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Ronin looked around the large office in a daze. The photos on the walls were filled with teammates Ronin recognized from times he did not. He only briefly got to meet these people when he first joined, from a time that felt so long ago. So much had happened. So many lessons learned. Ronin, being the big sap he was, teared up during Takeshi’s heart felt speech. The man spoke with such passion and Ronin could tell he meant every word of it.
Ronin could only imagine the things Takeshi had gone through and the weight that now rested on his shoulders. He is responsible for managing this entire team. A task that does not sound easy. As he spoke the terms and agreements Ronin gave a soft and understanding nod. In Takeshi’s voice Ronin could hear a bit of worry, as though his terms would somehow scare away the pilots. Ronin looked from side to side at his future teammates. Ronin didn’t know about everyone else but he knew the terms sounded fair enough. They’d do what they needed to do to revive the sport. If that meant a modeling gig from time to time, well, Ronin would have to get used to it.
Taking pictures in different clothes and hair styles. Endorsing a product from time to time. It sounded almost fun when Ronin really thought about it. Why the heck not.
Without hesitation Ronin moved to his contract. His name was written on the papers along with the agreed upon amount of credits and a more official version of the words Takeshi had just spoke to the group. Ronin trusted Takeshi though, so he didn’t feel the need to read through the fine print. He picked up the pen and put it down on the paper. With a move of his wrist the ink flowed out effortlessly. The letters formed his signature. In that moment, the man rejoined High Guard as the one and only, Ronin Sanders, Tamer of The Skies.
Word Count: 335/ (3,207 TOTAL)
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Ronin could only imagine the things Takeshi had gone through and the weight that now rested on his shoulders. He is responsible for managing this entire team. A task that does not sound easy. As he spoke the terms and agreements Ronin gave a soft and understanding nod. In Takeshi’s voice Ronin could hear a bit of worry, as though his terms would somehow scare away the pilots. Ronin looked from side to side at his future teammates. Ronin didn’t know about everyone else but he knew the terms sounded fair enough. They’d do what they needed to do to revive the sport. If that meant a modeling gig from time to time, well, Ronin would have to get used to it.
Taking pictures in different clothes and hair styles. Endorsing a product from time to time. It sounded almost fun when Ronin really thought about it. Why the heck not.
Without hesitation Ronin moved to his contract. His name was written on the papers along with the agreed upon amount of credits and a more official version of the words Takeshi had just spoke to the group. Ronin trusted Takeshi though, so he didn’t feel the need to read through the fine print. He picked up the pen and put it down on the paper. With a move of his wrist the ink flowed out effortlessly. The letters formed his signature. In that moment, the man rejoined High Guard as the one and only, Ronin Sanders, Tamer of The Skies.
Word Count: 335/ (3,207 TOTAL)
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