> The Taciturn Rookie floats between servers, following his comms unit as it directs him on data highways and copper alleys
> He arrives at a locked door
> Inputs the password given to him by the Boastful Skirmisher and the Sharp-eyed Falconer
> The lock turns green
> Unlatches
> And he finds himself in Process
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> The Taciturn Rookie checks the player list
> Five others on this server
> He calls out a tentative greeting
> The Boastful Skirmisher spots him
> Grins
> Runs up to him and presses a team tag into his hands
> Already chattering away at a mile a minute
> The Taciturn Rookie struggles to get a single word in
> 'Well you see, no one really wears the tag anyway, but it's good practice to have it on you for matches so the demos record properly...'
> Two Soldiers fly by
> One is all pinks and purples with an Unusual fox hat
> The other looks drab in comparison
> Barely any cosmetics and a gold Contracker on his belt
> The Boastful Skirmisher finishes his ramble
> 'Any questions?'
> Surprisingly, he doesn't have any
> The Boastful Skirmisher nods, grins, and claps him on the back
> Before jogging off to pester the Soldiers
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> This server is rather empty compared to the lobbies he's used to
> But soon another group starts to filter in
> They have a Demoknight
> A rare sight, apparently
> The Taciturn Rookie waves hello at the newcomers
> And receives a chorus of greetings back