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Robbie said, looking at Zach for approval.
Zach nodded in agreement. “Alright, try to figure out what the ship is packing, but make sure to balance risk with reward. I don't want to lose most of our equipment in the initial stages of Lonesome Crow.”
“Huh?” Danny asked.
“Oh, right,” Zach said. “The operation to take the ship is called Lonesome Crow.”
“Any special meaning to that?” Blake inquired.
“First name to pop out of the random generator?”
Danny laughed. “Sounds about right.”
“We have the ship's schematics here if you need them,” Nora said. “Call for them, and we'll send them. They'll tell you everything you need, minus what's mounted on it as weaponry.”
“And how it behaves,” Robbie said. “That's probably the most important thing we're missing.”
“What's everyone else doing?” Danny questioned.
“Anna's organizing the rest of the battalion for the trip up, as planned,” Zach informed him. “This operation is squarely in our corner.”
“All the glory, all the blame?”
“All of it.”
Selene spoke up with a smile on her face. “That's the way we like it, though. Triumphant victory, or crushing defeat. There's nothing for us in between.”
“Who dares wins,” Blake commented.
Selene nodded. “And we'll win.”
They had a long way to go before they could grasp that win, though.
CHAPTER 6
Solitary
Alone.
That was how Nora was going to spend her day. Cut off from the outside world, from her friends, even from the virtual world. The only reason she would log on today was if there was a dire emergency around Lerna Bastion. Otherwise, she was content to stay offline.
Nora hadn't played her cello in almost a week, and it was high time she did so. Not only for practice, but to simply allow herself to experience the pure enjoyment of it all. Music had been her passion for most of her life, after all, and ignoring that passion stripped a part of her away. She needed to be able to play to feel whole.
And so she sat alone in her apartment, playing Bach on her cello, perfectly content to be away from it all.
Nora's mind wandered while she played. To her, being out in the real world completely alone seemed like a significant change of pace from the activity of the virtual world. Inside, it was impossible not to be social. There were too many things to be done that required multiple people, and lone wolves were extremely vulnerable to the harsh dangers of the world. Players had to band together in groups, and that lead to friendships, relationships and the like. It turned the virtual world into a busy, bustling place.
But was it really all that different from what she was doing now? If she was playing World at War she might perceive that she was being social, surrounded by hundreds of other players, but in the real world, her body would be sitting alone in her apartment, just like it was now.
Was it all one big grand illusion? Was the social network inside the virtual world a true community, or was it all just a facade, cooked up to imitate the real thing?
Nora thought about it some more as she continued to play. It might not matter, in the strictest sense, whether the community in the game was a facade or not. To her mind, it was real, and that should be enough for her. After all, she had come to the conclusion that everyone projected a little bit of their soul through their in game avatar. If they could reach out and touch that piece of another's soul, then that was good enough to build some form of community.
But that could lead to yet another problem. As loath as she was to admit it, Nora felt a bit isolated from the rest of her friends in Black Wolf. Being left behind in the south had left a bitter taste in her mouth.
She wasn't angry. She couldn't be, because Nora knew very well that it was the right decision. They couldn't risk their powered exoskeletons on a secondary front. But still, it felt like she had been left behind, abandoned while the
Zach nodded in agreement. “Alright, try to figure out what the ship is packing, but make sure to balance risk with reward. I don't want to lose most of our equipment in the initial stages of Lonesome Crow.”
“Huh?” Danny asked.
“Oh, right,” Zach said. “The operation to take the ship is called Lonesome Crow.”
“Any special meaning to that?” Blake inquired.
“First name to pop out of the random generator?”
Danny laughed. “Sounds about right.”
“We have the ship's schematics here if you need them,” Nora said. “Call for them, and we'll send them. They'll tell you everything you need, minus what's mounted on it as weaponry.”
“And how it behaves,” Robbie said. “That's probably the most important thing we're missing.”
“What's everyone else doing?” Danny questioned.
“Anna's organizing the rest of the battalion for the trip up, as planned,” Zach informed him. “This operation is squarely in our corner.”
“All the glory, all the blame?”
“All of it.”
Selene spoke up with a smile on her face. “That's the way we like it, though. Triumphant victory, or crushing defeat. There's nothing for us in between.”
“Who dares wins,” Blake commented.
Selene nodded. “And we'll win.”
They had a long way to go before they could grasp that win, though.
CHAPTER 6
Solitary
Alone.
That was how Nora was going to spend her day. Cut off from the outside world, from her friends, even from the virtual world. The only reason she would log on today was if there was a dire emergency around Lerna Bastion. Otherwise, she was content to stay offline.
Nora hadn't played her cello in almost a week, and it was high time she did so. Not only for practice, but to simply allow herself to experience the pure enjoyment of it all. Music had been her passion for most of her life, after all, and ignoring that passion stripped a part of her away. She needed to be able to play to feel whole.
And so she sat alone in her apartment, playing Bach on her cello, perfectly content to be away from it all.
Nora's mind wandered while she played. To her, being out in the real world completely alone seemed like a significant change of pace from the activity of the virtual world. Inside, it was impossible not to be social. There were too many things to be done that required multiple people, and lone wolves were extremely vulnerable to the harsh dangers of the world. Players had to band together in groups, and that lead to friendships, relationships and the like. It turned the virtual world into a busy, bustling place.
But was it really all that different from what she was doing now? If she was playing World at War she might perceive that she was being social, surrounded by hundreds of other players, but in the real world, her body would be sitting alone in her apartment, just like it was now.
Was it all one big grand illusion? Was the social network inside the virtual world a true community, or was it all just a facade, cooked up to imitate the real thing?
Nora thought about it some more as she continued to play. It might not matter, in the strictest sense, whether the community in the game was a facade or not. To her mind, it was real, and that should be enough for her. After all, she had come to the conclusion that everyone projected a little bit of their soul through their in game avatar. If they could reach out and touch that piece of another's soul, then that was good enough to build some form of community.
But that could lead to yet another problem. As loath as she was to admit it, Nora felt a bit isolated from the rest of her friends in Black Wolf. Being left behind in the south had left a bitter taste in her mouth.
She wasn't angry. She couldn't be, because Nora knew very well that it was the right decision. They couldn't risk their powered exoskeletons on a secondary front. But still, it felt like she had been left behind, abandoned while the
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