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[formulator]

[ It's been... well, a day, more or less.

Robin's had enough time to get more-or-less settled in, get some basic information, and figure out how this strange communication device worked. Thankfully, she was a quick study - no embarrassing slip-ups in handling technology for her!

And thus, with all of that out of the way, it was time for another important task. The video feed turns on to show the face of a young woman, a fairly serious look on her face. A dark-haired woman can be seen in the corner of a screen, and manly "hiyah"s and such can be heard in the background. ]

This is supposed to connect to everybody who's arrived to this city from elsewhere.... right? My thoughts go out to every messenger that's been put out of business by this.

My name is Robin, and I'm looking for anybody connected to the Ylissean army. If you are, when see this message, please contact me back for our location. You might not recognize me as the Robin you know, but-

[ The manly voice in the background cuts in- ] BINDING BLADE!!! [ Owain can now be seen in the background, his sword... neatly cutting through the wall.

Robin turns her attention towards him. ] Owain!! As small as this room is, you're going to practice something like that!?

[ Tharja can be seen more clearly as Robin gets up to scold Owain, but only for a moment as Robin turns the feed off. ]

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I'll keep my own ears open, then.

[ Unaugmented humans... that described pretty much everybody in the Ylissen army, except the taguels and maketes, but they were hardly normal people either. ] Does that mean you're more than a normal human?

[greyerrant]

I am Legiones Astartes. I am a genehanced human with specific war-gear that allows me to fight much more effectively.

[ You know, killing whole armies with a 10 man squad, that kind of thing. ]

[formulator]

[ Genenhanced? She files away that information for later. ] So that's what you meant. [ She pauses a moment. Since he introduced himself, it was only polite to do so herself. ] Robin, tactician of the Ylissean army. Nice to meet you. [ ...So to speak. They're not even face-to-face - strange to be carrying out a conversation in this fashion at all, but Robin will adapt. ]

[greyerrant]

I am Cerberus, Knight-Errant of Malcador the Sigilite, Regent of Terra.

[ Apparently Legiones Astartes is a title, not his name. ]

[formulator]

Oh. So that was a title? [ It's an honest mistake! He must get that all the time, right? ]

[greyerrant]

Yes.

[ Apparently the fact that people call him the Quiet one or the Silent Wolf wasn't an overstatement. ]

[formulator]

[ All right, moving on- ]

We'll assist as we can, until we can leave. I've heard something about a barrier surrounding the city? [ Which would make leaving difficult. ]

[greyerrant]

Your sources were correct. There are ways to other worlds, but not out of the city.

[ He doesn't seem particularly perturbed by that either. ]

[formulator]

There are ways to other words here?

An outrealm gate of some sort?

[greyerrant]

Of a sort, though it is more of an object than a gate.

[formulator]

Can you tell me any more about it?