Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20141106174023/@comment-24901923-20141201204325

"Everybody Ok?", Merel's query filtered through Arcturus' comms as he flew to his Clan's enclave in the residential zone to prepare for the ceremonies and await his family. He paused his reading of a sit-rep he'd just recieved from Control.

"I'm fine. Silver Moon is too, mostly. 21 MS wrecked, but only 3 pilots KIA, 8 WIA, all hired Guildsmen. Your quarters will be in my house. There's no bronze or gold trimming because you aren't members, but silver lockets will be waiting for you. So will some maps of Bastion and SMC pilot suits. Ones with decent padding and a skin of ballistics cloth encasing scale armor. They aren't much bulkier than this flimsy UWG shit and they work good for shrapnel and small arms. Nobody will mind if you don't attend the ceremonies. Check out the gym or the Reliquary if you're bored. The Reliquary is a mix of library, armory, and mueseum, where we keep the collected wisdom and weaponry of our dead. The Chronicle and Codex, the books recording our history and martial lore, are the two I suggest reading first if you go there. I can give you copies for your Scrolls later if you like. Also, Albus says that he forgot to mention that the Clan developed a new magnetic actuator coating that reduces friction and makes MS move like greased lightning. They'll put it on ours during repairs, since we're the only ones without. You can help with that if you like.", Acturus said in reply before exiting his machine.

It was only a few minutes before the evacuees returned and the dual coronation and funeral ceremony was ready in under an hour after that. Everyone they could spare from Sigma's refit was present for the brief event. Sigma was absent, as expected. Once the 10 planned funeral pyres and 3 new ones began burning, Arcturus hurried to change out of his dress uniform and spend time with his daughter Mackenzie. Reaper assumed vigil duty then, dressed in his foreboding combat regalia of a black robe, black hooded cloak, and white skull mask with red glowing eyes, leaning on the scythe his MS' was modeled on. When dinner was called, Arcturus introduced Sigma to the rest of his family after a brief toast for the dead and a recitation of their names. The Faunus soon bid them goodnight, and walked out with his toddler on his shoulders and playing with his ears, telling him to "Giddy up, wolfie!" as onlookers laughed. Arcturus went to bed with his daughter a short while later, joined by his siblings.

In the morning, Arcturus reluctantly dressed in his SMC-issue pilot suit, and set out to the hangar with Mackenzie on his hip, both not wanting to be seperated any sooner than they had to.