Rivals

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“Ok, the Rivals… They’re… led by Sector, for starters. I’ve never actually seen him before, but others have. Scouts ‘n such. I know he’s real tall, wears a lotta black. I think he has an eyepatch? Black hair. Pale skin. Has a huge scythe. I also know I never wanna meet him in battle.

Don’t ever wanna meet his second, either. People say he’s quick as a snake, cunning as one, too. Don’t remember what weapon he uses, though. Hopefully don’t ever have to find out. …For myself, at least.”

A casual sniff breaks the monologue for a second.

“They live in this… this big citadel thing. Deep in their territory. I’ve only ever gotten close-ish to it in a small party on a stealth mission. It went kinda awry, ended up a bit of a fight with a few dead on both sides an’ we got outta there real quick. It… wasn’t great. But the place is huge! I dunno how they find their way around the thing. Real fancy-lookin’, too. Much fancier’n what we’ve got. I dunno, though, I kinda like the bunker better.

-Right, getting off-track. Rivals.”

The mic’s moved, causing a squeak and a brief peak. The speaker seems to show no mind.

“They wear these skin-tight suits with glowing lights on ‘em in lines. A couple around their arms ‘n legs, an’ their symbol’s glowing on their upper chest, right around where their heart is, I think. They’ve also got helmets that cover their head fully, which- honestly, it looks kinda cool. Heartless, though. None of it’s got any personality.

Speakin’ of personality, I’ve come across a couple of the Rival soldiers from time to time in a not-combat situation, and… like- I dunno, they seem like regular people? Which is weird to me, I’d’ve thought that like… if they’re fighting for this big evil guy, they’d have to be evil too? But… but there’s a couple of ‘em that… that don’t… seem like that, y’know?

It’s weird.

But I mean, I guess it means they’re not beyond saving, so that’s kinda hopeful.

Maybe one day.

…Maybe.”

Click.