The snack machine is punched open, and Jania begins to stuff herself with chocolate, a few soft growls audible as she crams it down. Woe betide anyone who disturbs her right now- her rage has faded, but this could be a temporary thing...<br/>____________________<br/><br/>Baz and mad look at eachother, then back in the direction they'd came. "If we c'n stop a moment?" Baz growls.<br/><br/>"Aye." Mad agrees. "Sara'd only been a slayer for  two years.  That's nae time at all in this game. I've walked the path for twentyyears now, and Baz... You read the history books about the steamwars? Good thirty years ago now, and Baz was-"<br/><br/>He interrupts her.  "I was older than you back then." He growls. "That's when I joined the Slayers, back when..." He sits down, wanting to get this off his chest. "I was in the command seat of the lead Steam-Tank of the division. I... I..." He sighs. "I caught a target in the main gunsight, fired a shot, and it was true." He sighs.<br/><br/>"I found out when the shot hit that my target was the ammo tender for our re-inforcements; it'd been camouflaged. The resulting explosion destroyed fifteen steam-tanks. The average steam-tank has a crew of twelve, and... there were no survivors."<br/><br/>He stands. "Now I seek to atone for my crime. I fight for what my brothers fought for, equality. What, you thought the SEM was a recent invention?" He laughs. "It's been going on since you pinkies were in charge, centuries ago. Now though, we got a chance of doing it, and if I die helping you, I'll be welcome in the Halls of the Ancestors... I won't be made to walk in the mists."