‣‣‣Voltron; Legendary Defender✧ Canon⁃Divergent⁃Ozar || CC__ DIVERGENT || Written by FadedNorth(21+)
Heavily headcanon based CC▪︎ Pre-Events\during events
Friendly towards 《《Ocs-multimuse-crossover-multiverse-other canaons-aus-other fandoms++》》
Multiship 》 Multithread》 multiverse》 crossovers》
■ask box ■M!A ■threads ■Verses n' AUs
[MAIN] ||Lieutenants PROFILE
[SECONDARY] ||General Axca ||Haylee
[Get to know] ||OFFICER Olia ||Survayer Marmoran ||Lieutenant Bur-Ban ||
Recommend laptop/computer ver for best read!
||Below for mass intro/muse intell||
╠Guidelines+General rules╣
Be cordial and don't start drama. I want this to have good energy and interaction! I welcome everyone here with open arms. But please know someone runs this, and like other rp blogs, they are a PERSON.
This blog does and will contain written or drawn aspects of gore and violence in certain instances and scenarios due to the Muses life/experiences. Please be aware that I will TAG each and write a specific warning. I will not post without posting a tag/warning beforehand and a "Readmore" line. (same for 18+ content)
CC does not EQUAL mun. Actions taken by muse or others do not equal to mun. We are playing characters.
Patience is a well-needed aspect for most rp spaces. If I do not reply right away or in a day or so- hit me over the head with a message. I get busy sometimes and a simple message like--- "Hey, we have a thread, did my reply go through" Or something like that works well for me.
I am fairly active and pretty welcoming towards anyone. I am not selective as of now (I love me some interactions), and if i change things, i will make it as its own post!
╠Shipping╣
Ozar is 20+ and a fully grown adult, so shipping is open. As long as the other muse is an ADULT and holds traits of a grown ADULT, I am open to shipping but would like to speak beforehand. Especially if you wish to reestablish something. [[Including cross-verse/universe+e.t.c
▪︎ With that, he is a multiship. So, being in a relationship with one does not mean he is cheating. ▪︎
not 100% sure what to put here. haha, simple as I can be sorry--- I just don't want any misunderstandings.
╠Triggering topics╣
Being part of a rebellion means war and all its things that bring it with. Including gore, blood, violence, and other topics. While not all threads will contain this, some will. I am not someone who just does angsty threads, I enjoy spicing it up and adding fluff to them as well. Including just doing goofy threads or scenarios with my muses.
To warn ahead !!____________!! will be used!
And now...
Drugs, gore, blood, traumatic events, and other mentions and talk will occur in some threads and spaces. Please be aware and look for the tags and / or warning markings. I will tag each and ensure nothing gets out without proper tags.
╠Mun╣
Call me Merci or north! I am 21+
I have roleplayed for around 9+ years and have a semi-lit to novel-length replying I tend to do. However, I also reply in shorter sentences depending on the type of thread or what settles well for us! Most of my replies tend to be around 1-3 paragraphs for a usual reply. Anything longer than 5+ is rare, but if that does occur, I will cut it short or have it under a "readmore" to ensure things don't get too blocked or confusing!
▪︎Minus crack!fluff!pre-planned threads in shorter segments. I am extremely flexible for length!▪︎
‣‣‣╣Fandoms I am IN [[currently watching or been HIGHLY active with))
Voltron Legendary Defenders (2016) ◇
Transformers; Prime, Cyberverse, ONE(movie), and RDI(15K) ◇
Invincible (Show caught up 1-3 plus---comp-2 for comics) ◇
‣‣‣╣Fandoms have been in / Interested
The Owl House ◆ COMPLETED
GaoGaiGar:King of the braves (all ver) ◆COMPLETED
Brave Police J-decker ◆ COMPLETED
Transformers: Animated, G1, ROTB/Knightverse, botbots ◆ COMPLETED
MLP (seasons 1-4, catching up) ◆
Centaurworld◆ COMPLETED
FNAF (1-5) ◆
Tankmen ◆
Minecraft (I still play it) ◆ dunno just...plot purposes??
EPIC_the musical ◆
I am always open to other fandoms, and I will look into them if you are interested in an rp! Please also note that I did not place ALL my fandoms. These are the ones I am the most familiar with or versed in. {{Just because I placed ones I am active in does not mean I am not going to be open to RPing with you, I love to roleplay and welcome everyone with open arms. ^^ and I am very open to those outside of the vld fandom--Fear not i do not bite lol
‣‣‣╣TAGS
||Your devoted lieutenant__gen rp
||Lieutenant of the rebellion__Ozar misc
!!!___Warning___!!!
||Tap on your shoulder__answered
||Good request__M!A or Art request
||Otherside of the moon__Aesthetic
||Kinda sour taste__18+/sinday
||What an auspicious occasion__Ask
||Chorus of fists__for mentions of other rebels or being played
||Merci's magical hands__My art tag if I post
||Apply to the blue one__Misc Muse related (updated) ||The shining of the moon__misc muse/related
(*Gently places the giant blue bird here* @cyberghost-scout )
"Um..." Flow fixed her lovely veiled hat. The suns in the swapmeet place were shining. A lovely day indeed, she was having a great time finding great deals on silver and findings. And then one thing lead to another: a bonus treat of lace, some little biscuits that Ozar and children would like... She got lost, pink eyes narrowed trying to find a familiar colors of her cybertronian group or the rebels.
Sighing she decided to move to a less busy part of the stalls. Unaware that someone noticed her.
Ozar was making his rounds on the landing pad. Giving one last look over the ships and their recent repairs. While not as close or intimate of an inspection, he held confidence in Olia’s judgment.
Not that was much out of question. It was just the usual routine.
It had been quiet as of late. Galran activity down, the bots on their own tasks, the rebels themselves off doing their tasks. Little to no issue of safety. A oddity, one that kept him on his toes. Even if it was quiet, something could happen.
So, only when he spotted one of his soldiers running up to him—
“Has something occurred?” While he hoped it was something of their own doing, the pit he felt brought more of an idea what was going be said.
Flow didn't process what was happening like she was frozen in place.
"He's gone..."
Her haloform glitched in and out until her expression turned to heartbreak and tears formed. Slowly she covered her face to hide the look in her face body shaking.
“Do you want anything else to drink?” N7 tilted her head down. They didn’t have much else but, the five little bottles could do. She heard it helps with head issues. Maybe it could. She mostly was worried about Haylee.
Te-osh returned as Olia finally looked up from her soaked hands. A intense expression laid upon her face. The commander was far more collected now than the remaining soldiers had believed she’d be.
But that was part of their need for structure. And now they would need it more then ever before.
Flow gave a shake vent. "Can I have a bottle of motor oil instead?" She asked N7. She needed something strong and mimicking to drink organic alcohol is not going to cut it for her.
She dread the thought of telling Haylee. Oh Haylee. She rubbed her face not sure of what will happen.
"Yes,. If forgotten you are similar to me." N7 gave Te-osh a glance before leaving."
"We will find justice in these times." Te-osh spoke finally. Taking a seat next to Flow with a comforting hand finding its way to her shoulder. A silent look of guilt held in her eyes as she looked to Olia.
Olia continued to stay quiet. Her legs hugged to her chest as she stay put.
Olia looked back up as N7 returned. Watching ad the motor oil was given to her and then leaving to find a seat near them both.
Te-osh continued to comfort Flow. Silently in her own world as she ran over the Vargas before. Where she could have done right and kept him on base. Not done such runs and let their guard down. They had done it before and the loss was far more massive.
(*Gently places the giant blue bird here* @cyberghost-scout )
"Um..." Flow fixed her lovely veiled hat. The suns in the swapmeet place were shining. A lovely day indeed, she was having a great time finding great deals on silver and findings. And then one thing lead to another: a bonus treat of lace, some little biscuits that Ozar and children would like... She got lost, pink eyes narrowed trying to find a familiar colors of her cybertronian group or the rebels.
Sighing she decided to move to a less busy part of the stalls. Unaware that someone noticed her.
Ozar was making his rounds on the landing pad. Giving one last look over the ships and their recent repairs. While not as close or intimate of an inspection, he held confidence in Olia’s judgment.
Not that was much out of question. It was just the usual routine.
It had been quiet as of late. Galran activity down, the bots on their own tasks, the rebels themselves off doing their tasks. Little to no issue of safety. A oddity, one that kept him on his toes. Even if it was quiet, something could happen.
So, only when he spotted one of his soldiers running up to him—
“Has something occurred?” While he hoped it was something of their own doing, the pit he felt brought more of an idea what was going be said.
Flow didn't process what was happening like she was frozen in place.
"He's gone..."
Her haloform glitched in and out until her expression turned to heartbreak and tears formed. Slowly she covered her face to hide the look in her face body shaking.
“Do you want anything else to drink?” N7 tilted her head down. They didn’t have much else but, the five little bottles could do. She heard it helps with head issues. Maybe it could. She mostly was worried about Haylee.
Te-osh returned as Olia finally looked up from her soaked hands. A intense expression laid upon her face. The commander was far more collected now than the remaining soldiers had believed she’d be.
But that was part of their need for structure. And now they would need it more then ever before.
Flow gave a shake vent. "Can I have a bottle of motor oil instead?" She asked N7. She needed something strong and mimicking to drink organic alcohol is not going to cut it for her.
She dread the thought of telling Haylee. Oh Haylee. She rubbed her face not sure of what will happen.
"Yes,. If forgotten you are similar to me." N7 gave Te-osh a glance before leaving."
"We will find justice in these times." Te-osh spoke finally. Taking a seat next to Flow with a comforting hand finding its way to her shoulder. A silent look of guilt held in her eyes as she looked to Olia.
Olia continued to stay quiet. Her legs hugged to her chest as she stay put.
(*Gently places the giant blue bird here* @cyberghost-scout )
"Um..." Flow fixed her lovely veiled hat. The suns in the swapmeet place were shining. A lovely day indeed, she was having a great time finding great deals on silver and findings. And then one thing lead to another: a bonus treat of lace, some little biscuits that Ozar and children would like... She got lost, pink eyes narrowed trying to find a familiar colors of her cybertronian group or the rebels.
Sighing she decided to move to a less busy part of the stalls. Unaware that someone noticed her.
Ozar was making his rounds on the landing pad. Giving one last look over the ships and their recent repairs. While not as close or intimate of an inspection, he held confidence in Olia’s judgment.
Not that was much out of question. It was just the usual routine.
It had been quiet as of late. Galran activity down, the bots on their own tasks, the rebels themselves off doing their tasks. Little to no issue of safety. A oddity, one that kept him on his toes. Even if it was quiet, something could happen.
So, only when he spotted one of his soldiers running up to him—
“Has something occurred?” While he hoped it was something of their own doing, the pit he felt brought more of an idea what was going be said.
Flow didn't process what was happening like she was frozen in place.
"He's gone..."
Her haloform glitched in and out until her expression turned to heartbreak and tears formed. Slowly she covered her face to hide the look in her face body shaking.
“Do you want anything else to drink?” N7 tilted her head down. They didn’t have much else but, the five little bottles could do. She heard it helps with head issues. Maybe it could. She mostly was worried about Haylee.
Te-osh returned as Olia finally looked up from her soaked hands. A intense expression laid upon her face. The commander was far more collected now than the remaining soldiers had believed she’d be.
But that was part of their need for structure. And now they would need it more then ever before.
(*Gently places the giant blue bird here* @cyberghost-scout )
"Um..." Flow fixed her lovely veiled hat. The suns in the swapmeet place were shining. A lovely day indeed, she was having a great time finding great deals on silver and findings. And then one thing lead to another: a bonus treat of lace, some little biscuits that Ozar and children would like... She got lost, pink eyes narrowed trying to find a familiar colors of her cybertronian group or the rebels.
Sighing she decided to move to a less busy part of the stalls. Unaware that someone noticed her.
Ozar was making his rounds on the landing pad. Giving one last look over the ships and their recent repairs. While not as close or intimate of an inspection, he held confidence in Olia’s judgment.
Not that was much out of question. It was just the usual routine.
It had been quiet as of late. Galran activity down, the bots on their own tasks, the rebels themselves off doing their tasks. Little to no issue of safety. A oddity, one that kept him on his toes. Even if it was quiet, something could happen.
So, only when he spotted one of his soldiers running up to him—
“Has something occurred?” While he hoped it was something of their own doing, the pit he felt brought more of an idea what was going be said.
Ozar moved around to check for Flows position. Catching just a glimpse of her disappearing before feeling a fire of pain ripping across his torso. He didn’t know if he had made things worse by stepping back, but the feeling of wet and scent of blood grew heavily as he fell.
Having Flow far from there was better then to have her hiding nearby.
Sputtering out some blood as he tried to reach to cover his new wound—stop the blood.
___
“Smart to not say nothing??” Olia shook Neto where they stood. Eyeing them over again with a stinging glare.
“He was realllll- insistent!” Neto held their hands up.
“Rule ONE! Do not listen no matter how insistent he is!”
Soon the area filled with a pleading scream-Flow's scream.
"Help! Galra Commander's here! He got Ozar. They got Ozar!" She screamed on top of her lungs, staggering as her heels made inward bent, but she pushed her arms down from falling completely down the ground.
"He lost a lot of blood! Someone get hurry!" She screamed not aware Ozar perhaps lost more than blood.
Oils raced over before stooping to help her. “Neto go!” She didn’t need more orders to give. Even if there was little more context, it was enough to get them and some back up to head out.
She waited for someone to take her place before she too got up to check things out. At least catch up to lead the group.
“Matt’s can help ya’!” She gave one last glance before turning to head out to get the work done. Find their lieutenant and then chew him out for being so dense.
“Flow, we have to go!” N7 came up are took Flows arm. Gently urging her to move along. She shifted her posture to peek around. “We are to leave for Kraydah soon. They can catch up.” N7 urged her again.
“The lieutenant is strong. Captain Olia is stronger in finding crew. They share much of that. They will be fine.” She tried again in reassurances.
“Let us go.” N7 rubbed Flows shoulders. Giving a glance over to the ships they were to take.
While not long it was much less chaotic then most other stops. Being a lesser known hub for Galran fleets. The chance for one to show up was low. They just got unlucky.
“No word?” Te-ohs approached N7 who looked back down at her pad.
“No words yet. But they were on the move. May haps they be busy tending to wounds…” she grew quieter as a glance was give to Flow. “We are sturdy with our actions.” She looked back at her commander.
Te-osh gave a silent, yet a slow, reassuring nod. “They can be.” She began to approach Flow. “Do you remember anything else?”
"Oh." She relaxed a little bit, as it was just her, but not all the worry was gone. She frowned at the question.
Before shaking her head, "No, all I can remember was Ozar fighting the Sentries while that Commander, too calmly, watching him instead of me running away." She told Te-osh. "It was really bad luck to get lost in the market today." She felt defeated.
“Do you recall what the commander looked like? A name even.” She hoped it was not who she assumed it could be. The last few entries around had been jumbled. Not that they could have much help with that mess. Manual clean up for later.
Not that was priority now.
“Luck seems to follow us. It has served Ozar with an odd loyalty.” She mused with a smile.
Flow thought about it. "Ah... Square jawed, purple mammalian. Underbite with bottom teeth protruding out. Smug but also wanting to regain something." She explained the best to Te-osh.
Provok. It was an easy name, easy enough. Even if he was the more interesting commanders. He was still a threat. And if what Olia had described from their last encounter was true…
“Thank you. I know which one. Even if they all can be quite smug.” She glanced back over at her. “They shouldn’t be long now. We can get more information for what happened.” She paused in thought for a moment.
“Things will be okay.” She reassured. A soft smile forming across her face.
Te-osh picked up some pace as the returning rebels returned to the landing pad. The gathering looking troubled and Olia even more frazzled. Her snout porting a nice bandage and their one medic bouncing from one to the other.
Even before seeing her captains face, something felt wrong.
“What’s happened, captain.” Te-osh slowed as she looked the gathering over. Counting the visible injuries before her.
The captain breathed in. Unsteady at first before she cleared her throat.
“No good. We tried gett’in answers. Not much we could do with stand’in out like that. We got some cover from Onito but…medic on medic talk can’t stop the Galra from question’n us.” It was a feat even getting that close without hassle. “Onito said too much blood and that was round’ for…” Olia hinted.
Flow followed behind, but each passing by a solider, the more the worry grew, as her shoulders hiked up.
"Where's the others...?" She asked.
Before getting the answer from a Phantasma's flabbergasted shouts. "I don't care it's not your blood-- For the love of Primus let Fedelis fix you-You absolute bolt head...!"
"... Okay at least the galra hadn't captured us..." But where is Ozar?
She then noticed Olia, "Olia..." She asked pressing slightly, "Ozar's with you guys right?" She asked.
Olia looked with deep somber at the two. Ge-ohs put a gentle hand on her shoulder before gripping it.
“What did he have to say?” She glanced around for Onito.
“He slipped away and came a runn’in back.” She paused shifting slightly. Tail whipping to be behind her and closer to hugging her leg. “No. We ducked to get a look for lieutenant Ozar but he didn’t—lieutenant Ozar was injured, Real bad by what we saw, definitely wasn’t breathing.” She knew she had to be careful, between family and rank. But it hurt to be so blunt.
Onito rushed back over. Tiredness in his face and guilt. “There was little time to try to approach. Their commander seemed satisfied enough. I’m sorry.” His voice pitched lower. Heavy with failure and respect for another fallen.
The Galra always knew how easily some of their own could be to lure and tempt out, how careful they could even be and it wasn’t enough.
(*Gently places the giant blue bird here* @cyberghost-scout )
"Um..." Flow fixed her lovely veiled hat. The suns in the swapmeet place were shining. A lovely day indeed, she was having a great time finding great deals on silver and findings. And then one thing lead to another: a bonus treat of lace, some little biscuits that Ozar and children would like... She got lost, pink eyes narrowed trying to find a familiar colors of her cybertronian group or the rebels.
Sighing she decided to move to a less busy part of the stalls. Unaware that someone noticed her.
Ozar was making his rounds on the landing pad. Giving one last look over the ships and their recent repairs. While not as close or intimate of an inspection, he held confidence in Olia’s judgment.
Not that was much out of question. It was just the usual routine.
It had been quiet as of late. Galran activity down, the bots on their own tasks, the rebels themselves off doing their tasks. Little to no issue of safety. A oddity, one that kept him on his toes. Even if it was quiet, something could happen.
So, only when he spotted one of his soldiers running up to him—
“Has something occurred?” While he hoped it was something of their own doing, the pit he felt brought more of an idea what was going be said.
Ozar moved around to check for Flows position. Catching just a glimpse of her disappearing before feeling a fire of pain ripping across his torso. He didn’t know if he had made things worse by stepping back, but the feeling of wet and scent of blood grew heavily as he fell.
Having Flow far from there was better then to have her hiding nearby.
Sputtering out some blood as he tried to reach to cover his new wound—stop the blood.
___
“Smart to not say nothing??” Olia shook Neto where they stood. Eyeing them over again with a stinging glare.
“He was realllll- insistent!” Neto held their hands up.
“Rule ONE! Do not listen no matter how insistent he is!”
Soon the area filled with a pleading scream-Flow's scream.
"Help! Galra Commander's here! He got Ozar. They got Ozar!" She screamed on top of her lungs, staggering as her heels made inward bent, but she pushed her arms down from falling completely down the ground.
"He lost a lot of blood! Someone get hurry!" She screamed not aware Ozar perhaps lost more than blood.
Oils raced over before stooping to help her. “Neto go!” She didn’t need more orders to give. Even if there was little more context, it was enough to get them and some back up to head out.
She waited for someone to take her place before she too got up to check things out. At least catch up to lead the group.
“Matt’s can help ya’!” She gave one last glance before turning to head out to get the work done. Find their lieutenant and then chew him out for being so dense.
“Flow, we have to go!” N7 came up are took Flows arm. Gently urging her to move along. She shifted her posture to peek around. “We are to leave for Kraydah soon. They can catch up.” N7 urged her again.
“The lieutenant is strong. Captain Olia is stronger in finding crew. They share much of that. They will be fine.” She tried again in reassurances.
“Let us go.” N7 rubbed Flows shoulders. Giving a glance over to the ships they were to take.
While not long it was much less chaotic then most other stops. Being a lesser known hub for Galran fleets. The chance for one to show up was low. They just got unlucky.
“No word?” Te-ohs approached N7 who looked back down at her pad.
“No words yet. But they were on the move. May haps they be busy tending to wounds…” she grew quieter as a glance was give to Flow. “We are sturdy with our actions.” She looked back at her commander.
Te-osh gave a silent, yet a slow, reassuring nod. “They can be.” She began to approach Flow. “Do you remember anything else?”
"Oh." She relaxed a little bit, as it was just her, but not all the worry was gone. She frowned at the question.
Before shaking her head, "No, all I can remember was Ozar fighting the Sentries while that Commander, too calmly, watching him instead of me running away." She told Te-osh. "It was really bad luck to get lost in the market today." She felt defeated.
“Do you recall what the commander looked like? A name even.” She hoped it was not who she assumed it could be. The last few entries around had been jumbled. Not that they could have much help with that mess. Manual clean up for later.
Not that was priority now.
“Luck seems to follow us. It has served Ozar with an odd loyalty.” She mused with a smile.
Flow thought about it. "Ah... Square jawed, purple mammalian. Underbite with bottom teeth protruding out. Smug but also wanting to regain something." She explained the best to Te-osh.
Provok. It was an easy name, easy enough. Even if he was the more interesting commanders. He was still a threat. And if what Olia had described from their last encounter was true…
“Thank you. I know which one. Even if they all can be quite smug.” She glanced back over at her. “They shouldn’t be long now. We can get more information for what happened.” She paused in thought for a moment.
“Things will be okay.” She reassured. A soft smile forming across her face.
Te-osh picked up some pace as the returning rebels returned to the landing pad. The gathering looking troubled and Olia even more frazzled. Her snout porting a nice bandage and their one medic bouncing from one to the other.
Even before seeing her captains face, something felt wrong.
“What’s happened, captain.” Te-osh slowed as she looked the gathering over. Counting the visible injuries before her.
The captain breathed in. Unsteady at first before she cleared her throat.
“No good. We tried gett’in answers. Not much we could do with stand’in out like that. We got some cover from Onito but…medic on medic talk can’t stop the Galra from question’n us.” It was a feat even getting that close without hassle. “Onito said too much blood and that was round’ for…” Olia hinted.
(*Gently places the giant blue bird here* @cyberghost-scout )
"Um..." Flow fixed her lovely veiled hat. The suns in the swapmeet place were shining. A lovely day indeed, she was having a great time finding great deals on silver and findings. And then one thing lead to another: a bonus treat of lace, some little biscuits that Ozar and children would like... She got lost, pink eyes narrowed trying to find a familiar colors of her cybertronian group or the rebels.
Sighing she decided to move to a less busy part of the stalls. Unaware that someone noticed her.
Ozar was making his rounds on the landing pad. Giving one last look over the ships and their recent repairs. While not as close or intimate of an inspection, he held confidence in Olia’s judgment.
Not that was much out of question. It was just the usual routine.
It had been quiet as of late. Galran activity down, the bots on their own tasks, the rebels themselves off doing their tasks. Little to no issue of safety. A oddity, one that kept him on his toes. Even if it was quiet, something could happen.
So, only when he spotted one of his soldiers running up to him—
“Has something occurred?” While he hoped it was something of their own doing, the pit he felt brought more of an idea what was going be said.
Ozar moved around to check for Flows position. Catching just a glimpse of her disappearing before feeling a fire of pain ripping across his torso. He didn’t know if he had made things worse by stepping back, but the feeling of wet and scent of blood grew heavily as he fell.
Having Flow far from there was better then to have her hiding nearby.
Sputtering out some blood as he tried to reach to cover his new wound—stop the blood.
___
“Smart to not say nothing??” Olia shook Neto where they stood. Eyeing them over again with a stinging glare.
“He was realllll- insistent!” Neto held their hands up.
“Rule ONE! Do not listen no matter how insistent he is!”
Soon the area filled with a pleading scream-Flow's scream.
"Help! Galra Commander's here! He got Ozar. They got Ozar!" She screamed on top of her lungs, staggering as her heels made inward bent, but she pushed her arms down from falling completely down the ground.
"He lost a lot of blood! Someone get hurry!" She screamed not aware Ozar perhaps lost more than blood.
Oils raced over before stooping to help her. “Neto go!” She didn’t need more orders to give. Even if there was little more context, it was enough to get them and some back up to head out.
She waited for someone to take her place before she too got up to check things out. At least catch up to lead the group.
“Matt’s can help ya’!” She gave one last glance before turning to head out to get the work done. Find their lieutenant and then chew him out for being so dense.
“Flow, we have to go!” N7 came up are took Flows arm. Gently urging her to move along. She shifted her posture to peek around. “We are to leave for Kraydah soon. They can catch up.” N7 urged her again.
“The lieutenant is strong. Captain Olia is stronger in finding crew. They share much of that. They will be fine.” She tried again in reassurances.
“Let us go.” N7 rubbed Flows shoulders. Giving a glance over to the ships they were to take.
While not long it was much less chaotic then most other stops. Being a lesser known hub for Galran fleets. The chance for one to show up was low. They just got unlucky.
“No word?” Te-ohs approached N7 who looked back down at her pad.
“No words yet. But they were on the move. May haps they be busy tending to wounds…” she grew quieter as a glance was give to Flow. “We are sturdy with our actions.” She looked back at her commander.
Te-osh gave a silent, yet a slow, reassuring nod. “They can be.” She began to approach Flow. “Do you remember anything else?”
"Oh." She relaxed a little bit, as it was just her, but not all the worry was gone. She frowned at the question.
Before shaking her head, "No, all I can remember was Ozar fighting the Sentries while that Commander, too calmly, watching him instead of me running away." She told Te-osh. "It was really bad luck to get lost in the market today." She felt defeated.
“Do you recall what the commander looked like? A name even.” She hoped it was not who she assumed it could be. The last few entries around had been jumbled. Not that they could have much help with that mess. Manual clean up for later.
Not that was priority now.
“Luck seems to follow us. It has served Ozar with an odd loyalty.” She mused with a smile.
Flow thought about it. "Ah... Square jawed, purple mammalian. Underbite with bottom teeth protruding out. Smug but also wanting to regain something." She explained the best to Te-osh.
Provok. It was an easy name, easy enough. Even if he was the more interesting commanders. He was still a threat. And if what Olia had described from their last encounter was true…
“Thank you. I know which one. Even if they all can be quite smug.” She glanced back over at her. “They shouldn’t be long now. We can get more information for what happened.” She paused in thought for a moment.
“Things will be okay.” She reassured. A soft smile forming across her face.
(*Gently places the giant blue bird here* @cyberghost-scout )
"Um..." Flow fixed her lovely veiled hat. The suns in the swapmeet place were shining. A lovely day indeed, she was having a great time finding great deals on silver and findings. And then one thing lead to another: a bonus treat of lace, some little biscuits that Ozar and children would like... She got lost, pink eyes narrowed trying to find a familiar colors of her cybertronian group or the rebels.
Sighing she decided to move to a less busy part of the stalls. Unaware that someone noticed her.
Ozar was making his rounds on the landing pad. Giving one last look over the ships and their recent repairs. While not as close or intimate of an inspection, he held confidence in Olia’s judgment.
Not that was much out of question. It was just the usual routine.
It had been quiet as of late. Galran activity down, the bots on their own tasks, the rebels themselves off doing their tasks. Little to no issue of safety. A oddity, one that kept him on his toes. Even if it was quiet, something could happen.
So, only when he spotted one of his soldiers running up to him—
“Has something occurred?” While he hoped it was something of their own doing, the pit he felt brought more of an idea what was going be said.
Ozar moved around to check for Flows position. Catching just a glimpse of her disappearing before feeling a fire of pain ripping across his torso. He didn’t know if he had made things worse by stepping back, but the feeling of wet and scent of blood grew heavily as he fell.
Having Flow far from there was better then to have her hiding nearby.
Sputtering out some blood as he tried to reach to cover his new wound—stop the blood.
___
“Smart to not say nothing??” Olia shook Neto where they stood. Eyeing them over again with a stinging glare.
“He was realllll- insistent!” Neto held their hands up.
“Rule ONE! Do not listen no matter how insistent he is!”
Soon the area filled with a pleading scream-Flow's scream.
"Help! Galra Commander's here! He got Ozar. They got Ozar!" She screamed on top of her lungs, staggering as her heels made inward bent, but she pushed her arms down from falling completely down the ground.
"He lost a lot of blood! Someone get hurry!" She screamed not aware Ozar perhaps lost more than blood.
Oils raced over before stooping to help her. “Neto go!” She didn’t need more orders to give. Even if there was little more context, it was enough to get them and some back up to head out.
She waited for someone to take her place before she too got up to check things out. At least catch up to lead the group.
“Matt’s can help ya’!” She gave one last glance before turning to head out to get the work done. Find their lieutenant and then chew him out for being so dense.
“Flow, we have to go!” N7 came up are took Flows arm. Gently urging her to move along. She shifted her posture to peek around. “We are to leave for Kraydah soon. They can catch up.” N7 urged her again.
“The lieutenant is strong. Captain Olia is stronger in finding crew. They share much of that. They will be fine.” She tried again in reassurances.
“Let us go.” N7 rubbed Flows shoulders. Giving a glance over to the ships they were to take.
While not long it was much less chaotic then most other stops. Being a lesser known hub for Galran fleets. The chance for one to show up was low. They just got unlucky.
“No word?” Te-ohs approached N7 who looked back down at her pad.
“No words yet. But they were on the move. May haps they be busy tending to wounds…” she grew quieter as a glance was give to Flow. “We are sturdy with our actions.” She looked back at her commander.
Te-osh gave a silent, yet a slow, reassuring nod. “They can be.” She began to approach Flow. “Do you remember anything else?”
"Oh." She relaxed a little bit, as it was just her, but not all the worry was gone. She frowned at the question.
Before shaking her head, "No, all I can remember was Ozar fighting the Sentries while that Commander, too calmly, watching him instead of me running away." She told Te-osh. "It was really bad luck to get lost in the market today." She felt defeated.
“Do you recall what the commander looked like? A name even.” She hoped it was not who she assumed it could be. The last few entries around had been jumbled. Not that they could have much help with that mess. Manual clean up for later.
Not that was priority now.
“Luck seems to follow us. It has served Ozar with an odd loyalty.” She mused with a smile.
Flow thought about it. "Ah... Square jawed, purple mammalian. Underbite with bottom teeth protruding out. Smug but also wanting to regain something." She explained the best to Te-osh.
Provok. It was an easy name, easy enough. Even if he was the more interesting commanders. He was still a threat. And if what Olia had described from their last encounter was true…
“Thank you. I know which one. Even if they all can be quite smug.” She glanced back over at her. “They shouldn’t be long now. We can get more information for what happened.” She paused in thought for a moment.
“Things will be okay.” She reassured. A soft smile forming across her face.
(*Gently places the giant blue bird here* @cyberghost-scout )
"Um..." Flow fixed her lovely veiled hat. The suns in the swapmeet place were shining. A lovely day indeed, she was having a great time finding great deals on silver and findings. And then one thing lead to another: a bonus treat of lace, some little biscuits that Ozar and children would like... She got lost, pink eyes narrowed trying to find a familiar colors of her cybertronian group or the rebels.
Sighing she decided to move to a less busy part of the stalls. Unaware that someone noticed her.
Ozar was making his rounds on the landing pad. Giving one last look over the ships and their recent repairs. While not as close or intimate of an inspection, he held confidence in Olia’s judgment.
Not that was much out of question. It was just the usual routine.
It had been quiet as of late. Galran activity down, the bots on their own tasks, the rebels themselves off doing their tasks. Little to no issue of safety. A oddity, one that kept him on his toes. Even if it was quiet, something could happen.
So, only when he spotted one of his soldiers running up to him—
“Has something occurred?” While he hoped it was something of their own doing, the pit he felt brought more of an idea what was going be said.
Ozar moved around to check for Flows position. Catching just a glimpse of her disappearing before feeling a fire of pain ripping across his torso. He didn’t know if he had made things worse by stepping back, but the feeling of wet and scent of blood grew heavily as he fell.
Having Flow far from there was better then to have her hiding nearby.
Sputtering out some blood as he tried to reach to cover his new wound—stop the blood.
___
“Smart to not say nothing??” Olia shook Neto where they stood. Eyeing them over again with a stinging glare.
“He was realllll- insistent!” Neto held their hands up.
“Rule ONE! Do not listen no matter how insistent he is!”
Soon the area filled with a pleading scream-Flow's scream.
"Help! Galra Commander's here! He got Ozar. They got Ozar!" She screamed on top of her lungs, staggering as her heels made inward bent, but she pushed her arms down from falling completely down the ground.
"He lost a lot of blood! Someone get hurry!" She screamed not aware Ozar perhaps lost more than blood.
Oils raced over before stooping to help her. “Neto go!” She didn’t need more orders to give. Even if there was little more context, it was enough to get them and some back up to head out.
She waited for someone to take her place before she too got up to check things out. At least catch up to lead the group.
“Matt’s can help ya’!” She gave one last glance before turning to head out to get the work done. Find their lieutenant and then chew him out for being so dense.
“Flow, we have to go!” N7 came up are took Flows arm. Gently urging her to move along. She shifted her posture to peek around. “We are to leave for Kraydah soon. They can catch up.” N7 urged her again.
“The lieutenant is strong. Captain Olia is stronger in finding crew. They share much of that. They will be fine.” She tried again in reassurances.
“Let us go.” N7 rubbed Flows shoulders. Giving a glance over to the ships they were to take.
While not long it was much less chaotic then most other stops. Being a lesser known hub for Galran fleets. The chance for one to show up was low. They just got unlucky.
“No word?” Te-ohs approached N7 who looked back down at her pad.
“No words yet. But they were on the move. May haps they be busy tending to wounds…” she grew quieter as a glance was give to Flow. “We are sturdy with our actions.” She looked back at her commander.
Te-osh gave a silent, yet a slow, reassuring nod. “They can be.” She began to approach Flow. “Do you remember anything else?”
"Oh." She relaxed a little bit, as it was just her, but not all the worry was gone. She frowned at the question.
Before shaking her head, "No, all I can remember was Ozar fighting the Sentries while that Commander, too calmly, watching him instead of me running away." She told Te-osh. "It was really bad luck to get lost in the market today." She felt defeated.
“Do you recall what the commander looked like? A name even.” She hoped it was not who she assumed it could be. The last few entries around had been jumbled. Not that they could have much help with that mess. Manual clean up for later.
Not that was priority now.
“Luck seems to follow us. It has served Ozar with an odd loyalty.” She mused with a smile.
(*Gently places the giant blue bird here* @cyberghost-scout )
"Um..." Flow fixed her lovely veiled hat. The suns in the swapmeet place were shining. A lovely day indeed, she was having a great time finding great deals on silver and findings. And then one thing lead to another: a bonus treat of lace, some little biscuits that Ozar and children would like... She got lost, pink eyes narrowed trying to find a familiar colors of her cybertronian group or the rebels.
Sighing she decided to move to a less busy part of the stalls. Unaware that someone noticed her.
Ozar was making his rounds on the landing pad. Giving one last look over the ships and their recent repairs. While not as close or intimate of an inspection, he held confidence in Olia’s judgment.
Not that was much out of question. It was just the usual routine.
It had been quiet as of late. Galran activity down, the bots on their own tasks, the rebels themselves off doing their tasks. Little to no issue of safety. A oddity, one that kept him on his toes. Even if it was quiet, something could happen.
So, only when he spotted one of his soldiers running up to him—
“Has something occurred?” While he hoped it was something of their own doing, the pit he felt brought more of an idea what was going be said.
Ozar moved around to check for Flows position. Catching just a glimpse of her disappearing before feeling a fire of pain ripping across his torso. He didn’t know if he had made things worse by stepping back, but the feeling of wet and scent of blood grew heavily as he fell.
Having Flow far from there was better then to have her hiding nearby.
Sputtering out some blood as he tried to reach to cover his new wound—stop the blood.
___
“Smart to not say nothing??” Olia shook Neto where they stood. Eyeing them over again with a stinging glare.
“He was realllll- insistent!” Neto held their hands up.
“Rule ONE! Do not listen no matter how insistent he is!”
Soon the area filled with a pleading scream-Flow's scream.
"Help! Galra Commander's here! He got Ozar. They got Ozar!" She screamed on top of her lungs, staggering as her heels made inward bent, but she pushed her arms down from falling completely down the ground.
"He lost a lot of blood! Someone get hurry!" She screamed not aware Ozar perhaps lost more than blood.
Oils raced over before stooping to help her. “Neto go!” She didn’t need more orders to give. Even if there was little more context, it was enough to get them and some back up to head out.
She waited for someone to take her place before she too got up to check things out. At least catch up to lead the group.
“Matt’s can help ya’!” She gave one last glance before turning to head out to get the work done. Find their lieutenant and then chew him out for being so dense.
“Flow, we have to go!” N7 came up are took Flows arm. Gently urging her to move along. She shifted her posture to peek around. “We are to leave for Kraydah soon. They can catch up.” N7 urged her again.
“The lieutenant is strong. Captain Olia is stronger in finding crew. They share much of that. They will be fine.” She tried again in reassurances.
“Let us go.” N7 rubbed Flows shoulders. Giving a glance over to the ships they were to take.
While not long it was much less chaotic then most other stops. Being a lesser known hub for Galran fleets. The chance for one to show up was low. They just got unlucky.
“No word?” Te-ohs approached N7 who looked back down at her pad.
“No words yet. But they were on the move. May haps they be busy tending to wounds…” she grew quieter as a glance was give to Flow. “We are sturdy with our actions.” She looked back at her commander.
Te-osh gave a silent, yet a slow, reassuring nod. “They can be.” She began to approach Flow. “Do you remember anything else?”
(*Gently places the giant blue bird here* @cyberghost-scout )
"Um..." Flow fixed her lovely veiled hat. The suns in the swapmeet place were shining. A lovely day indeed, she was having a great time finding great deals on silver and findings. And then one thing lead to another: a bonus treat of lace, some little biscuits that Ozar and children would like... She got lost, pink eyes narrowed trying to find a familiar colors of her cybertronian group or the rebels.
Sighing she decided to move to a less busy part of the stalls. Unaware that someone noticed her.
Ozar was making his rounds on the landing pad. Giving one last look over the ships and their recent repairs. While not as close or intimate of an inspection, he held confidence in Olia’s judgment.
Not that was much out of question. It was just the usual routine.
It had been quiet as of late. Galran activity down, the bots on their own tasks, the rebels themselves off doing their tasks. Little to no issue of safety. A oddity, one that kept him on his toes. Even if it was quiet, something could happen.
So, only when he spotted one of his soldiers running up to him—
“Has something occurred?” While he hoped it was something of their own doing, the pit he felt brought more of an idea what was going be said.
Ozar moved around to check for Flows position. Catching just a glimpse of her disappearing before feeling a fire of pain ripping across his torso. He didn’t know if he had made things worse by stepping back, but the feeling of wet and scent of blood grew heavily as he fell.
Having Flow far from there was better then to have her hiding nearby.
Sputtering out some blood as he tried to reach to cover his new wound—stop the blood.
___
“Smart to not say nothing??” Olia shook Neto where they stood. Eyeing them over again with a stinging glare.
“He was realllll- insistent!” Neto held their hands up.
“Rule ONE! Do not listen no matter how insistent he is!”
Soon the area filled with a pleading scream-Flow's scream.
"Help! Galra Commander's here! He got Ozar. They got Ozar!" She screamed on top of her lungs, staggering as her heels made inward bent, but she pushed her arms down from falling completely down the ground.
"He lost a lot of blood! Someone get hurry!" She screamed not aware Ozar perhaps lost more than blood.
Oils raced over before stooping to help her. “Neto go!” She didn’t need more orders to give. Even if there was little more context, it was enough to get them and some back up to head out.
She waited for someone to take her place before she too got up to check things out. At least catch up to lead the group.
“Matt’s can help ya’!” She gave one last glance before turning to head out to get the work done. Find their lieutenant and then chew him out for being so dense.
“Flow, we have to go!” N7 came up are took Flows arm. Gently urging her to move along. She shifted her posture to peek around. “We are to leave for Kraydah soon. They can catch up.” N7 urged her again.
“The lieutenant is strong. Captain Olia is stronger in finding crew. They share much of that. They will be fine.” She tried again in reassurances.
“Let us go.” N7 rubbed Flows shoulders. Giving a glance over to the ships they were to take.
While not long it was much less chaotic then most other stops. Being a lesser known hub for Galran fleets. The chance for one to show up was low. They just got unlucky.
(*Gently places the giant blue bird here* @cyberghost-scout )
"Um..." Flow fixed her lovely veiled hat. The suns in the swapmeet place were shining. A lovely day indeed, she was having a great time finding great deals on silver and findings. And then one thing lead to another: a bonus treat of lace, some little biscuits that Ozar and children would like... She got lost, pink eyes narrowed trying to find a familiar colors of her cybertronian group or the rebels.
Sighing she decided to move to a less busy part of the stalls. Unaware that someone noticed her.
Ozar was making his rounds on the landing pad. Giving one last look over the ships and their recent repairs. While not as close or intimate of an inspection, he held confidence in Olia’s judgment.
Not that was much out of question. It was just the usual routine.
It had been quiet as of late. Galran activity down, the bots on their own tasks, the rebels themselves off doing their tasks. Little to no issue of safety. A oddity, one that kept him on his toes. Even if it was quiet, something could happen.
So, only when he spotted one of his soldiers running up to him—
“Has something occurred?” While he hoped it was something of their own doing, the pit he felt brought more of an idea what was going be said.
Ozar moved around to check for Flows position. Catching just a glimpse of her disappearing before feeling a fire of pain ripping across his torso. He didn’t know if he had made things worse by stepping back, but the feeling of wet and scent of blood grew heavily as he fell.
Having Flow far from there was better then to have her hiding nearby.
Sputtering out some blood as he tried to reach to cover his new wound—stop the blood.
___
“Smart to not say nothing??” Olia shook Neto where they stood. Eyeing them over again with a stinging glare.
“He was realllll- insistent!” Neto held their hands up.
“Rule ONE! Do not listen no matter how insistent he is!”
Soon the area filled with a pleading scream-Flow's scream.
"Help! Galra Commander's here! He got Ozar. They got Ozar!" She screamed on top of her lungs, staggering as her heels made inward bent, but she pushed her arms down from falling completely down the ground.
"He lost a lot of blood! Someone get hurry!" She screamed not aware Ozar perhaps lost more than blood.
Oils raced over before stooping to help her. “Neto go!” She didn’t need more orders to give. Even if there was little more context, it was enough to get them and some back up to head out.
She waited for someone to take her place before she too got up to check things out. At least catch up to lead the group.
“Matt’s can help ya’!” She gave one last glance before turning to head out to get the work done. Find their lieutenant and then chew him out for being so dense.
“Flow, we have to go!” N7 came up are took Flows arm. Gently urging her to move along. She shifted her posture to peek around. “We are to leave for Kraydah soon. They can catch up.” N7 urged her again.
“The lieutenant is strong. Captain Olia is stronger in finding crew. They share much of that. They will be fine.” She tried again in reassurances.
(*Gently places the giant blue bird here* @cyberghost-scout )
"Um..." Flow fixed her lovely veiled hat. The suns in the swapmeet place were shining. A lovely day indeed, she was having a great time finding great deals on silver and findings. And then one thing lead to another: a bonus treat of lace, some little biscuits that Ozar and children would like... She got lost, pink eyes narrowed trying to find a familiar colors of her cybertronian group or the rebels.
Sighing she decided to move to a less busy part of the stalls. Unaware that someone noticed her.
Ozar was making his rounds on the landing pad. Giving one last look over the ships and their recent repairs. While not as close or intimate of an inspection, he held confidence in Olia’s judgment.
Not that was much out of question. It was just the usual routine.
It had been quiet as of late. Galran activity down, the bots on their own tasks, the rebels themselves off doing their tasks. Little to no issue of safety. A oddity, one that kept him on his toes. Even if it was quiet, something could happen.
So, only when he spotted one of his soldiers running up to him—
“Has something occurred?” While he hoped it was something of their own doing, the pit he felt brought more of an idea what was going be said.
Ozar moved around to check for Flows position. Catching just a glimpse of her disappearing before feeling a fire of pain ripping across his torso. He didn’t know if he had made things worse by stepping back, but the feeling of wet and scent of blood grew heavily as he fell.
Having Flow far from there was better then to have her hiding nearby.
Sputtering out some blood as he tried to reach to cover his new wound—stop the blood.
___
“Smart to not say nothing??” Olia shook Neto where they stood. Eyeing them over again with a stinging glare.
“He was realllll- insistent!” Neto held their hands up.
“Rule ONE! Do not listen no matter how insistent he is!”
Soon the area filled with a pleading scream-Flow's scream.
"Help! Galra Commander's here! He got Ozar. They got Ozar!" She screamed on top of her lungs, staggering as her heels made inward bent, but she pushed her arms down from falling completely down the ground.
"He lost a lot of blood! Someone get hurry!" She screamed not aware Ozar perhaps lost more than blood.
Oils raced over before stooping to help her. “Neto go!” She didn’t need more orders to give. Even if there was little more context, it was enough to get them and some back up to head out.
She waited for someone to take her place before she too got up to check things out. At least catch up to lead the group.
“Matt’s can help ya’!” She gave one last glance before turning to head out to get the work done. Find their lieutenant and then chew him out for being so dense.
(*Gently places the giant blue bird here* @cyberghost-scout )
"Um..." Flow fixed her lovely veiled hat. The suns in the swapmeet place were shining. A lovely day indeed, she was having a great time finding great deals on silver and findings. And then one thing lead to another: a bonus treat of lace, some little biscuits that Ozar and children would like... She got lost, pink eyes narrowed trying to find a familiar colors of her cybertronian group or the rebels.
Sighing she decided to move to a less busy part of the stalls. Unaware that someone noticed her.
Ozar was making his rounds on the landing pad. Giving one last look over the ships and their recent repairs. While not as close or intimate of an inspection, he held confidence in Olia’s judgment.
Not that was much out of question. It was just the usual routine.
It had been quiet as of late. Galran activity down, the bots on their own tasks, the rebels themselves off doing their tasks. Little to no issue of safety. A oddity, one that kept him on his toes. Even if it was quiet, something could happen.
So, only when he spotted one of his soldiers running up to him—
“Has something occurred?” While he hoped it was something of their own doing, the pit he felt brought more of an idea what was going be said.
Ozar moved around to check for Flows position. Catching just a glimpse of her disappearing before feeling a fire of pain ripping across his torso. He didn’t know if he had made things worse by stepping back, but the feeling of wet and scent of blood grew heavily as he fell.
Having Flow far from there was better then to have her hiding nearby.
Sputtering out some blood as he tried to reach to cover his new wound—stop the blood.
___
“Smart to not say nothing??” Olia shook Neto where they stood. Eyeing them over again with a stinging glare.
“He was realllll- insistent!” Neto held their hands up.
“Rule ONE! Do not listen no matter how insistent he is!”
(*Gently places the giant blue bird here* @cyberghost-scout )
"Um..." Flow fixed her lovely veiled hat. The suns in the swapmeet place were shining. A lovely day indeed, she was having a great time finding great deals on silver and findings. And then one thing lead to another: a bonus treat of lace, some little biscuits that Ozar and children would like... She got lost, pink eyes narrowed trying to find a familiar colors of her cybertronian group or the rebels.
Sighing she decided to move to a less busy part of the stalls. Unaware that someone noticed her.
Ozar was making his rounds on the landing pad. Giving one last look over the ships and their recent repairs. While not as close or intimate of an inspection, he held confidence in Olia’s judgment.
Not that was much out of question. It was just the usual routine.
It had been quiet as of late. Galran activity down, the bots on their own tasks, the rebels themselves off doing their tasks. Little to no issue of safety. A oddity, one that kept him on his toes. Even if it was quiet, something could happen.
So, only when he spotted one of his soldiers running up to him—
“Has something occurred?” While he hoped it was something of their own doing, the pit he felt brought more of an idea what was going be said.
Flow sighed as she managed to weave herself out of the busy streets and stalls. A concerned expression as she pondered on how she managed to get so... lost.
"Ok, they must be a map or landmark, right?" She asked herself, tapping her chin in trepidation, the veil moved along with her head turns.
Eventually Flow started to retrace her steps, hoping by the time the Rebels or her own group would find her quickly.
Ghosty is good at that sort of thing and oh course the rebels are also sharp as well.
Not aware of a looming quiet shadow stalking the disguised seeker. Almost as if planning to take an opportunity to catch this fleeting bird.
Ozar was pacing on the local docks of port they’d been waiting upon. Giving the ships a look around from time to time as he thought on the last patterns he’d seen Flow in.
Neto, ever so patient they held, was staring at the pacing lieutenant. Concern locked behind their respirator as they waited for some reaction or order. Slowly tapping their fingers along a satchel.
“Fine. Okay, I believe I can trust you in covering for me.” He paused as he looked at Neto. Who gave a silent, but slow, nod. “Just say I’d gone into the ships for a rundown- this won’t take long.” Even with a smile he felt the ping of bad occurring closing in.
______
“There.” Provok paused his approach to the white haired human. “This one is the timid one. Make sure we secure her.” His voice held a certainty of the command, a similiar gesture of his hand and they were already moving in.
It had been some time since they’d gotten any of the rebels. Any that were smart enough to stay alive, yet dumb enough to lower their guard. He’d not consider them smart, merely lucky. Maybe a bit too lucky.
______
Ozar was making his way through the area with the best chance of running into Flow. Mostly keeping his profile low. Not finding the uptick of Galran soldiers and sentries good.
Now, forced into stalking behind the venders tents and stalls, he continued on. Slowing down as he noticed a shorter Galra nearby to Flow. One with the familiar Commander armor.
Flow's eyes narrowed as something felt... off. She hummed as she moved the sheer blue veil before a smile grew.
He was in a far distance, but still standing out from the stalls.
"Oh~." She perked up, picking up pace as she saw the familiar hat and coat's grew more and more to her view. "Darling?" She asked out in a close enough space before.
She felt something grabbing her wrists and the back of her chaplet.
“Oh-“ He knew it was a risky deal to let any of his soldiers out of sight. Even in disguise it was a chance too.
The sentries and singular Galra soldier would be quick work. Just enough to at the very least run off with her. Bundle down somewhere till the heat blew off.
It could and would work.
“Now who are you calling darling-“ Provok had walked up with his arms behind his back. An amazingly thought out introduction for himself made. It wasn’t too often he could spout out his words like this, especially to that of those Human types. The reward for another one could be at least to bringing him back to the empires graces.
The one sentry that came flying at him and smashing into another was not expected.
The soldier being rammed into had taken out the other one attempting to hold of Flow.
“Flow we gotta move-!” He knew there wasn’t much for words now. They just had to get moving and through the slowly dispersing vending area.
The seeker thrashed trying to free herself before looking to see the very familiar, unfriendly silhouettes... "Oh...oh no."
Flow felt her spark pulse tighten as she turned to look at the source of the question. Pink pupils shrank down as her eyes widen with the dawning realization she was about to be abducted.
She tried to pull her arm away trying to get away from being completely captured-- She gasped as the force of the solider and sentry caused a commotion sending herself free and knocking her hat off somewhere, revealing her face fully.
"O--Ozar." She was struggling to find her words but giving the situation, she is going to follow Ozar. She started to sprint out with him getting away from the group.
“That’s a commander-“ the only truely required context to the situations urgency. But one cut short by another soldiers turn up to the ambush. While more in turn with his headcount, some of which could have been missed. He had not spotted this one coming up on him.
A face full of fist and sudden pain caused him to stumble back. Catching his footing and opening his eye and see two sentries. A few pissed looking soldiers, and that damned commander.
“Oh—-what luck.” He could have fled the other way as well. But a quick check over his shoulder and that too was slowly being closed off as an easy endeavor.
The solider collapsed and held their shin. Not much of a tick later and the sentry attempting to get Ozar on the ground was flying into them. Collapsing the duo to the ground.
Even then with them down. Ozar was still busy attempting to clear some way. But there was only so much he could physically do.
“Flow—try and get to-“ He hadn’t spotted the sentry coming up from his side. A painful crunching sound came from the fist being flung into his face. And a concerning flow of deep purple blood gushed down his face.
Provok continued to watch as the sentries took over for the moment. He’d have to see to that the soldiers took notes from their work. With how useless they’d been now.
Flow mooved a could steps away from the fallen solder, barely away the new wave of new hands and weapons.
"Ozar!"
Her eyes widen as she saw the spilling of blood on Ozar. She looked at the closing escape route and back at Ozar. Not sure of letting him be alone with them.
But them along with no one in there side not aware is also bad.
“We could take just their lieutenant…it could help me get into good gestures again…back into…” Provok gave the human a look over. Squinting and recalling the amount of usefulness the three previous earth forms held. Even if not useful in work ways. Entertainment was something in need.
Then again the hassle they made before. Not worrh that again.
Ozar twisted around to get a good swing at one of the sentries.
“Docks!” While pulling his hand back he was met with two sentries. Ducking to miss one and giving a kick to the others leg. Momentarily gaining some distance from them. Even if not enough he was able to focus on trying to get attention away from Flow. Though the sudden tackle from one of the Galra flew him forward.
The seeker was not please with how this... commander was so emotionalless. She hates it like suffering is a talking about the weather...
Flow's eyes pricked with tears seeing Ozar getting bodied-- the blood-the smell was awful to her. Sniffling once she turned and quickly started to run from the mayhem---
“The human could bring the other back…right?” Provok gave a quizzical glance to an idle soilder. Who looked at him with a black eye and a somewhat disgruntled expression. “Okay.” Provok turned back and nodded.
Ozar swung one over his shoulder with great effort. Ducking again before finding another fist to his face. Splashing more blood around and more to run down his face.
“You can put—more then- that? Can’t ya-!” He stumbled back before lifting his hand up to block one blow to the face. Then he pulled back to get more space.
While not many were present. They just came back in waves. One against seven. He’d hoped just seven. Even if not soldiers- sentries could be worst if still functional.
(*Gently places the giant blue bird here* @cyberghost-scout )
"Um..." Flow fixed her lovely veiled hat. The suns in the swapmeet place were shining. A lovely day indeed, she was having a great time finding great deals on silver and findings. And then one thing lead to another: a bonus treat of lace, some little biscuits that Ozar and children would like... She got lost, pink eyes narrowed trying to find a familiar colors of her cybertronian group or the rebels.
Sighing she decided to move to a less busy part of the stalls. Unaware that someone noticed her.
Ozar was making his rounds on the landing pad. Giving one last look over the ships and their recent repairs. While not as close or intimate of an inspection, he held confidence in Olia’s judgment.
Not that was much out of question. It was just the usual routine.
It had been quiet as of late. Galran activity down, the bots on their own tasks, the rebels themselves off doing their tasks. Little to no issue of safety. A oddity, one that kept him on his toes. Even if it was quiet, something could happen.
So, only when he spotted one of his soldiers running up to him—
“Has something occurred?” While he hoped it was something of their own doing, the pit he felt brought more of an idea what was going be said.
Flow sighed as she managed to weave herself out of the busy streets and stalls. A concerned expression as she pondered on how she managed to get so... lost.
"Ok, they must be a map or landmark, right?" She asked herself, tapping her chin in trepidation, the veil moved along with her head turns.
Eventually Flow started to retrace her steps, hoping by the time the Rebels or her own group would find her quickly.
Ghosty is good at that sort of thing and oh course the rebels are also sharp as well.
Not aware of a looming quiet shadow stalking the disguised seeker. Almost as if planning to take an opportunity to catch this fleeting bird.
Ozar was pacing on the local docks of port they’d been waiting upon. Giving the ships a look around from time to time as he thought on the last patterns he’d seen Flow in.
Neto, ever so patient they held, was staring at the pacing lieutenant. Concern locked behind their respirator as they waited for some reaction or order. Slowly tapping their fingers along a satchel.
“Fine. Okay, I believe I can trust you in covering for me.” He paused as he looked at Neto. Who gave a silent, but slow, nod. “Just say I’d gone into the ships for a rundown- this won’t take long.” Even with a smile he felt the ping of bad occurring closing in.
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“There.” Provok paused his approach to the white haired human. “This one is the timid one. Make sure we secure her.” His voice held a certainty of the command, a similiar gesture of his hand and they were already moving in.
It had been some time since they’d gotten any of the rebels. Any that were smart enough to stay alive, yet dumb enough to lower their guard. He’d not consider them smart, merely lucky. Maybe a bit too lucky.
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Ozar was making his way through the area with the best chance of running into Flow. Mostly keeping his profile low. Not finding the uptick of Galran soldiers and sentries good.
Now, forced into stalking behind the venders tents and stalls, he continued on. Slowing down as he noticed a shorter Galra nearby to Flow. One with the familiar Commander armor.
Flow's eyes narrowed as something felt... off. She hummed as she moved the sheer blue veil before a smile grew.
He was in a far distance, but still standing out from the stalls.
"Oh~." She perked up, picking up pace as she saw the familiar hat and coat's grew more and more to her view. "Darling?" She asked out in a close enough space before.
She felt something grabbing her wrists and the back of her chaplet.
“Oh-“ He knew it was a risky deal to let any of his soldiers out of sight. Even in disguise it was a chance too.
The sentries and singular Galra soldier would be quick work. Just enough to at the very least run off with her. Bundle down somewhere till the heat blew off.
It could and would work.
“Now who are you calling darling-“ Provok had walked up with his arms behind his back. An amazingly thought out introduction for himself made. It wasn’t too often he could spout out his words like this, especially to that of those Human types. The reward for another one could be at least to bringing him back to the empires graces.
The one sentry that came flying at him and smashing into another was not expected.
The soldier being rammed into had taken out the other one attempting to hold of Flow.
“Flow we gotta move-!” He knew there wasn’t much for words now. They just had to get moving and through the slowly dispersing vending area.
The seeker thrashed trying to free herself before looking to see the very familiar, unfriendly silhouettes... "Oh...oh no."
Flow felt her spark pulse tighten as she turned to look at the source of the question. Pink pupils shrank down as her eyes widen with the dawning realization she was about to be abducted.
She tried to pull her arm away trying to get away from being completely captured-- She gasped as the force of the solider and sentry caused a commotion sending herself free and knocking her hat off somewhere, revealing her face fully.
"O--Ozar." She was struggling to find her words but giving the situation, she is going to follow Ozar. She started to sprint out with him getting away from the group.
“That’s a commander-“ the only truely required context to the situations urgency. But one cut short by another soldiers turn up to the ambush. While more in turn with his headcount, some of which could have been missed. He had not spotted this one coming up on him.
A face full of fist and sudden pain caused him to stumble back. Catching his footing and opening his eye and see two sentries. A few pissed looking soldiers, and that damned commander.
“Oh—-what luck.” He could have fled the other way as well. But a quick check over his shoulder and that too was slowly being closed off as an easy endeavor.
The solider collapsed and held their shin. Not much of a tick later and the sentry attempting to get Ozar on the ground was flying into them. Collapsing the duo to the ground.
Even then with them down. Ozar was still busy attempting to clear some way. But there was only so much he could physically do.
“Flow—try and get to-“ He hadn’t spotted the sentry coming up from his side. A painful crunching sound came from the fist being flung into his face. And a concerning flow of deep purple blood gushed down his face.
Provok continued to watch as the sentries took over for the moment. He’d have to see to that the soldiers took notes from their work. With how useless they’d been now.
Flow mooved a could steps away from the fallen solder, barely away the new wave of new hands and weapons.
"Ozar!"
Her eyes widen as she saw the spilling of blood on Ozar. She looked at the closing escape route and back at Ozar. Not sure of letting him be alone with them.
But them along with no one in there side not aware is also bad.
“We could take just their lieutenant…it could help me get into good gestures again…back into…” Provok gave the human a look over. Squinting and recalling the amount of usefulness the three previous earth forms held. Even if not useful in work ways. Entertainment was something in need.
Then again the hassle they made before. Not worrh that again.
Ozar twisted around to get a good swing at one of the sentries.
“Docks!” While pulling his hand back he was met with two sentries. Ducking to miss one and giving a kick to the others leg. Momentarily gaining some distance from them. Even if not enough he was able to focus on trying to get attention away from Flow. Though the sudden tackle from one of the Galra flew him forward.
(*Gently places the giant blue bird here* @cyberghost-scout )
"Um..." Flow fixed her lovely veiled hat. The suns in the swapmeet place were shining. A lovely day indeed, she was having a great time finding great deals on silver and findings. And then one thing lead to another: a bonus treat of lace, some little biscuits that Ozar and children would like... She got lost, pink eyes narrowed trying to find a familiar colors of her cybertronian group or the rebels.
Sighing she decided to move to a less busy part of the stalls. Unaware that someone noticed her.
Ozar was making his rounds on the landing pad. Giving one last look over the ships and their recent repairs. While not as close or intimate of an inspection, he held confidence in Olia’s judgment.
Not that was much out of question. It was just the usual routine.
It had been quiet as of late. Galran activity down, the bots on their own tasks, the rebels themselves off doing their tasks. Little to no issue of safety. A oddity, one that kept him on his toes. Even if it was quiet, something could happen.
So, only when he spotted one of his soldiers running up to him—
“Has something occurred?” While he hoped it was something of their own doing, the pit he felt brought more of an idea what was going be said.
Flow sighed as she managed to weave herself out of the busy streets and stalls. A concerned expression as she pondered on how she managed to get so... lost.
"Ok, they must be a map or landmark, right?" She asked herself, tapping her chin in trepidation, the veil moved along with her head turns.
Eventually Flow started to retrace her steps, hoping by the time the Rebels or her own group would find her quickly.
Ghosty is good at that sort of thing and oh course the rebels are also sharp as well.
Not aware of a looming quiet shadow stalking the disguised seeker. Almost as if planning to take an opportunity to catch this fleeting bird.
Ozar was pacing on the local docks of port they’d been waiting upon. Giving the ships a look around from time to time as he thought on the last patterns he’d seen Flow in.
Neto, ever so patient they held, was staring at the pacing lieutenant. Concern locked behind their respirator as they waited for some reaction or order. Slowly tapping their fingers along a satchel.
“Fine. Okay, I believe I can trust you in covering for me.” He paused as he looked at Neto. Who gave a silent, but slow, nod. “Just say I’d gone into the ships for a rundown- this won’t take long.” Even with a smile he felt the ping of bad occurring closing in.
______
“There.” Provok paused his approach to the white haired human. “This one is the timid one. Make sure we secure her.” His voice held a certainty of the command, a similiar gesture of his hand and they were already moving in.
It had been some time since they’d gotten any of the rebels. Any that were smart enough to stay alive, yet dumb enough to lower their guard. He’d not consider them smart, merely lucky. Maybe a bit too lucky.
______
Ozar was making his way through the area with the best chance of running into Flow. Mostly keeping his profile low. Not finding the uptick of Galran soldiers and sentries good.
Now, forced into stalking behind the venders tents and stalls, he continued on. Slowing down as he noticed a shorter Galra nearby to Flow. One with the familiar Commander armor.
Flow's eyes narrowed as something felt... off. She hummed as she moved the sheer blue veil before a smile grew.
He was in a far distance, but still standing out from the stalls.
"Oh~." She perked up, picking up pace as she saw the familiar hat and coat's grew more and more to her view. "Darling?" She asked out in a close enough space before.
She felt something grabbing her wrists and the back of her chaplet.
“Oh-“ He knew it was a risky deal to let any of his soldiers out of sight. Even in disguise it was a chance too.
The sentries and singular Galra soldier would be quick work. Just enough to at the very least run off with her. Bundle down somewhere till the heat blew off.
It could and would work.
“Now who are you calling darling-“ Provok had walked up with his arms behind his back. An amazingly thought out introduction for himself made. It wasn’t too often he could spout out his words like this, especially to that of those Human types. The reward for another one could be at least to bringing him back to the empires graces.
The one sentry that came flying at him and smashing into another was not expected.
The soldier being rammed into had taken out the other one attempting to hold of Flow.
“Flow we gotta move-!” He knew there wasn’t much for words now. They just had to get moving and through the slowly dispersing vending area.
The seeker thrashed trying to free herself before looking to see the very familiar, unfriendly silhouettes... "Oh...oh no."
Flow felt her spark pulse tighten as she turned to look at the source of the question. Pink pupils shrank down as her eyes widen with the dawning realization she was about to be abducted.
She tried to pull her arm away trying to get away from being completely captured-- She gasped as the force of the solider and sentry caused a commotion sending herself free and knocking her hat off somewhere, revealing her face fully.
"O--Ozar." She was struggling to find her words but giving the situation, she is going to follow Ozar. She started to sprint out with him getting away from the group.
“That’s a commander-“ the only truely required context to the situations urgency. But one cut short by another soldiers turn up to the ambush. While more in turn with his headcount, some of which could have been missed. He had not spotted this one coming up on him.
A face full of fist and sudden pain caused him to stumble back. Catching his footing and opening his eye and see two sentries. A few pissed looking soldiers, and that damned commander.
“Oh—-what luck.” He could have fled the other way as well. But a quick check over his shoulder and that too was slowly being closed off as an easy endeavor.
The solider collapsed and held their shin. Not much of a tick later and the sentry attempting to get Ozar on the ground was flying into them. Collapsing the duo to the ground.
Even then with them down. Ozar was still busy attempting to clear some way. But there was only so much he could physically do.
“Flow—try and get to-“ He hadn’t spotted the sentry coming up from his side. A painful crunching sound came from the fist being flung into his face. And a concerning flow of deep purple blood gushed down his face.
Provok continued to watch as the sentries took over for the moment. He’d have to see to that the soldiers took notes from their work. With how useless they’d been now.
