Kilani's examination of the map gives her a few pertinent pieces of information.

The location is in South Sector 5 of the City of Pasiap's Resolve, in Earth District Floor B23. The city in its entirety is circular, covering a radius of roughly three miles, surrounding a half-mile core which contains part of the Immaculate Inner Temple.

Sector 5 is primarily an industrial sector. Though not nearly as elaborate as the factories of Fire District, the smithies and factories in this area produce a great many mundane weapon, armor and items as well as low-grade artifacts. The Earth District provides the Coils' largest amount of metal, minerals and gemstones so there are also facilities that refine these materials before sending them up toward Fire District.

As such there are many large buildings in the area. This would primarily be an urban battle and 'winning' would involve asserting control of major streets and intersections and flushing out rioters from crucial sniping positions in the buildings. Several have been marked out with symbols and colors typical in military use. The area showing unrest has been overlaid with a four-sided perimeter which indicates the area the Peace Force wish to keep under control; the streets bordering it are labeled: Steel, Crystal, Granite and Glass. Having gleaned the map Kilani is reasonably sure she can provide useful tactical advice once the operation begins. [Private to Kilani Sorune: I'll work it in as a circumstantial war bonus later on if/when you're in a position where it will activate. However, I never intended to necessarily play out the entire riot as a mass combat operation, it is more of a backdrop. Then again, I never try to plan TOO far ahead, the other PCs may surprise me. :)]

"Very good," Jedevra says meanwhile, nodding sharply. She explains the current strategy in detail. The forces would divide into four main groups, which would again subdivide into two. So they would operate on the scale level. Out of each pair one would be expected to erect a blockade at one of the four major intersections and hold the perimeter. The other scale would be mobile, checking and securing the buildings, evacuating civilians uninvolved in the rioting, subduing uncooperative rioters. They have been instructed to use non-lethal force, but if the situation became too volatile to control, more drastic means would be employed. A rather ominous statement. Kilani has heard of everything from alchemical bombs to executor automatons used in such a situation.

[Private to Kilani Sorune: noted, about your Training charm; I had put in that 2 hour gap so things like a last warm-up training exercise to occur.]
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[Private to GM: I was actually more intending to use it to justify knowing  escape routes and ways to avoid confrontation with the Dragonblood forces or plan effective attacks against them if she got convinced to help the other Exalted. This works too though, being compelled to provide the best tactical advice she can can provide a lot of benefit to her owners.]

Kilani kind of lost herself in memorizing the lay of the city, especially at the high troop concentrations, and mentally planned out the best places to bring the wounded. She was detracted by studying the already displayed information, but very quickly, upon hearing mention of full lethal force, she jerked upright, looking at Jedevra. "Full-Lethal..." she paled a bit at the thought... "Aren't we a peacekeeping group...?"

Immediately she bit her lip, knowing she was inviting punishment. But she was surprised... well, not surprised. It was to be expected really. But she didn't want part of deploying such devastating weapons.
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[Private to Kilani Sorune: ohh, well, the bonus would also work for helping the PCs or finding escape routes too. Again, it'll be invoked when it is time. :)]

Kilani also notes the buildings on the outskirts of the perimeter area, as well as any routes small and large that might bypass the barriers... just in case. As for buildings to house wounded, there is a large building at the corner of Granite and Glass, probably a factory or warehouse, that has been marked as a triage point. As well as an open lot across the way from the Crystal/Steel intersection, marked the same.

Jedevra raises her eyebrows at Kilani, gazing at her sharply. "Of course we are peacekeeping. That is what we do. Such force is only necessary if the opposing side refuses to be peaceful. We are fully willing to cooperate if the rioters will see the wisdom of calming down and disarming rather than opposing us unnecessarily. Then, it is their selfishness and lack of self-control that is hurting the populace."

No direct punishment... at least not right now. But Kilani knows that look on Jedevra's face - she's being warned, even if no force has been exerted. "We will begin Operation Earthcalm in an hour and thirty minutes. Before that we will proceed to the training area to go over some last minute protocols." Again the soldiers start to rise from their seats, this time to move to the adjacent training hall.
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"O... Of course..." She spoke softly, meekly. It was the fault of the Anathema who couldn't accept their place in things. Still... She didn't want this place. But at least it gave her a chance to save lives, even if those she saved went on to kill more...

She gave the map a last glance over as Jedevra called them to proceed for prepatory training. She frowned slightly, but stood to accompany her. "Special training again...?"
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"Correct." Again Jedevra half-pushes, half-guides Kilani along to the exit, her men giving the both of them a wide berth (Jedevra because she is their CO, Kilani because she is Anathema). The dark-haired woman is a rather driven woman, moving from one objective to the next with ruthless efficiency. "In this case, training to remind the soldiers of basic drills concerning peacekeeping during civilian uprising. It will get their blood pumping and build their morale."

The training area is a large clearing, situated between two of the major buildings of Peace Force Headquarters. At its base, it is is little more than barren earth, surrounded by high walls. Several mock-ups of building fronts have been assembled to approximate the urban environment they would soon be entering.

Upon entering the area, the 300-some soldiers divide themselves into roughly equal groups on opposite sides of the clearing. For the practice, they wear real armor and riot shields, but carry blunted weapons.

"Kilani, I want you to help oversee the defenders. This should not be difficult for you, as ideally their job should not have to involve violence. Remember, their purpose is to blockade and guard the intersections and let no uncooperative civilian through." She feels the compulsion from Jedevra woven into those words, settling into her brain through the collar. Meanwhile the Winglord begins to give some directions to the other 150 who will be going through combat drills as well as segments of stealth and scouting.

[Private to Kilani Sorune: Hopefully this is not too open ended, if you need more direction just express that through Kilani :) mostly, the troops should know their drills already, this is just a chance for you to work your subtle siddy magic on 'em.]
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Kilani bowed, accepting the order. She could bear to do ths for a group who wasn't intended to actively fight. Perhaps, she thought, she could shape their blessings in such a way that it would help them to avoid ever needing to. Satisfied with her  decision, Kilani went amongst the troops. She walked among them slowly as they trained -- She was untalented in their weapons, but even so, she offered small advice to individuals as she opened her essence up to Destiny, and let it help her to channel her Charms.

((OOC: Training Mandate of Auspicious Battle 10m Committed, 1 WP: In Mass Combat, the unit has -1 Target Number for Melee, Presence, and War-Related Rolls for up to a week, so long as the essence is committed))

Jedevra keeps the training going for about an hour. Enough to bolster the troops' confidence, both with subtle (and not-so-subtle, for the Fire Aspect) Essence nudges and through rote repetition of tactics.

The troops that Kilani helps (Jedevra Wing, 2nd Talon) seem reluctant to take any directions from her, but remember their commander's statements earlier. So they listen, though her advice is more on the theoretical than the practical, and less about new technique than bolstering their confidence in pre-existing training. By the end of the training period the 150 defenders seem more satisfied with their skill, and that of their comrades.

Most are not Dragon-bloods but all of them have been raised, as Kilani has, with the doctrine that Anathema must be slain or controlled in order to keep the Coils (and the surface world they will eventually reclaim) safe. There are a couple that show her signs of sympathy, in what limited way they can with their commanders' eyes watching so closely. Some even give their names. Istara Jun - 2nd Scale 1st Fang. Nellens Meiyi - 3rd Scale 3rd Fang. Mist Opal - 2nd Scale 4th Fang. Solemn Edge - 1st Scale, 5th Fang. And so on. One, Charal Rain of 4th Scale, claims she knew a girl like Kilani when she was younger, and discreetly palms her a trinket of soapstone carved as a bird. Another from 1st Scale, Aron Delsus, asks, "Didn't you have a sister, named Lilea?" [Private to Kilani Sorune: none of this has to mean anything to you--it's mostly me trying to give the troops a tiny bit of a human side. :)]

Finally time is called, and Jedevra has the troops break for a meal before it is time to proceed to the mission location.
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As she advises the soldiers, her limited knowledge only able to allow her to give most basic advice, her gentle demeanor somehow makes the basics seem all the more significant. She took comfort in knowing that not all the soldiers were seeking to kill indiscriminately on this task. To those who offered names or smiles, she returned the favor appreciatively. She would remember them, and swore that she wouldn't let them die.

[Private to GM: Human Side is good!]

Kilani stared at the trinket passed to her a moment, before hiding it in her robes, smiling gratefully. "O-Oh? How'd you find out about that...?" she asked softly, surprised by the mention of her sister. Still, time was on a short scale, and the soldiers didn't have much time to goof off. She would be given even less leniency.

Kilani went to Jedevra as the soldiers proceeded from the room. She bit her lip anxiously.. "And... me?"

Delsus does manage to murmur a reply before deciding not to risk further attention from the Winglord. "I remember her name. A woman named Lilea Sorune was looking for her sister. I don't know what came of it; they --" the emphasis likely meaning some Council-backed authority "-- took all the flyers down. Don't know what happened after that... maybe she joined the reb... no. I'm sorry. I'd better go." The soldier hurries off.

Then Jedevra holds Kilani's attention again. She frowns after Delsus, the stress lines marring her otherwise beautiful face. "We will eat as well. Come." Rather than entering the mess, the older, dark-haired woman has her own private dining area, and she guides Kilani there. Kilani has been there many a time. The furnishings are real, quality grain wood, the upholstery woven from the silk of essence silk spiders cultivated in the laboratories of Wood District. Excesses that could have well been put toward aiding poverty in the Earth and Fire Districts, but what could she do about that in this state?

"What was that soldier saying to you?" Jedevra asks, when they step into the private room. Though she does not ask harshly, Kilani again feels an immediate compulsion to respond. [Private to Kilani Sorune: She'll very likely know if you try to resist telling the truth. But we'll roll with whatever you attempt, if anything :)]

Around the same time, a single servant arrives, a woman with long, dark brown hair in a braid. Kilani knows her name is Nia. Eyes downturned, she brings two plates with breakfast and places them on the table. Kilani's breakfast is little more than rice, broth and pickles, but Jedevra's includes more variety: steamed buns, crullers, even preserved fruit. Though she does not eat like a glutton, the discrepancy between what is regularly available to Dragon-blooded of noble lineage and soldiers recruited from common stock is still notable.
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Kilani sat across from her, poking at her food. She sighed -- the food smelled so good, and yet she had only the barest to eat for herself. She wasn't so much jealous, but her taste buds craved something better. The scent alone was enough to be almost intoxicating to her.  She inhaled as she ate her food, tainting it with the aroma, It wasn't appetizing, but it was food.

The question surprised her. "Huh? Oh... Oh him." she poked at her food, feeling the collar nudging her. Answer...  she could feel it pressing, and bit her tongue, as she shoveled a bit into her mouth, choking down the compulsion, delaying it, as she swallowed. She uttered softly, then. "Ahh...  Nothing... that important. He wanted to know.. about my medical operations..." she lied, and horribly, her voice wavering and doubtful in her own deception.

Kilani offered a slight smile to Nia, to brighten her mood... "Thank you..."

"Y-you're welcome," says Nia, nervously. It's hard to tell whether she is more nervous about speaking with the Anathema, or being under the scrutinizing gaze of Jedevra.

Jedevra herself pauses in eating her hearty meal, either ignorant or uncaring of Kilani's wistful craving. "Do not make this difficult, Kilani. He told you something of great interest to you and you will tell me it." The compulsion is suffocating, and while she wears the collar, Kilani is helpless to it. Though Jedevra may not be fond of physical torture, the fact the young Chosen of Battles cannot choose her own decisions, or even choose how she uses her Essence, can be downright humiliating. [Private to Kilani Sorune: Well, you'll have to tell her, though you definitely don't have to do it happily. Also if you do want to ask Jedevra other things, you can continue to do so, I may move things forward into different locations but I'll try not to cut off your chances to communicate entirely.]

Nia, realizing perhaps the battle of wills intensifying between the two women at the table, backs away slowly with an expression somewhere between concern and fear.

Whimpering as she struggled, Kilani forced another bite of food into her mouth, chewing, and swallowing, shaking a little from effort, then flinching as she gave in, unable to take the pressure any more. "I-It was about my sister! I... I don't know how he knew about her, but he was saying something about her. He said nevermind about it, though, so I don't know what he was on about her." she stammered, then looked down shamefully, hand gripping the edge of the table tightly.  Why... couldn't Jedevra let her have one thing to herself...?

"Hmmm. I see." With Jedevra's nod of satisfaction, the crushing pressure of her compulsion suddenly, mercifully fades. She smiles a small, indulgent smile, and places one of her steamed buns on Kilani's plate. "That man is Aron Delsus, if I recall. I will ask him myself what he knows of Lilea Sorune. One can only hope she has not run off with Freerunners or heretics," she muses ponderously. Would Delsus get in trouble now, simply for associating with Kilani?

Nia, witnessing this exchange, finally gives into her own shame for having intruded and flees for the kitchen. "I... I'm sorry, miladies!"

Jedevra shakes her head, watching the servant go, and continues to muse aloud while she eats. "Weakness of the blood... That is a woman who will never aspire to more than serving others. And there is nothing wrong with that. Only those with the blood of Dragons can truly emulate the Immaculate Dragons themselves, and guide the masses toward a greater purpose."

"It is a shame fate has dealt you a cruel blow, Kilani. For you have no place in our Coils, except to be shackled to them." Kilani, as a native to Coils, knows the general story of the Dragon-blooded entering the Five Coils. As told to her, the world far above was embroiled in a cataclysmic war with the Anathema that ultimately destroyed their ancestral home, the Blessed Isle, and cast them out of it. The people of the old Dynasty wandered, until the elders of the time had an epiphany. Perhaps guided by the Immaculate Dragons themselves, they came across the fortress known as Five Coils. Its fabulous powers were revealed to them, and they realized they could live here safely, recuperate, build their numbers and strengthen their armies. Here was born the concept of enslaving the Celestials that Exalted among them, so as to keep them from willfully destroying their new society.

Since then, Five Coils has been home. But one day, the Dragon-blooded will rise once more with a grand army empowered by magitech and sorcery, and take back the Blessed Isle once and for all. Or so the story goes -- yet it has been nearly 300 years since then. Memories have faded into legend. Who can really say which is true, and which has been fabricated to keep the citizens docile?

"But do not fret. You can still do good, even as you are. As long as you submit to the collar, the Anathema curse within you can be controlled, and all will be safe from it."
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Kilani was breathing a little  roughly from the release of pressure, and bit her lip visibly, as the steamed bun rested onto her plate. She stared at it for a moment, then looked up at Jedevra. "Ahh.. a. are you sure?" she asked meekly.

She nodded softly, to her words. "I hope so too. Please, if she has... could you possibly... I mean... don't let them hurt her..." she poked at her food, still avoiding the bun until Jedevra revealed if she was really allowed to have it, or if it was just a trick.

The Battles lowered her head shamefully at the firmly guiding voice. "I.. I know, Ma'am..I..I am doing my best... " she spoke softly.. "I don't wan t to cause harm to anyone... "

The offer of the steamed bun doesn't seem to have any ulterior motive, at least not one Kilani can intuit. The Winglord makes no comment or show of disapproval if Kilani reaches out to eat it.

"Don't let them hurt her? Again it is entirely dependent on choices... whether Lilea would resist us, or cooperate quietly," Jedevra says with a gentleness that is not quite reassuring. "We will be sure to tell her, should we find her, that you are looking for her."

"After all, you are trying. I can safely say you are among the most well-behaved of the Collared. That is a good thing, and perhaps one day may owe you some special consideration. If you keep it up."

The meal finishes somberly, as it often does. Eager to get back to business, Jedevra does not waste her time dealing with the frightened servant, rather leaving the plates for Nia to deal with afterward. Kilani is urged to hurry, as the time is imminent for them to transport downward to Pasiap's Resolve Sector 5. Jedevra allows a small stop at their quarters for any last minute belongings (armor and weapon are, of course, emphasized), as she does not expect they will return to Headquarters for a few days, at least.

[Private to Kilani Sorune: in a couple posts we'll probably end this, as the riot scenario will be a new thread. So if you have any more you'd like to say/do, mention that asap :)]
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Kilani nodded softly, not feeling at all comfortable about the matter of her sister being missing and the subtle threats that harm might befall her. Still... There was nothing she could do. Mourning that, she ate her gifted bun slowly, savoring it visibly -- And when Jadevra left, she stood, moving to join Nia, hand on her shoulder a moment. "A.. are you okay...?"

Nia flinches back briefly, surprised and startled to be alone with the Anathema. She quickly gets over the initial shock, though, realizing that Kilani is even younger than she. And the collar is still intact, too. Surely there can be no wrongdoing.

The servant woman smiles faintly, though uncertainly. Unfortunately a lifetime of doctrine enforced by fear can hinder friendship and trust. Though she is far from hostile. "I... yes, I am," Nia replies after a moment. "Please do not get yourself in trouble... I am just a lowborn woman. Mistress Jedevra wishes you to finish preparing, yes?"

"You are going to the Earth District. If you meet a man named Agomir... let him know Nia is still here." With that last whispered wish Nia starts to pick up the plates, wanting to get her job done.

"Agomir...."  Nina replied softly, and met her gaze. "I understand. I'll tell him, if I meet him. I'll seee you again soon, Nia. Try and relax while where're gone." She turned to leave her, then , anxiously returning to her tiny quarters and picking up her Self Bow, frowning at it. "She said to bring weapons.. but I won't be using you.." she spoke to the finely made thing,  preparing a quiver with arrows: broadheads she had filed to a blunt tip for such an occasion. (Fowling)

"There.  Time to meet them..." she cast an anxious glance over the spartan bedroom, then moved to the side of the bed, kneeling down and pulling out a small notebook, opening it up and looking inside...

[Private to GM: This book is the book she keeps what little dreams can tell her of the sky, descriptions of feelings largely, or pictures she's noticed in the starrs (Namely, her college dots)]


She tucked it into her robes quickly, then turned, hurrying out to meet the peacekeeping force.

When Kilani gives her notebook one last look, she feels comforted. Her dreams are right and real, and one day she would see the truth for herself.

If only others would be inspired to reach for the heavens together in peace.

The army reconvenes in the Inter-District Transport Chamber -- a large chamber with cold adamant walls, floors and ceilings, lit up by essence power lines flaring in patterns of flickering flame. The central floor space is taken up by a series of several raised, circular platforms of blue and black jade tiles with orichalcum tracery, all of them glowing with a ring of Old Realm glyphs in fiery hues. Kilani can only think that it must take an incredible amount of power to maintain the function of this single room. Yet it is only one part of the vast structure that is the Five Coils fortress.

The Peace Force soldiers are now fully geared and grouped into their respective scales. They look... different, with their gunzosha armor bulking up their bodies, the black visors giving them an almost robotic rather than human appearance, the body a lurid red color not unlike that of freshly spilled blood. And all those shock pikes, bristling throughout the room, a sea of spearheads and red-and-black riot shields! The sight of all of them suited up in one place can be jarring for an average citizen. With the burning feather insignia on their shoulders and shields, they are without a doubt the soldiers of Jedevra Wing.

The Winglord herself, in her custom red jade dragon armor, carries her own visored helm in her hand. The suit is so tailor fit that it molds almost organically to her body, yet sculpted at various crucial points at the shoulders, forearms and shin-guards to form hard, sharp-edged points that lend to an intimidating presence. Her gauntlets are as sharp and articulate as a river dragon's claws. With the transcendent phoenix pinions attached to the shoulders and back, she appears very much like an avenging garda bird in human form.
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Jedevra nods impatiently when Kilani steps in, even though the Chosen of Battles is sure she isn't late. "We will begin Operation Earthcalm," she says in a stirring voice, as the men and women of her army straighten to listen. "The Gatekeeper of Earth has granted us permission to proceed. You will take the platform to Floor B23 scale by scale, in order of seniority. I do not expect we will immediately see combat as soon as we hit the target area, but the situation IS constantly changing and our reports are not always immediate. So keep that in mind, remember your training, our protocols and above all, the mission. For the Everlasting Peace, Prosperity and Integrity of the Five Coils, the Sons and Daughters of the Scarlet Dynasty and our Loyal Subjects. Let us bring order to the troubled citizens below."

"Peace, Prosperity and Integrity!" comes the resounding call from the gathered soldiers.

Jedevra gathers to her to soldiers of First Talon, First Scale, and urges Kilani to join her. Kilani remembers she had been training with the Second Talon, not the First.
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As Jadevra rallied her men, Kilani stood off to one side, looking on anxiously at the heavily-armored men and women of the Wing. It left her anxious, bringing all this destructive power on a peacekeeping operation. Still. Jadevra knew what she was doing.. and the Anathema did have to be stopped.

"Kila! Kila!!" The sound called out faintly, accompanied by a scratching, scurrying sound in the nearby stone walls. "G-Gibhari...?" came a murmur, well under the cheers for victory, as Kilani rushed to the side of the chamber, knocking on the wall and kneeling down. A moment later, a  tiny mole burst its head from the rock, head turned toward the Chosen of Battles. "All the Soldiers in your group are on the move and they're bringing out all the really heavy stuff too!" the creature launched into explanation, in Old Realm.

"Yes, yes, I know, Gibhari..  Shh, be quiet. You're going to get me in trouble... here, climb on! I'll need your help..."

"You got it, boss!" The mole jumped up, grabbed the hem of her crimson robes, and crawled inside, scurrying up to rest somewhere hidden within the robes. Kilani sighed, and looked down, raising a sleeve to look inside. "And no noise, I can't get in trouble..."

Hastily she tried to patch up the hole in the wall, then turned, jumping in surprised at the snapped demand for her presence so suddenly. Her face flushed, as she rushed onward to catch up to Jedevra. "S-Sorry, Commander..."

Jedevra does not seem in a particularly foul mood. She is, in fact... almost enthusiastic, surrounded by the energy of her troops (many of whom believe they mean well) in their superior, factory-built equipment. So she has no comment, just a terse nod when Kilani steps up to the transport platform, one of several Coils-specific systems the Peace Forces have taken advantage of to make up for the relative sluggishness of transporting large bodies of troops by elevator.

Whether she is aware of Ghibari or not is unknown, but she makes no comment about any extra burdens Kilani might be carrying. She does nod in approval at the inclusion of the bow and armor, though.

With the first scale in place, Fire Aspect approaches a nearby panel and presses her hand palm flat against it, expending a small stream of Essence that visibly ignites the fiery maze of channels etched upon it. She utters in a clear, professional tone: "Winglord Sesus Raves Jedevra, Five Coils Peace Force Jade Officer, Commander of Second Dragon, First Wing designated Burning Feather. ID code 032-248-660..." Several more strings of numbers and letters follow. "...Request final confirmation for Inter-District Transport to Platform B23, South Central."

An answer comes after a mere second or two of processing, spoken into the room yet from no obvious source. "AUTHORIZATION CONFIRMED, WINGLORD SESUS JEDEVRA. NOW TRANSPORTING 1 OF 10 BURNING FEATHER SCALES TO PLATFORM B23 SOUTH CENTRAL." The power buildup beneath the platform rises so swiftly it is palpable even to those not sensitive to Essence flows, thrumming like the purr of a massive beast as the small hairs on the body stand on end.

And the countdown begins.

[Private to Kilani Sorune: If you have a last post you can make it, otherwise... I'll cap and end this thread when I've got the Sector 5 thread ready for you to enter. ^^; it may be a small delay due to needing to time sync with the others there.]
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Kilani anxiously sticks close to Jedvera, looking up to the Commander nervously as she strapped her bow across her body, counterpoint to the satchel and quiver she wore across her chest. "Umm...  Do we expect anything when we get off, or is it still safe near the lift...?"

"I would not call this contraption a 'lift', per se," Jedevra says in the few seconds remaining to her. "But the transport will bring us outside the target area, first. It may be calm there. Then we will proceed on foot."

As with much of what Jedevra says, there is not a promise of surety in those words that would comfort Kilani completely.

"...5...4...3...2...1"

The platform activates, and for a brief moment Kilani feels as if the floor has simply dropped out from under her. The room... everything... disappears, replaced entirely with a misty blue, surrounding herself and Ghibari and stoic Jedevra, and the scale she is to accompany.

There is no sensation of movement, or any sense of the passage of time. But when the mists clear, they will have reached their destination.

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OOC: closing the thread :) Kilani continues in City of Pasiap's Resolve, South Sector 5!