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One of the doors is fairly uninteresting. Rather futuristic and made of metal, slightly timeworn, but with no adornment.

On the other side? You'll find yourself standing in the woods on the side of a mountain. There's a dropoff nearby looking out over a lake, and a very narrow footworn path to one side. Something clearly used, but not often enough to make it very wide.

To ~~convince herself she wants to~~ escape Meluly's hundredth attempt to seduce her, Lafiel's decided to go wandering. When she opens the door, she finds herself in a pretty, ground world landscape.

She inhales the scent of pines.

It's quiet here. Peaceful. But the quiet seems... unnatural. Shouldn't there be birds?

It's like something's scared them to silence.

There's a tiny, tiny sound somewhere to the left as something moves. Not quite a twigsnap, but close.

Lafiel? You're being watched.

Samuel-034

A pair of green eyes peering out of the cover of the trees and brush. They belong to a young man (or is it a boy?) wearing olive drab, his face is smeared with mud. It's clearly not the Chief, besides being too young.

He does not move, though his eyes have widened just slightly now that he's been spotted.

Even before the young man moves, Lafiel is whirling towards him and dropping to a firing stance (the froce, the Abh inheritance warned her). Her hands go to her waist, drawing her klanyu...which isn't there.

There's a tense moment between her and the boy, who appears not to be any older than her...though Abh and humans age differently.

The boy stares for a moment, then his eyes flick off to something to the side. He moves his head a little bit from side to side, clearly communicating something to somebody.

Then, watching Lafiel again, he slowly stands up. He's quite tall, really.

"Are you authorized to be here?" he asks.

"Negative. I am deca-commander Abriel Ne Dobruscr Paryunu Lafiel of the Humankind Empire Abh space forces. I have been waylaid by unknown forces and found myself here. I request sanctuary." She says as she straightens up. Lafiel knows militaryese.

"Petty Officer Second Class SPARTAN-034," he replies, giving her his name. "Just 'Sam' works. I've sent someone to get the Chief. You can stay here until he gets here, just keep your hands where I can see 'em."

Damned if she can help but snoop.

Motoko stands over the mountain, surveying for a moment the sky and the clouds, framed in green. She lets her gaze wander through the trees before moving down the path at a leisurely pace. Well, let's see what this place has to offer.

The path leads down the mountain, one side sloping off rapidly. It's not well defined so you have to be a little careful.

There's the sound of shots being fired... but not real ones.

Paint rounds?

A girl comes skidding down the incline, she's firing back up at someone further up the hill and checking her slide, hitting a more level spot and running.

She hasn't seen Motoko.

Motoko follows the kid with her eyes, not moving or speaking, just watching the way the girl moves, then darting her gaze across to see where she's firing at. A training exercise? Kids always looked intense, but this one had had tutoring.

One shot hits the girl on the slope. Artfully placed a splash of red across her back right between the shoulder blades.

The girl breaks her run and rolls onto her back.

"DEAD!" she yells, folding her arms over her chest with the rifle in her hands.

She's out of the game.

But where did that shot come from...?

It was... peaceful in this place. Quiet. Samus crossed her arms, surveying the land for a few long moments.

It's very quiet. As if the wildlife's been frightened. It's peaceful, but also eerie.

There's the strangest sense that somebody's... here, though.

That someone is watching her.

Samus senses that. She turns her head, looking into the brush besides her. She thinks someone's there, but they aren't coming out. ~~Samus cheats and~~ On goes the helmet, on goes thermal vision. She sees you three kids waiting there.

They don't know she can see them. They're still, spread around Samus and surrounding her but clearly hesitating. She might notice that they've chosen positions where they can see each other and are exchanging quick glances. Tiny movements. A twitch of a finger, a slight tilt of a head.

They're "talking" about her.

Samus places a hand on her hip. She's waiting, very clearly looking at each of the three. While she admires their attempts at remaining stealthy, she wonders how long it will take for one of them to do something, though.

The kids are quiet still, but they seem to come to a decision.

A fourth that Samus may not have noticed juuuuust crosses her field of vision, bolting off into the trees. She's fast.

"Authorization?"

A voice.

One of them's coming out.

He's a serious-looking kid with dark hair. He's very wary, but clearly not carrying a real firearm while Samus is decked out in an unfamiliar suit of powered armor.

Kid's got guts.

The other two are waiting in the wings, coiled like springs.

Oh, damn. She missed one. Sad.

At least one's coming out now. He does have guts. Not that Samus would ever hurt any of them. She's got such a soft spot for kids, she can't even pretend that she's trying to scare them. However, she cannot control what they may assume she would do because of her armor.

"None," as an answer to his question. Sorry, is that a problem?