A Mentor of Old

[Miranda Frost]

"I'll provide the necessary air cover to your assault with the remaining air wings we have left. The contribution is negligible at the very worst, but I believe I may able to take out a few artillery pieces.", a quiet voice would make itself known, silencing the rambling of the three warlords. Miranda and the rest would turn their attention to the newcomer, an older woman sporting a tattered flight jacket blackened with various oil stains. This was the woman who supposedly plucked the dying Miranda from the hostile sun of the dunes and through her technology saved Frost. She never had the proper chance to thank the woman and it would seem she would not get that chance, not yet.  

 As quick as the woman had entered, she had already gone, her thin frame ducking through the tent's entrance, the light of the sun illuminated the jagged 'X' upon the back of her jacket. "X, huh?", Miranda would murmur, her attention caught by that single character emblazoned upon that woman's back. 

 "Pay attention, Lady Frost.", yet another voice would command, a gentle gloved hand landing upon her shoulder. She'd turn, her eyes looking into the dimly radiating azure eyes of the other newcomer. They had met only once prior, back in the damned city, but she had assumed he was just another spectator reveling in the blood sport. "My bets are on you two. Good luck.", he had said that day prior before vanishing into the crowds. 

 "I didn't expect you to be here...", Miranda's voice cracked, her mind still lingering upon the events after her meeting with this man.  The man merely smiled and tilted his wide brimmed hat over his face, casting a shadow upon his features. His other hand moved to to softly pat at the woman's other shoulder in reassurance. 

 "I've never been good at these kind of things. Let us return to the task at hand.", he'd state before turning towards the battle map of the city.  His hand glided over the aged paper, his finger gliding towards the center towards Monument Square. This section of the city  over looked the grand stadium and served as the council chamber of the city's ruling members as well as headquarters of the Black Knights, the executors of the councils will. "Taking the city is a challenge in of itself but that shouldn't be the goal here. With the plan as it stands now if you were to push all the way to the capital building, you would lose your momentum before you step foot in the council chamber."

 His eyes glanced over the warlords, his lips quivering solemnly. "Your normal warriors and soldiers can't hope to put up a fight against the remaining Black Knights but you four certainly can. Therefore, I suggest an alternative." A grin would stretch across the man's slender face. As if on cue men would enter the tent dragging behind them a trolley containing massive suits of silvered armor, each seemingly tailored specifically for Warden, Romarion, Bo, and Miranda.

 "We will drop in in specifically where we need you the most."