"Remember me and smile, for it's better to forget than to remember me and cry.?"
―"Dr. Seuss
Mach tugged and pulled on the uniform as he could, straightening it this way and that trying to get it to hang properly upon his frame. It wasn't as easy a prospect as it sounded since he'd gained a bit of muscle since the last time he'd been home as well as the fact that he'd had two hands that last time too. It seemed like he might need a bit more work before he was fully functional with just one hand though honestly he sort of hoped he'd not remain in such a state of things for too much longer. He did have a little temporary prosthetic gift from Ammy but yeah....for what was being aimed for the less capable he was the better. That and the thing did seem to have a mind of it's own which he really wasn't needing to try and deal with at this time! A few last tugs were issued to his decorative hunters mantel, a little niggling with his ribbon board, and finally he'd don a matching military beret before checking himself in the full body mirror. The schmooze cut a handsome figure, even with that bandaging over the right side of his face or the pinned up and closed right sleeve. The man would have preened himself at this point but there was nothing to be done about that haggard fatigue that wore on his friendly mask that dulled the usual glimmer in his cobalt gaze.
Such may have been the reason why he hadn't really made any calls for people to come see him off, or to inform such of his departure period. No, other than those few that actually caught him that day prior anyone that needed or deserved more than a simple text stating 'discharging home for ass chew/debrief/new bits, no longer in hospital, can buy me a drink later ;P" would be getting a letter in a few days. Perhaps it was a dickey move on his part but after a few conversations he'd had the man was convinced that this was the best way so as not to draw a crowd or have to answer too many uncomfortable questions. Moving back to the gurney that had been his home the past few weeks he let his hands trace out over the sheets, smoothing them over one last time before moving on to take a final inventory of those gifts of well wishes he'd amassed during his hospitalization. The schmooze couldn't help but smile as he touched each of the items arranged in a couple of baskets for pickup later, a scruffy pet given to the giant teddy before he stole his phone for the final time from the charger in its lap. Stopping before the window his gaze rolled out over the chaotic and anachronistic landscape that was Rhy'Din, soaking it in during that predawn glow.
And there he would remain until there was an ever so slight rap upon the door which brought the man's thoughts back to the here and now. Wordless he turned about, catching a simple cane from off the bed rail as he passed at an ambling pace which carried him to and through the drawn curtain of that second bed in the room. He'd pause a moment as he looked down at the figure that slumbered within, cane tucked aside so as he could check over the arrangement one last time of the bedside table he'd set and organized. A few last fiddling nudges here and there, dawdling in nature before he lifted rough fingers to trace a gentle caress upon caramel features as he leaned down to steal a ghostly kiss from the woman. Mach wasn't concerned that he'd wake Lauren, not with the sedative she was so happeningly slipped the night before to help her 'accidentally' miss his departure. Letting his lips linger for a moment or two he finally lifted away, his hand drawing back to his cane. "Goodbye Lauren." Barely a whisper spoken before the man retreated from the cordon of curtains, shuffling pace taken up once more carrying him to and through the door without a look back.
The hallway was stark in its brightness compared to the room, jarring even with hard, sterile whites broken up by the wall of brown and "camouflage" that awaited him. In the middle was Captain Albright who stood somberly in a brown dress uniform much like Mach's but lacking many of the colorful combat awards that adorned the hunters and his epaulettes unhindered by any sort of mantle. Next to the commissioned officer was a familiar stout red head in a service uniform, a threadbare smile offered from the woman earned one back for Warrent Officer Hardings. And rounding out the detail was a pair of enlistees dressed in universal camo fatigues decked out with light tactical kits marked with the military police logo; each of the soldiers armed with an assault rifle and a dour expression that didn't lighten any under the schmooze's smile. If anything such seemed to trigger one of the humorless fellows to fish a set of manacles out from a utility pouch.
"Oh come on' really' You think I'm going to hobble my ass away in some daring do escape?"
The man lifted a tired, brown eyed gaze to the officer. "I'm sorry sir, this is per protocol."
A tired Morgan moved to try and intercede. "Sergeant, I think we can bend the rules on this given the fact that-"
"This isn't something that is decided by hunter office personal sir, this is a mandate for prisoners by the disciplinary board to be carried out by the military police." The sergeant cut short that argument with swift stonewalling which drew a bristling glare from the older officer. Hardings, in very diplomatic fashion, kept out of the butting heads though she did give the restraints a distasteful look.
"This man did good work and is injured, he deserves better than to be made a spectacle of!"
"Sir, I understand where you're coming from but-"
"You don't understand a thing, certainly not enough to but me and-"
"Gentleman, gentleman, this isn't resolving anything. In fact all we're doing is raising a spectacle here and now." Hardings finally cut in in a very foreign affairs manner. She move to get between the two while seeming differential to them both. It was an impressive sight to behold, a woman that could have probably broken the both of them at the same time, trying to seem small and demure and totally not telling either what to do.
"Thank you ma"am. Now, Mr. Turner, if you would present-"
"I said-" "Now hold on-"
"Sergeant! Officers!" A new voice carried from down the hall garnering more than a few angry glares from the clinical staff at the newcomer to the fray. Mach cast a weary look to the man who looked like he'd just stepped away from physical training with his dirty combat boots, battle fatigues, and dirty white undershirt; a gruff and sour look smeared across broad, macho features. It took a moment for the schmooze to recognize the fellow and when remembrance finally floated to the surface, well, he may have groaned internally. Of course the last time he'd really dealt with Staff Sergeant Timmy, er, no, S.Sgt Mallen" well, he was sort of breaking the man's fingers!
The senior military policeman came to a stop before the group, form lifting into a sharp salute which was returned with diminishing crispness the higher the rank. Mach, for his part, didn't even try. Instead, he just offered an upnod to the fellow as he was sure where this was leading" "Alright Glen, put away the fetters. No need to escort this one out in chains now." " and that was not the way he had figured! The schmooze would have given the usually tight ass jerk a double take if such wouldn't have been considered extremely rude to do to someone offering you a hand to shake, and the correct one to boot! The two MP's sort of looked at each other doubtfully, the solidity of their rightness suddenly thrown out the window with the word from their superior while Hardings looked about as lost as Mach felt while he took that offered hand dumbly for a firm and vigorous shake. It would take a couple of pumps before the hunter registered a soft bite into his fingers, cobalt gaze dropping to note the simple titanium band with tiny diamond mount that wrapped about the fellows ring finger" and suddenly things started to click. The prick was married....and not to a Tangian it seemed as wedding bands were a decidedly Earth realm custom. Huh, fascinating that. The man was the definition of a racist, xenophobic, arcanaphobic authoritarian crazed butt munch but then that didn't exactly preclude one from the inklings of love and it wasn't like there weren't normies to be found in Rhy"Din" even if they did happen to be in the minority. Finally releasing the hunters hand the soldier offered a tinted hint of a grin. "Just wanted to say fine work you did with that cult Lieutenant."
And any touch of newfound like for this guy was dashed once more at the implications of those words. "Yes, explosions and murder for all?" A drab drawl from the hunter as he all but rolled his eyes. Of course he knew the sentiment; it was the sort of treatment that the schmooze was used to from back home after all - folks who generally hated him for what he was suddenly friendly for a bit when he stopped an even nastier threat to them and theirs. And what more it was usually only temporary at best and seemed to encourage folks to speak up on their inappropriate viciousness and bigotry.
"A tactical response I'd say."
"Nevermind the getting kidnapped and tortured bit." That had the staff sergeant going silent, sullen even which had the schmooze backtracking. He really didn't need to piss off the guy that was getting him out of handcuffs and hobblers after all. "Er...well, yeah. I just did what I had to....keep the peace, yeah?"
This seemed to mollify the man, teeth showing maliciously in a dirty grin. "I wouldn't particularly say what you did was keeping the peace but even I can see the net good what you did will do....this time."
Mach just rolled his eye at this internally as a grumble rouse of sound drew the two men's attention back to the leading officer, time worn features weary. "Yes, well, if there's no more objection...?"
This brought Mach's attention back to the two MP's that sort of shuffled about, very uncertain about things now. "But sir, he's under detainment until-"
"Boy, have you been in Rhy'Din long?"
This had the young man casting a dubious look to the bigot. "N-No sir, I came in with the detail for-"
"Then shut up and listen to my direction." It was almost refreshing to see the man's terse manners directed at someone else....almost. Mach still found the fellow to be a giant douche. "This guy has made a lot of scary and powerful friends in his short time here. We drag him out in cuffs-"
"And it'll be a spectacle." Hardings spoke in a grave manner with just a touch of pride to see her point being vindicated....if only by someone else.
Mallen nodded. "Yes, which is what we don't need. Some folks might get the wrong idea or might get it in their head to try and rescue Mach or stop us from taking him. And we don't need any of that. Anyway, you're not going to run, right?" A sharp look was cast at the schmooze now which prompted him to raise his hands in a look of innocence.
"On my honor." And this drew a derisive snort from the fellow. Seemed he'd found the roof those those temporary well wishes. Adjusting that cane to hand once more the hunter offered a look to the detail as they silently looked amongst each other until finally one of the MP's finally gave in and set to motion down the hall prompting the captain and warrant officer to fall in step. With a sigh Mach set to follow after though paused as the staff sergeant snapped another salute.
"I hope you beat this Lt. Turner."
"Just so long as I don't return, yeah?" His wry smile only grew as the man just remained at attention while practicing a very strict form of selective hearing or prompt muteness. It was cute in a jerk sort of fashion and prompted the schmooze to lean that cane against his thigh so he could give a proper salute in return. "You take care of you and yours staff sergeant. Hold down the post." A solemn nod was exchanged before Mach snatched his cane and proceeded after the entourage.
Silence was the name of the game as they boarded the elevator down to the ground floor and filed out of the hospitals main entrance garnering more than a few odd passing glances. Stepping through those outer doors the hunter flinched lightly at the crisp bite of the chilly February pre-dawn air. Air that stuck to the lungs, that hinted at the ocean and the earth and the wild dance of magic mixed with the grit of industrialism and the ozone of the electric world. It was a smell uniquely Rhy'din, of a melting pot spanning the multiverses. The man breathed it in, tasted it before a billow of steam rolled from him, dissipating to mist as tired blue gaze watched the sight with mild interest.
Piling into the SUV that was retrieved from the parking structure the group drove in silence for the Docks district. Each individual seemed lost to their thoughts or perhaps were just giving the schmooze quiet time to his as he just watched the landscape flow on by. The scenery shifted along as it passed, places that were foreign and familiar alike zipping on by as the vehicle wound it's way through the narrow roads and boulevards to the train station which connected this odd world to that of his birth. The thoughts that played in the man's mind where shallow, vapid at best " little more than means of distraction. He didn't want to think about what was happening, didn't want to give voice to those darker threads of logic for fear of what emotions they may bring to heed.
Coasting along the road that ran parallel to the piers the man looked out over the lazy ebb of the waters that were already coming to life with the rays of sunlight cresting the horizon, sparkling like champagne sipped around a sprightly bonfire. The torrent of little water bound starts shimmer ever closer to the coast while the sky molted through a rainbow of plums and bruised purples, fading to lighter and lighter shades until the first rays of day shone forth like a beacon, splashing over the sleepy landscape. It was a sight to behold, a sunrise like any other but somehow so very different today. The hunter enjoyed the majestic splendor, a touch of a warm smile blooming on rugged features before it was extinguished by the soft pull of inertia as the vehicle pulled into a parking space.
Shuffling out of the vehicle the group proceeded solemnly up the steps of the train station, passing through the gates and the ticket takers until finally they found themselves on that lonely platform. The transport to Tanga wasn't a busy one in the least, mostly ferrying supplies and commercial trade back and forth between the two worlds on a clockwork schedule before and after the more productive train traffic. Crossing the platform to the waiting train the group filed into the lone passenger cart one at a time, the officers filing in first leaving Mach standing at the precipice between that which was Rhy'Din...and that which was Tang. He looked at the small gap between the train step and the platform, the distance small and yet almost insurmountable. He didn't want to go. He didn't want to leave. He was making something for himself here with the people he had come to become friends with, whom he was learning to love and rely upon. He'd only been here a year damn it! But....a tick of blues caught sight of the officers before him and a turn found the soldiers behind him and in that moment he was once again reminded that truly, he had no choice in this. There was only one path forward, and he couldn't help but feel that it was straight to the slaughter. But then, when else hadn't it been"
The thought drew a dry smirk from the man as he shook the thoughts from his mind, form turning to look one last time at the city he had started to call home. "Goodbye Rhy'Din.? A soft whisper of a farewell, lost to the gentle sea breeze, and the hunter that was Lt. Elitia 'Mach' Turner took that step, crossing the threshold of the train and left the world of Rhy'Din.
Mach tugged and pulled on the uniform as he could, straightening it this way and that trying to get it to hang properly upon his frame. It wasn't as easy a prospect as it sounded since he'd gained a bit of muscle since the last time he'd been home as well as the fact that he'd had two hands that last time too. It seemed like he might need a bit more work before he was fully functional with just one hand though honestly he sort of hoped he'd not remain in such a state of things for too much longer. He did have a little temporary prosthetic gift from Ammy but yeah....for what was being aimed for the less capable he was the better. That and the thing did seem to have a mind of it's own which he really wasn't needing to try and deal with at this time! A few last tugs were issued to his decorative hunters mantel, a little niggling with his ribbon board, and finally he'd don a matching military beret before checking himself in the full body mirror. The schmooze cut a handsome figure, even with that bandaging over the right side of his face or the pinned up and closed right sleeve. The man would have preened himself at this point but there was nothing to be done about that haggard fatigue that wore on his friendly mask that dulled the usual glimmer in his cobalt gaze.
Such may have been the reason why he hadn't really made any calls for people to come see him off, or to inform such of his departure period. No, other than those few that actually caught him that day prior anyone that needed or deserved more than a simple text stating 'discharging home for ass chew/debrief/new bits, no longer in hospital, can buy me a drink later ;P" would be getting a letter in a few days. Perhaps it was a dickey move on his part but after a few conversations he'd had the man was convinced that this was the best way so as not to draw a crowd or have to answer too many uncomfortable questions. Moving back to the gurney that had been his home the past few weeks he let his hands trace out over the sheets, smoothing them over one last time before moving on to take a final inventory of those gifts of well wishes he'd amassed during his hospitalization. The schmooze couldn't help but smile as he touched each of the items arranged in a couple of baskets for pickup later, a scruffy pet given to the giant teddy before he stole his phone for the final time from the charger in its lap. Stopping before the window his gaze rolled out over the chaotic and anachronistic landscape that was Rhy'Din, soaking it in during that predawn glow.
And there he would remain until there was an ever so slight rap upon the door which brought the man's thoughts back to the here and now. Wordless he turned about, catching a simple cane from off the bed rail as he passed at an ambling pace which carried him to and through the drawn curtain of that second bed in the room. He'd pause a moment as he looked down at the figure that slumbered within, cane tucked aside so as he could check over the arrangement one last time of the bedside table he'd set and organized. A few last fiddling nudges here and there, dawdling in nature before he lifted rough fingers to trace a gentle caress upon caramel features as he leaned down to steal a ghostly kiss from the woman. Mach wasn't concerned that he'd wake Lauren, not with the sedative she was so happeningly slipped the night before to help her 'accidentally' miss his departure. Letting his lips linger for a moment or two he finally lifted away, his hand drawing back to his cane. "Goodbye Lauren." Barely a whisper spoken before the man retreated from the cordon of curtains, shuffling pace taken up once more carrying him to and through the door without a look back.
The hallway was stark in its brightness compared to the room, jarring even with hard, sterile whites broken up by the wall of brown and "camouflage" that awaited him. In the middle was Captain Albright who stood somberly in a brown dress uniform much like Mach's but lacking many of the colorful combat awards that adorned the hunters and his epaulettes unhindered by any sort of mantle. Next to the commissioned officer was a familiar stout red head in a service uniform, a threadbare smile offered from the woman earned one back for Warrent Officer Hardings. And rounding out the detail was a pair of enlistees dressed in universal camo fatigues decked out with light tactical kits marked with the military police logo; each of the soldiers armed with an assault rifle and a dour expression that didn't lighten any under the schmooze's smile. If anything such seemed to trigger one of the humorless fellows to fish a set of manacles out from a utility pouch.
"Oh come on' really' You think I'm going to hobble my ass away in some daring do escape?"
The man lifted a tired, brown eyed gaze to the officer. "I'm sorry sir, this is per protocol."
A tired Morgan moved to try and intercede. "Sergeant, I think we can bend the rules on this given the fact that-"
"This isn't something that is decided by hunter office personal sir, this is a mandate for prisoners by the disciplinary board to be carried out by the military police." The sergeant cut short that argument with swift stonewalling which drew a bristling glare from the older officer. Hardings, in very diplomatic fashion, kept out of the butting heads though she did give the restraints a distasteful look.
"This man did good work and is injured, he deserves better than to be made a spectacle of!"
"Sir, I understand where you're coming from but-"
"You don't understand a thing, certainly not enough to but me and-"
"Gentleman, gentleman, this isn't resolving anything. In fact all we're doing is raising a spectacle here and now." Hardings finally cut in in a very foreign affairs manner. She move to get between the two while seeming differential to them both. It was an impressive sight to behold, a woman that could have probably broken the both of them at the same time, trying to seem small and demure and totally not telling either what to do.
"Thank you ma"am. Now, Mr. Turner, if you would present-"
"I said-" "Now hold on-"
"Sergeant! Officers!" A new voice carried from down the hall garnering more than a few angry glares from the clinical staff at the newcomer to the fray. Mach cast a weary look to the man who looked like he'd just stepped away from physical training with his dirty combat boots, battle fatigues, and dirty white undershirt; a gruff and sour look smeared across broad, macho features. It took a moment for the schmooze to recognize the fellow and when remembrance finally floated to the surface, well, he may have groaned internally. Of course the last time he'd really dealt with Staff Sergeant Timmy, er, no, S.Sgt Mallen" well, he was sort of breaking the man's fingers!
The senior military policeman came to a stop before the group, form lifting into a sharp salute which was returned with diminishing crispness the higher the rank. Mach, for his part, didn't even try. Instead, he just offered an upnod to the fellow as he was sure where this was leading" "Alright Glen, put away the fetters. No need to escort this one out in chains now." " and that was not the way he had figured! The schmooze would have given the usually tight ass jerk a double take if such wouldn't have been considered extremely rude to do to someone offering you a hand to shake, and the correct one to boot! The two MP's sort of looked at each other doubtfully, the solidity of their rightness suddenly thrown out the window with the word from their superior while Hardings looked about as lost as Mach felt while he took that offered hand dumbly for a firm and vigorous shake. It would take a couple of pumps before the hunter registered a soft bite into his fingers, cobalt gaze dropping to note the simple titanium band with tiny diamond mount that wrapped about the fellows ring finger" and suddenly things started to click. The prick was married....and not to a Tangian it seemed as wedding bands were a decidedly Earth realm custom. Huh, fascinating that. The man was the definition of a racist, xenophobic, arcanaphobic authoritarian crazed butt munch but then that didn't exactly preclude one from the inklings of love and it wasn't like there weren't normies to be found in Rhy"Din" even if they did happen to be in the minority. Finally releasing the hunters hand the soldier offered a tinted hint of a grin. "Just wanted to say fine work you did with that cult Lieutenant."
And any touch of newfound like for this guy was dashed once more at the implications of those words. "Yes, explosions and murder for all?" A drab drawl from the hunter as he all but rolled his eyes. Of course he knew the sentiment; it was the sort of treatment that the schmooze was used to from back home after all - folks who generally hated him for what he was suddenly friendly for a bit when he stopped an even nastier threat to them and theirs. And what more it was usually only temporary at best and seemed to encourage folks to speak up on their inappropriate viciousness and bigotry.
"A tactical response I'd say."
"Nevermind the getting kidnapped and tortured bit." That had the staff sergeant going silent, sullen even which had the schmooze backtracking. He really didn't need to piss off the guy that was getting him out of handcuffs and hobblers after all. "Er...well, yeah. I just did what I had to....keep the peace, yeah?"
This seemed to mollify the man, teeth showing maliciously in a dirty grin. "I wouldn't particularly say what you did was keeping the peace but even I can see the net good what you did will do....this time."
Mach just rolled his eye at this internally as a grumble rouse of sound drew the two men's attention back to the leading officer, time worn features weary. "Yes, well, if there's no more objection...?"
This brought Mach's attention back to the two MP's that sort of shuffled about, very uncertain about things now. "But sir, he's under detainment until-"
"Boy, have you been in Rhy'Din long?"
This had the young man casting a dubious look to the bigot. "N-No sir, I came in with the detail for-"
"Then shut up and listen to my direction." It was almost refreshing to see the man's terse manners directed at someone else....almost. Mach still found the fellow to be a giant douche. "This guy has made a lot of scary and powerful friends in his short time here. We drag him out in cuffs-"
"And it'll be a spectacle." Hardings spoke in a grave manner with just a touch of pride to see her point being vindicated....if only by someone else.
Mallen nodded. "Yes, which is what we don't need. Some folks might get the wrong idea or might get it in their head to try and rescue Mach or stop us from taking him. And we don't need any of that. Anyway, you're not going to run, right?" A sharp look was cast at the schmooze now which prompted him to raise his hands in a look of innocence.
"On my honor." And this drew a derisive snort from the fellow. Seemed he'd found the roof those those temporary well wishes. Adjusting that cane to hand once more the hunter offered a look to the detail as they silently looked amongst each other until finally one of the MP's finally gave in and set to motion down the hall prompting the captain and warrant officer to fall in step. With a sigh Mach set to follow after though paused as the staff sergeant snapped another salute.
"I hope you beat this Lt. Turner."
"Just so long as I don't return, yeah?" His wry smile only grew as the man just remained at attention while practicing a very strict form of selective hearing or prompt muteness. It was cute in a jerk sort of fashion and prompted the schmooze to lean that cane against his thigh so he could give a proper salute in return. "You take care of you and yours staff sergeant. Hold down the post." A solemn nod was exchanged before Mach snatched his cane and proceeded after the entourage.
Silence was the name of the game as they boarded the elevator down to the ground floor and filed out of the hospitals main entrance garnering more than a few odd passing glances. Stepping through those outer doors the hunter flinched lightly at the crisp bite of the chilly February pre-dawn air. Air that stuck to the lungs, that hinted at the ocean and the earth and the wild dance of magic mixed with the grit of industrialism and the ozone of the electric world. It was a smell uniquely Rhy'din, of a melting pot spanning the multiverses. The man breathed it in, tasted it before a billow of steam rolled from him, dissipating to mist as tired blue gaze watched the sight with mild interest.
Piling into the SUV that was retrieved from the parking structure the group drove in silence for the Docks district. Each individual seemed lost to their thoughts or perhaps were just giving the schmooze quiet time to his as he just watched the landscape flow on by. The scenery shifted along as it passed, places that were foreign and familiar alike zipping on by as the vehicle wound it's way through the narrow roads and boulevards to the train station which connected this odd world to that of his birth. The thoughts that played in the man's mind where shallow, vapid at best " little more than means of distraction. He didn't want to think about what was happening, didn't want to give voice to those darker threads of logic for fear of what emotions they may bring to heed.
Coasting along the road that ran parallel to the piers the man looked out over the lazy ebb of the waters that were already coming to life with the rays of sunlight cresting the horizon, sparkling like champagne sipped around a sprightly bonfire. The torrent of little water bound starts shimmer ever closer to the coast while the sky molted through a rainbow of plums and bruised purples, fading to lighter and lighter shades until the first rays of day shone forth like a beacon, splashing over the sleepy landscape. It was a sight to behold, a sunrise like any other but somehow so very different today. The hunter enjoyed the majestic splendor, a touch of a warm smile blooming on rugged features before it was extinguished by the soft pull of inertia as the vehicle pulled into a parking space.
Shuffling out of the vehicle the group proceeded solemnly up the steps of the train station, passing through the gates and the ticket takers until finally they found themselves on that lonely platform. The transport to Tanga wasn't a busy one in the least, mostly ferrying supplies and commercial trade back and forth between the two worlds on a clockwork schedule before and after the more productive train traffic. Crossing the platform to the waiting train the group filed into the lone passenger cart one at a time, the officers filing in first leaving Mach standing at the precipice between that which was Rhy'Din...and that which was Tang. He looked at the small gap between the train step and the platform, the distance small and yet almost insurmountable. He didn't want to go. He didn't want to leave. He was making something for himself here with the people he had come to become friends with, whom he was learning to love and rely upon. He'd only been here a year damn it! But....a tick of blues caught sight of the officers before him and a turn found the soldiers behind him and in that moment he was once again reminded that truly, he had no choice in this. There was only one path forward, and he couldn't help but feel that it was straight to the slaughter. But then, when else hadn't it been"
The thought drew a dry smirk from the man as he shook the thoughts from his mind, form turning to look one last time at the city he had started to call home. "Goodbye Rhy'Din.? A soft whisper of a farewell, lost to the gentle sea breeze, and the hunter that was Lt. Elitia 'Mach' Turner took that step, crossing the threshold of the train and left the world of Rhy'Din.