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A young woman of eighteen walked the plains of an grassy abyss. She had been traveling for quite sometime looking for a acclaimed traitor, or so that’s what her ’pray” was stated as. Nick: Treasonous, murderer and Thief of the Imperial forces. Yeah. Right. Titus had a hard time believing that. She had seen her before, know of Nick, she seem too loyal, and proud for such a thing. But if it was true, Titus was ordered to dispose of her and retrieve the “stolen” Zoids.

She would have found her easier if not for that freak and it’s Zoid, destroyed her company and patern. Nick was in range too. But nooo. That stupid what ever it was, deprived her of the truth and transportation. Titus only took on the mission to first find out Nick’s side of the story, there has been some rumors of some shady activity in the imperial leader ship as of late. But nothing has been conformed as of yet. And the Story given to her of Nick did seem to likely. Call it treasonous thinking if they like, Titus was tired of the lies feed to her, She despised it more then anything else.

The only thing that had survived the destruction of the un seen attack was what was on her person. Her long sword gleamed slightly from the sun it’s blue hilt reflected it only slightly. Lazy she rested he hand on top of her head with flute in hand. She hoped that the info was correct on finally finding her it had been close to three months looking for her. And the signal on the Fail safe was useless that much had already been proven.
Letting out a sigh She dropped her hands from he head and brought the Sliver mouth piece of the flute to her mouth and started a light hearted tune. Something anything to pass the time. Titus C. Wolf

Titus didn't look up, she just continued the tune she was playing, relaxed and as she drifted toward the Figures. It was as if she didn't noticed the GunSniper and its company. But she had. For a while now, could she had finally found her Target. Nick's Partner was a unique GunSniper..."Blaze" was it.

She had no reason to be stealthy or secretive, thought that’s what most of her assigned missions were composed with. It wasn't need now. She wasn't acting to be Republic or hiding from anyone. She just wanted to know the truth, that’s what kept her going. What really happened? Nick was one of her own, An Imperialist.

Titus' hazel eyes remained partly closed as she was listening, and alert. Always. Though she would act otherwise. Always keeping people guessing. She concentrated on her thoughts, and surroundings as the tune drifted Relaxing on.

As Titus approached them, she was sure. It was, defiantly Nick. Now the real question was did she know of Titus, It didn't seem to likely. Titus had basically grown up on the base, but once she was on a mission it was behind enemy lines acting as such. In disguise. As result not too many of her own, knew of her. And she didn't mind it.

When She was in comfortable speaking distance but not to close to be intruding. She stopped the tune as well as herself, and looked up with a Smile. Vary comfortable, inviting one. One that made most smile back. Looking up from her flute her eyes opened fully to show kindness but at the same time, there was a slight glimmer of something...more.

"Hay." As she welcomed. Only making the smile bigger as she tilted her head vary slightly.

us Shrugged off the question with a small laugh as she close her eyes briefly. -So she was injured, just as he said...- She noticed the Bandages and the claimed "stolen" organiod and his readiness to attack and only a hand stopped him. But acted like she didn't notice any of it. It was an expected response from Nick.

"Do you always expect something from someone who approaches you?" She laughed opening her eyes, ignoring the harsh response and still having a smile, as she lowered the flute.

"Ah…there’s a Smile…" her smile grew as she laughed at the "pup" remark.

"That's true...Everyone wants something-Oh-I forgot..." letting go of her flute she offered a free Right hand for a shake. "...the names' Wolf, not "Pup". Titus C. Wolf. " she corrected joyfully.

Titus could really play any part she wanted too. But not now she was being herself, though she did act as if the "Pup" statement didn't bug her, which it did, vary slightly. And she did love to play as if she didn't know what was really going on or as if she was "lower" then someone. It opened people up. And she enjoyed seeing the real person. And that’s how she was, the real her.

"...You have a point..." Titus made a smirk-...this is going to be fun...just as expected- as she rested her hand by the thumb on her belt.

"You know,...a pup still has teeth..." She laughed a little it wasn't meant as a challenge or a threat how she spoke; it was more of a reminder

" From you? Nothing in particular. A name would be nice..."The Smirk disappeared. And was replaced with a relaxed smile.
She was analyzing every action, ever movement response, as she did with everyone she met. to know and predict a reaction, there was something more to this one though.

She Shock her head.- Vary good, I expected nothing less...she knows-or is she...asuming?-

" Do I?..." She had become a bit more serious as she asked referring to second responses.

"And what is with you, and wanting me to want something?..." she Huffed still having a smile but is was a bit more relaxed as she crossed her arms as her hand tightened on the flute briefly.