[Connor is skulking around the edges of home base after having to bring a stray child (an acquaitance affected by the time changes, no less) back from the 'front lines'. He considers returning to the task of acting as a distraction, but frankly he's not sure he wants to: the rush of adrenaline has worn off, his anger at the Initiative has temporarily faded, and he comes out of the fight unusually tired and dazed. His head swims in the memories of the short but explosively violent battle. All those machines, those different weapons... and the strange abilities of the other Transports.
If he did go back, it would be just to see more of those astonishing... powers of theirs.
But ultimately, instead of directly assisting the Initiative further, he chooses to stay near the base and help defend the Transports who cannot fight.
With the blood of too many men drying on his white and blue robes, he retreats to a large tree near the base's perimeter and settles high in its branches. He's reloading his flintlock pistol when he notices a brief flicker of red down through the leaves. His attention is directed to it immediately, all milling thoughts and the uncomfortable awareness of fresh wounds put to the back of his mind. With the readied pistol in hand, he starts a slow descent down the tree, branch by branch.
A woman soon comes into view and he watches as she engages an enemy soldier that's made the mistake of coming too close. Once the man's crumpled to the ground, Connor holsters his pistol and perches on the branch he happened to stop on. He whistles low in the imitation of an eagle's cry.]
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If he did go back, it would be just to see more of those astonishing... powers of theirs.
But ultimately, instead of directly assisting the Initiative further, he chooses to stay near the base and help defend the Transports who cannot fight.
With the blood of too many men drying on his white and blue robes, he retreats to a large tree near the base's perimeter and settles high in its branches. He's reloading his flintlock pistol when he notices a brief flicker of red down through the leaves. His attention is directed to it immediately, all milling thoughts and the uncomfortable awareness of fresh wounds put to the back of his mind. With the readied pistol in hand, he starts a slow descent down the tree, branch by branch.
A woman soon comes into view and he watches as she engages an enemy soldier that's made the mistake of coming too close. Once the man's crumpled to the ground, Connor holsters his pistol and perches on the branch he happened to stop on. He whistles low in the imitation of an eagle's cry.]