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Who: EVERYBODY
Broadcast: Maybe
Action: Lone Breaker System
When: The fleet will be in this system from 3/10 to 4/14

Welcome to the Lone Breaker System. The planet consists of a single ghost town that replenishes its stock daily, and a desert that does not. There are quite a few points of interest, no consequences, and a mystery to be investigated!

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[Yes he did!]

What stranger? You? [He cocks a smile.] But we've met. You're Kaname's friend. If she trusts you, that's good enough for me.

[..........

that's so

nice

It's equal parts incredibly annoying and impossible to argue with at the same time. He's immediately frustrated, and with a quite exhale he turns to take aim at the first available target and fires, sending it flying with an echoing ping.]

Kaname's told me you're involved.

In what?

[Give him a second.]

Oh! Uh, yeah. Yeah. We are.

[He's got a dopey kind of grin as he lines up his shot and fires. A little high - it nicks the can and tips it over. Not the solid hit he was hoping for. He was distracted!]

["In what", he says. God. And he sounds so happy, too.

Messer takes aim at the knocked-over can and fires, snapping it the rest of the way off of the hill they're set upon.]

Your intentions?

Intentions?

[Dude sounds like a overprotective dad from one of Gladio's novels. "What are yer intentions with mah daughter?" He snorts at the image as he readies his shot.]

Um... I dunno? We've only been on like, one date for real. I'm not planning a wedding or anything. I like her. I like being with her. I just wanna make her happy, for as long as she'll let me.

[He fires, a can flies away.]

That cool with you?

What I think is irrelevant. It's her choice.

[And that would be the case regardless of how serious they were about one another. What really matters is the last comment, so, you know. Well done, Prompto. Sort of.]

She seems happy.

Yeah. It is.

[And he's amazed she chose him. So grateful.]

That's good to hear. I'm glad.

But I wouldn't say what you think is irrelevant. You mean a lot to her. And she probably means a lot to you. Friends are supposed to look out for each other. I understand. [If he didn't believe Luna was spun from the purest gold, he'd want to make sure she's good for Noctis.]

[Buddy... buddy, you have no idea.

There's a quiet, noncommittal "hmm" from Messer's side of the homemade range, and he fires at another pair of the cans before he responds.]

It's been my duty to protect her for two years. I would be unworthy of my position if I didn't make sure that she's safe here as well, and that means knowing those she shares her time with.

[And if - hah, if - she means any more to him than that, well... that's not for a stranger to know.]

[True. He has no idea.]

That's fair. I'm glad she has someone else looking out for her. You seem qualified!

[He tips a head to the targets they've been taking out with a grin.]

[oh my god. he can't even dignify that with a response.]

I see you're no stranger to a weapon.

[that was a nice hit, by the way.]

[He smiles a bit wider. He wasn't where he wanted to be with his combat, but he was a hell of a lot better now than he used to be. It was nice to know his hard work was paying off.]

'Fraid not. I made a promise to protect someone. Gotta keep my skills up so I can!

[And now it wasn't just Noct here, but Lady Luna as well, and no Ignis or Gladio with their superior training to lead the way. He'd just have to do his best!]

"Protect someone"?

[It doesn't sound like it's Kaname - he'd probably have specified if that were the case, though he could be wrong - so he's curious.]

Mmhmm.

[Is it his turn to go again? He checks his ammo and lines up a shot.]

Prince Noctis is here. And Lady Luna too. His shield isn’t here, and his advisor disappeared a while ago. So I need to step up my game and make sure nothing happens to them.

[Instead of watching the shot, Messer takes stock of Prompto himself- his posture, his focus as he aims, the way he holds his weapon. A mental checklist of dos and don'ts.]

How did you end up as guard to a prince?

[He seriously does not fit the mental image that such a position would conjure up. Not that he has a lot of experience with princes, mind. There's not a great number of royalty in space nowadays, but he's not completely unfamiliar with Earth history either.]

[The question is almost lost as he fires his weapon. He waits for the bullet to connect with its target before he grins and answers.]

I'm not. Better than that! He's my best friend. I got trained up so I could go with him when he went to go get married. [He waves the hand not holding a gun.] Long story.

[Ahh, so he trained to avoid being dead weight. That's useful, actually. One point.]

Sounds like it would be.

[He takes the dismissive gesture as such and doesn't pry; he doesn't usually do this much talking, and it's starting to feel like an interrogation, which he doesn't want... yet. Kaname might get mad if he went that far for no reason.

Instead he takes another shot- the last shot- and stands up, this time opting to be the one to head over and set up the targets. Still on guard, of course, but just... checking.]

[He just wants to be useful!

By the time Messer gets back from resetting the targets, he's bouncing from one foot to the other. Not quite impatient, but standing still is not his favorite.]

You said you protect Kaname. Does that make you a bodyguard back home?

[Messer is briefly taken aback by the question- it's entirely logical, but he'd assumed Kaname would have explained the nature of their relationship already. She's probably just respecting his privacy or something, though he'd hardly use the word private for any of it.

...Most of it.]

I- [-was-] I'm a pilot. Each member of the Walkure group was assigned a pilot for protection, transportation, and to perform in an accompanying air show. I was Kaname's.

A pilot. That's really cool.

[He'd been in big, clunky air ships, and once figured out how to operate a smaller flying vehicle (it was a rush, but also terrifying).]

Air shows? So you must be really good!

We were the best in our fleet.

[And he was the best of the best!

...Not to brag or anything. Which is why he doesn't say that.]

Our performance was little more than supplemental- the focus was always ensuring Walkure could work unhindered.

[He looks over Messer for a brief second, then nods decisively.]

If you fly as well as you shoot, I believe it.

[Speaking of. He lines up his shot and takes it.]

[...Heh.]

I fly better.

[ping! goes the next can. He's almost smiling- nothing makes him feel quite like flying does.]

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