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Post by Knightcalibur on Jul 7, 2020 8:55:48 GMT -6
A cold rage coiled at his soul at that last part of his words a 'Safehouse' more than likely a way to get rid of him once he becomes not very useful, still, it's better than dealing with the Earth Federation hounding at his heels. With a dejected exhalation, he then looked at him. "Very well prince, I'll accept your terms in that regard. I'll return to the 'Queen Anna' to await your call for battle."
After a few moments, the Mercenary turned to leave the room wanting to finish repairs on the mobile suit over dealing with another second of this. It smelled like politics and bullshit, he had his fill over at Mars Zeon and Lucius never had a taste for it.
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Post by HeadlessSeeker on Jul 10, 2020 17:41:36 GMT -6
Citrio watched them leave and sat back contemplating the fact that the Federation still had a super weapon around. Should he go through with his eventual plans of denying them Jupiters H3 then they might see fit to use it on the Jupiter Empire he planned to forge. Not only that, but he sensed something off about this mercenary. He would have to keep a close eye on them. Apparently they didnt like his offer of a generous safe house should things go wrong. 'Spoiled brat.' he thought as he thought over his next moves.
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Post by Knightcalibur on Jul 19, 2020 22:42:42 GMT -6
Lucius didn't take long to act out his aggression on his way out before leaving in the shuttle there was a incident reports. Before leaving in a brutal act of violence, he had gripped the back of the head of one of his own soldiers before bashing his skull repeatedly against a nearby railing until blood started trailing out of a head wound after repeated blows by Lucius in a enraged state in plain view of everyone including the Jupiter Guardsmen. The memory keeps were playing in his mind of that damned mobile suit that forced him to bluff like a coward to save himself. Between that and the massive laser that tore his fleet apart even before talking to the prince his mind was elsewhere.
impact was a loud "Thud" noise which got louder upon each impact until nearly 9 continuous blows left a ringing noise from the impact, he finally discarded the unfortunate soul onto the floor next to him.
The remaining Mercenaries dragging their limp compatriot onto the ship before they depart leaving a small trail of blood. Lucius sighed upon resting his blood-steined glove upon his temple finally starting to relax as he recalled the annoying mess and what he's prepared to do.
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