Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-4211788-20140912075843/@comment-5142578-20160405141837

Crystaline could tell instantly that everything was not right the moment she stepped out of the submarine. She could feel the panic and uneasyness in the air, and there were fewer people around than normal. She could only assume many of the tribe's warriors left to join the fight. Not entirely sure where to go or what to do to help, she decided to stay near the Otter in case she needed any assistance, but not so close as to get in the way. Then again, she wasn't entirely sure how a virtually blind young girl like herself could help out.

The beautiful night did nothing to hide or diminish the reality of the situation. As Frost got out of the submarine and leaned against a nearby wall to keep an eye out for potential dangers, he could see the trash littering the streets. Noticing the Luft-Tribu robots were not picking the trash up as they're programed to do, Frost could only guess that they were probably reprogramed to serve a more defensive role. Most likely as sentries. The few civilians that were around were uneasy, and seeing an armed group of warriors and a soldier come out of a submarine didn't make anything better. The wolf couldn't help but be reminded of home, seeing the panic and unrest. Coming from a world that ended up engulfed in a terrible war, Frost was all too familiar with the sense of dread that shrouded the tribe.