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With all the pride month stuff being posted on the omninet, I figure I'll say something too.

In remembrance of mom squad, who raised me as their own with my birth mother. Sure, maybe it was reckless to bring her child into the free company, but in the end I was one of them as much as I was their daughter.

[A photo is displayed listing the names and callsigns of each of the Golden Gryphon members, carved into a plaque and inlaid with gold. The final two names are as follows:

Callsign: Malady | Name: Rowena Adlawan

Name: ATHENA-Class NHP "Magnolia"]

"In death, sacrifice."

That I might live long enough to bring them justice. And also get a girlfriend or something. Man I love women who think they can crush me.

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Gryphons chain of command was determined by the most likely to be the mom of the friend group. Funny thing is, the woman with an actual living breathing child was only second in command.

At least until our CO vanished from known space and time.

I wonder if I can get the group of misfits I'm a part of to see me as a leader.

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The Crevice

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🎵 Argo in the cuck chair 🎵

🎶 ARGO IN THE CUCK CHAIR 🎵

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I would like to put it on record that the post that started that conversation was left untouched and unspoiled for the longest time. It could have remained under the radar, but SOMEONE had to bring it back into the light.

So all in all, I may have been the origin, but did I stir the pot?

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Oh, sorry, it's so easy to see him as nothing more than a background character filling space on the set.

🎵Argo in the cuck chair 🎶

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So when are they gonna bang? It's really cute

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From my very narrow perspective I've only experienced Harrison Armory formalities at the other end of a barrel.

I feel like most things I could tell you are obvious, but I could maybe send some logs of free company chatter I obtained a bit ago. While there is a lot of banter between fireteam members, there are also some logs within the chain of command.

Unrelated to anything: is there anyone around here that could aid me with the structure of formalities in Harrison Armory space? I'm finding that I'm having to reach out more these days.

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Hi, Dad.

I'll fix her.

Per the results of the recent duel I am left with no choice but to disown my daughter and adopt the winners as my own. They won the match and so I respect and love them more. Sorry if that's harsh but I give out my love based on value as a combatant and Praya unfortunately has none.

Additionally, Argo is a coward for running away 2 spaces in any direction at a time from the arena of his own volition. Shameful to just abandon the match like that.

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The Yawn, big space fish dipping in and out of blinkspace, as big as a moon and mostly ambivalent to the goings on of humanity, largely vibes-based lifeform From our Lancer module: A Wake Writ in Void

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That was my stunt double.

I should call her.

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I should call her.

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Shadow of the Wolf session 2 memes out of context but I don't think you need context for them

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🎵Argo in the cuck chair 🎶

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OOC: I forgot to provide context for Tex Kennedy. Chiefly, the reference image my GM provided for his map token. This is Tex Kennedy, and his absurdly large hat. I don't think I could have asked for a better sponsor for my character.

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Hello, this is Stonelord Hyderad Cannomos speaking. I have received multiple mislabeled shipments of "supplements, " which I will not name to my address made out to one, Tax Kennedy? Please come pick them up at once or I will dispose of them.

Sincerely,

The man with the largest hat in the KTB

Tax Kennedy, you say? Well I don't know about Tax Kennedy. He sounds like a worm of a man with a really tiny hat. I say you dispose of those supplements immediately. You wouldn't want your good name besmirched by a man with a tiny hat, now would you?

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I found an old recording sent to me by someone dear to me before she vanished. I don't think anyone there knew she sent it in time. I'm glad she did, though. Seeing her in action, knowing she went out doing something she loved...

Unlike the others.

But here's a better memory of her. We were training on out of mech safety in the midst of combat. Most of us agreed that getting the fuck out, seeking out the nearest mech capable of taking on passengers, et cetera were the way to go. But Coriander? That was a woman who lived outside her mech. A lot of pilots grow strange dependencies on their mechs. Something about living through multiple operations in a hulking platform of mankind's most dangerous technology just fucks with a person's brain or something. But it's normal, you know? These people are normal. Until they're not.

Back to Coriander. She demanded my mentor get in her mech. Wanted to show the new girl what it's like to have the balls to do the stupid shit no one expects. Next thing I knew, she was wrangling that mech like an animal, jerking it this way and that with cables sprung from the kit on her back.

It took ATHENA less than half a minute to regain control, but by then Coriander had rammed the mech into a tree, toppling it over. The way she cheered triumphantly when she succeeded. It was her first test of the rig.

Some pilots live in their cockpits. Coriander ventured beyond, roaring like a mountain.

If you're out there, Cori, reading this from whatever great beyond you've been pulled to, know that someone out there in the vastness of space remembers you. That the young girl you looked after still sees you as an inspiration. You'll always be a beacon for me, even after you're gone. Maybe that's why we called you Citadel.