The Commoners of the Round Table [Roskana-Marrlan History]

[Artsy Astra]

South Kana, Vast Slope Mountain Border Outskirts, Monsville, Stay 4th, 1900

A pleasant gust of wind crossed a field tussling the crops that called it home. A mountain peak in the distance. A beautiful day seemed to be abound, with the breathtaking mountain scenery. The scenic view of the area betrayed the nature of the land brothers and sisters fought to depose a tyrant long over due, and while this land was for now untouched, it would no doubt be stained with blood soon.

A young Shazzak woman, no older than 18, would hurriedly stride into view a large case in her arms. Her goal to deliver the case to a shed not a dozen more paces from her. Its cargo a lucky boon, the first of a new weapon to arm the resistance. As she reached the shed and rapped on it 4 times with her knuckle, waiting for a response.

[VoxApocrypha]

Some few seconds would pass, and a quiet shuffling sound was heard from within as someone rose from a creaky seat and came to the door.
Then a latch would be thrown and it'd swing open, a pink-furred hand pulling the door open to let the younger Shazzak come inside the shed.
"Don't stand there looking lost, get inside."

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She would quickly enter almost clipping the case on the door frame. She looked a bit skittish but no worse for wear. "Is everyone here already?" She asked expectantly.

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The small Karrashi man would gesture down towards the entrance to a underground cellar at the other side of the shack.
"Benefactor should be down there too. I haven't seen them but.. heard by the grape vine." he would tell her. "Get going."
The door is closed, and relatched.

[Artsy Astra]

She nodded, mumbling a thanks under her breath as she walked to the cellar door. She carefully opened it and made her way inside taking in the inside of the cellar.

[VoxApocrypha]

The cellar was really more a general term for a tunnel, running in a zig-zag from one end to the other, spanning around 50 meters. It was dark, and it was cold, but it was out of view, and quiet.
Or it was, until she got further down and past the 'baffles', a set of wooden and cloth cases that would prevent the sound waves from getting far. She'd find herself past a set of bookcases, pillows, and neatly arranged wooden shelving, into a proper cellar under a decrypt and old house, with a few people inside.

It had a actual electric light in it too!
Just one over a table, the rest of the space lit with lanterns. Every wall had bookcases, each packed with books, not of any particular genre, fiction intermixed with historicals, smut, and even cookbooks - while providing a great source of entertainment for the people down there, these were there specifically to act as a dampener - to ensure no noise escaped the cellar. The people down there were a mix of men, women, and of various races. Karrashi mostly, but a few Festria, and then humans and a handful of Kithium, about twenty or so people over all.

Another room off to the side, held another table, with a karrashi woman wearing a large cloak over herself, and a couple others behind her, holding rifles with the stocks against the floor, as well wearing cloaks.
As the Shazzak came into the room, someone stood up and looked at her, holding a hand to stop her.
"You, stop." He said. "You the courier?"

[Artsy Astra]

She'd look abit startled before noding and hefting the case up slightly, "Yes, I have the first shipment." She'd continue, "I was also told to tell you there'd be more once the lanes became safer as well." She'd give a second quick glance around the room to try and identify anyone she might've known.

[VoxApocrypha]

"Mm." He'd take the case, and carry it to the table. A few of the others stand up, and make their way to the table. A moment later, so to does the pink-furred and blue eyed Karrashi woman wearing the cloak, who walks over and sees the Shazzak, stopping in her tracks. Their eyes lock with hers for a moment, though they turn their eyes away and back to the table.
She comes over to the case, and undoes the latches, before lifting it to see what's inside.

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The case would be filled with 8 pristine EAR-00's. The first of their kind, the stocks engraved with the designers names and a crab emblem. Micheal Foors, Bill Rolbeck, Daniel Hendrick, and Veronica McMears.

Their bayonets stored in the top of the case and 4 sets of clips for each laid neatly under their handguards. A note sat bare on the middle top rifle. "To the brave souls who are armed with these weapons borne of our efforts, may Shurpis bless you for the hardships you will endure and watch over you through each day. We haven't much to give eachother these days but small or simple things, but this gift will hopefully lead us to a time where that will not be the case." Again, the note was signed by the four designers.

The Shazzak woman looked inquisitively as the Karrashi woman inspected the case. 

[VoxApocrypha]

Reaching up and then pulling the hood back, pink hair flows out from it, a messy and frail bun falling away into tangled locks. They reach into the case, and lift the note, before she would set it gently aside, and pick up the first rifle, lifting it up and inspecting it, before then she'd set it down on its stock, and look it over from barrel to stock.

"Beautiful." They'd say. "Who brought this?" She asked, before the man behind her would push the Shazzak forward lightly with the butt of an older breach loader rifle, just pushing it lightly against her back to push her forwards, with the Karrashi turning to look at her. The cloak would be taken off and dropped on a chair, revealing the black uniform with golden stripes, though it had no medals or adornments, only a patch on their shoulder - 83rd Imperial Heavy Infantry.

[Artsy Astra]

Her eyes would grow wider at the sight of the Karrashi's uniform. Army sympathizers weren't unheard of but still surprising, and a pleasant one at that. The young woman would stand up abit straighter, and upon recognizing the officer's rank, stand at attention and speak up, "I did ma'am. Straight from the 'factory' itself on orders from 1st Lieutenant Bill Moore of 1st Battalion 4th Civis Guard Rifles Regiment." She continued, "Militiaman Grade 2, Linda Jelann." She'd snap a crisp salute after her short shpiel waiting for it to be returned.

[VoxApocrypha]

"Well met, trooper." She would say, and give her a salute in return. "I am, officially, Lieutenant Ordinal of the 83rd Imperial Heavies. But my name is Amelia." She would say. "General Amelia Karshkan of the Republican Army." She would walk over to her, and take her hand, giving it a shake.

"Tell Moore he has my thanks, and that of the free people of Roskana. As do you, for being brave enough to bring it here despite the danger." She would tell her, smiling softly.

[Artsy Astra]

"You're welcome ma'am, I'll carry your thanks back to him when I return." She'd say returning the smile and firm handshake. "I assume you'll be needing assistance training some men to use them, ma'am? If so I can assist I'm not aware if they put an operation manual in the case."