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[Andrea DeTroyes]

"Suit yourself," Once they are all loaded up Andrea will raise the hovercraft and guide it out of the dropship. "Alright kid, just say where."

To Karlotta she shouts back, "Ex-AFFS as well? What unit? 17th Avalon Hussars myself. But I have a brother in the Davion Heavy Guards and my father and sister both in the 2nd Crucis Lancers."

[Comstar]

Samuel gave directions, and they made good time. The hovercraft could definitely set a good pace when it wanted.

Before long, Samuel said, "We should be here. Can't see much in the rain though."

[Karlotta Roth]

"Still on it. I owe them a year of service, I'm simply still not called, and can't afford to wait until they need me or I'll starve. I was trained under the Draconis March Militia, on Robinson more specifically." She replies. "High-profile family you got, though. I can only talk about myself. Mines has been traditionally on the commerce field."

She looked around when Samuel said they were at the right place. "Let's get out, then."

[Andrea DeTroyes]

"Yes, the DeTroyes have provided the elite Crucis Lancers with pilots since the Star League." Andrea smiles slightly, "Barons on the planet Kestrel. Crucis March."

She shut the vehicle down, "Need me to stay with the hovercraft or thinking you might need an extra gun?"

[Karlotta Roth]

"Woah. So high lady and became a merc? I'm the most curious." She replied with a smile of both appreciation and surprise. "Do as you wish. We aren't at peril here, they are farmers. What's the worst they can do, point me a shotgun?" Karlotta didn't exactly give her time to answer before she left the vehicle.

[Comstar]

Stepping out of the hovercraft, Samuel frowned.

"This is it. It should be here."

Pushing ahead through the rain he quickly began to outpace the pair, ducking around uneven ground with the ease of familarity.

Then he stopped.

There was a large, charred ruin. Perhaps it was once a farmstead.

There were no barns. No family. No tractors or livestock. No Mother, Father, or siblings. Where all of that had once been was only a burnt and charred ruin with no signs of life.

Samuel didn't move or say anything for a long moment, and then he muttered, "This is my fault. I complained about home. Told them all about my family and friends. Where we lived... what we did..."

He fell to his knees.

"I did this."

[Karlotta Roth]

She followed him. Not at his pace, of course, but at a decent one — she was one who dealt with irregular terrain easily, after all. It would be useful to arrive at his side to explain things. Maybe the vehicle scared the family. Or maybe they really got a shotgun. She saw that Samuel stopped, and then she saw it.
Karlotta took a heavy breath. She had heard of it, back in the Outer Sphere. How pirates threatened to harm your family, instead of you, and that's what kept many prisoners on line. And she knew that pirates didn't hold back. Even before he muttered, she knew what happened. And that just made things more bitter. Karlotta got on a knee at his side, unbothered by the mud or the rain, and held him in a hug.
Karlotta had good bear hugs.

[Samuel Levi]

After a long silence, he seemed to reach a conclusion.

"I'm going to kill all of them."

It was a simple sentence, yet in it, perhaps the worst conclusion possible had been reached.

"I don't care what happens to me... I'm going to destroy them."

[Karlotta Roth]

"Not while you have two thirds your blood running on you. Let's go back to the hover." He was a teenager. He would change his mind. Probably. Even if he didn't... It wasn't a bad goal to have on life. She just wished that he was prudent enough not to kill himself for nothing.

[Samuel Levi]

He resisted the pull to go back, jaw increasingly set.

"What do I have to do to become a soldier. Or a Mechwarrior. Anything."