My World of 1x1s discussion

The General Plot:
One day the power turned off and wouldn't turn back on. This was called the Blackout. Society took a turn for the worse. In all the confusion and hysteria, dictators and terrorists rose to power. World leaders were assassinated left and right and the people were left stunned. Anyone opposing the new regimes is cut down before they have a chance to get a word in.
Ten years pass and forests have overgrown, predatory populations are on the rise, and a rebellion is festering.
The leader of the resistance is scheduled to form a task force that is to sneak their way into the capitol and hold the dictator hostage.

The Regime is the dictatorial government that has been established in the part of the world we are rping in. They use military as well as hired hands to keep order and the terror alive. Some people saw the military take over coming (they were thought to be crazy at first, but these people are the ones that started the refugee camps that lead to the Rebel camps.

There were some that predicted the dictator's overthrow. Although people originally believed they were crazy, their hideouts ended up becoming refugee camps and then Rebel camps. These camps are now dotted across the country.

The Capitol became the headquarters for the Regime. It is so heavily guarded, not even civilians can get very close to the building. It is surrounded by soldiers.

When the Regime was taking power, they preyed on those in need of jobs. They threatened families and now their forces are enormous and still growing. The Regime has spies everywhere, including some camps. In towns it's unsafe to even mention the Resistance without getting caught.

Weapons: The Regime has confiscated most firearms. Since the factories are no longer running, coming across guns is rare. The Resistance has been able to save some of their arms though and only lets the most skilled use them. They have to make their own bullets, though.

Name: Nazeri Contreras
Age: 23
Gender: Female

Personality: A very stubborn, determined girl that always feels as though she has a point to prove. She doesn't trust people very easily, though this is rather obvious because she usually glares at people she isn't used to being around. She dislikes most forms of change and avoids it as much as she can. She is a proud individual, being one of the brightest soldiers in the resistance and a woman to boot. Her rough exterior is thick, but she isn't made of stone. She has a soft spot for her older brother and small children and animals (though animals have never been fond of her). She protects her loved ones with all she has.

Appearance:

Allegiance: Rebels

Skills: Bow and arrow; fairly skilled with a sword, but not nearly as well as some of the others; hand-to-hand combat; stealth

Weapons: Bow and arrow; dagger

History/Relationships: Nazeri used to be a normal little girl. She wore dresses, played hide and seek with her brothers (even when they weren't seeking), and made her parents tell her stories before she went to bed. She loved climbing trees and when she was eight, she fell and broke her leg. Then the Blackout came. At first, she just thought it was temporary and she didn't mind. She still climbed trees and tried to pick fights with her brothers. When the war began, everything changed. Her town was pillaged and terrorized. She and her brothers fled to the woods and hid in trees until it was all over. Nazeri was forced to stay in the tree with her brother Xavier while Ben and Adam went to find their parents. They returned with the news that both parents had died in the massacre. The family moved south with some other survivors to a Rebel camp offering shelter. Adam, 20 at the time, joined the rebel forces almost immediately after they arrived. Ben, 16, opted to learn medicine. Xavier, 14, and Nazeri, 13, weren't allowed to join the forces but were allowed to begin training. Xavier joined Adam as soon as he turned 18, though both he and Adam died in battle about a month later. It was a sensitive time for them, but Nazeri and Ben slowly recovered from the loss.
Nazeri wasn't one for romance, especially in such dark times, but cupid's arrow had other plans for her. She had recently turned 20 and this guy would not stop pestering her until she agreed to one date. They got along very well. He had incredible combat skills and he knew it (he was such a show off and she teased him about it mercilessly). He would play with her hair (as long as her waist at this point) and make crazy knots that would take her an annoying amount of time to get out. One day he was gone and she didn't know why until she heard through the camp that he was a Regime spy. She now hopes to kill him one day.

Other: She's about 5'3", which is only a little shorter than a lot of people around her, but she is still teased about it constantly (especially by her brother). She is still a fantastic climber of trees and other climbable things.

Name: Benjamin
Age: 26
Gender: Male

Personality: Benjamin can be a bit shy around people he doesn't know, so he gives off a bit of a tall, dark, and mysterious vibe though at heart he is a sweet goofball. He is the kind of person that will do his best to support others even if they don't see it that way. As a medic, Benjamin can be ruthless, disregarding the patient's discomfort in favor of treating you as needed. If that means restraining you and forcing you to take medication he will get the job done. In this aspect, he can be rather scary, but if you see him around his loved ones, you will see him as nothing more than a harmless puppy. He will smile often and can even be teasing in the right company.

Appearance:

Allegiance: Rebels

Skills: Medicine and healing

Weapons: handgun

History/Relationships: Ben was 16 when the Blackout happened. He was always a sweet, introverted boy with dreams of becoming a fireman. He was an athlete, playing center forward on his soccer team. When the Blackout came, there was an air of tension everywhere he went. The police seemed to be on edge as well. His parents assured them that the power would come back any day now, though there was always a shadow of doubt in their eyes. Things changed. Food couldn't be refrigerated anymore, the children were walked to school, and no one could communicate via telephone. Ben and his siblings were at home when they started hearing gunshots and screaming. His parents were away at work, but there was no time for them to wait for them or go find them, so they fled. Once Nazeri and Xavier were safe, Adam and Ben went to search for their parents only to find them dead, savagely beaten and shot. There was so much blood and Ben was frozen. Adam had to practically drag him away from the scene.
The family moved south to the Rebel camp and Ben decided to start helping out the medical team. Adam, Xavier, and Nazeri all seemed intent on joining up with the combative forces as soon as they could and Ben wanted to be able to protect them in his own way. He met a girl that wanted to become a nurse alongside him when he was 18. They started dating about a year later. She was with him through the deaths of both his brothers and Nazeri's enlistment. Three years ago, they were engaged. They were married within the month and a year later she died on the battlefield.

Other: Ben loves any spicy food and is a good dancer. He keeps his father's watch as a momento and Nazeri has a necklace of their mother's.

Name: Lukas Brazti
Age: 28
Occupation: Resistance Fighter
Appearance:

Personality: friendly; hotheaded; brash; quick tempered; charming; loyal; cunning
History: Lukas was not necessarily considered an upstanding citizen when the Blackout occurred. He has since righted himself in the Resistance and is a loyal friend and ally to those he considers worth fighting alongside and/or for.
Abilities: firearms; brawling; intimidation

***

Name: Avery Daniels
Age: 21
Occupation: Resistance Fighter
Appearance:

Personality: perceptive; critically analytical; intelligent; cerebral
History: Avery had dreams of attending university and becoming a scientist, biologist, or perhaps even an inventor. The Blackout ended any hope of attaining a higher education. She is a self-taught scholar, and she reads every spare moment that she gets.
Special: research; tracking; survival skills; basic self-defense martial arts

Nazeri jumped down from the trees inviting green branches and began quickly making her way to the camp's center. There were lots of people gathered, but she was looking for a familiar shaped head that stood a bit taller than the others. She wiggled and maneuvered her small body around people to get closer to the front. Knowing her brother, he would have showed up to the meeting 15 minutes early even when the medic tent was maybe 100 feet from the center of camp. When she spotted his brown wavy head of hair, she moved faster to end up right behind him.
"If you try to put me in a choke hold again, don't expect me to make you dinner tonight." His calm, controlled voice came just as she was about to do just that. She groaned, making a face and moved to stand next to him.
"Do you want me to starve?"
"Ah, that might stunt your growth... oh wait." That earned him a jab in the arm.
"Has Praxis come out yet?"
"No, but she will shortly. Who do you think she's going to pick?"
"There's five positions, right?"
"Yeah, but one of them is definitely going to Woodrow. She makes him go out on all the missions."
Moments later, a tall woman with wildly curly hair as black as night emerged from the biggest building on the edge of the square. She was a bit older, probably in her mid-forties and was followed by a man not much younger. She carried an air of command about her and walked confidently towards a make-shift podium that was placed at the front of the crowd. She motioned for everyone to sit and they did. When everyone had quieted down, she began to speak
"As you all know, attacks by the Regime have increased this last month. Not just two weeks ago was our sister camp in Lockswood was burned to the ground, it's survivors escaping here only to find that supplies are scarce and our numbers are weak. I told everyone three days ago that I was assembling a team. Well, now I'm going to tell you why. Last week, the council and I decided that out people cannot continue on in this way. The Regime's power is more terrifying now than ever and will only continue to grow stronger as we weaken. We formed a team of five that we believe can invade the capitol, kidnap Dictator Smith, and force a change in government. This team will now be identified today. Should anyone chosen for this task see themselves unfit to carry out this mission, they must propose a replacement by sundown. The team has no time to waste and must leave tomorrow at dawn."

Standing at the edge of the meeting with his arm pressed against a large oak tree, Lukas puffed on a large homemade cigar that he had traded a week's rations for just the other day. Being of sound mind and even more able of body made him a likely candidate for this suicide mission, and while he was not entirely averse to the possibility of being picked, he was not going to do so before he'd had a few of his favorite things. A bottle of whiskey waited for him underneath his pillow, and he'd drink it tonight with a few friends whether he was picked or not. Smoke billowed from his parted lips and nostrils as he listened intently to Praxis speak. Kidnap the doc, huh? Yeah, easier said then done. Suicide mission indeed.

***

Avery was seated close to the front where she could hear Praxis's every word while jotting down notes for later perusal. She always wrote everything down--one never knew when the information would be needed again. Plus it would one day become a primary source when the world returned to normal--which it would (she refused to believe it wouldn't)--and when that day came, historians the world over would be analyzing the journals of Avery Daniels. The chances of her being picked for the mission were highly unlikely, though that did not mean that Avery had not planned for the odds just in case. She was sure Praxis would pick members who were more brawn than brain, although the kidnapping of a doctor would have to involve skill and strategy. She made a mental note to point this out later on if she disagreed with which members would be sent.

Genova Praxis looked over the crowd. She'd already spotted the chosen members of the team. There was Brazti, Lukas, smoking some hand made cigar, He probably already figured out he was a possibility. He was chosen mainly for his combative skill. His talent made him stand out from many of the others, but what put his name in ink was his past. He was a man that knew about going against the law and getting away with it. He'd only shown exemplary behavior since coming to the camp, but when it came down to it, there was no one else with quite the same background or experience. Their second pick was Contreras, Benjamin. He was chosen because of his exceptional skill in treating patients in critical condition. Heaven knows these soldiers would need all the help they can get staying alive. Still, his sister was not their third pick, but everyone knew there was no separating the two. They thought of switching the medic, but the only one with Benjamin's skill was too old and didn't have as much battle experience. Nazeri might not be the best in combat, but she was one of their best in long range attacks and her stealth abilities weren't to be overlook. In the end, it was decided they would both go. Lastly was Daniels, Avery. Like Nazeri, she didn't have as much combat experience, but her tracking skills and intelligence put her into consideration. She was the brightest in the camp and would serve them well on the mission. What put her name to paper was the fact that of all the refugees, she had done the most research of anyone and had the most knowledge about the Regime and the Capitol and if this suicide mission was to succeed, they would need her help to accomplish it.
"I will call the names chosen and you will all come with me for a short briefing of the mission." She declared. The crowd became silent.
"Woodrow, Alexander.
"Brazti, Lukas.
"Contreras, Benjamin.
"Contreras, Nazeri.
"And Daniels, Avery."
After listing the names, she and Woodrow left the podium and headed back to the building they had previously exited.

Upon hearing his name, Ben stiffened, but he wasn't too surprised. He was a damn good medic. He felt the eyes and stares come upon him and a chill ran down his spine. He really hated all the attention, but there was no helping it now. He glanced down at his sister only to see her face frozen in excitement before she started jumping up and down enthusiastically and laughing happily. Her reaction turned his stomach and a wave of dread washed over him. It was a moment before he realized she was pulling him towards Praxti's command center. He followed somberly. He knew she was partly picked because she came with him and that fact sickened him even more.

Taking one last puff his cigar, Lukas then pressed the glowing end of it out on the tree's bark that he was leaning against. He made sure that the heat was completely subdued before he pocketed it and with the confidence of a man who knew his worth, he began to make his way to their leader's tent. He had recognized one or two of the names Praxis had called out but one was not familiar. Well, he'd get to know them soon enough. Hopefully they were not completely useless.

***

Avery's hand froze as she wrote when her name was called out. Was this a mistake? Her? She had never really been sent on missions before--not that she was complaining. A chance to visit the capitol was something that she very much looked forward to. If she could somehow sneak into a university or a library as well.... She had been urging the council with the necessity to retrieve equipment for the continuation of science and education and perhaps this was an unspoken chance for her to make it happen herself.

Sighing inwardly, Avery sheathed her pen in the coiled spine of her journal before rising from the log. Sandwiching her notebook in between her bicep and ribcage, she made her way to Praxis's tent as ordered.

Praxis sat at her desk and waited as the recruits filed into her tent. When they were all there, she began to debrief them.
"Alright. I'm not going to go into why you were all chosen. I'm sure you all know how your skills will be needed for this mission to be a success." She pulled out a map from one of the desk drawers.
"Fullbuster's camp at Lockswood went down two week's ago. And Loxar's camp went down three nights ago."
Woodrow stiffened in shock. "B-But-"
"They're only 15 miles away from our camp. I haven't told anyone yet because Loxar had a spy-"
"How can you know that?" Woodrow sputtered out. Praxis raised an eyebrow.
"I received a message sent by bird last night. I did not tell anyone. Not even you, Woodrow because if there was a spy here, in my camp, there can be no chance for them to find out how much I know."
"But if Loxar's camp went down-"
"Then ours isn't far behind."
"Where are you going to evacuate everyone?"
"That's for me to know, and you to find out when you return." Her words were almost harsh and Woodrow flinched.
"O-of course. My apologies." Woodrow stammered, though a shadow fell over his face. "Please, go on."
"You five will go on foot two towns north east and board the train to the capitol. If anyone catches you, you simply say you are going north to check on family. If they ask where you are from, you say you're from Heartsville. That's a bit farther south from here and the Regime enforcers are known to be slightly more lenient there. Once you get to the Capitol, you will have to pretend to be locals. You need to blend in as well as possible. Develop a plan to infiltrate the building. I'm sorry to say our knowledge of the building is limited. We have close to no knowledge of the capitol as it is now. Most of our scouting missions have been unsuccessful. And this is going to be close to impossible, but the Resistance is running out of time and options. You may very well be our last chance." She handed the map to Woodrow and grabbed an envelope and handed it to Benjamin. "Open that on the train." She turned to the rest of the group. "Any further questions?"

Two camps attacked already and fallen? Lukas was not sure how he felt about this news, except the most obvious alarm bell that sounded in his head: the resistance clearly lacked in able bodied soldiers and weapons. Although he understood the main priority of the mission, he'd be damned if he didn't try to at least bring back a few machine guns. A tank would be nice too. "When are we leaving?" he asked.

"I assume in the morning after a good night's rest," Avery piped in, resisting the urge to add that clearly this question had a logical answer. She then turned to face Praxis, unaware that her future teammate had raised his eyebrows in her direction when she asked, "How long will we have to complete the mission? As in, when will it be assumed that we are all dead? How long will you wait before we are determined unsuccessful?" Though she hadn't meant for it to sound harsh, it did. But Avery needed the timeframe so that she could begin planning things out in her head. Timing made a difference.

Loxar had fallen? And due to a spy? Nazeri was shocked, their camp had already had a spy once, a man named Ian, and everyone was forced to uproot and move locations several miles away on foot. Now there was a threat of a second spy? It could be anyone... She glanced at Avery and Lukas, sizing them up. Avery was intelligent to be sure, but didn't have the combative skill that other soldiers possessed. She wouldn't be suspected, but that could be a strength for the Regime. Then there was Lukas, and he definitely did not lack experience in combat. His role appeared to be the muscle of the group. What if he was the spy and decided to turn on everyone in the night? Nazeri was snapped out of her thoughts by a gentle shove from Ben. He was giving her a knowing look as though he knew exactly what she was thinking and didn't approve. She rolled her eyes at him and turned her attention back to Praxis.

"If I don't hear back from you by the next full moon, I'll assume you are all dead. It should take you about four days to a week to reach the capitol. From there I'm giving you two days to come up with a plan and do your research, then three days to execute it. Factoring in two more days for possible complications, that is about two weeks total. Our camp can't assume much longer. And Avery is correct. You will all meet up in front of the Marked Tree at Dawn and leave once you've all assembled." She clarified, folding her hands in front of her on her desk. "If there are no further questions, you are all dismissed.

"None from me," Lukas replied, glancing around at his new teammates, the girl with the short hair being the only one that he recognized. He'd never come across the other two before and he was in no hurry to become their friends at the moment--they'd have time for that on the train. Tonight, he would finish his homemade cigar and have a few drinks with some buddies before packing up his shit for the suicide mission. "Goodnight, everyone," he said to the group before heading out of the tent and towards his own.

Avery was still scribbling down the timeframe, making calculations in her own head for the allotted time given to them by Praxis. She supposed that two weeks made sense; just enough time to execute their mission and not enough time to leave the camp too vulnerable should some of them be caught and questioned. "No, ma'am," she replied as she snapped her notebook shut and glancing at the retreating figure of the tattooed man named Lukas, Avery turned her head to give a brief nod to the other two. "Goodnight," she said as well before making her way to the entrance of the tent.

Nazeri and Ben were not far behind Avery in leaving the tent. Ben set off towards the Medical tent. He figured he should treat as many patients as he could before he left and help out the other doctors. Nazeri was chattering away behind him.
"...and it could be anyone! She could be sending the spy along with us. Everyone knows Lukas has that shady past and-"
"Nazeri." Ben stopped abruptly and turned to face his sister, a serious expression on his face. She bumped into him and stumbled back, confused.
"What? You think I'm on to something?" She looked hopeful.
"No. I think you're wrong. But besides that, I could really use my space right now. Can you go train or do something else?" He didn't mean to sound annoyed, but somehow it came out that way. At this point, though, he couldn't bring himself to car. He had friends to see and patients to tend to and a need for privacy that couldn't be satisfied with his sister four paces behind him.
Nazeri pouted and crossed her arms. "Fine. I haven't exercised my bow in a while anyways." She grumbled, a little bitter. She understood that Ben had other friends and needed to be alone sometimes, but Nazeri wasn't like him. She didn't make friends around the camp. She had Ben and only Ben. She didn't need anyone else. She turned on her heel and stalked off towards the forest.

Ben sighed and continued on his way, entering the tent. He felt the letter Praxis had handed him in his pocket. He wondered what was written on it. A warning? Instructions? A personal letter? He wondered if Praxis already knew who the spy was or if there was one at all. He shook his head, needing to focus on the sick person in front of him. After treating everyone he could, Ben stayed up with some of his closer friends, who threw him a send off party. Everyone said they were sure he and the rest of the suicide squad would make it back just fine. Something in the tone of their voice still left an uneasiness in his stomach and Ben couldn't help but doubt. Surely they must all know that none of them would make it back alive.

Nazeri sat in a tree shooting arrows one after another, sinking arrows through one another. She was bored and anxious. She thought about Ian, the last spy that they knew infiltrated their camp. She had been close with him. Close enough to be dating him and believe she knew him as well as she knew herself. It had taken her completely by surprise when Praxis announced his secret agenda. She sank another arrow. She should have known. And if she never suspected him, how could anyone protect themselves against this other spy? She continued shooting arrows until her arms tired and she could see stars through the treetops. She thought about how she missed her brothers and how she didn't want to lose Ben. If she did, she didn't know if she'd have a reason to keep fighting.

-Next Day-

The next morning, Ben awoke surrounded by his snoring friends. They would all likely be hungover when they woke up and he would be gone. He glanced around his tent only to realize Nazeri wasn't there. She probably was asleep in some tree somewhere. He took his backpack and began loading medical supplies and then took another and loaded Nazeri's bows, a couple knives, and some food. He grabbed their filled water canteens and gave the slumbering refugees one last look before heading out.

Nazeri was dreaming the she and Ben were in the capitol, fighting off Regime soldiers left and right. At first it was a happy dream because the soldiers were falling and she and Ben had energy to spare. The others must have been fighting elsewhere or already dead. She was smiling, countering bullets with her knife. She heard Woodrow scream her name in horror. She turned, laughing, and felt excruciating pain in her back. A knife! Or possibly a bullet? She looked down to see nothing but blood. She called out for Ben but he couldn't hear her. He was still fighting. He didn't even see her fall to her knees. She kept screaming his name.
"BEN!" Nazeri jerked awake, nearly falling off the branch. She ended up dangling by a leg. She sighed in relief, easily climbing her way back down to the ground. She watched the sky. It was almost daybreak. Forgetting her nightmare, she rushed over to the meeting point.

Avery hadn't been able to sleep well last night, partially due to the ruckus that was being caused among the refugees from their impending departure and partially due to her brain's inability to shut up. She had tried to read an old history book that she had been able to pilfer some years ago and had woken up hours later with it still open and sprawled across her chest. Now, with a thermos of strong coffee and her huge backpack on her thin shoulders, she greeted Woodrow and waited for the rest to show up.

***

Although Lukas was somewhat hungover, it didn't show. He had had his fair share of experience with shrugging off the unpleasant morning after effects of booze and while he was out of practice, he was not completely vulnerable to its vices. He spotted two of his teammates up ahead with Woodrow and was rounding the corner of the unpaved road when he bumped into the girl who's face he recognized. "Morning," he greeted her in a somewhat gruff and sleep laced voice before continuing his trudge towards the suicide squad.

Woodrow was already at the meeting point when everyone arrived. He stood in the middle of the road, holding the map that Praxis had handed him just yesterday. Avery was next , shortly followed by Ben. Lukas and Nazeri arrived around the same time. Woodrow nodded at the group.
"Let's move out." His voice was gruff and tired. He was a man in his mid to late thirties. He stood tall at about 6'4" and had a muscular frame. His face was solemn and sculpted, his thin lips in a permanent frown. His hair was almost black with strands of gray glinting in the light every now then.

Ben glanced around at his team mates. So far, everyone had been silent. Ben was tired as well, though he wanted to reach out to his team mates. After all, they would be expected to trust one another with their lives. He put on a smile and turned to the girl, Avery, hoping to establish some sort of camaraderie.
"So um, Ms. Daniels, right? I'm Ben. I work as a medic. And the short, mean looking one is my sister, Nazeri. She isn't so bad when you get to know her though and brilliant with a bow." He smiled, trying to make conversation. "Uh, I haven't really seen you around camp much. How long have you been here?"

Nazeri mumbled a "good morning" to Lukas after they bumped in to one another. She wasn't really in the mood for talking this early in the morning. Apparently her brother was. She frowned at him and rolled her eyes when he started to talk, then attempted to jab his arm for the "short" comment.

Turning to face Ben, Avery studied his handsome face with shrewd brown eyes and stretching out her hand to shake his, she replied, "Yes, that's correct. Of course you can call me Avery. Or just Daniels if you prefer," she said to him. "You are a combat medic, Ben, or just a medic?" she asked him, arching a dark brow inquisitively, her hand reaching back down to pluck out her small notebook that held all of her mind's thoughts--the muggle version of a pensieve, you could call it--though she really didn't mean to be quite so scientifically analytical about their conversation. "I've been a part of Willow Glen for a little over two years. Yourself?" Turning to face Nazeri then, Avery gave the sister a curt nod. "Good with a bow seems like the reason you were chosen," she concurred, jotting down a note, oblivious to the glare she received as a consequence.

Lukas chortled at the scene before him and thought to himself that this would possibly be the longest trip of his hard life. The girls were both social rejects and the guy, well... he seemed cool. Hopefully he enjoyed whiskey, but something about the straight posture of his back told him that Ben put work first. Which he supposed was a good thing since the man was some kind of doctor. "Woodrow," he called out, getting the leader's attention. "We bouncing?" he asked genially, stepping past Nazeri to stand by the tall, slightly older man.

"Uh..." Ben found Avery... rather inquisitive. He had only meant to start a harmless conversation, though now it appeared more like an interview. He was a bit taken back, but reasoned that he should continue with the conversation he started anyways. "Right. Daniels then." He offered a smile. "I guess you could say I'm both, though really I just go where I'm needed. More often than not that lands me on the battlefield treating the wounded." He shrugged, glancing over at Nazeri, who didn't seem too fond of sharing their personal details with Avery. He mouthed lighten up to her. "Actually, me and Nazeri have been at Willow Glen for about six years now. We came over from Rose Hill after it was attacked." He recalled the instance so well because that was when both of their brothers died in the fight. Nazeri seemed to walk faster, catching up with Lukas and Woodrow. "Yeah more like they couldn't separate her from me." He mumbled to himself, but spoke up to properly answer her question. "That and probably because she's very stealthy. She's small, but strong, and quick on her feet." He nodded. "Me likely for my medical expertise. What about you? You seem like the smart one on the team." He implied, nodding to her notebook. "What's all that for?"

Woodrow turned to see Lukas come up beside him. He nodded in response. "Good morning, Lukas Brazti." He greeted warmly. Woodrow always made it a point to address people by their first and last names, though no one was sure why. "Yes, we'll make camp once we reach the River and from there, it shouldn't be too far until we reach the town we're headed to. We have some contacts there that should be able to get us some food and supplies. Praxis tells me they might even have some information on the capitol, but it's not confirmed." He shrugged.

Nazeri caught up to Lukas and Woodrow. The older man greeted her. He didn't know too much about these kids except general things like what they were good at. He wondered if somehow they would work well as a team. Nazeri Cardenas seemed like she had no interest in getting to know the others, which wasn't good. At least Ben Cardenas was trying to get to know his team mates. He could probably talk his sister into cooperating if he had to. As was Avery Daniels, in her own way. Lukas seemed friendly enough, which meant he could work with everyone as well.