-Nova Scotia-
"... My name is Lakshmi. I'm running away from WMD." She got up from the ground, adjusting her hat so she wouldn't get wet. "I got away when our base was hit. I don't think they're following me anymore, but I need to be careful. I know who you are because well... everyone knows who you are. Especially everyone in WMD territory..."

-Nova Scotia-
"I'm valuable to them. Everything's been bad with Pein dying. I know they don't have the manpower to track me for long, and when our base was attacked... it was the perfect escape." She reholstered her gun, looking over the jester. "I've heard a lot about you and the NPCs you travel with. What a coincidence we've run into each other here."

-Nova Scotia-
"Is it really important? The WMD base isn't that close. A couple hundred miles. I think I'm in the clear now, they don't have the manpower to follow me any further. Look, I should really get going. I don't want to impose or anything..."

-Nova Scotia-
"It's really very scary. They're trying to keep control, and there's a lot of people trying to lead. Deserters are punished. That's why I need to get somewhere safe..." Lakshmi wiped her forehead. She felt like she was burning up. "Uh... do you know if there's any place to get medicine around here? I think I have a fever..."

-Nova Scotia-
A concierge walked up to the penthouse suite. Whoever was in there was making them a lot of money, and as such, were given the best treatment. He knocked on the door, taking a bundle of envelopes out. "Excuse me, I have some mail for you."

The days were boring, not a bad thing but he did use the time for as much self improvment as possible. He couldn't describe the feeling he got when Samantha was near by, it was like this "pull". A drain on his every nerve. Unconsciously they both avoided each other, they knew enough about the other to last more years then he had.

The plane made just as much progress as they did previously, it was a routin of checking and rechecking every peice of metal. Everything looked like it could fly but they wouldn't know until they tried.
[sub]"Someone needs to come over for me to test this thing."
*eyes drift to the cotrols*
well, I'll just start the engine, all I'll do...

-Nova Scotia-
"I can't give you my gun! I have no idea what you're going to do. I'm already outnumbered if you're still traveling with those other NPCs..." She swooned a little. I might have no choice... "Please, I'll tell you everything I know. Just let me keep this. I'm not very comfortable with... people like you."

*Stern had just finished going over their Plane's progress logs when he heard the knock on the door. He got up from where he was sitting and went over to open it. He gave the concierge a puzzled look.*

We've never gotten mail before, who sent these?

-Nova Scotia-
"Good morning, sir, a few of these seem to be only ads, but I wouldn't come up here to bother you with them. It's this one that I came to deliver. Were you not expecting it?" He held up a blank envelope. It looked like it did have a letter inside, but it was sealed with red wax. "To my lost Bluebird" was written on the upper corner. "It was dropped off this morning, sir, by a young man who does a lot deliveries for the town. He says he was paid to bring it here by another man, so I assume it was important."

Fine.

*Stern took the letters from him and closed the door. He dropped the others onto the kitchen counter but held the blank envelope in his hand. He took out his knife and sliced open the seal on the envelope, opening it up and reading the letter.*

-Nova Scotia-
The letter was written in handwriting he had seen in passing. A woman's writing, it looked like it wasn't exactly written in a hurry.

*Stern looked over the letter for a few moments, judging by the language in it, he knew who it was from and who it was for. He wasn't sure Rukifellth was ready to handle this just yet, he still seemed shaken up by the whole thing. Stern stored the letter in his pocket; he'd hand it off to Dimentio later.*

-Nova Scotia-
"I-it's no... no offense. It's just... you NPCs have so much power. It's kind of scary to me... Don't worry about my gun. I'll keep it in my holster." She fidgeted with the strap before closing it. "Wowww... you live in a nice apartment." she coughed into her sleeve, wrapping her coat tighter around her. She didn't ever think she'd be walking down the hallways with a free NPC.

*Stern looked at this new arrival with interest.*

You have info on the WMD, how did you get it?! Who are you?

-Nova Scotia-
"Ah! Please don't hurt me!" Lakshmi ducked behind the couch. "I'm in WMD. How would I not know about it? I'll tell you everythig I know, please don't hurt m-" Her sentence cut off as she succumbed to a coughing fit.

-Pacific Ocean-
Five cautiously swam into the boat. Chances were slim Starkiller would still be inside if he was alive, but any evidence was probably better preserved (not eaten by fish) inside the walls. Since the crash was fresh, there weren't very many exotic animals inside, just your average saltwater fish, and a few crabs. He swam up. There had to be an air pocket somewhere if this thing hadn't fully submerged yet. It made him a bit claustrophobic, even if he did have his air tank. There was a slight current in the halls as the water continued to rush in.

Ok, smooth sailings. Not like I never piloted this thing before!
*Dimentio's com rings in shortly after bringing the defector in.
"Hay bro." Yelling over the wail of machinery and the almost identifyable gusts of wind but still retaining that "I might have done something stupid" tone in his voice.
"Do you think this town has any turrets of the anti air variety?"
*hovering uncomfortably close to the forest trees, hoping in order of importance...

1. Trees don't catch fire
2. There are no anti air turrets
3. That the wind wouldn't change and make him crash
4. That the group couldn't see him from here.
5. ???
_{6. Profit}

- - - - - -

The suit stuck to his skin like a vacuum. Without a count to three he threw himself off the rail just to get it over with.
*static*"Is this thing on? Good. Don't worry, the water is as cold as it looks."

You're in the WMD?

*He turned to Dimentio.*

What the fuck were you thinking bringing her here? She might've been sent to spy on us.

-Pacific Ocean-
Five rolled his eyes. "Nice of you to join us Haggard. Now if you don't mind, get in here and start helping us look." A bit further he ended up at a crossroads. "Okay, someone stay here and wait for Haggard. I need someone to go right, someone to go left, and someone to go straight ahead. I'm going up."

-Nova Scotia-
"Oh no, I'm no... spy. I'm WMD, but they think I'm running away. I'm not really running away, but they think I am, so they're trying to kill me. It looks like I am running away then..." she pouted.

"You also forgot that spies are only good if they return to their employers..."
*gets up from the couch and look at the new arrival closely
"Lots of people get lost in forests all the time~"
*frowns*
"Damnit I am being creepy again, not good at this. Sorry."
Walks back to the recliner feeling like it was going to take alot more practice than she had patience for.

*Stern stared with contempt at Samantha as she sat back down. He then turned his attention back to this new arrival*

I suppose you're right, and considering how many people likely want us dead... she's just another thing to look out for.
What section of the WMD did you come from, who'd you serve under?

___________________________________________

-Pacific-

I'll head right. Watch yourself up there.

-Nova Scotia-
"I'm... technically I'm from the Hyperion project... but... I was never transferred. I was on my way though! Before that I was under Commander Yvanah." She had another coughing fit. "Please, you said you had a healer? I'm really sick..."

-Pacific Ocean-
I hope there's sharks, assholes. Five swam up to the next floor. It was weird to see everything upside down. He ended up in what looked like the engine room. It didn't look like there was any bad damage here.

Sarah found herself in the workers' living areas. Bloated corpses littered a few of the rooms. The water was murky, but she could see a lot of holes torn into the metal.

*He sighed*

The irony is not lost on me.

*He kept pressing her for questions before Sora arrived.*

What were they doing before you left? Do you have any news on the officers?

-Nova Scotia-
"I... I was being transferred to the Hyperion unit with 5 other soldiers. We had just got tested for it. The five of us were compatible with the process... but we were attacked before we could be completed." She got up, sitting on a chair near the door. "I ran when we got hit, and they branded me a deserter..." She wiped her eyes. "I can't go back now, they would kill me..."

And if you went through with it, you'd be turned into a monster and sent against us, or one of the other groups; either way you'd be dead. That attack may have saved your life, girl.

-Nova Scotia-
"I wish I could go back..." She closed her eyes and leaned against the wall. "I need to go back someday, when everything's calmed down. It's so weird to be here though... I heard you helped develop the Hyperion project."

Indirectly, maybe. Chimera was the one who had the most impact on the Hyperion. I assume you've heard all about her.
And take my advice, if you know what's good for you, you won't go back to the WMD.

Sora suddenly ran into the room, keyblade out. What's up, Dimentio? Then he noticed the newcomer. Who are you? Are you alright?

Azimuth had been walking up to the jet when he saw Freeman take off with it. He groaned as he pulled out his communicator. Please tell me you know what you're doing Freeman. We don't want to call any unnecessary attention to ourselves.

-Pacific Ocean-

Auron donned his wetsuit and stared at the water. He wasn't afraid to drown; He had discovered that in this world without summoners, "death" would only cause him to disappear for a while. But he could still end up stuck in the ocean. After thinking for a moment, he turned to one the ship's crewmembers. Do you have rope? The man nodded and and went to retrieve it for him. Auron tied one end to a post, lowered the other end into the water, and jumped in. He had watched the others motions, and did his best to imitate them, treading water near the rope.