2020 04 24

Fri Apr 24 12:19:40 2020 Sioux Sector, Elo Farmstead, Wednesday April 22 2080 Kika Elo, the former runner known as Weeko, stands before two of her children. "The went /where/?", she asks the two elfs, who, compared to their ork mother looking quite fragile. The girl, the older of the two, looked up to her mother, "They have gone to the Djotto Serri.", she then says. "Said something about having to help the ork nation to prosper." The adept womans fists crackle with magic as she seems quite enraged with those words, "And when did you intend to tell me?", she then asks in a dangerously calm voice that made the two, about ten year old kids even more bothered than the rage before. "Uh… we wanted to, but … they had tricked us into promising not to tell anyone. We thought it was something else, like them wanting to play a prank on someone…" The middle aged ork grunted at those words, "And you felt compelled to keep your word after /you/ had been tricked into it? I really thought I taught you better than that.", she calls out angrily. "Oh, fuck it… the milk is spilled… You two head to your rooms and if I, or Rosie at that, see you outside of it before next week, then you are in /serious/ troubles." She turns and heads out of the room. She is quite busy for the rest of the day to trace her missing childrens path. Sioux Sector, Elo Farmstead, Thursday April 23 2080 "Rosie, I have to do this, there is no more trying to talk me out of this. These are my kids and I will make sure they get back savely. After getting themselves mixed up in a fucking war…" Weeko frowns and fixes the last buckles and fixings on her security armor, checking her gear, some of which she had to dust off and some even fix, after almost a decade of disuse. Then, finally satisfied with her equipment, and inwardly wondering a bit how her suit still fit her so well, she had been afraid it might have gotten a bit tight, but no, still a good fit. She entered her Harley outside, and with Rusty II., her german shepperd dog on the backseat, she drove off down the road. The older ork woman, Rosie, serving her as household aide, was looking after her mistress with a worried look on her face.