(I'm assuming Epsilon has a mini fort far away from Haven?)

Koutetsunii lay her head down on the table in the mess hall. I'm tired. Heck, I'm always tired! Worrying about protecting an identity, worrying about the world against us, it's just becoming too much! She rose her head back up to look at her plate. Where food had been, there was none. Her head met table again as she dozed off, her hat barely remaining on.

Xecea quietly fiddled with the handle of her father's katana, As she stood on Guard duty.
Always, always, always, GUARD DUTY. She sighed, And watched as her breath dissapeared into the blizzard of the year's winter.
Xecea looked up to see someone walking towards the base.
"Halt! Who goes there?" Xecea said loudly, loud enough for anyone to hear from inside the base. Thank god the walls were thin enough for her not to have to yell.
As she waited for the stranger's response, She thought 'Somewhere, Someone has the same rotten job as me...'

Xecea raised her eyebrows, eying the strange gesture he made to his heart.
"Fair enough. I'm Xecea. Have you business at our 'renegade' fortress?"
Xecea said, Gesturing to the base behind her.
Xecea tightened her grip on her left katana, as she hoped that what she had said didn't turn to unwanted company or other events.

I tossed her question around in my head, contemplating the right answer. In the end , I decided upon a vague truth.

"No business. Just a strange man in a strange land. Wondering through these parts, investigating the winter. And by 'renegade' what do you mean?"

'What a convenient slip of information.' I thought. 'So this is Epsilon, Verne's death sentence. Doesn't look like much.'

Beck raised the high powered goggles to his eyes, peering down at the fortress Oh? Who is this? A straggler hoping to enter! He zoomed in, taking in the winter gear and holstered Hail Driver. This is where my next target is... Quietly, Beck dropped to the ground to from the tree and ghosted towards the fort.

OOC: Sry about the late post guys

[In the snowey wildlands outside Haven comes a wondering nomad, he has forgotten his name, all he could remember is the thrill of been released from his strait jacket by a unsuspecting bomber, who was on patrol while he wondered aimlessly in the snow after the asylum was compromised. Soon after he was freed from his old strait jacket, he voilently bashed the bomber in the head, twisting and biting her arms and neck until she was on the ground, praying for mercy. Saboteur can recall how he voilently deflowered her, the sense of his joy mixed with his insanity. After he took her cloth for himself, he came to realize that the person he raped and murdered, was a man.]

Saboteur: *twitching* "Oh, tha-that was nice... SO NICE!!! The flower inside me blossomed in this-" *cries pathetically* "Cold... BITTER Snow... land!!!" *sees a wolver cub dying in the snow* "Oh, what is this?! A cute puppy!!!" *picks up the cub and strokes it* "There, there, sabo is here..." *breaks the cub's neck* "HA, JUST KIDDING!!! HAHAHAHA!!!"

[Saboteur reaches for the radio communicator on his belt, the radio that formerly belonged to the bomber of the epsilon squad, he activated its signal tracing ability and headed for the small camp that they set up far away from Haven. But along the way, he saw a small shard of obsidian buried in the snow, out of insanity as well as curiosity, he picked it up.]

???: "Hellow there, knight from the star, aren't you the fruity one, why would you make out with a man if you aren't even into those things?"

Saboteur: "Huh?! hu-huh!!?! *&*$#@" *checks his surrounds* "WHO TALKING?!! WHO IS TALKING?!!!"

???: "It is me, the obsidian shard you just picked up, my name is Mezizas, and I will be your friend from now on!"

Saboteur: "Fu-Fu-Fu-Fi-FRIEND!?!?!"

Dreston barely made out the city gates before the alarms went off. He could hear 1st and 2nd Battalion patrols scouring Haven proper in search of the "Agitator", as Verne's men have come to call those knight who still fought. Once in the slums,Dreston bolted to his shack and kick his way through the plywood door.Frantically clawing at the dirt floor, he revealed a small box,opening it Dreston revealed his custom Callahan and Sentenza,a block of plastic explosives, and a bag of coffee beans.

After holstering his guns,Dreston headed for the woods.the only sign left of him was a little ball rolling along the uneven floor.

As she ran to help, she realized she forgot her shield in her quarters. She ran to her quarters to get the Grey Owlite in it's shield glory. As she picked up her shield, she heard a rumble. "Who's there?"

A book fell. Huh, odd, I thought I had all those books stacked neatly, now they appear in a pile. She looked around in the books, to be greeted by a person hiding there. She jumped back and pointed her Peacemaker at him, and she took an offensive stance, one that only exposed her head to an attack. "W-who are you?" She asked.

Koutetsunii recovered from the hit, and watched as he reached for her gun. She put her foot on his outreached hand and pointed flourish at his head. "Don't call me a girl. State your business."

She reached down for her gun. She held it in her hand, and pulled the trigger. He dared try to kill her friends, and she showed no sympathy. He holstered her gun and sheathed the flourish, and hoisted the unmoving body over her shoulder. She didn't want to be so cruel, but to have someone attack her and her friends was unforgiveable. She walked towards the door to the outside.

[Saboteur hears a gunshot from the distance, the same direction as the outpost, sounds like as if a fight has broke amounst their ranks. Mezizas the obsidian shard is whispering just loud enough for saboteur to hear it, but right now, he is nothing more than an idiot wodering in the middle of nowhere with a piece of rock in his hand.]

Mezizas:*gasps* "I can sense, knights in the outpost has just eliminated an intruder, let's not suffer the same fate show shall we?"

Saboteur: "Ho-ho-HOW?!?!?!"

Mezizas: "Just let me do the talking, I will get you pass the checkpoint..."

After hours of sneaking through brambles Dreston finally made his way out of the woods. Haven guards had chased him like bloodhounds, and he was not sure they weren't still. Oblivious to where he was going, Dreston walked tell he came to a fortress wall, and promptly collapsed in the snow.

Beck watched through the vents as Kayphus died. Hm, makes things easier for me. He left the building and saw a knight sprawling against the wall of the fortress. Huh, I wonder... He dragged the unconcious knight to the door, no one was guarding at the moment. Beck checked around for any cameras and saw one. Ugh He pulled out his Valiance and shot off the cord. He pulled the camera off and fished around in it, pulling out the tape he smiled. He put the camera pack and stuffed some snow on it. After the camera looked sufficiently disguised, he took out a crest. It bore the symbol of Verne. He slipped it into the knight's back pocket and quickly left. Trudging through the snow he saw Haven's outer wall come into view. A squad of guards were entering. He fell into step behind them and passed through the walls.

"I hate Drunks" One guard said.

He looked at the guard with a weird look and turned into an alley. There, he flicked on his com unit.

"Ghost one checking in, Job completed."

A voice crackled through the com, "Good, any evidence you did it?"

"None, made it look like someone else did it."

"Good, your payment is being sent to your energy account. Your next target is a High profile one, one of the council-men of Verne's. Details will be sent later, goodbye"

Kwib stood beside Verne, resting on the handle of his leviathan blade, point to the ground. Kwib cast a glance at Kanoka noting her not-so-amused face as he heard her mumble, "Stupid casino". Kwib was still unsure about Kanoka, she seemed... Odd. But she was one of those loyal to Verne, he had heard her say it with such conviction that day they were recruited to Verne's guard force.

Kwib pulled the brim of his chapeau lower to cover his eyes, choosing to watch the people waste their money on pointless games. They didn't even seem to know the odds were so heavily against them. That or they were too drunk to care.

Shifting his weight to his other foot, Kwib breathed a heavy sigh. Following Verne around all day was horribly boring.

(I'm assuming Saboteur arrives at day, around the time Ralan wakes.)

"Alright, good. Head inside and get some food and rest." She said. I wonder how Ralan's doing... So, Logically, she headed towards the medical room.

"How are you doing Ralan?" She asked Ralan. Her eyes started to close while asking. She had terrible sleep last night. What if there were MORE intruders?

Kwib was startled as another of Verne's guard tapped him on the shoulder. Before checking who it was, Kwib spun around and had the blade of his leviathan up and ready for action.
Raising an eyebrow quizzically, the guard said simply, "Ya shift is over - and if ya do tha' agin, I will be sure to repay t' favor."
"And if you don't learn to speak like a knight I might not look before striking..." Kwib muttered under his breath as he sheathed the leviathan in the scabbard fastned to his back. Bowing with as much respect as he could muster to Verne, Kwib departed the casino; heading for his quarters in the spiral headquarters made palace.

As he walked, he thought about how he hated working for Verne, and started reminiscing about the old spiral order. He had never been one of the best knights in the order. As a matter of fact, he had been one of the most mediocre knights they had. He got things done, but in his own time. But it all changed when Verne took over. He remembered Kanoka openly saying that their cause was lost, and that she sided with Verne. Kwib had been shocked. In the weeks that followed he had put all his effort into turning his short stature, speed, and strength to deadly qualities - training so as to not fall to Verne's campaign.
But Verne's armies were swift and decisive, cutting through the Spiral Order like an Acheron through slimes. And so Kwib had claimed allegiance to Verne, much like he had seen Kanoka do so many days before. Kwib had all but given up hope of Verne's rule being fought off. The rumors of the Epsilon Squad were just that - rumors, faerie tales. Faerie tales told to a child when the are restless and cannot sleep. Rumors talked about in the market place when no guards are about. Rumors, faerie stories - if only they were real.

Kwib walked through the corridors of the palace, passing soldiers who saluted him. He was buried in his thought, until he heard his name and stopped, frozen, listening to a tale unravel.

"... Kwib was an interesting fellow." A voice spoke from inside the room Kwib was outside.
"He wasn't the best knight if the Spiral Order, but he wasn't the worst either. He was actually an apprentice of the Rose Order, and a pretty lowly one at that. Now if I remember correctly, he was only allowed to wear coral regalia, this was to identify him with the Rose Order and show he was an apprentice. Only the highest of the Rose Order wore white regalia." The voice was interrupted by another. "But he wears white now? Shouldn't he not be allowed to?"
"Idiot," the first voice said, "The Rose Order was part of the Spiral Order - and we ran them to the ground eh? Numbskull... Anyway. Kwib was this lowly Rose Order apprentice when we, Verne's men, came and started tearing them apart. Now his sensei, Master Moonstone, told Kwib he was not allowed to fight against us. Instead, he was to stay and train. And he did. His sensei taught him all sorts of things - stuff he had never been allowed to learn before. Kwib trained hard in those weeks and rose quickly - stop laughing! It's not that funny... Kwib rose quickly but still wore coral regalia. Master Moonstone told Kwib there would be a time when he would wear the white, and make everyone proud. Who knows? Maybe he has. By this time, the war was close to its end, and Master Moonstone told young Kwib that it was time to fight - and told him it was his time to shine. Both Master Moonstone and Kwib showed up to the battle field, Kwib still colored coral. They ran into the fight with a passion, Master Moonstone swinging his Grand Flourish swiftly and Kwib sweeping us aside with his leviathan. And the tides seemed to turn against us, but not for long. We outnumbered the Spiral Order forces ten to one. Soon they started getting overwhelmed. First to go down was Master Moonstone, shot through the stomach by my own bullet. Eh? Of COURSE it was my bullet you fool! No matter - Kwib went shocked, then he raged. He tore his coral regalia, and took on his fallen sensei's regalia - the white. Kwib was a menace, the sun had just set, and Kwib shone in the moonlight - the Moonlit Knight. Or, as some like to call him, the Moon Rose Demon. He smashed into the battle once again, but he was careless and was brought down. He fled the battle - only to show up at Verne's palace a few days later paying allegiance to him. But to this day, he still wears the regalia of his sensei."
A long silence ensued. Then another voice spoke out, "That doesn't make sense! Why would Verne accept him after that?"

Kwib had heard enough. He knew he had earned the nickname Moonlit Knight, but now he knew the whole story. Faerie tales, rumors. He hurried to his room, not wanting to hear anything more about him.

Rumors, faerie stories. Oh how he hated them. If only they knew the truth...

She looked at the plan for a minute. "It seems good." She said, standing up from the chair. "I'm going to go get something to drink, I'll be back sooOOOON!". As she was walking towards the door, she tripped. Her chapeau had left her head and floated off another direction. Her attempt at hiding her gender had failed, but she didn't think about that while her face was meeting floor.

[Saboteur, who is also in the meeting room, sees a tiny glimpse of Konetsunii's face. He might be on the verge of his reasons, but there is no way he could have mistook that face for a man. And suddenly, a tiny bit of his sanity returns and he could definately recall how he mistook the bomber he bashed as a woman, so for now he still regarded Konetsunii as a man.]

Mezizas: *whispers at saboteur* "Hmm, your captain is behaving strangely... I have only seen a woman act like that in order to protect her identity."

Saboteur: *sanity returns* "Who is talking?!"

Mezizas: *whispers at saboteur* "Be a good boy, sabo... be normal..."

Saboteur: *returns to madness* "Ye-ye-YES!! I AM SABOTEUR, I blow up things!!!"

Kwib sat on his bed holding a photo frame, his chapeau hanging on his hat stand. He sat staring at the photo, almost as if it were going bite him. Then he suddenly clasped it to his chest and hung his head shamefully.
"I have failed you... Everything you taught me, everything I was supposed to stand for. I should have fallen with you, not have been a coward and lied to save my skin... It isn't right..." Kwib sniffed as a tear ran down his, quickly followed by another. He was barely holding together these days...
Get a grip Kwib, he thought to himself, You have to be strong. You can't break now... I can... I can still be redeemed...
Kwib bent over and placed the frame under his cot. Even as a guard of Verne's, he still slept on a cot. He could get better, but he felt he didn't deserve it. Kwib then straightened, and collapsed on his bed, preparing for sleep so as to be refreshed for his next shift.