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Quin stood far outside the heavily guarded rogue camp with his cloak pulled back. There was no need to hide anything now. He came to finally repent for what he had done. He didn't know what to expect of his old 'apprentice'. Riot had surely made a name for himself since the whole incident begun. King of the Rogues was not so shabby at all. Something he himself nearly achieved. But madness took him at the finish line and that caused the loss of many good people.

His eye patch clicked as the camera lenses rotated. It was habit to survey the area before entering. Saga, his ZOID, hid under the sands quietly. It had been trained to appear to not be there in the case of an emergency. All the data collected from the patch was immediately sent to the ZOID for evaluation... and in return the ZOID sent back all the data required.

This was quite an illusive camp to find. Although it was the largest collective of Rogues on the face of this planet they did well to hide themselves. Quin, luckily, could always track it. The tattoo of a Chimera that Riot bore was like a homing device, so Quin was able to avoid and find Riot whenever needed. This came in handy because rumor on the street was the Riot was in fact looking for him. This made going to the market a pain. Any one recognized him and it was over. Luckily no one had been able to.

He looked up toward the rising sun, positioned east just behind the camp. Mentally he want over many scenarios that might take place during this encounter. Everyone had heard of the gang being wiped clear off the planet by The Judge, but there was no rumor of any survivors. No one even knew that Adam Miller, if that is is real name (Quin had become suspicious), had escaped the camp. THOUGH technically he was not an official member of the gang. Even though he now bore the unique Tat of Lacky's. Maybe Riot thought he was dead too. Maybe he could go on living in the shadows and under the sand....

Quin paused in thought. No, that sounded like a dull and cowardice life. Never be seen again by anyone. No respected Rogue would ever do that. A good rogue knows when they have done wrong. The military scum constantly over looked this detail.
It was just hard to comprehend, having to admit being wrong. Mostly because the coast of being wrong this time was severe. And he had fought so hard that he kicked his own brethren out of the gang for being right in the end...

It was so complicated....

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"Oi, Riot Sir, there be some strange man sittn' out side ove the camp here, on de west side. You want we should take care ove 'em fer ya?" The Ogreish man approached Riot's tent with the most respect and determination. They were careful with new comers approaching the tent. Some might be new recruits and other... military scum. But when it was questionable they all had to ask Riot on what to do.

Especially after the last incident...

"Oi, well, About yay high" The man held his arm up and continually adjusted the height. Honestly he didn't know anything other than it was a shady character... no one had gotten near it. Finally he settled his hand about 6' 5" from the ground. Not correct, but a good guess. "I think...."

He shook his head. "I'm really thinkn' military sir, S'what the men are beliven' too. Republic maybe... eh's hidn' somethin' either way.... "

He withdrew a dagger from his belt with a grin. "We can take care ove 'em fer ya, like I said.'e Ain't got no ZOID."


Quin looked at the camp and took a deep breath. His hands clenched in a fist than relaxed. All the time he took breaths from the nose, a breathing technique he had learned and found useful for keeping his cool. He puled up the cloak and begun to walk forward. From what he remembered of Riot, he was not always to be the shoot first identify later. He was more merciful than he let on sometimes...

The desert wind kicked up flicking sand up in his face. TO prevent the sand prom choking him he pulled some of the cloth over his nose and mouth and ducked his head down.

Using his communicator he sent a message to his ZOID to remain hidden until the signal. He was sure nothing would go down, but it was wise to make a back up in case.

As quin approached the front of the camp he could unmistakably make out the pink hair of his former apprentice. The pink stood out among the desert sands like a woman with turrets at a mute man convention. A quite sigh past his lips as he drew closer to the king of bandits.

So how exactly do you apologize for the deaths of so many good men? How do you admit to being wrong? He would soon find out. It was best not to dwell on it and let the right words come on their own.

He took another deep breath. The 6' 3" man stopped a couple of feet away from Riot. His facial features clear, from the odd eye patch to the fresh scar on his face. Raven hair whipped about in the random gusts as his yellow eyes shot a glance right into Riot' own.

"Riot... good to see you have made a remarkable name for yourself." He spoke quite boldly. Though there was some sadness in his voice, there was no fear.

Ander only stood there and watched as the fist was tightened at his former pupil's side. He knew what was going to come next and he would accept the punishment without a flinch. Ander Quin straightened his posture and took the hit.

It was surprising how much stronger the little guy has gotten, but it was to be expected. The force of the hit caused his head to be knocked in the forced direction and his jaw to come down hard on his tongue.

Before straightening his head he spat some blood to the ground and looked back at Riot. He must have thought he died in the Judge attack on their former base. Ander was lucky that a punch to the face was all he got for what he had done to him and his former gang. Lacky, Nor... all of them gone because of his hardheadedness.

"Forgive me..." He spoke quietly as he hung his head. "You were right."

"My previous actions have proven me unfit to be a leader...." He took a step to be at Riot's right side. His hands were clasping his elbows behind his back as he approached. "But with my experience I can surely aid you..." And with a deep breath he decked Riot across the back of his Shoulder. Something that he used to in the old days.
"It would be an honor to put it formally..."

He looked on as the ones who had been in the old Chimera gang before the split looked on him as though they were looking at a ghost. These were no doubt the smartest of men to follow the pink haired menace.

"...Don't let it get to your head..." He leaned over and whispered that into Riot's ear so that the other rogues would not hear. Though they did look on wondering what was just said. "It'll make the pink less noticeable."

(( :: clears the air with a fan :: Foul... D:< JK farts happen. XD ))

Ander shook his head. He had not really changed all that much since they had split up the gang. This was going to be an interesting change in scenery for a bit. Ander looked up into the crowed to see an amusing variety in the reactions of the rogues. The ones in his former gang especially who had mixed feelings about this. Some actually looked down right pissed.
Ander rubbed the odd hand shaped burn mark from under his cloak nervously. (By now the thing was starting to itch and blister) This reaction was something that he had known to come, but it still brought to his mind the betrayal of his own family. Though he did try to hide this feeling by attempting to give Riot another thump on the back.

"I found some interesting information while I was in the black market wast of here..." He looked over to his stumbling friend. "This should wait until we are not so..." Ander gestured to the mixed emotion crowd with his head. "in the open..."

Ander rolled his eyes at Riot's sarcasm. Nope, he had not changed one tiny bit. Not even in size. He knew that they would eventually get over having him back in the clan, but it was more of a personal issue with himself. He let every one of his former gang down because of his hotheadedness.

As Riot let him back to the tent Ander took note of every rogue that scowled at him at the pass by. These wore the people he would have to regain the most trust. Or avoid lest there be blood shed, and not his own.

Once in the tent he looked about at all the nice collections that Riot had accumulated. Gold, statues, rare ZOID bits. For such a short man he was quite talented at his skill. Ander shook his head and chuckled. Once he was sure they were alone in the tent he folded his arms across his chest and glanced down at the pink haired menace before walking about the tent looking at all the neat loot Riot must have claimed personally or for the most part found amusing enough to look at.

"So I hear that there is a shipment going from the Republic territory to the Imperial lands. " He unfolded an arm and tapped his chin as he inspected a statue of a wolf on a wooden crate near the end of the large tent. "A nice shipment that would be worth looking into. Bunch of weapons and high tech supplies." He turned around to face Riot. "Very valuable, but a shame it should have to pass through this desert." Ander folded his arms across his chest again. "I heard they are placing a couple of rookies in charge of this shipment. Which would make this a perfect opportunity for us to make some easy weapons and cash." He paused and wondered if he had told anyone his brother was the Republic General yet? "And if anything you can send your brother a thank you card for sending you such wonderful gifts"

Ander gave a huff at the 'my boy' comment. The annoyance lasted only as long as the huff did and he gave a grin. Riot had not changed, at least not something that would be noticeable to one who was not close to him. Rito was a good leader, always had it in him and now he was one.

"So you are in than? Looks like you can use a good stretch and run. You've gained so much weight." Ander joked as he took a seat near the desk. He rest his arms around the back of his head and his leg over one knee. No doubt some odd yoga pose.