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FOUR DAYS AFTER THE NACG LANDING
Billy Ascot walked down the road with his friends, his semi-automatic rifle’s butt hitting the back of his head with every step. It had been four days since the NACG had landed in Merina, and life had ,so far, been good. Two of them were fairly experienced soldiers, having fought in the Revolution against the Hootofts, and the other two were waiting for their training to begin. They had been issued some cash by the higher ups, and had quickly blown it all, mainly on alcohol. This morning they had woken up with a terrible hangover, and had been ordered out by Captain Gibson to walk it off, and had thought, for some strange reason, that they might need their weapons. That was how they ended up trudging through the streets of the city, fully armed at 5 o’clock in the morning. Billy turned a corner, suddenly walking head first into someone, stumbling and nearly falling over, knocking his friends out of their sleepy grumpiness.
OOC notes- Markus, this is where you Tamorans meet my NACG. If anyone has any issues, please ping me on Discord. The meeting with the Tamorans happens after the meeting with the Bishop, just to be clear.
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OOC- I assume that English is the main spoken language in Mundus for ease of communication, so I'll be using English not Latin.
Billy looked up from the floor in shock at the man who had knocked him over. He heard him say something in what he assumed to be English. He knudged William's leg, indicating to the linguist of the group to respond.
William hesitated for a second before responding the question.
"Ah, yes good morning," he said, his heavy Aschlonian accent obvious, "my friends is fine, though I would certainly agree in the lights!"
The rest of the group looked this newcomer up and down, noticing immediately that he was not Merinian. Billy got off the floor cautiously, pulling his gun into a more accesible position. The others followed suit.
Billy tapped on William's back, telling him in rushed Aschlonian to ask where this man was from.
William smiled and addressed Amir.
"So, friend," he said, "where do you happen to be from?"
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William considered the question briefly before turning to his friends.
“He wants to know where we are from.” he said in Aschlonian.
Billy paled and paused for a second, worried.
John, one of the newest members, raised his voice. “He can obviously tell we ain’t tourists. We could… say we are mercenaries?”
Billy was about to slap him when he caught himself. “We can try it,” he said to William.
William nodded and looked towards Amir.
“My friend, we are not tourists, we are hired men from Aschlon. We are sent here on business much important.” he said in broken English, “fighting you know.”
He nodded knowingly, trying to mask his nervousness.