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• I'm fine. I'm male, and I'm fine! Now get out of my way before I pull your horns off and shove them up your nose!
• All right, all right! Get in there! You're already late for the briefing.
• Hail, Tribune! I have information. Flame Legion is going to trick Blood and Iron, making each think the other attacked them. If the plan works, it might break the citadel's alliance.
• They're targeting Iron's new weapon and a Blood Legion centurion. The whole thing was cooked up by someone named Trybulus Griefblade.
• I know the name "Griefblade." He's real trouble. Blood and Iron need to know now, so they can prepare.
• No. This is an Ash operation. Blood and Iron would make a drake's breakfast out of it. We'll handle it ourselves.
• The legionnaire will take one mission; Fengar can handle the other.
• Fengar? Tribune, Fengar's not experienced enough for something this big. I'll do—
• No. Sicaea, your orders are to track down Griefblade. Fengar, you've finally got your chance for field duty.
• Now, Legionnaire. You brought the intel, so we'll make it your call: guard Iron's engine or Blood's centurion? Decide, and move out.
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• Reporting in, Legionnaire. Tela Range was compromised, crawling with Flame Legion. The supplies were destroyed.
• In other words, you failed. Again. By the claw of the Khan-Ur, give me one reason why I shouldn't just kill you now!
• Go ahead and try it. You don't have the spine. You're done, Steelbane. Either you step down as legionnaire, or I'll knock you into the dirt myself.
• You want my job, you miserable little puke? Earn it. Get down there and fight. Show me what you've got, and maybe I'll show you how a real legionnaire fights!
• Gather 'round, troops! Watch me crush this little mutiny and teach you all a lesson in respect!
• Outstanding. I'd say this soldier exceeded expectations. What do you say, Steelbane?
• Uh...
• He's so impressed he's speechless! Haha. Now, get in that ring and fight, Steelbane, or I'll split you open myself.
• Uh...yes, sir...Tribune.
• I can't hear you, Legionnaire!
• Yes, sir!
• Even the most glorious revolution is just a successful mutiny, hm? Congratulations on your promotion, Legionnaire.
• Thank you, Tribune. I'll rebuild this warband and live up to your trust. I promise you that.
• Good. Now for your first orders. Replenish your warband with honorable gladium. Earn their trust.
• Yes, sir. Any recommendations?
• Fyon the Wraith and Soure Doomsday. Both are good soldiers who've fallen on hard times.
• I'll give you a full briefing when you're ready.
• Steelbane wasn't fit to command. Congratulations on your promotion, Legionnaire.
• I'll rebuild this warband and live up to your trust, Tribune. I promise you that.
• Your first duty is to replenish your warband with honorable gladium. Earn their trust.
• Understood. Any recommendations?
• Fyon the Wraith and Soure Doomsday. Both are good soldiers who've fallen on hard times.
• I'll give you a full briefing when you're ready.
• Stop! I surrender! Don't kill me. I can still be of use to the Blood Legion.
• He's done, soldier. Either he lives to continue serving the corps as best he can, or he dies in the name of legion discipline.
• Either way, the decision's yours. Kill him, or cast him out of your warband.
• Flame Legion? Here? Good thing I had my sticky shot ammo! It's buckshot coated in lye. It hits, sticks, and burns!
• That's great stuff! Hey...my warband could use another experienced weaponsmith. Interested?
• Interested? Are you serious? I've been stuck in this scrapyard as a gladium for months—I'm desperate!
• Serious as an edge on steel! Once my Ghostbore musket passes muster, I can bring you in. But first, I have to test it.
• Craze Steelgrinder patrols out by the Barradin estate. He loves provoking the ghosts. You should test it there!
• Perfect. I'll update Tribune Goreblade, then assemble the Ghostbore musket and head to the Barradin estate. That should provide a target-rich environment.
• Luccia Wildeye
• Ah, here's my new up-and-comer now. I was just telling Tribune Brimstone about you. Nothing good, of course.
• Don't you believe him, soldier. In fact, Tribune Goreblade was bragging about some special weapons project you're heading up.
• I have an update on that, sir: I've acquired parts and ammunition for my Ghostbore musket. I've also arranged a weapons test.
• But there's a problem. I've seen the Flame Legion twice inside the citadel. First, they were after my plans, and then they showed up at the scrap yard to ambush me. They want my weapon, and they want me dead.
• Flame? Inside the citadel? Grrr. That steams my ears. How did they find out about your weapon design?
• I told you, Bhuer, the Flame commanders are nervous. If this musket makes ghosts take longer to reform, we'll need less troops to fight them.