Scout's Honor

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WHO: Echo, Omega
WHERE: Temba
WHAT: Clone patrolling, re-treading, investigating.
WHEN: Some time after the other thing the sinkhole incident
WARNINGS: N/A??? We'll get there when we get there

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"So I heard there was unauthorized activity down in the mines."

Although he was staring at the path ahead, Echo's voice held an inquiring tone that filtered through the vocabulator of his helmet, light and conversational and not at all curious about the things he missed while he was away from Temba.

This was, of course, spoken to Omega long after they began the day's patrol route, carrying his blaster in front of his armored body the way he normally did, setting a pace they could both walk along uneven terrain.

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"Looks like we're calling it in for the day," Echo sighed as he walked over to fetch his blaster. "We'll report our observations. If we need to come back later to see if anything else happened while we were away, we'll do so."

[small_compromise]

Without really having any idea what it was they were expecting to find, Omega couldn't be disappointed that they were just going to head back. It was an unusual occurrence, but with no real trace of what had happened, there really was little they could do.

She fixed the strap of her bow carrier, nodding at Echo.

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He saw she was ready, tipping his head as he turned. "Alright. Let's go."

Things would be explained on the way -- a means of filling in the gaps while saving time, a method that would be useful if they had more to go off of. For the time being, he would review what he and Omega knew, what they didn't, and hope that things managed to stay relatively normal without being horribly thrown off-guard.