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Assassin’s Creed® Odyssey (2018)

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Happy Brasideia! He gets to be Barbie today to celebrate, and because we all know Kassandra would be far more okay with getting arrested than Brasidas would be.

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Genesis had been sitting outside, underneath one of the many Banora White apple trees that his Papa Rhapsodos owned, strumming away on his guitar. He’d been learning to play and had learned a few chords, but couldn’t quite string a song together yet.

The shout drew his attention and he set his guitar aside, running over to the other two. He was dressed in a fine linen shirt and perfectly tailored pants, his red hair a somewhat unruly mess despite his fancy clothes.

He gave Angeal a look, hazel eyes blinking as his gaze shifted between him and Kassandra. “Who’s your friend, Angeal?” It was clear he already knew Angeal, but he hadn’t yet seen Kassandra before. He was looking her up and down, curious about her. “You know that Papa won’t be too happy if we bring someone else into the garden to climb the trees again.”

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Angeal seemed to deflate. The boy heaved a sigh and his shoulders drooped. Truthfully, he had been keeping these two apart. Perhaps he was worried they wouldn’t get along well. Or, perhaps he was worried they’d get along too well. “Hey Gen.” he greeted, tone lacking full enthusiasm. He saw no point in delaying the inevitable. There wasn’t a materia to open the ground up and hide Kassandra away, right?

“You know him?!” Kassandra swung around to Angeal, hands on her hips. Now the boy has two of them staring him down waiting for some form of an explanation. Her question was already shoved aside thanks to the latest development.

“Heh. Yeah, I remember your Pa was mad. This is Kass. Er, Kassandra. She’s from one of the other islands.” Angeal could feel the glare from her. She wasn’t always so patient. A bit of a hot head like someone else he knew. “Kass, this is Genesis. He’s my best friend... and a troublemaker like you.” He grinned a bit at that. It was like loosing a fox in the hen house.

The last comment earned a choked sound between disagreement and declaring that as unfair. Kassandra looked back to the redhead, really looking at him that time. More than the passing glance when she already made her mind up about him. “You don’t look like you climb trees?” The question came out way more abrasive than intended, such was the honesty of a child. “You don’t even have a speck of dirt on your clothes. Besides, why wouldn’t your Papa want you to play outside?”

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“I heard he has a nursemaid.” The young girl commented.

“Kassandra.” Angeal warned. “It’s not nice to talk about people like that.”

“What?” she scoffed, laughter inflected in her tone. “I didn’t say anything mean, I just said what I heard. And what I heard is the rich kid has a nursemaid.” Kassandra hopped off the old wood fence, sandals stirring up the dust where she landed.

“HEY!” Kassandra shouted with her hands cupped around her mouth. “OVER HERE!”

“Stop it.” Angeal practically hissed.

The duo made quite a sight. Both of them were dirt-poor in threadbare linen clothes that most of the townsfolk wore. And they were both roughed up with scrapes and scratches. They played all over the island and got into all the ‘deep trouble’ that Gillian warned them away from... well, Kassandra did. Angeal followed.

[poeticphoenix]

Genesis simply gave a nod in response to Kassandra's salute, listening to her recount of the situation. It sounded like what Director Lazard had warned him about, that she'd led a charge without really considering all possibilities. If she hadn't pulled Sparta Unit back, the numbers could have been a lot worse. Fortunately, no losses. That counted for something.

"My original orders were to relieve you of command and take point of the situation, but given the current tactical assessment, I feel that you can still pull this back. You already have a strategy in mind, which is sound, but we just need to refine it." Not to mention that a change in command now mightn't improve the morale of the already stricken unit.

His attention turned towards the sand table, looking over the model terrain. "It would be more prudent to take a more discreet approach if Sparta Unit wants to take back the base camp. From where we are now..." He hummed in thought, studying the terrain and eventually making a few mental pointers, gesturing to several items on the table. "Crescent Unit are known for being very aggressive when encountered frontally, so we want to flank from the side. There's a path here that's sheltered and will come up to the side of the camp." He pointed out the path then, giving Kassandra a serious look.

"And the sentry ray was deployed... here. Oh, even better. This path will keep us out of its cone of vision, too. So... here's my strategic assessment. We send one group out to knock out the sentry ray, perhaps even cause a little distraction to keep them focused on that. Then, on the signal, a second group, accompanying the sweepers, moves in to take back control of the camp. You'll be taking point of one group, I'll take point of the other. Is that all clear so far?"

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The fact he had been sent to relieve her left a bitter taste in Kassandra’s mouth. There a small, obvious wrinkle in her nose, accentuated by how she set her hands on her hips. She knew her petulance was ill-placed given the Commander’s vote of confidence — but that didn’t mean the Third had to be happy about it.

Though she knew better than to feed into those emotions. It was a hard lesson to learn — no one could be precious about their feelings within the ShinRa company. Especially not in the SOLDIER department.

“So.” Kassandra spoke up. “Assuming our roles... You lead a discreet attack against the sentry ray so it doesn’t light a fire up our asses, and I lead the heavy stompers from the flank after your signal.” She nodded, as if he needed her approval at all. Though it was more-so her own acknowledgement that she needed the help. He was good with strategy. She was... a brute, who would have kept hammering with her standard issue sword until she saw the result she needed.

“Getting the sweepers into position is going to take some time even with the path. They can move fast in bursts but in order to prevent them overheating before they even step into battle, I would suggest they are put on course soon. It would be wise not to face the Crescent Unit at nightfall again — I witnessed this firsthand. They use everything at their disposal, especially the dark.”

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Finding All Kassandra’s Scars

They’re all so hard to see though :(

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The Cult of Calamity was more than a whisper. The insidious organisation had infested most facets of Gaian society, to the point that it had influence over the vast majority of the continents. It controlled the outbreak of war and conflict to align with their own interests. They believed the Calamity to be their God. An Ancient being, who spoke through their followers.

This had sparked the beginning of the divide between human settlements and the nomadic cetra. For the Calamity to rise again, the very ones who had shackled them need be weakened.

So, when the lone misthios happened across a lone nomad, there was but a passing beat of tension between the pair. Kassandra was dressed exactly like a sword-for-hire should appear. Clad in heavy armour and dappled with battle scars. It was obvious the half-spear and sword weren’t merely to ward off common bandits.

“Chaire, traveler.” The taller woman raised her hand in greeting. “Have you by chance seen an obnoxious white horse trotting around?”

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kassandra being my favourite idiot for 67 seconds

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@ofsparta has requested the Crimson Commander's presence!

A recent deployment in Wutai had gone a little awry, and so Genesis had been dispatched to assist. He'd just arrived at the base camp, noting that there were personnel scrambling to see to injured casualties. It looked like a bad hit, and Director Lazard's briefing hadn't lied on that front.

Still, as the Commander strode through the camp with every ounce of grace and finesse, the personnel who weren't injured had rallied to salute him on the way, and one had given him a little rundown of what had happened thus far.

He had to question why they'd put a Third in the lead of a Wutai deployment, even if that Third had shown promise on many occasions. He'd gotten the combat reports from previous missions, but an active warzone was going to be an insane test of those skills. Once he neared the command tent, he ducked inside to see Kassandra there, giving her a nod.

"Seems like your unit got hit badly," he said with little inflection, on this stage it was all business, full serious Commander mode, "and the reports suggested a potential incursion from the Crescent Unit. I only just arrived here, but I need a full situation report, now."

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“Malaka.” The Third cursed under her breath. For once it wasn’t a put-down for someone who had crossed her temper, rather it was a dressing-down aimed at herself. Few dared to approach where she stalked back and forth within a tent far too grand for its purpose. 

Truth was Kassandra was a one-woman-army. Her background was promising, but those were individual missions. It was littered through her many evaluations that she excelled under pressure, that her battle prowess was on par with her male comrades... but that she failed to thrive in a team environment. Always leading the charge, always rushing in with reckless abandon.

That meant she had been pulled up by her boot straps so-to-speak. Director Lazard enrolled her in a series of compulsory courses that focused on teamwork, strategic planning and leadership. That she passed the examinations in Midgar was one thing.

But a warzone, half a world away, was something else entirely. This post had been a test. One that she seemed to have failed spectacularly, given the carnage within the camp. 

Thus entered the crimson Commander himself. No doubt charged with the clean-up detail. Kassandra adjusted her posture bolt upright and snapped a salute. “Commander Rhapsodos!” Though there were few airs and graces about her own body language. Her arm swept over the sand table, modelled after the surrounding terrain. “Sparta Unit has made a tactical retreat from our original base camp. It is my belief that Crescent Unit was not only aware of our movements, but that its members were already in waiting. When nightfall was upon us, we were attacked. 38 men are wounded which accounts for about a third of our numbers here. Not only have we been pushed-back from our vantage point, we lost a sentry ray in the ambush with fears it has not been destroyed but repurposed to hold us back.”

Perhaps others would have handled the attack better. There were already opinions that were slung around like mud — mainly that others would have stood their ground. “Frankly,” she spoke, her east Mideel accent dripping thick from her words, “I would not send Sparta Unit in a counteroffensive. If I still have authority over the situation, Sir, I would return with a small team to discreetly take out the sentry ray to clear the path for our sweepers.”

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IKAROS & KASSANDRA | ASSASSIN’S CREED: ODYSSEY

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What's your role in the tragic play?

Unassuming Extra

You had maybe 3 lines but you will forever own my heart. You play a very minor role, one often forgotten about. However, your significance in the story is pretty big. Something about you propels the story forward in a way no one else can do. You tend to blend into the background, and you probably like it that way. You want a simple life, free from the drama of the main characters. Unfortunately, your story is almost always cut short. Your role is usually a death that kickstarts the plot. Going unnoticed did not save you, but it probably did bring you some peace of mind.

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