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After his meeting with freakishly scarily civil ZOID All-Father, and recovering movement in his right arm, and not wincing every time he decided to breath, it was whispered that perhaps he should go to this place and meet up with his old partners. Whispers. Rumors...That sort of radio chatter that he plugged into at night when he had nothing better to do. The Ancient Zaberfang Zoid that was in his company opted out for this little side mission. It was going to stay put for now and wait for Talon to return. It apparently had to show him something still.

Desert gave way to Grasslands. Grasslands gave way to thick forests. The Green Tyrant blended in quite well to the thick, verdant trees and underbrush with its camouflage pattern. As for the meeting spot? He figured it would be where some shady person was standing round with that blue dragon organoid. Yep. That looked like the spot. Really, he made a wild guess, hid his Zoid in the underbrush out of habit, and made his way over, his rifle strapped to his back.

The blond man frowned when he saw it was just another cloaked figure with a blue organoid. He wasn't surprised. This sort of thing was expected. More cloak and dagger, more mystery, more shocking reveals. And no doubt he would get chewed out for not wearing his uniform. ( Seriously, he's been in the desert for months now. The uniform is trashed by this point. Even his fatigues are getting fatigued. ) With a quirked brow, and the crossing of his arms over his chest, PFC Talon wearily approached with a MOE on his left shoulder cooing in his ear.

Did he say a greeting? No. He figured this sort of thing was and should be handled by the 'hero' type. He was just some grumbling fool that got caught up in stuff. And chances are, he didn't really want to know what was going on.

It was all her fault anyway. Though which 'her' at this point was up for open debate. Really. It boggled the mind.

And here they were, right on time. The blue organoid stood tall on its hand legs as its forearms curled close to its chest. They were an odd bunch, the third one was likely still either recovering or Rish had purposely delayed her arrival. Regardless, orders were to continue without the female if she was not present when the other two arrived.

So, a warped genosaur and zaber fang? Both fitting for their owners it seemed. The strong silent 'hero' type and the founder of the lucky bastards club. The rugged cloths he wore were proof he had been though a lot, never mind the accounts had been witnessed first hand. A wonder he didn't have a severe mental condition yet. Than there was the polished and appropriately dressed hero. Expensive blades, a rich fellow for a bounty he had been given against his will. Rish must still find that amusing...

The organoid's golden eyes flashed as he inspected the small troop. A clasp of thunder rolled over the horizon.

"What a group of survivors... She must be getting soft. Usually she adds her mark in plain sight rather than a place so easily hidden." The man pulled his hood back and gave the duo another look over with deep golden eyes. "Let's get this over with so you can get back to your precious general..."

This was going to be an interesting mission....

Hearing the man speak, Shun raised his brow. It wasn't hard to figure out who he was referring to there, considering the mention of the mark. There was also something a little familiar about the voice, but he soon found out why that was as the figure before them proved to be no other than Ander Quinn. He was unaware that the man was supposedly dead (again) so he didn't have too much of a reaction. But, it did have him wondering just what Rish was up to exactly, given her position in power and whatnot.

As Talon spoke up, he glanced over at the ragged man. It wasn't hard to see that the guy was in a rather poor mood right now. Then again, Shun didn't entirely feel that Rish was exactly 'precious' either. It was his duty to protect and serve her, but that was about it. In any case, he didn't have anything to add to that bit.

"What's the agenda then?" he asked quietly.

He shouldn't have found the responce amusing. But he did. Ripping throats out? Telepathy? Sounded like a normal female to him.

Oh, he was talking about the General and not The Iron Judge. Anyone could make a mistake like that. Really.

The dino on his shoulder growled and hooted, earning a pat and a scratch behind the proverbial ears. A calculated distraction just long enough to cure the poor human of it's fit of laughter. Its human seemed to be listening now. Quite carefully too by the way he was standing.

A point destroy mission. Fog points. On all the bases regardless of faction. Talon wasn't sure he should approveor disaprove. But he was quite sure that this was a personal attack, and a calculated one, to garner the attention of a very unforgiving being.

That nagging feeling of doom was itching again at the back of his mind. A heavy sigh escaped as a sane laugh bubbled from beneath his breath, "Right. Well, what else? Surprise attacks on our own faction, followed by ones on The Republic's sure will garner the Press' eye. " and direct the attention to the Rogues, poor innocent blokes. Clever General. Someone should send her anonymous flowers for this little stint.

"Was it shared what We, " Talon gestured to Shun and himself at this point,"will be taking out, exactly? Marked points are nice, but I would feel less ... Blindly following into a trap set up by my commanding officer if I knew what it was. A communication malfuntion might mess with sent data. The less chance of screw up, the higher m-- our survivability will be."

He could be stalling. Talon wished he was. " It isn't that I don't trust you, Ander, " Talon said, shifting from foot to foot and glancing at the dragon behing the practically imortal man, "It is who issued the orders I am having a problem accepting. "

"We will know what we are looking for when we see it." Black fog tampering was obvious, at least for Ander. "I will let you know when I see it... As far as your general is concerned, she has too much invested in the two of you to dispose of you so quickly."

He paused in thought. His finger moved to rub the stubble upon his chin thoughtfully as he looked up for a moment. No, perhaps she might.

"If she had reason to, she would do so by her own hand. I can't blame you for your lack of trust. Her methods are rather disturbing."

Not that he had any room to talk being a former King with his own questionable violent methods. Not that they really care. He couldn't harm them, not with who was holding their leach.

Slowly his hand lowered to his side as he looked back to the group. His brow furrowed in tune with Saga's eyes brightening.

"That depends, are -you- going to be a problem?" A dark and very familiar laughter sounded from behind Shun. The soft sound of metal scraping against metal could be heard as the 'iron' hand flexed carefully.

Last time they had seen her was before her last surgery, in the temple with the Judge more than four months ago. Surely they had seen more strange things than woman mangled and fused with an organoid. Well, now they would know what the Judge had planned on doing with that dead organoid they had found.

Ander only narrowed his eyes on the sight behind Shun. Saga seemed more enthusiastic as his head and whiskers raised a little.

Shun's question was not a matter of whether the Iron Judge would show. That much was given. It was whether or not she was going to be giving them problems while they do this. In other words; whether or not she was in control.

He began to turn around when he noticed Ander looking in that direction, though he heard her speak and laugh before he actually got to see her. Well then. He hadn't quite expected to see her so soon. Nor did he really expect to see her quite like this.

Taking a moment, he looked her over, noticing that she was becoming more machine every time he saw her. It was a bit of a disturbing thought, but he had to wonder if she'd have any flesh left in her by the end of all of this. And if not... what would that mean exactly for Nick?

"As long as we're more or less on the same page and that your will is your own, I shouldn't be," he said plainly in return, "And for that matter, glad to have you join us."

That was not a sarcastic statement. He still held a great deal of respect for Nick, and there likely wasn't too many other people more familiar with the Fog after all. Shun turned his attention towards Talon and Ander then, "No further questions. Shall we get moving?"

Azure eyes opened from his thoughts of just how delicious the apple he was chewing was. It was so nice to be able to taste things again.

"b*****d..." Riot breathed out as he paused in his chew, as he inspected the apple in his hand. Rotating it gently...Well, he wasn't going to let the 'call out' ruin his meal.Reaching his other hand up in the branches he quickly snatched a few more apples and slipped them away in his jacket.

Up in one of the trees, sat the formal and still hunted bandit king. His legs shifted from their lengthy cross. Releasing a sigh, the male sat up from his restful lean. The trunk of the tree had made for a wonderful backrest, though it was now time to play. Which meant, moving...

The Whitebane show a grin, best not to disappoint his expecting audience now.

Moving off the branch, Riot dropped from the branches in a heavy thud. In his graceful drop, he crouched to help soften the sudden stop. A gloved hand curled about the apple as he rose, rubbing it carefully on his shirt the male reached his full height of 6' 2''.

"Don't worry Ander. You are invited too..." Riot smirked to the bandit, before moving the red fruit to his lips once more. A crisp crack erupted from the sweet fruit as teeth broke it's tasty flesh.

"Oh, buddy o'l pal..." The male winked, before azure eyes slipped over to Talon and Shun.

Of all the people to hug, the sight cause him to roll his eyes as he took another bite of the apple...

"Besides, Ander .You vary well know I do what ever, I damn well want." The Male spoke tossing the core of the apple over his shoulder, before he let his eyes shift back to Nick.

So perhaps there was some notifiable animosity between the two males.

And if he wanted to 'waste' their time, he sure as hell would do it to...