Creed walked outside and ignored Qrow for the most part while the man rambled on about something. He spotted a few VDF soldiers, who saluted him, and he gave one back in respect before standing in front of them.
"Go get Adel, Daichi, and Xiao Long. Tell them to meet me in my office when you find them." He ordered and they nodded before looking around for the three.
"You don't have to do this, I can handle my nieces-" Qrow started.
"This isn't about their feelings. You can sort them out later if you want, what I'm going to say to them is more important. Plus, it's not Rose who I have a problem with, it's Xiao Long." Creed interrupted and continued to walk to the command building. He wasn't in the mood to deal with the drunk's shenanigans and more often than not, he's had to reign himself in because the Huntsman wanted to rile him up.
Qrow's remarks fell on deaf ears and he continued to follow him to the command building. Once they got to his office, the door was slammed in his face and he just scoffed and waited outside. Minutes turned to tens of minutes of waiting and he spotted the three being escorted and the color in Yang's face seemed to drain a bit.
"Causing trouble again?" Qrow asked.
"A bit, yeah." She laughed sheepishly.
"Well, best not to keep the old man waiting. Seems like he's got a stick up his ass." Qrow gestured towards the office door.
"Alright, I'll talk to you later." She replied and took a deep breath before slowly opening the door and peeking inside. Coco and Yatsuhashi did the same, seeing Creed sitting at his desk with his hands clasped together.
"You wanted to see us, sir?" Coco asked.
"Sit down." Creed ordered and gestured towards the seats. They entered the office and closed the door behind them before pulling up the seats and sitting down in them. It was clear he wasn't in a pleasant mood because his face seemed older than normal.
"What's this about?" Yatsuhashi asked.
"Why is it that whenever there's a problem, it's always you three? Multiple squads have complained about you and now I'm hearing complaints from both the Gears and the BSS." Creed informed.
"We've just had some disagreements, that's it." Yang said.
"You've instigated multiple incidents where a fight breaks loose, Adel constantly antagonizes the Gears for whatever reason, and Daichi has been slacking lately." He pointed at each of them. Every incident that's happened has always been because of the three of them in some way shape or form.
"..." None of them said anything and he stood up then placed his hands on his desk.
"I've had to clean up after your messes each and every time. Do you know how much trouble I have to go through with each incident?" He asked.
"No, sir." They said in unison.
"Multiple reports and all I can do is give you all a slap on the wrist because you're Ozpin's little stars. That stops today, because too much is at stake and I won't have you three fucking it up for the VDF. You antagonizing the Gears is going to bite us in the ass one day. Do you know where your armor, equipment, and even the food that goes in that gut of yours comes from?" He asked.
"From Menagerie?" Coco guessed.
"The Gears. They have a Packhorse factory in Menagerie that is shipped to the mainland for us to use. That rifle that's gotten you out of so many situations comes from their armory, the armor you wear on your back is made... by... them..." He said lowly.
"We know, sir, it's just that the Gears get cocky and-" Yang started.
"Cocky? Don't think I don't notice that you've been picking fights with them, especially the newer ones. Every new Gear is a hothead and they're in the process of learning to temper that attitude. You're not aware of the fact that whenever you pick a fight with them, they're punished as well." He said.
"Must not be punished too often then." Coco commented.
"You don't even pay attention or work with them half the time, Adel. So shut it." Creed ordered and she clamped her mouth shut. Out of everyone in the VDF, the colonel was the one person who interacted with the Gears on a daily basis. He knew the more experienced Gears avoided fights if they could, because they knew that a more dangerous threat lied beyond the safety of the walls. It was the newer Gears that constantly saw a reason to prove themselves and they either learned to curb that attitude or they suffered dearly for their arrogance.
"..." Yang just kept quiet as she adjusted herself in her seat. She, and the other two, watched as the colonel reached under his desk and brought out three large stacks of papers. They landed on the desk with an audible thump and he flipped the first page on each stack.
"These are the reports I've had to write regarding your behavior and actions. If you decide to pay attention towards the middle, these are the complaints I've received and have had to deal with." He said as he roughly tapped each stack and pointed at certain sections.
"How many are from boss man?" Coco asked sarcastically.
"Not a single one." He answered, throwing them into silence. Walker never complained about them once so they couldn't even remotely blame him for causing them to get yelled at now. It just showed that he reigned himself in before anything happened.
"Oh..." Coco whispered.
"I have too much on my plate and need to plan, so I'm going to cut to the chase. You three are no longer going to take any missions until I say otherwise." He said.
"What?!" They stood up and exclaimed in unison.
"You three have caused me too much shit and I'm putting an end to it. From now on, unless there is an emergency, you are not allowed to participate or interfere with any active duty Gear, BSS operative, or VDF soldier. I don't care if you're Ozpin's star little pupils. You are not going to screw the VDF over as a whole because you want to act like idiots." Creed said as he crossed his arms and stared at them.
"Ruby needs me with her. She can't handle everything alone." Yang protested.
"Rose is handling herself just fine, as is Schnee. You're the problem because you constantly cause trouble, disregard orders, and don't think I haven't noticed VDF soldiers were injured because of your negligence. The only reason why I don't discharge you is because Ozpin's machinations will come into play and you'll be put right back into your current position." He said as he crossed his arms and stared at her.
"If we're taking my home back then I want to be there to do it." She said.
"Not an option. Just going off of how emotional you're being right now, I can't risk you doing something and screwing it up." He shook his head.
"Do you really not have that much faith in me?!" She raised her voice.
"No. I don't have any faith in you." He answered and she flinched at the speed at which he said it. To him, she was a hotheaded troublemaker who caused more problems than he dared to admit. He didn't doubt her combat abilities in the slightest, but she was too much of a liability to be given anything serious. The only reason she kept getting sent on missions was because she was one of Ozpin's top former students, as were Ruby and Weiss, not to mention Coco and Yatsuhashi.
"But-" She stopped herself and slumped down in her seat in defeat. As much as she wanted to lash out, she knew that if she did then it would just put her in the hole further.
"Adel, you've caused your fair share of troubles as well. The same applies to you too because at this point, neither you or Daichi are performing up to par. Before you have some smart ass comment, save it." Creed said as he held his hand up.
"..." She clamped her mouth shut and scoffed under her breath.
"Daichi, stop trying to get custody of that girl. You had your chance, you fucked up, and now you have to deal with the consequences of your actions." He said as he looked at Yatsuhashi.
"She's my daughter-" He began.
"Save it. The situation was already explained to me and I've seen how you behave." Creed said. There was a hint of bitterness in his voice and his stare was slightly more hostile at him.
"You don't even have kids, so how do you know?" Yatsuhashi grit his teeth bitterly.
"You're treading on some mighty thin ice. I would advise you to choose your next words carefully..." Creed warned lowly. The amount of hostility in his voice made the girls falter a bit, but Yatsuhashi just glared back.
"How do you know what it's like to have your own child ripped away from you? You can't..." He glared.
"..." Creed took a deep breath before going to the shelf on one side of the room and bringing out a box. He carried it over to his desk and set it on it as gently as he could before popping off the lid and fishing through it. A framed photograph was grabbed and he flipped it around to show them.
It was a picture of Creed next to an auburn haired woman with three kids. A teenager that bore a striking resemblance to him, a girl in kindergarten that had auburn hair like the woman in the picture, and finally an infant in the woman's arms. All five of them were at one of the parks in Vale and several people could be seen in the background.
"You think I don't know what it's like to lose a child? I lost all three, including my wife. I think about them every day I wake up and look for them in the morning. You know what it's like to realize that they're gone? All to some fucking abominations?" Creed asked quietly. Beneath the anger in his tone was one of absolute anguish. He lost what he considered his heart and soul.
"..." The three just remained silent and Yatsuhashi sat down in his chair.
"You had a kid and a woman who constantly made efforts to keep contacting you. She had the capacity in her heart to try and keep you in the loop... and you threw it all away. Do you know what I would've done to have a chance at something like that?" Creed asked as he clenched his fists.
"..." Yatsuhashi didn't say anything.
"As far as I'm concerned, you're not a father. Hell, you're not even a man at this point." Creed narrowed his eyes and the girls flinched at the comment.
There was a knock on the door and the person peeked inside after being told they could enter.
"Sir, a shipment of Packhorses is waiting to be cleared." The VDF soldier informed.
"I'll be there in a minute." He responded and the person nodded before closing the door. The tension returned to the room and he pinched the bridge of his nose, realizing that he late some of his personal bias of the three interfere with their actual punishment.
"Sir-" Coco started but stopped when he held his hand up. It was clear he was pissed, but he had to reign himself in before he did something he would regret.
"Your list of duties and new schedule will be sent to you tonight. You'll report to your new superiors tomorrow morning at 0600... dismissed." He ordered irritably.
The three of them left the room in utter silence and the door closed softly. When he was alone, he collapsed into his chair and clasped his hands together, sighing stressfully before grabbing the picture and looking at it. A wave of anguish washed over him and he pressed his lips together tightly. It felt like forever ago since he's lost them and every day the pain never diminished at all.
It was why he kept this box of their belongings tucked away. He hoped that it would make it all go away and he could focus on work, but it just made everything worse. He now understood why none of the Gears liked Yatsuhashi and why Walker specifically held him at such a low standard that he threatened to kill him if he saw him again. One day the deadbeat would get what's coming to him and he had a feeling no one would miss him too much.
The picture was set on the corner of the desk and Creed stood up, putting the box away and walking out of his office to look at the new shipment.
A few days had passed by and Creed was in the meeting room with several others discussing the plans about Patch. Some had wanted to storm the island and overwhelm the Locust by force, just as they did in the past, while others wanted to be more careful. With the recent shipment of vehicles, weapons, and armor, they were all ready as far as supplies.
There was a knock on the door and the person walked inside when they were ordered to and was seen carrying a case. It was jet black and had a sleek design to it, especially when observed from different angles.
"What is this?" Creed asked as the case was set in front of him.
"Commander Ronin sent a gift." The soldier said and backed up a bit.
"..." Creed raised an eyebrow before slowly unlocking and opening it. Inside was a combat machete that was twenty-three inches long with reverse serrations and made from rare materials with the VDF symbol on it. All along the edge and tip of the blade was a glowing substance that the Gears' blades were known for. It was actually a rare type of Archaea that originated from one of the most hostile parts of Vacuo. Fortunately, the Gears managed to harvest it and create a specialized chamber to create more.
Next to the machete was a note that was picked up and unfolded before being read.
"What does it say?" One of them asked.
"Colonel, while I may not be spearheading this operation, I trust that you of all people will get it done. As a token of my trust and the respect we have for one another, I gift you this blade that was crafted by the Brothers. The archaea will do its job at eating away aura, the armor of Grimm, and even the tough hide of the Locust. The sheath is has a specialized lining that will constantly coat the blade with the archaea. A hundred and fifty Gears are underneath your command as well, and every order that comes out of your mouth has the same effect as mine. If you need supplies, just give a call. Other than that, best of luck to you on this operation." Creed read and set the note on the table before looking at the machete.
He dragged his finger across it and rotated it around, observing every single inch of it with approval.
"I never would have guessed the commander was one to give gifts." Someone said.
"Especially created from the famed weapon brothers." Another one said.
"He's a respectable man." Creed said as he put the machete in its sheath and pulled it back out, watching as the glowing archaea flicker off the blade and disappear into the air like embers. This was considered a good tool for both combat and other uses. While it was lightweight, he was sure it could handle a fair share of abuse before needing to be tended to.
"Recent reconnaissance has given us details of several Glowie nests near the lighthouse. If we decide to storm that place, it's going to kick up the hornet's nest." An officer said.
"BSS squads and Gears are handling that threat as we speak. When it's clear, they'll give us a call." Creed said and the phone rang. Everyone stopped and looked at it then at him while he just kept staring at it. His fingers wrapped around it and he picked it up before holding it up to his ear.
"Colonel, the Glowie nests are handled." A Gear informed.
"Already?" He asked.
"Lord Commander wanted to make sure this operation goes as smoothly as possible." The Gear said.
"And the bodies?" Creed asked.
"Currently being dealt with at the moment. The BSS is collecting samples for more tests while the rest is being torched." The Gear said. To emphasis his point, the sound of bodies being dragged could be heard in the background.
"Understood. Good work and thank you." Creed nodded and hung up shortly after. He looked at everyone else before letting out a breath of relief. While he did know that the Gears and BSS would handle the Glowies, he didn't expect them to do it this quickly.
"That certainly makes things easier." An officer commented.
"That it does..." Creed rubbed his chin before looking at the others present in the room. They began to discuss the best approach to the situation and had a bit more wiggle room now that one of the biggest obstacles was out of the way. If they played it smart then they'd be able to take back the island and create a strategic position. The city Signal was located at was fairly secure and there was even makeshift walls to act as a little safe haven. Not only would this open new doors, but it would also allow the VDF to make their own standard equipment rather than rely on the Gears so much.
It lessened the burden on the mercenary company and they would get their own equipment. Granted, they'd still trade with them. They provided seafood that a lot of people had come to enjoy. It wasn't uncommon for people to prefer seafood over land animals, which was what the Gears usually sought after.
For the next few hours, the group just discussed the best approach to take over the stronghold; what to expect, when to strike, even the expected casualties they might encounter. All of these things must be factored in if they wanted to actually succeed in taking back the island.
The sky started to darken outside and the others went back to their personal quarters while Creed remained in his seat. He went over several documents and perked up when he saw one in particular that peaked his interest. Hidden among the large stack was a small envelope with skull wax seal on it. He looked around before carefully opening it seeing that it was an invitation to Mother Base.
Just as he was about to look at it further, a knock on the door made him snap up and quickly hide the note in his pocket. He straightened up and stacked the papers neatly before placing them to the side and grabbing another stack.
"Come in." He said and the door opened. Two people made him frown slightly before he turned back to the papers.
"I heard you took Ms. Xiao Long and the other two off their respective teams." Ozpin said.
"I took them off because they're liabilities now. They may be your star pupils but they're not mine, I'm not willing to risk lives because they can't step up." Creed said as he put a paper on top of another one.
"You don't think that Ms. Xiao Long isn't fit to take back Patch? It is her home." Glynda said.
"She's too emotional and judging by the report Schnee wrote, she almost jeopardized an important mission because her and Rose wanted to act like heroes." Creed responded as he neatly stacked the second stack of papers and looked at them. Out of the three, only Weiss Schnee knew the gravity of the situation they were in. She followed orders dutifully, but spoke up when the time was needed.
"She may provide information that could be useful." Ozpin said.
"Stop, I know what you're trying to do and I don't care. You may have influence when it comes to the council, but you're strictly prohibited from interfering with the VDF. You're not stupid, Headmaster, you're playing your cards and I can see through your bullshit. You have something at play and I'm here to tell you to quit it. I'm not going to risk lives for something that you won't even give us the full story of. That girl down there in the basement is guarded and the moment something goes wrong, we'll be there." Creed said as he stared at the two.
Neither one of them could fathom how he knew about Amber's existence, but he did somehow. However, it was clear that she wasn't his main concern and battling the Locust, Grimm, and Glowies was. The recent surge of negativity caused more vile Grimm species to emerge, but the creatures of darkness were more susceptible to the Glowie plague that any other organism. The infected were growing to be a more prominent problem recently and they were more mindless than their counterparts.
"How did you know about her existence?" Ozpin asked as he sat down.
"Ronin. Did you really think you could hide her existence from everyone? Especially from him of all people?" Creed asked.
"..." Ozpin just remained silent as he stared at the other man. The more he thought about it, the more dangerous Walker actually seemed. He was a brutal, but smart warlord that could turn the tables of multiple conflicts. His wariness of the Gear was justified though; nobody knew where he came from, what his goals were, or how he knew so much about the Locust. His backstory was a carefully crafted lie, fooling nearly everyone and it almost fooled the Headmaster had he not looked into him and not been alive for so long.
Glynda felt the same, but she wasn't willing to cross the Gears. Although smaller than Atlas, they made up for their numbers in effectiveness. Where the Atlas military and VDF were the hammer of Remnant's fighting forces, the Gears were the scalpel. They cut in precise spots to where it would hurt their enemies the most and they were no stranger to dirty tactics and scavenging.
They were trained to be survivors in the end.
"I know you're out there, Ironwood." Creed called out and it was quiet for several seconds before the man walked in and sat down to his left.
"Colonel, the three of them are valuable individuals. Their records prove their abilities." Ozpin said.
"Xiao Long is a hot-headed problem, Adel causes discord within the ranks through her petty actions, and Diachi hasn't been able to keep up to par lately. If you want them then you can have them and they're your problem from that point on. I'm not going to risk lives and cause the VDF to fracture in any shape or form, or better yet... screw over any relationship we have with the mercenary companies. You already know Lord Ronin doesn't like you after you dropped the Heaven's Spear on his head." Creed pointed out.
"We know, it was an extremely poor judgement call on our part." Ironwood sighed quietly. Ultimately, he and Ozpin were the ones who authorized the use of the weapon. It was a desperate attempt to keep the Locust from gaining any ground. In the end, it screwed them over more since it unleashed a terrifying plague that could cross between species.
It's why the BSS had such a hard time coming up with a cure. The disease was constantly changing and it had such a fast spread rate.
At this point, Ironwood wasn't even upset over his damaged career and broken ego. He truly regretted his decision when he saw the effects of the weapon and lived with it nearly every day. The nightmares of the poor souls, the sight of the crystalline bodies, even to the infected individuals that shambled around the city. He had seen footage of the ones who haven't noticed intruders in their area.
They shambled around like walking corpses while a few retained what little shred of humanity they had left; some cried, some lashed out at random objects in anger, others just stood there. The ones that stood in place had crystals growing out of their faces and seemed to be in a catatonic state. It didn't matter in the end because once they were alerted, their minds were overridden with malevolent, feral behavior. They only goal was to kill whatever non-infected was nearby or add them to their horde of monsters if they could.
Ironwood was one of the people responsible for damning all those poor souls and it was something that plagued his dreams every night. So when people cursed at him, looked at him with nothing but spite, or even tried to attack him if they were feeling bold, he understood. He understood that they were hurt in so many ways and a lot of them lost their will to live.
All because of him and Ozpin. The only difference was that he regretted it while Ozpin wasn't as bothered as much as him. That was something Ironwood always was disturbed about the Headmaster, how losing one's life didn't bother him so much.
He was snapped out of his thoughts when Glynda put her hand on his shoulder. He looked up at her and felt like she knew what he was going through, if there was anybody who understood him, it was her.
"This operation, you said there were multiple Glowie nests?" Ironwood asked.
"The Gears already handled it." Creed said.
"Already?" Glynda asked.
"Lord Ronin wants to make sure this operation goes as smoothly as possible. You all seem to forget that the Gears and BSS don't operate on our time. If they want something done, they'll do it themselves." He reminded and looked at his scroll to see a few pictures of the now clear camps.
"Right." She sighed when she remembered who they were talking about.
"If you want to put those soldiers to use, you can have them keep those locations secure. There's valuable resources and materials in there and it'll be easier if we have more manpower to guard them." Creed said as he glanced at Ironwood and then back at the papers.
"I was thinking the same thing." Ironwood said and the other two left the room while he was the last one to do so, leaving Creed by himself for the most part.
They'd get this win, if not for themselves then for the people who were counting on them. It was time for them to carry their own weight and show the others that they were just as resilient as them.
The day was like any other at Mother Base but the only difference was that Walker was sleeping on the Metal Throne. He rested his head in his right hand and breathed almost silently while a few people came and went. An attachment was placed over his golden helmet and multiple cables extended out of it, feeding him information through the various screens that only he could see. The Onyx Guards stood still as statues in their spots and despite what some thought, they were still his best soldiers. Each one had experience underneath their belt that rivaled dozens of veterans and only took the most dangerous missions. They often alternated between patrolling the base, guarding this building, or going on missions.
Where the Onyx Guards kept their home safe, the Obsidian Guards destroyed their enemies ruthlessly. Both groups were loyal to him in almost a fanatical fashion, but still kept their whims about themselves.
The door opened to the building and all the people present in the room snapped their heads towards the entrance. Fortunately, it was only Jaune who walked inside. He had been looking for Walker for the last hour and it wasn't uncommon for him to find him sleeping in that damned chair. Personally, Jaune hated the thing because it made his brother look more menacing and cruel than what he actually was.
With the amount of additions such as trophies from their enemies, ranging from weapons to even cleaned skulls, it made the thing look haunting in a sense. Light seemed to shine on Walker's figure through the stained windows and it made him look like some type of deity. Which was so far from the truth because he was simply a man; one who decided to shoulder the burden of war for some reason.
Jaune shook his head and walked up the steps, idly noting how many candles and offerings there were. The closer he got to the top, the more he realized how elevated it was and how large this building seemed. It could hold hundreds of people and that was probably why Walker could snuff that fanatical attitude out so fast when he first woke up. His word was carried across hundreds and eventually spread to the thousands that lived here.
"Walker..." Jaune whispered as she stepped up to him and shook his shoulder.
"..." A dull hum was heard as Walker's helmet lights flickered and hummed to life. He craned his head a bit and looked at Jaune before sighing. His voice seemed to echo a bit and he slowly sat up a bit more, straightening his back suddenly and popping it in a few places.
"Everybody's been looking for you. You okay?" Jaune asked.
"I'm fine... just wanted some peace and quiet." Walker dismissed and slowly wrapped his hands around the helmet attachment and taking it off. Mist seemed to come from it and he lifted it in the air, watching as the Skull Drones took it away for the next time.
"You know you can talk to any of us if something's bothering you, right?" Jaune gestured to himself.
"I know." Walker whispered as he stood up and stretched. Every time he looked in the mirror, he always noted how tired he looked. A bit of the light in his eyes had been snuffed out, yet the fire of hatred still burned brightly surprisingly. No matter how much sleep he got or how many days he took off, it didn't make that look go away.
He just looked so... jaded in a sense.
"You know where to find us." Jaune said as he began to make his way down the steps. It didn't take a rocket scientist to tell that Walker was still hurting. He never laughed or smiled much anymore, nor did he try new hobbies. He was always so serious now and Jaune kind of didn't like it.
"..." Walker just looked at him before making his way down the steps as well. He pulled out his C-Droid and looked at it, seeing a few messages from people and saw that Brock and Simon had something for him. After bidding Jaune a brief farewell, he went to his vehicle and entered it before pulling off.
His body seemed to run on autopilot as he drove his vehicle across the bridges and platforms. He often forgot how large the residential and commercial districts were and before he knew it, he was at the daycare and picking Amiya up. She rattled off to him in poorly constructed sentences and he would just listen idly before driving towards the Forge. The colossal building was intimidating up close and it immediately gave off a feeling of a machine when one stepped inside.
Through the labyrinth of halls and rooms that constructed and maintained the tools of war, he eventually found the room where Brock and Simon usually stayed in. The two were in a sibling squabble like usual and both argued about something over the massive workbench. Dozens of cruel looking weapons were neatly organized while several sets of armor were on stands along the walls.
After a few minutes of standing there, they finally noticed him.
"Ah, about time. I see you brought the little turd as well." Brock commented.
"Yeah... what did you two want to show me?" Walker asked.
"Got a new weapon for you to use." Brock said as he walked towards a corner of the workshop and dragged a cloth off of something. On a stand was a Silverback exo-suit but it was heavily modified. The left arm didn't have its rocket launcher anymore but had a functioning hand with a chainsaw attached to it. Its right arm still had the Mulcher on it but underneath it was a flamethrower that spewed flames hotter than any kingdom could conjure. There also seemed to be more armor that covered the user's rear as well as opposed to leaving it open.
"We modified the servos to give the user more flexibility and to allow them to enter and exit it quickly. Brock noticed how cumbersome it seemed during certain situations and we figured we'd tinker with it a bit." Simon added.
"Good work." Walker nodded and Amiya looked around the room curiously. She's never seen this place so anything new always caught her attention.
"You know, you're one of the only people to appreciate our work like this." Simon said.
"I'd rather not disregard your work." Walker shrugged and the brothers nodded in appreciation. If he didn't like something they made, they never took it to heart because he was truthful about it. Which made them either improve upon it or scrap it and work on something new. The things that he did like and used, he maintained it with care and only a few times they've had to repair his equipment. Their work was what allowed the Gears to have such equipment and now that everyone saw the brothers' products, they wanted them.
Unfortunately, that'd never happen since they were loyal to the Gears, more loyal to Walker than anything.
"You want to test it out?" Brock asked.
"I'll test it out soon. We're going to look into Mistral after Patch is handled." Walker said.
"Ah, that's a place I haven't been to in years." Brock reminisced.
"Why?" Walker asked.
"Aside from the war. I was pretty much banned in every place I went on account of all the swearing, stealing, and fucking I was doing." Brock answered as he picked up his hammer and walked to the smelter.
"Forget I asked." Walker deadpanned and shook his head. He looked at Amiya and thankfully, she wasn't paying attention to what he said. The last thing he wanted was for her to pick up the habit of a sailor's mouth.
"Anyways, we'll look into your equipment. On another note, can you tell Red that her Snub is finished?" Simon asked.
"Yeah, I have to go pick her up anyways." Walker answered.
"Tell her to stop getting all that armor damaged. It's a pain in the ass to patch or replace those pieces." Brock shouted from the back of the room.
"Alright." Walker shrugged and bid them farewell before making his way out the door.
"Bye!" Amiya waved at them from over Walker shoulder. They waved back before returning to their work and arguing over something trivial while she was carried out the door and eventually out of the building.
The two of them eventually made their way back home and Walker just let his mind wander a bit, mainly thinking about administrative work and plans for their next course of action.
He really needed to learn how to take a break.
Hello everyone, I'm back with another chapter and I apologize for not uploading a lot recently. It's my last year at university and I've been buckling down to make sure I finish on a good note. Anyways, thanks for reading and I'll see you all later.
Take it easy.