[S] Team Waltz

[Burter]

PCs: Retane


Nothing note-worthy to put. Retane's group rp here

[Retane]

The mercenary moved along, quietly entertaining the events that had recently played out. He had been given the rank of General of a massive unit and had seen the fall and rise of Syntech's Commander's. Lucifer had failed to properly lead the army, allowing it to fall in complete disarray. The consequnce for his actions, or lack there of, was the impeachment of power and imprisonment for his ignorance. All of this was done rather quickly by the Elite known as Zarbon. It was a tactic that had his own unit's morale soaring and desire for war leaping off the charts.

"Retane", the deep tone called out, seeking his attention. The renegade sent a currious glance to Bradley, his assigned Lieutenant. The robot turned to his leader making sure he had been acknowledged and continued, "We're here."

Slowing his pace, the warrior looked around. Night had fallen, but the moon proved, as usual to the nocturnal warriors spite, to be an ample light source. The mercneary haulted knowing, that by the abrupt stop of feet pounding the moist grass into the ground, that his men had followed suit. Retane looked on, observing the area. A forest lay to their west and northeast. To their southeast, nothing but a sea of grass moving in waves as it follwed the hilled and dipped plains. This area would serve them well.

The namek began to turn to his soldiers but paused as he noticed Bradley hadn't stopped. Retane stared at the robot. He wore the skin and clothing of a human, but he really didnt seem to haave the common sense needed to actually fit in. "Bradley. What are you doing?"

The bald humanoid stopeed and turned at his name, "We are suppose to start building a tower when we arrive at our destination.."

"And we will, but first", the mercenary turned to his troup, "Get some rest." The soldiers were quick to disperse and prepared to do so, casually striking up excited conversations of the possibilites to come. Seeing the excitement and charisma of his men allowed a smile to creep upon his face. Oh how great it would be to spill the blood of everyone that stood in his path of victory.

The mercenary turned his eager gaze to his second in command, "Bradley! What day could we first hope to see battle with the foes of Syntech?"

The machine looked at him, with a simplistic smirk, "Day Three."

Fingering his rods with ecstasy and eagerness, he turned to his men who had heard the question and answer. Many of them expressed the same feelings and their grins and cheers told it.