. Roaring ahead, the truck wasn't going to hinder any time soon as she swirled snow away on either side of the rig, causing it all to plume upwards.
10 minutes later...
Hannah started to approach the bridge and she grabbed the Mic again. "Belle Isle, Belle Isle. Goliath coming up on the McArthur bridge. Get that gate ready to open. Got a very wicked Snow storm on my tail." Tossing the Mic onto the dashboard, she began to down shift rapidly to slow her speed. Now upon it, she turned the massive rig onto the bridge. When she straightened the full length of the massive Red Beast on it, she gained up her speed a bit so that she could hurry up across the bridge. The gate's weren't going to wait forever for her to cross. It's heavy roar echoed across the bay as it moved across it. Passing the guard shack, and once the back of the trailer was past it as well, the guards inside closed the gates. Keeping the rig steady, Hannah pulled up behind what looked like a military vehicle that just gotten there as well with it's passengers getting out of it. Putting it in Neutral and putting on the Air brake, the sound of air hissing out from the back of the truck was heard as she turned off the heavy Diesel engine. Opening the door, she had her hood up and jumped out of the Rig. Landing on the ground with her boots making a dull thudding sound. The former thief straightened herself up as she then slammed the door closed. "Mrs. Sharpe! You miss me ma'am?" Hannah would call out with a smile under the mask. Walking up to her, she would give the blonde woman who was the leader of Belle Isle. Looking at the three new comers, she would ask. "They seem a bit green here...especially the one with a sour expression." Hannah fixed her Black Leather eye patch a bit as she stood there looking at the young girl, a man with the Sour face and a man who was obviously Military.
Post by Charlotte Hartfield on Feb 7, 2017 17:20:16 GMT -5
Lottie watched as a woman was addressing Mrs. Sharpe... She seemed nice but Lottie wasn't always good with first impressions. Lottie tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear which must have fallen from her ponytail. She wasn't always good in theses situations...being surrounded by adults who gave off the impression that Lottie was just a 'naive child' or something to take pity on. Lottie wanted to prove that she was strong and brave...she may not be the strongest but Lottie had this drive in her. A determination to finish something. Lottie would strive until she could provide no more. Lottie shuffled her feet and rubbed her wrists, waiting for what orders she would be given next.
Post by Sarah Sharpe on Feb 7, 2017 18:18:25 GMT -5
Watching as both Alex and Charlotte climbed into the Chimera's back, Sarah was about a step or two from climbing into the front passenger seat when her handheld squelched and a familiar voice came over the radio... "Belle Isle, Belle Isle, this is Goliath from Tamara's group. I am en route to Belle Isle and will be at the bridge in less then 10 minutes. I will Radio again when I am crossing the bridge, so please have the gates open when I am crossing over. Don't want to wait out here in the City. Emritz, out."
For a moment, Sarah tried to remember who it was...then it dawned on her just who it was. "Hannah, we'll be ready. Belle Isle out," she said into her radio." Climbing up into the Chimera a moment, Sarah pointed towards a pair of diesel trucks and said, "Stop at those tankers and go ahead and fill up, Commander," climbing down from the Chimera; before she did that, she pointed towards Chris and added, "Hannah said she'd be here in about ten minutes; let's get ready to open the barricades when she does get here...."
10 minutes later.... If there was one sound Sarah knew from memory, it was the sound of a loud, roaring diesel; pausing to gauge the sound's loudness, she could almost... "Over there," Sarah yelled to Chris, adding "Let's get these barricades up and back down, okay?" In a process that took several minutes - and had Sarah cussing under her breath a few times for recalling the guards who would normally be out there - the two women had the barricades raised and then lowered, securing them so that nothing else could get onto the Island. Giving Chris a hearty pat on the back, the two walked back over to where the Chimera was and where Hannah's big old red Peterbilt had pulled to a stop at... Landing on the ground with her boots making a dull thudding sound. The former thief straightened herself up as she then slammed the door closed. "Mrs. Sharpe! You miss me ma'am?" Hannah would call out with a smile under the mask. Walking up to her, she would give the blonde woman who was the leader of Belle Isle.
Without waiting for a reply, Sarah walked over and gave Hannah the closest thing to a bear hug one could give another person. "Oh, its' good to see you, Hannah," she said, pausing as Hannah continued.... Looking at the three new comers, she would ask. "They seem a bit green here...especially the one with a sour expression." Hannah fixed her Black Leather eye patch a bit as she stood there looking at the young girl, a man with the Sour face and a man who was obviously Military.
Pointing over towards the Chimera, Sarah gave her a quick rundown of what had happened..."It's been a busy day, Hannah; we've already picked up," pausing as she did a quick head-count of everyone they'd picked up today, "about eight, nine people....as for the sour expression over there?" Sarah added, nodding towards Commander Smull, "I think we've all had a sour expression kind of day." Whistling to everyone, she yelled, "Let's head back where its' safe and warm, alright?" giving Hannah a quick hug before trotting back over to the Chimera and climbing aboard for the ride back.
Post by Damen Smull on Feb 7, 2017 18:47:37 GMT -5
As Damen pulled over to the Fuel tankers, he hopped out and rushed to them. Undoing the nozzel and the hose, he dragged the line to the M-ATV. Putting the Nozzel into the one tank, he began to fill it up. Lifting his head up, he heard the sound of a big rig rolling up. Raising an eyebrow, he saw the thin but somewhat tall woman jump out of it. Her and Sarah both hugged each other as if they knew themselves. Hearing being called Sour about himself, he shook his head and kept his mouth shut for a bit. The first tank was filled and he was starting to fill the second tank. "I'm only sour at the person who decided to act like a spoiled Child that didn't get what they wanted. Even if he did kick the Steel seats, I hope it hurt his foot then it did annoy me from the slight nudge of my seat."
Once he was done filling up Chimera, he closed the tanks and placed the Nozzel back into the Fuel Tanker. Climbing back into the Military truck, her heard the Heavy Diesel engine behind them Fire right back up and even caused the bullet proof glass on Chimera to shake slightly. The two vehicles rolled out and moved towards the one building indicated by Sarah. Pulling up in front of the Building, Hannah drove around them to the turn around at the end of the road. Her heavy Rig came rolling up on the other side of the street when it came to a full stop. Turning off both engines, both Drivers stepped out. But Hannah came out with a Scar-H assault rifle around her shoulders. Damen just shook his head as he did as he was asked to, which was to go indoors. Walking to the doors first, he opened the door for everyone. Hannah took up the rear as he noticed the eye patch on her left eye.
Stomping they're feet on the mat in front of the door so they didn't track in snow with them. The blonde that knew Sarah stood next to the leader of the group as she lowered her mask so that it rested around her neck. Lowering her own hood back to be behind her and shook her blonde hair a bit. "Hello everyone, I'm Hannah Emritz. I got two rules for all of you. 1, You show me respect, I'll show you the same respect back. For the second rule, number 2, If out on a run with me, you better keep up with me for I only go My speed. If you can't keep up, then stay on the Island. Sarah, there anything you want to cover with these batch? Cause I'm gonna go to the kitchen and grab something warm to drink since I've been driving almost a week straight now with barely any sleep. Think the Kitchen has coffee made up?"
"...We will not go quietly into the Night! We Will Not Vanish without a Fight! We're going to live on, we're going to Survive" ~Damen's Beginning for his Rally Speech
Post by Charlotte Hartfield on Feb 7, 2017 19:12:14 GMT -5
Lotties ears perked up at the sound of kitchen. Her eyes widened and she spoke up. "Kitchen?....any possibility the Kitchen is still serving food?...i know you guys have done enough...but...nevermind." Her voice went quiet as she looked to the floor. She took a deep breath and ignored the hunger.
Alex was the last inside the building and stayed silent whilst the woman spoke. He didn't like the rules that she was addressing to the group, he'd always lived by his own rules and he'd always lived through the consequences of a minor mistake of judgement.
The urge to punch Smull was growing by every minute that went past that he insulted and annoyed Alex. He didn't know his circumstances! But he sure as hell wasn't going to find out.
Post by Sarah Sharpe on Feb 8, 2017 3:32:46 GMT -5
Sarah, there anything you want to cover with these batch? Cause I'm gonna go to the kitchen and grab something warm to drink since I've been driving almost a week straight now with barely any sleep. Think the Kitchen has coffee made up?"
"Yeah, they should have some coffee and some coffee-chicory mix as well, Hannah; first, though," Sarah replied as all of them entered the yacht club building, "I need the four of you," pointing towards Hannah, Alex, Charlotte and Commander Smull, "to go get checked out at Medical. If you'll follow me, we'll get that out of the way and then we'll grab something to eat," remembering what Charlotte had said earlier while they were driving back. Switching on her radio, she keyed the mic and spoke... "Doc, this is Sarah; you got four people headed your way; get them checked out and cleared, out."
Post by Hannah Madison Emritz on Feb 8, 2017 7:58:19 GMT -5
After everything was said, her right eye looked over everyone to see about reactions on they're faces. Her eye fell on a guy who has been silent the whole time and had the look on it that he had better things to do and a look of annoyance. She was about to say something to him when the younger girl asked about the kitchen and about them still serving food. Looking towards her, Hannah gave a warm and friendly smile. "They usually do have something made up. Even if not, we can go to the fridges and pull out some left overs of the day." Turning to towards Sarah, she told her that they all needed to get checked out in medical. Nodding her head, it was part of the rules of the island. "Ok. The faster the better I guess. I'll lead them to Medical so we all can get this over and done with so you can Relax Mrs. Sharpe. Ok boys and girls, follow me and I'll show you all to Medical."
Walking down the hallways, her right hand would feel the wall as she could still feel the bullet holes that was barely patched up months prior. It was a bad time indeed. Against the wall, 21 indents could be seen as her fingers touch almost each one. They were defending the building from walkers that had spread from a dead patient. Stopping in front of Medical, she would point to it. "This be our destination. I'll get checked up on first so that you know what to expect." Hannah was looking down at the 14 year old with a soft smile. Stepping forward, she would open the double sided doors into the Medical room. Her eye fell on the one who Sarah called Doc. A man. Raising an eyebrow, she knew beggars couldn't be choosers. With a sigh, she took off her Trench Vest off and placed it on the back of a chair. Putting a foot at a time onto the same chair, she undid the laces on her boots and kicked them off. Undoing her pants, she was thankful that she was wearing her work out gear which was a workout bra, a black beater, and her black under armour boxer briefs. Most of her tattoos now visible as she stood there with her arms straightened up at her sides. Looking at the Doctor, she would say to him. "Hannah Emritz."
Back in the hallway
Damen was looking at all the indents that Hannah touched. Leaning a hand to it, he felt that they were deep holes that was plastered over quickly. He would say out loud. "Bullet holes. There was a battle in this building...wonder what happened here?" Bringing his hand back, he would cross his arms and then just lean up against the wall, waiting for his turn to be checked over.
Post by Charlotte Hartfield on Feb 8, 2017 13:16:34 GMT -5
Charlotte rubbed her arm nervously. Hannah seemed comforting and friendly, which is nice in a time like this. Charlotte shifted her gaze to Damen who was going on about the dents in the wall. Lottie soon became interested and grazed her fingers over the bullets holes. "Epic shootout i guess...wouldn't want to be the poor sod in this line of fire." She trailed on, imagineing a whole action scene in her head, with flips and explosions...lottie wasn't experienced with fights or weaponary herself, but she thought it would look similar to the movies. Well the truth is, Charlotte had only fired a gun once, as a practice shot....and with the kife, well she only used the knife for hunting and carving. She didn't have any experience in the field but she believed that if the time came for it, she would be able to handle herself. That's what she believes anyway...
Alex's stands with his back on the wall and his foot constantly tapping on the floors. It reminded him of the frequent hospital visits he had with his young daughter who would've been around Charlotte's age if she hadn't have had he heart condition. He shook his head, trying desperately to get the images away, and brought his hands up to grab clumps of his hair. He just wanted this check up to be over and for him to get his stuff back. Maybe get a small bit of grub from the kitchen when no one was around to watch him.
Post by Charlotte Hartfield on Feb 8, 2017 15:44:39 GMT -5
Charlotte looks around and notices the agitated look on Alex's face. "You okay Alex?...I don't think the checkup is that bad..." She asks with a soft voice. Lottie tightened her ponytail and waited for a response.
Alex quickly turns his attention to Charlotte, his eyes were bloodshot and slightly puffy. He then realizes that he's making a scene and straightens up.
"I-i'm fine... Just thinking about my daughter, that's all" he replies with a flash of a small fake smile to mask his emotions.
Post by Joseph MacMillan on Feb 8, 2017 16:49:39 GMT -5
Hearing the radio call from Ms. Sharpe, Joseph stepped out of the infirmary (where Dana was still at, resting from earlier) and walked quickly over to where the exam rooms where; seeing the group coming towards him and the assembled medics, he waved. "Over here," he said with equal parts friendliness and medical deadpan. Directing the other medics to get the others checked and cleared, Joseph - along with Natasha, one of Belle Isle's other medics - watched as one of the group stepped inside the exam room.....
Stepping forward, she would open the double sided doors into the Medical room. Her eye fell on the one who Sarah called Doc. A man. Raising an eyebrow, she knew beggars couldn't be choosers. With a sigh, she took off her Trench Vest off and placed it on the back of a chair. Putting a foot at a time onto the same chair, she undid the laces on her boots and kicked them off. Undoing her pants, she was thankful that she was wearing her work out gear which was a workout bra, a black beater, and her black under armour boxer briefs. Most of her tattoos now visible as she stood there with her arms straightened up at her sides. Looking at the Doctor, she would say to him. "Hannah Emritz."
"Joseph MacMillan,"he said to her, smiling briefly as he opened up his medical kit and removed a few items from it. "This is Natasha Scott, one of the medics here; I asked her to step in because - and this goes back to when I was a young GP in rural Utah - I make it a rule that whenever I'm in an exam room or any other potentially compromising position with a woman, another woman's in the room as well; it keeps things light and its' also just good policy as well." Beginning the exam, he said, "Okay, if you'll lean forward, I'm going to check your breathing and heartrate...."
Post by Sarah Sharpe on Feb 8, 2017 16:55:01 GMT -5
Damen was looking at all the indents that Hannah touched. Leaning a hand to it, he felt that they were deep holes that was plastered over quickly. He would say out loud. "Bullet holes. There was a battle in this building...wonder what happened here?" Bringing his hand back, he would cross his arms and then just lean up against the wall, waiting for his turn to be checked over.
"There was a gunfight here months ago," Sarah said quietly, leaning against the wall alongside Commander Smull, looking over at the naval officer as they stood outside the exam rooms in Medical. "Long story short: months ago, we had a group pass through here from the Big Apple on their way out west; during the course of their stay, one member of their group who was mentally out-to-lunch grabbed someone's pistol and tried to shoot up the area. In the end, the shooter was the only one who died; however, not only were there several injuries from the gunfire, but it also strained relations between our group and theirs. Keeping her gaze on the man as they stood there, Sarah asked, "So, where exactly are you from, Commander?"
Post by Hannah Madison Emritz on Feb 8, 2017 17:29:49 GMT -5
When Joseph introduced himself, he then also introduced Natasha. With a smile, she nodded to Natasha. "Good seeing you again Natasha. Me and Ms. Scott here are well aware of each other. She treated my injuries last time I was here and brought me back from the dead with the paddles. Glad to see that bizarre flu like...thing didn't get you. And I guess you'll be needing to note this for your Records Doc." Her left hand came up to the eye patch, and she made sure that her back was to the young girl. Taking off the eye patch to show the gun shot wound that she had sustained months prior. "Now tell me Doc, isn't this the most disgusting thing you ever seen or what?" And doing as she was asked, she leaned forward so that he could check up on her lungs and heartbeat. She was starting to feel better from her smoking days since she quit the nasty habit. Knowing what was gonna come next, she did the routine of Breathing in deeply and exhaling it slowly. But the Good Doctor would notice that her heart was beating a little faster then a normal person's. Like the heart racing when someone was either scared or terrified.
Damen
He turned his head to face Sarah. She explained briefly of what had happened in the very hallway. A frown slowly came across his face as he pushed himself off the wall and was now directly facing her. Many thoughts, Ideas and even questions came to his mind as he looked her in the eyes. But she asked him where he was from. Nodding his head, he realized she was changing the subject. "I'll answer a question if only you answer one of my own. I was born in Norfolk Virginia to two naval Officers. So it came naturally that I join the Navy. My brother went in the army. Go figure, the rebel child goes on a different path then the rest of the family. When things happened on Zero day, I moved up the coast from base to base until I made it into New Jersey. I was on my way to Maryland to find out about my family when a group of hostiles took me hostage. They made me and a few others they had captured into they're own slaves. For three years, I was whipped, cut, burned by they're cigars, and even beaten a few times across the front of my body, my arms and even my back. One night I was able to escape and made my way to New York where I found a group of survivors at Yankee stadium. Things started to deescalate there with hostile tensions. So we all scattered, not looking back. So I have traveled from New York to here, stopping every now and then to get some sort of rest in the M-ATV."
Looking at her, he would uncross his arms and kept eye contact. "Now my question, whats the deal with Hannah? When you saw her, you were overly happy in seeing her. Was she some sort of friend, former Group member or even....well...bluntly, lover? I just find it unusual that you greeted her with open arms like you did. I would have had her strip of her weapons first and then checked out first. But, my choice of action then yours Ms. Sharpe."
Taking the swab from the medic, Joseph lightly brushed around the eye, noting how well healed it appeared. After a couple more minutes, Joseph set his stethoscope and other equipment down next to his medical bag. "Well, there's nothing wrong that would keep you from being cleared, Hannah," Joseph said, making a few notes for later transcription; setting his equipment back inside the bag, he added, "Natasha, if you want to stay in here with her while she get dressed; I'll step out of the room and check on the others...nice meeting you, Hannah."
Post by Sarah Sharpe on Feb 8, 2017 23:21:02 GMT -5
"Fair enough," Sarah said, looking right at him, as Commander Smull told her of where he was from and where he'd traveled over the past few years; a brutal road by the sound of it. "Someone once told me, Commander, that we all have our own roads to travel and it sounds like you've traveled a rough one; well, you're safe here." Nodding towards the indents in the wall near them, she added, "Well, as safe as one can be in this day and age..."
Looking at her, he would uncross his arms and kept eye contact. "Now my question, whats the deal with Hannah? When you saw her, you were overly happy in seeing her. Was she some sort of friend, former Group member or even....well...bluntly, lover? I just find it unusual that you greeted her with open arms like you did. I would have had her strip of her weapons first and then checked out first. But, my choice of action then yours Ms. Sharpe."
Crossing her arms over her chest and leaning up against the wall, Sarah looked at the man and replied, It was a gamble on the weapons part, Commander; I figured with the weapons at hand, Hannah wasn't going to do anything rash...," pausing as she thought about one part of his question. "Hannah was someone I got to know well when she was here with the group from Rikers Island - they were formerly part of a larger group whose members included those at Yankee Stadium, but we weren't lovers, if that was what you were asking," adding, "not that I didn't have those thoughts at times, though. I've had my share of male and female lovers over the years, I won't deny that nor will I apologize for it, Commander. At the same time, though, I've found that when you treat people with respect and dignity, you tend to make friends a lot easier that way....
"As for my own roots," she continued, running a hand through her sandy-red/blonde hair, "they're part Filipino, part Motor City. I'm an American, but I was born in Quezon City, outside of Manila; my parents worked for GM's Philippine operations, so I pretty much spent my youth on the other side of the world. I often wonder," pausing to look away a moment or two before looking again at the commander, "what happened to some of the people I knew growing up, wonder if they made it, if they're still alive.
When my parents and I moved back here, I went to college, then got a job working here at what was formerly the Detroit Yacht Club, which in the day was the oldest yacht club, no matter what anyone else tells you. Now, I coulda' taken a job working in PR or administration, but I worked operations, learned how the docks out back work, learned about everything here. When the Great Panic began, the docks were closed, the island sealed off. A few months before, the military took over Belle Isle, setting up a mobile hospital, laboratory, field centers...all in an effort to stop whatever was spreading; all the military equipment and vehicles that you saw back near the Bridge, Commander....that was part of the medical effort they tried to mount back then.
"On Zero Day, the Island was practically running on its' own as panic swept the streets of the Motor City; for several months after, we hunkered down, rationed our resources and held off several attempts by people to cross the Bridge....it wasn't until the first winter that we finally could relax any. Since then, we've worked to strengthen this Island: from the outposts to the areas we've cleared across the river to preserving everything here on Belle Isle, we've tried to keep some semblance of civilization, some semblance of what we once were as a people, as a society. Maybe I'm just optimistic, sir, but I want people to know that here, we stood and fought, not just to survive but to persevere." Holding her hand out as if offering a handshake, she added, "I'd be honored if you'd join us here, Commander...we all would."
Shauna Kelly: That helped, thank you
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Ayita Hunt: dang, January was my last post.. Jeez it's been a hot minute. o7 guys, sorry for the complete disappearance, life got.. a little interesting this year.
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