User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-5837525-20141227024853

Orbit: Nidavellir... Got it. Thanks a lot. And... Ironworks? Could you maybe not mess with Miss Serra's armor without her permission? 'Preciate it.

(Orbit puts the communicator away and heads back inside the resort, picking up the two halves of Golden Age's trident with his telekinesis.)

Orbit: Don't worry, Goldie. Everything's gonna be just fine. You did say you were eager to get back in uniform. Up for a little field trip north?

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(One of Mareoni's thugs, with his back turned to Bloodstorm, discards his cigarette.)

Thug: Yeah... Funny you should mention that...

(The four thugs spin toward Bloodstorm and fire upon him with heavy-caliber fire, taking care to keep their distance. These guys seem to have kept up with the news.)