“Oh, good.” Uncrossing her arms, she gestured down the hall. “Lead the way. I promise not to keep you all day.”

“Ah.” There was a short pause. “I suppose it would be inconvenient to ask for you to spot, then.”

“Where were you headed?”

“A doc told me I should take one after getting shot.” Not that it had been a serious hit, clearly.

“I’ll figure it out when I get there.” She shrugged a shoulder. “Really, today’s supposed to be a rest day. Just got back from some fieldwork.”

“Oh, good.” She briefly glanced past Richter and down the hall. “Think I’ll mostly just do some stretches.”

“The gym.” With her composure returning to its usual collected default, Tullia crossed her arms over her chest and looked up. “More specifically, one of the lesser used training rooms. Pretty sure it’s empty right now.”

Upon colliding with him, Tullia staggered a step back and braced against her heel. Balanced again, she straightened herself out and frowned Richter’s way. “Sorry — I can’t see around corners.”

Crashing headlong into @crimsxnspartan.bsky.social.

She had not been expecting for anybody to round the corner.

“Crimson, briefly.” Once the cup had made a full rotation back to where she had taken the first sip from, she lifted it again and had a second.

“You’re one of few left I’ve actually fought beside.” Her cup was set on the table, and slowly she was rotating it in place. “I suppose I cared more to check up on you than the others”

“Not as often as I should.” She took as all sip of her coffee. “Haven’t had many opportunities.”

She sat across from him, cradling the hot cup in her hands. When hr started to speak, Tullia tilted her head and waited — though after a few seconds of silence, she took the initiative. “Have you been in contact with the others?”

Tullia stood quietly a moment, frowning and unsure what to say. It was his attitude more than his words which had her concerned. Then, stepping past him and gently nudging his shoulder, she looked across the mess at an empty table. “Come on, let’s go sit.”

And with her more tame drink in her hand, she turned to face Richter with a frown. “I’m sorry.”

“The impermanence of it has long been tiring.” Stepping to the machine beside the first, Tullia opted simply for a black coffee.

“Still on the pattern of being moved around to whichever team needs a fill-in. So, yeah.”

Turning on her heels, Tullia followed just behind. “Any recent deployments?”

“I see.” Maybe standing in the middle of the hall was a little too awkward for getting a conversation rolling. She gestured over her shoulder with her thumb. “Want to get some coffee in the mess?”

“Hi.” Short pause. “How have you been?”

“Doesn’t particularly matter. We just haven’t had a chance to catch up.”

“Nothing. Just thought we should talk.”

Pointing at @crimsxnspartan.bsky.social

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FC: Jessica Bickling

— 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜. 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨 & 𝐑𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬

|| She’s had an armor update, so: layout update

— 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧-𝐈𝐈

Stoic | Blunt | Petty Officer, First Class | 6’11” | 7’3” armored | Gunner | Mission-focused | Detail-oriented | Always on the offensive

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It’s her turn. Happy Morale Day

Alive. Functional.