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hearing ppl warn against making friends online like ah yes....my evil stalker friends......the years of bonding over fictional characters and shitposts were all a ploy to get my social security number...

man this guy is my favourite character (throws rocks at him) (throws rocks at him) (throws rocks at him) (throws rocks at him (thr

Behínji Sume Sohiel

Ad Xinie Maivtre — Ad Auvana Odabrani — Ad Mizae Iskatram

Translated, it means “Blessed be Sohiel. The Pure Maivtre, The Wise Odabrani, The Loving Iskatram.”

As I said some posts ago, Sohiel is the holy family of Martra. They are both religious figures and royalty as well. It’s something determined many ages ago, a culture deeply enrooted in the citizens.

The current lineage is Kenyan as Maivtre and Sylris as Odabrani; they're married.

Sylris is so handsome, gosh. Look at those lashes and hands.

HOP ON OOMFIES AND MOOTIES

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That all didn’t fucking add up. So Smith was suddenly gone? Pulled out of Joey’s grip apparently. And there was blood? A whole trail? What the fuck had happened?

Had he been attacked? By what? An enemy spotting them? Or just shooting at them blindly and getting in a lucky one? Or some kind of animal? Or had he been hit by some branch being thrown around by the winds of the storm?

There were so many options and Jacob didn’t know which one was more likely. And which one unsettled him most.

Having his hand tightly hooked onto Miller’s shoulder, he looked around and tried to make out anything… but it all looked the same. Orange reddish hell of wind and sand.

“What happened?! Did they find him again?!”

He would go and find that stupid bastard himself, if need be. But currently Jacob knew his assigned position was to be last in the line. Make sure no one got lost… well shit, that had happened just now and they didn’t know where he was?!

Step by step, following after where Kay lead them, Jacob again tried to drill his headset into his brain, at least it felt like that.

“Seed to Kolchek! Smith is lost, there is blood! We can’t find him, what are we-”

The next words cut off into a loud “FUCK!” when there suddenly was something catching onto Jacob’s boot, making him stumble and fall down. His fingers slipping from Miller’s shoulder, but instinctively clawing onto his best friend’s boot.

Looking down and around in half a panic, Jacob could see that there actually was someone holding onto his own foot. Just a hand at first, letting go of his rifle, Jacob reached for the arm and dragged the person closer so he could try and recognize anything through the howling sand. The sand also slipped from the man’s form and revealing more of his identity. Marine uniform. Helmet. No mask but a whole lot of blood. Smith.

“It’s Smith! What the fuck!? Ya’ll marched right past him!”

Not that Jacob could fault them – there could be a whole troop of enemies sitting a meter away, they would’ve had no clue. And vice versa.

This entire situation had gone sideways. When it rained it poured and out in a sand storm that wasn’t something pretty. Even for a squad of marines such a force of nature could be intimidating. But they would overcome this trial, just like any other that was thrown at them.

“These FUCKIN’ headphones!” Jason swore, aggravated by all the interruptions to communication. He was going to collect them all at the end of this mission and stomp them all to fucking pieces at this rate. “This is Kolchek. Relay the situation to me.”

Sergeant Kay attempted to communicate though the headset again. He explained how he was guiding the rear group to link back up with the front, then the equipment dropped out again. The intention to circle back himself to locate Smith was lost in that fuzzy disconnect, but at the very least he did complete his objective, securing the two groups back together again.

Miller startled and yelled “HALT!” up the line. Too much was happening at the same time, he could only hope that the command made it up the chain quickly enough. He had to release his hold on the shoulder in front of him to turn, initially offering a hand to Jacob before he saw another figure being pulled into view.

He swore out too softly for anyone to hear, clawing onto Jacob to help him stand before managing to dip and sling one of Smith’s arms around his shoulders to act as his support to help him stand. “We have Smith.” he calmly relayed through the headset.

The slow crawl resumed and when the group finally made it to the truck Jason yelled for Seed and Park to get their asses to the front. He helped steady Smith and guided him into the truck, shoving him onto one of the seats and waving for everyone to pile in.

Where Jacob sat, Miller didn’t even hesitate to take a seat on one of his legs. The truck was only so big and everyone had to really squeeze in to escape the sand storm.

“That was a fuckin’ nightmare out there.” Jason commented, tending to Smith’s first aid as best as he could with the resources they had. Looked like the side of his face had taken a battering. “Need to polish our communication. If these headsets fuck us over, gotta be able to rely on each other... so what the fuck happened?”

Even Miller leaned in to listen closely. Smith was just as uncertain as everyone else, but Joey spoke up. “There was something. Happened so fast, but there was like.. metal or I don’t know- being carried in those winds. Knocked Smith straight outta my grip and tossed him.”