Freedom Fighters [Open]

[browncoatdevil.livejournal.com]

It was her fourth hour and near thirtieth reset so far.

St. Albans was by far the coldest planet in the 'verse that the red headed woman standing in the middle of a snow covered forest belonged to. The snow never seemed to stop falling leaving drifts sometimes up to ten feet in depth that a person or a vehicle could easily get trapped in. Even if it had been a year since Gwendolyn had been there she could remember the details of picking the spots out, how the snow seemed to lay as well as the crunch of snow under boot. She had asked Stacy to let her be clothed how she had been during the winder campaign on the planet much to her protests. The uniform she wore was tattered and had seen better days. Strips of clothing wrapped around already numb fingers as the cold winder wind swept its way through the barren limbs above her head.

It was night on the St. Albans that Stacy had recreated perfectly for her. Well below freezing and cold enough to zap the energy out of any thing that cared show its head. That had been her squadron, that particular night, on a recon mission that had gone horribly wrong. It was still a mystery to the lieutenant just how the man had managed to hand them over so easily to the enemy. How hadn't they seen it before? Were there warning signs while they were there? Ever since the nightmares the questions had been gnawing away at the back of her mind leaving numbness much like the simulated cold that the planet had to offer. Gwen closed her eyes, her helmeted head turned up to feel the to soft flakes if snow against her face. Any other time she would have stopped to enjoy the beauty that the white flakes had to offer. Now, though, was a different matter. She had a mystery to solve with the only way to stop her the ship herself or another crew member.

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[falseswordsgirl.livejournal.com]

Yue rarely spent time on the fifth level, she spent most of her time in the city. It was so vast and great she just couldn't help it. However, from what she understood about the sensoriums, she had to investigate. It was remarkable how real this was, it was very cold. A cold that Ariadne lacked, at least during the warm summers she was studying there. "Adeat." Yue's clothes changed as her uniform and robe appeared in place of the ill fitting robes she had found on the ship. The magic of her contract surrounding her, shielding her from the cold like a winter jacket.

Yue sat on her broom and rose to the air, seeking out who would create such an illusion. Yue pulled her hat down to help shield her eyes from the snow as she flew across the sky, her eyes finally falling on a figure. "Is there some reason you've decided to create this blizzard?" Yue dropped from the sky on her broom, not landing due to her uncertainty of how deep the snow might be.

The woman didn't appear to have some affinity for cold, like a Daywalker, Dragon, or Winter Spirit. Which did give some credence to her concern, even with her magic at such high barriers the wind was still bitter cold. Just not cold enough to kill her for at least a few hours.

[browncoatdevil.livejournal.com]

"The need to solve a puzzle."

Gwen's eyes opened up, a hand raising to brush snowflakes from her lashes. "A mystery that has been naggin' at me for a bit now." And it had been. The woman had eleven months prior to Serenity Valley to think about it and the couple of months she had been on the ship. In all honestly it was well over a year now since she and a few of her people had been tossed in to a prisoner of war camp... though that was an issue in its self, it was more of the reasoning behind it. That was what made Gwen drudge up the memory of the place.

[falseswordsgirl.livejournal.com]

"A mystery?" Well, that was a reason to do this sort of thing. Although how much the mystery and the snow had to do with each other was still unanswered. Yue flew closer to the ground. She might as well conserve some strength, and she picked a spot near the other woman to land, on the ground her robes could fully surround her, and keep her warmer.

"Is this a personal issue, or one of a grander importance," it was important to differentiate between them. While it was true, personal issues were of importance, they did come second to matters of the ship and the enemies they might face later on. Or enemies they have already faced. No clue there should be overlooked. "This is not to demean your problems if they are personal in nature."