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A squad assembly room in Windmire, then to mountains of the Ice Tribe
The time was evening, in the lair-rather, assembly room of Squad von Brandt. It was a small, circular office with a couple sofas, short coffee table, a tall bookcase, and a desk for the squad captain. It was a luxurious-looking space, even if it was a little low end in rank.
A woman of certain cruel appearance sat at the desk, writing away at paperwork that the dark mage research department had sent to her. Her skin was naturally deathly pale, and her hair hung on her shoulders like the hood of a snake. She had eyes with pupils nearly like slits, and her brow appeared as if they were forever knit together. Her name was Ursula von Brandt, a witch, captain, and namesake of the mage shock squad. Lounging the couch was young Ensign Lucas, a carefree troubadour. Standing by the captain’s desk, devotee dark mage Private Polis. Last, but certainly not the least, dark flier Corporal Ashton, who had emerged from a small door right across from the captain’s desk.
“Captain Brandt. The lot fell to our squad...” he announced breathlessly. Lucas swung his legs off of the couch and let out a long, whining sigh.
“Oh, for heaven’s sake,” Ursula grunted, “Lots?” “Lots. Not my orders, ma’am. We’re going there with a hireling, too. Here’s a dossier.” The dark flier placed a scroll upon the desk and rolled it out.
The captain’s brows knit all the tighter, “... Fila... Filigree? An elf from the Ice Tribe?”
“That is correct.”
A frustrated grunt escaped her throat, “... Keh, what are they trying to pull on us? Pitting a clansman against her own people? How very classical of the king. So very insidious...”
Ashton stepped forward with concern on his visage, “Captain, I do not see this ending well for us.” “Such talk is forbidden. It is by law that we follow through with our oaths to the king.” “Yes, that much is certain, but...” “Do I sense fear from you, corporal?” “That’s prime deserter country. Recently there’s been a number of uprisings here and there, and if I were to pin any type of hideout...” “Corporal, these are the most heavily oppressed people in all of Nohr. I just need you and this... Fila, character to follow orders. A little muscle and scary faces are all we need to make our point. Where is the elf now?” “Er... well, I don’t know what she looks like, nor her current location.” “Well, great. She’ll just have to come to us.” “Looks to be that way, ma’am...”
Not for the first time, Fila seriously questioned her life choices. What had she done to end up climbing up the steps to some small time social-climber's office in order to participate in a mission against her childhood home. She wasn't unwilling; the moment she decided to start taking contracts with the military, she had made peace with the fact that she might one day have to march against the Ice Tribe; everyone could tell it was on King Garon's chopping block. That did not mean, however, that she actually wanted to. If that was the only thing rotten about this whole affair it'd be fine, but there was more than that. Why was she traveling into the belly of the beast rather than meeting up with the squad in route to the target? Why was she picked specifically for this mission out of all the ones currently available? Fila detested superiors that played mind games with their subordinates; it was inefficient.
Still, the job paid about as lavishly as a bog-standard mercenary like herself could afford, so she was willing to put up with it. Fila hauled her ragged self up to the door to the office, knocking a loud, three-note pattern.
>Heartseeker: This unit receives bonuses when attacking opponents in defensive support and guard. +10 HIT on defensive supporting units. +20 HIT for guarding unit. +15 HIT for guarded unit.
The head of every person in the room turned at the knock.
“Captain...” the corporal murmured.
“Lucas, open the door,” ordered the captain.
With a nod, the ensign hopped off of the couch and proceeded to the door. Upon opening it, a disgruntled look came onto the witch’s face. The appearance of this elf was nothing like she had imagined.
“Shabby,” Polis muttered as she placed her hand to her chin.
“You,” Ursula grunted, her scrutinizing eyes moved up and down the elf’s tattered figure, “... You are Ms. Fila Filigree?”
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Fila nods politely to Lucas, but paused for perhaps half a second before entering. Her eyes quickly flick around the room, taking in both the surroundings and the reactions of her contractors. Despite the laid back posture and the nonplussed expression, her eyes held the sort of sharp, calculating gleam Ursula would've seen many times in her years as a dark mage, or perhaps in her own reflection.
Fila's glaze passes around the perimeter of the door in the blink of an eye, before she steps through. She shuffles to the side so the door can be closed behind her, keeping enough distance between her and the other occupants of the room to avoid getting jumped. The 'shabby' comment was a bit rude. She was shabby, obviously , but there was no need to point it out. She was tempted to call the squadie out on it... But no, no need to escalate the situation. She didn't need pride when she could instead get paid.
"I am. Good to meet you all."
Having entered the office, Fila, properly assessed the situation beyond 'is this a trap?' The rest of the room could go on thinking she was cheap fodder, but the one behind the desk, that one needed to have it least some respect for her. That would be somewhat difficult, all things considered. They seemed to put some stock in appearances, based on the office and their rather unprofessional slip of the tongue.
Well, if they weren't going to censor themselves, she wasn't either. She turns her head to the Captain. "I see I haven't lived up to your fantasies. Allow me to ease your worries; I am indeed Fila Filigree, and I will do everything in my power to ensure the success of your mission. Your superiors paid for everything except the 'dying horribly' fee, but its still quite a good package, I assure you."
>Heartseeker: This unit receives bonuses when attacking opponents in defensive support and guard. +10 HIT on defensive supporting units. +20 HIT for guarding unit. +15 HIT for guarded unit.
There was a brief moment of silence in the room after she had spoken. In time, the captain’s mood appeared to soften as she stood up from her seat.
“There is no need to feel defensive, Ms. Filigree,” she replied as she leaned against the table, “I see the logic, but far as it goes for... the rest of us...” Her eyes pierced sideways to Polis, causing her to shiver, “Bridling one’s tongue has not been practiced enough.”
She lifted her hand to the couch that the ensign once occupied, “Please sit. I would like to ask you some questions before we continue.”
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Fila eased up, satisfied that the ensign was reprimanded. She didn't have much in the way of pride as a mercenary, but she at least expected some tact from anyone who was going to find fault in her for being 'shabby'. At least the captain seemed to have some respect for good working practices, which made Fila feel somewhat optimistic. She didn't like being asked to sit. It was a position of vulnerability, after all. However, as she was currently in a room with at least three other people capable of slinging the same deadly magic as her... Well, may as well die sitting on a fairly comfortable-looking couch. Fila nods to Ursula, walking over to the couch in careful steps. Even if it was silly to pretend she could make it out alive, she still wasn't about to let her guard down on the home turf of another Mage. As she sits down, she leans over, propping her elbows on her knees and gesturing for Ursula to continue. "What did you want to know?"
>Heartseeker: This unit receives bonuses when attacking opponents in defensive support and guard. +10 HIT on defensive supporting units. +20 HIT for guarding unit. +15 HIT for guarded unit.
Ursula sat back down in her chair, linked her fingers together, and fixated her eyes on the elf’s own. “I will be brief. I am sure you’re aware of the nature of our assignment.” The scroll on the table was tapped on, “It is a routine check for deserter hideouts within the Ice Tribe region. Deserters are traitors to the Nohrian oath, seeking to overthrow the authority vested in King Garon himself.” Her hand lifted to a wanted poster on a bulletin board upon the wall, “... That being said, a well-known deserter has been spotted among the Ice Tribe. We do not know if they are sheltering him, or if he is using them as cover like a coward.” Her face appeared to darken, “... He and his men have led numerous coups against the king’s soldiers, causing unnecessary casualties and inadvertently assisting Hoshido by sowing chaos and discord within our own people.”
The witch exhaled gently, “That being said, we will likely be fighting against your own kinsmen. My question to you is this...” her hand motioned to Fila as her eyes became piercing, “... Can I trust you to have my back?”
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Fila suppressed a look of disbelief as the captain explained to her the unrest in the Ice Tribe. She grew up in the Ice Tribe, and likely understood the roots of the rebellions better than anyone in the room. Even if she hadn't been home in a long time, that still held true. The desrter's face looked familiar, but she couldn't pin it. That meant she hadn't taken a job from him, which was a point in her favor. She surfaced from the brief mental tangent as Ursula finished winding up to the real reason for the recap: the question of loyalty. Fila sighed. She had been expecting this, but that didn't make it anymore palatable. She had many fond memories of her home. She loved it there, despite what she did. She learned her trade as a Dark Mage there, how to take care of herself, how to talk to people, how to fight... But when her people's hour of need began, she chose to leave rather than risk the wrath of Nohr, instead acting as a mercenary for the very people who oppressed her. There was only ever one answer to Ursula's question.
"Of course." Fila answers, tone flat, as if the question was trivial, and the answer obvious. "I'm a traitor to the tribe for running out on them anyways. I've burned those bridges long ago. As long as I'm paid, you can trust me."
>Heartseeker: This unit receives bonuses when attacking opponents in defensive support and guard. +10 HIT on defensive supporting units. +20 HIT for guarding unit. +15 HIT for guarded unit.
So, this was how it was. If Ursula was anymore feeling, she would have considered this heartrending. Alas, she was not a woman of emotions, and as such a wicked smile grew on her face.
“Then until our assignment is accomplished, you are in my confidence,” Ursula replied, she glanced to the other members in the room, “Company, introductions are in order.”
With a nod, the corporal saluted the mercenary, “Corporal Ashton. Dark flier. I am the point man.”
The private shuffled uncomfortably, yet followed up in kind, “Private Polis. Dark mage. Rear guard.”
Afterward, the ensign saluted and barked, “Ensign Lucas! Troubadour and field medic!”
Finally, Ursula folded her arms, “And I am Ursula von Brandt, a witch, and your temporary squad captain. Do stay in my good graces, Ms. Filigree.” Fila
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Fila notes looks over the assembled squad, her squad mates for the duration of the assignment. The corporal seemed a steady sort, though he'd have to be to be trusted with point. The Private that had insulted her was rear guard... She already didn't like her, but since she'd quite literally be watching her back Fila, decided to give her the benefit of a doubt. Her pride was ultimately nothing compared to her life, so as long as Private Polis could protect the later she'd do. The troubadour seemed... eager. Fila assumed it was either a mask, or that they were still fairly green; the role of medic was usually a soul-sucking one. And finally, the captain. Very fancy name, that one. Very ambitious too. As long as Fila served to advance those ambitions through her continued survival, the captain would probably try to keep her alive. Well, that suited Fila just fine. She was in the business of advancing the agendas of others, after all.
Fila nods. "A pleasure. I look forward to working with you all." Oh, but they were still going to the Ice Tribe. Well, so far they'd been upfront with her, so she ought to return the favor. Fila refocused on the captain, adopting a slightly sheepish expression. "Ah, there is one... suggestion I should make. Unless you're looking for a brawl, you may want to avoid mentioning my name once we reach the Ice Tribe proper. I wasn't exaggerating when I said those bridges were burned." She gives a resigned shrug, before continuing "I understand that this is rather inconvenient; I hadn't expected that of all the missions in the pool, this is the one they'd give me. It seems a bit unfair to you, but I suppose that's bureaucracy at its finest." She gave a meaningful glance to Ursula, quick enough anyone else in the rooom might've missed it. It did not escape her that Ursula might be looking for a fight in the Ice Tribe, or that this was a test for either herself or her temporary captain. She was leaning towards the latter, since thus far neither her nor the Nohrian military had made any motions towards a more permanent relationship.
>Heartseeker: This unit receives bonuses when attacking opponents in defensive support and guard. +10 HIT on defensive supporting units. +20 HIT for guarding unit. +15 HIT for guarded unit.
“I thought as much,” Ursula sighed, she placed a hand to her chin, “I for one would prefer avoiding unnecessary conflict due to your case of relationship. Very well, we will refer to you with a codename...” she eyeballed the other three, “... but I won’t be the one making it.” She sat back down in her chair and pulled out a pen and parchment from her desk, then began scribbling away a paragraph of words.
Lucas’ face brightened at the chance of creativity, “Oh, oh! How about Serval?!”
“Serval?” Ashton grimaced and pointed to the ceiling, “I do prefer a more refined alias. None of that animal vocabulary. I suggest Baroque.”
“Baroque,” Polis shut her eyes, “I’ll stick to ‘Shabby.’”
“For the king’s sake, agree for once,” the witch mumbled, she glanced to Fila and gestured to her, “Pick one or make your own.” Fila
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Fila almost giggles at their antics. Codenames? Truly? It was endearing that they insisted on giving her an actual name; she was expecting them to just refer to them as 'Mercenary'. Honestly, she might've preferred it; as much as it robbed her of personhood, it was also refreshingly simple. A clearly defined role she could fit into without issue, one she had great experience with.
However... If a coat-throat nohrian mage wanted maintain some level of familiarity with an 'expendable sellsword', Fila wanted to encourage that. Those sorts of instincts would benefit them bother down the line; compassion was just as powerful a tool as ruthlessness, and she enjoyed having commanders that cared about her.
Fila grins. "If you need a name, call me Jack. It should be serviceable enough."
>Heartseeker: This unit receives bonuses when attacking opponents in defensive support and guard. +10 HIT on defensive supporting units. +20 HIT for guarding unit. +15 HIT for guarded unit.
“Jaaaaaaack?” Lucas drawled with complaint in his tone, “But I like Serval...”
“Jack?” the corporal’s head hung a little, “I’m a tad disappointed you did not bother to select mine.”
“‘Shabby’ is a perfectly good nickname!” Polis protested with a cross of her arms. She turned her head away to the captain, “Wouldn’t you agree, cap... tain?” The eyes of the other two trailed back to the captain’s darkened expression.
”She said Jack, so just call her JACK, you idiots,” Ursula hissed, the pen in her hand tapped the surface of the desk impatiently, “All four of you prepare to ship out tonight. We will be taking an express carriage, but pray that we aren’t interrupted by gormless deserters on the way. Meet by the barrack stables in ten minutes, and we shall leave promptly.”
“Yes, ma’am!” The three immediately scrambled out the door.
Thus, the appointed time came, and the squad shipped out to the mountains of the Ice Tribe. There were a few stopovers in the larger cities to resupply and rest, but after a rather brisk week’s worth of traveling, the Squad von Brandt finally arrived to the foot of the mountain without a hitch.
The formation was a cross-like shape: Ashton took the front guard, Ursula, Lucas, and Jack respectively in the middle, and Polis on the rear... or rather, sitting on the rear end of Lucas’ horse.
“Brrr,” Lucas shivered as he patted his arms, “Man, Windmire’s cold does not compare to this!”
“Quit your whining, Lucas,” Ashton grunted, “It’s unrefined.”
Ursula took a moment to glance the surrounding area. “... The darkness is not responding. It seems we’re clear of any hostiles.” She pointed forward, “Onward to the village. We must return before nightfall lest we make shelter in a blizzard.” She glanced to the mercenary, “Jack, I trust you have some memory of navigating these mountains?” Fila
Fila snickers at their antics. It seemed oddly kind for the sort of image nohrian mages liked to give up. Honestly, they seemed better people than her. Considering they had a a national ideal to adhere to, it wasn't out of the question that they were. Fila honestly didn't understand what the problem was. It wasn't that cold; honestly, it was unseasonably warm. She was wearing the same clothes she'd worn back in nohr, and as far as any of her companions could tell, seemed complete unaffected.
"We don't want to be caught out without shelter; even I'll start to feel the chill." She nods to a direction to their left. "Barring a massive shift in geography, there's a cave in that direction. At a steady march, we should make it there before the dead of nightfall. There's usually some food stashed there for travelers, but if there's been unrest in the area some activities may have tampered with it."
>Heartseeker: This unit receives bonuses when attacking opponents in defensive support and guard. +10 HIT on defensive supporting units. +20 HIT for guarding unit. +15 HIT for guarded unit.
“That would be a last resort,” said Ursula as she wrapped her scarf a little tighter around her neck, “There is a Nohrian barracks on our way to the village. I’ve been there before. With any luck, we can take shelter there.” Her gaze faced frontward, “Onward, corporal. The sooner we finish this assignment, the sooner we can leave.”
“As you command, captain,” replied Ashton as he pressed his heels into his pegasus, “We march!” Thus, the squad started their trek into the mountain.
Lucas shuffled uncomfortably in his saddle, “... Captain, you said... ‘with any luck?’”
“Yes,” Ursula nodded, “Not to put any doubt on our own forces, but Ashton is right, these mountains can easily house these rebels. If they amass a great enough force, they can take a small fort.” She glanced to Jack, “... How long ago were you at this cave?”
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