❪ test drive #4 ❫

[natha]

YOUR STORY BEGINS     The Storm came. You only remember darkness, but you don't remember much after that. All you know, perhaps, is that it was cold. You don't know for how long you slept, but the dreams were short, at least. You remember the expanse of stars and the universe that came in view. Every world and solar system ever known was displayed in your dreams in careful, pristine detail. You have also witnessed The Storm, which has devoured a fair portion of these galaxies. It was a dark, thick smog — ominous in appearance and ever foreboding. Your Earth and similar planets were immersed in The Storm. Somehow, you knew it would be the last you'd see of it. That was when she told you what happened, and how you could help. You knew that you'd be living somewhere new, even though you never asked for it. The details here weren't clear, but you knew you'd made a deal with Darma. Not long after, you'll wake at Thesa Station — your body is still cold. It all felt like a dream, but somehow, you knew it wasn't — now, will you keep that promise you made to Darma? PROMPT: THE STORM     CW: death You were awake on Thesa Station. But at some point you, like many other new arrivals before you, wandered into the Observation Deck. Ordinarily, this is where images of The Storm are replayed to remind Refugees of the fate they have escaped. The Natha Orbiters' technology has evolved. They are aware of your gaps in memory. You may have doubts of The Storm even existing, or of your world's destruction. Though they do not wish reliving those last moments on anyone, they have created an experience that will do just that. Before entering the Observation Deck, you are warned that what follows will not be for the weak of heart. As soon as you step in, you will find that the walls around you begin to transform and expand. Welcome to the Planet Cespi, in the Circinus Galaxy. Unfortunately, we were not able to save this world from The Storm's Consumption. These are its last memories. You are surrounded by blue, grassy hills as far as the eye can see and a pleasant breeze. The atmosphere is thick with a sickly sweet smell. Before you lays the scene of a quiet village, with its residents going about their everyday lives. You aren't alone, either, with an equally confused stranger (or perhaps you know each other?) surveying the scene. Then the world grows completely silent for a full minute. You and your partner are unable to make a sound, verbal or otherwise. Without warning, a deafening roar fills your ears and forces you to double over in pain. The villagers run out of their homes in a panic, finding themselves in just as much pain and confusion as you do. Where there was no sound before, now there is too much for a normal human body to process. Look up. An expanding mass of energy is swallowing everything you can see. It consumes the earth, the atmosphere, the depths of space — and it is getting closer. Your only hope is to outrun it, if you can. The people in the village certainly try to, racing past you. Their fear is very real. Their bodies are very real. You may be able to run from it for a time, only able to catch glimpses of this dark and sinister force swallowing everything and everyone. The earth rumbles and separates beneath you. Electricity surges through the sky, and then through your very body. You fought hard, but it is impossible to outrun the Storm forever. You too will be consumed. Your death is quick, but not painless. What were you thinking, before you took your last breath? You awaken back in the Observation Deck, next to your new friend. PROMPT: TRAINING MODULES     While it’s all nice and well to familiarize oneself with Thesa Station, it is most advised that new arrivals venture out a bit. Not physically. No one is quite prepared for that yet. However, there will be several virtual reality training programs set for those who dare to be adventurous. For those who aren’t and don’t dare, well — good luck, all the same. Once seated and appropriately strapped in, the system will automatically whir to life. 1. When you enter the Natha's newest program, at first nothing loads. You might think this is an error as you look around in apparent total darkness, only able to see your own virtual body if you look down, but soon enough a voice comes to life as if speakers have turned on somewhere. Long ago, the lands of El Nysa were dominated by the ancestors of the dragons who now live among the people, tamed. It was pretty dangerous! How about a little history lesson? And then the simulation comes to life— a. The lush lands that blossom to life around you all at once are real enough to make you forget you're in a simulation — at least for a moment. Those refugees who have been to the planet in reality before will find themselves in territory as unfamiliar as those who are brand new, as this simulation takes place far back in history. Instead of sprawling cities and civilizations, the most you'll find is scattered villages, many of them no more than nomadic campsites at best. You've been outfitted to blend in with the natives and these simulated people won't react to you as a newcomer, but as a member of their village. Are you a doctor, or perhaps a warrior? Maybe you're even in charge! But they want your help, and they want it quickly: a dragon is coming. The dragon is larger than the mount-sized breeds that exist on El Nysa today — much larger. It's a good six stories in height, bestial, and angry. Maybe it's then that you notice the lands that surround you are littered with scars of scorched earth, some of them several yards across, and there's a reason these people don't live in one place for very long. But don't linger too long on the makeshift grave markers sticking out of the burnt countryside — the dragon is coming. b. If you're looking for something a little less violent, perhaps another area of the historic simulation will be up your alley. This one finds you on a cliffside, waiting among other villagers for an event the people are talking about in hushed whispers, some of which you can identify as prayer. When the white dragon raises its head up from the depths of the ravine, towering impossibly high over you and the others on the cliffside, it's no wonder most of the natives fall to their knees in awe and wonder. This dragon doesn't attack, only looks at the people on land with an ancient and strange wisdom. Then it speaks. Not in words, but the low rumbling sound that starts in its throat and becomes a full trumpeting bellow to the sky seems to have meaning, and somehow, you can understand its cry as it entreats the people to praise and worship. The natives around you are already starting to give offerings with their prayers, food and carvings and — blood? Is that someone's arm being offered up? That's different. 2. Let us now travel forward in time, shall we? a. The Olympian settlement around you is quiet — until the screaming starts. Guerilla fighters from Wyver flood the streets, knocking civilians aside and breaking down doors and windows when they find their way barred. They move methodically, advancing toward the nicer parts of town where the politicians reside and leaving terror in their wake. They're here for the politicians, people say. They're here to punish the people who made the decision to advance into Wyver in the first place. Blood for blood, as the saying goes. Where they'll be taking them once they have them is anyone's guess. A soldier emerges from a building, dragging someone in elegant clothing out by the hair. Looks like they've found one. Will you rescue them? Make a run for it yourself, lest you be mistaken for one of their targets? Or maybe they've already caught you and some other unfortunate Refugee who's been dropped into this simulation, and the two of you need to figure out a way to escape. b. CW: branding You find yourself in the midst of a bustling crowd gathered at the Temple of Thesa. Robed acolytes stoke fires on either side of the altar at the front of the temple, where miserable-looking people who seem to be from a village in Wyver await, bound in ropes. The priest, at the front of the crowd, picks up a metal brand from the altar and gestures for another acolyte to bring a prisoner forward. The crowd watches with interest as the prisoner is forced to kneel in front of the altar, their arm laid out flat on the marble surface. Another cry — "For the glory of Olympia!" — and the crest of the city is burned into the prisoner's arm. The crowd cheers, deafening the cries of pain. The priest ushers forward another prisoner, and then another. Is that a familiar face you see in the lineup, thrust into this bit of history by the simulation's whims? You have to do something. Or are you unlucky enough to find yourself bound? ...Well, hopefully someone else in the crowd has more scruples than this priest. 3. And now, the present. After all those enlightening scenes, the simulation finally brings you to a more quiet area of Olympia. You are deposited out somewhere in The Outlook, a place the very first group of refugees had to trudge through before they found their homes. You've arrived in the early evening — but sunlight is waning, and soon you'll be under a sky full of stars. Luckily, their old campsites aren't too overgrown. The intention here is to get you familiar with some of the local flora and fauna. What sorts of plants will you encounter? Do you find yourself under a Verillum Tree, suddenly compelled to be painfully honest and truthful in conversation with a complete stranger? Find yourself behaving erratically in the presence of Whistleweed? Or perhaps you'll have to break the spell of being trapped in a Vena Amoris' vines... with a kiss. PROMPT: STASIS UNIT     You have found the massive section of Thesa known as the Stasis Unit. There’s no special access required to enter this part of Thesa Station, but refugees are warned that it may not be for the faint of heart. Here, in large pods that nearly cover every square inch of the space, are all of the people the Orbiters have managed to rescue. Your loved ones, your greatest enemy, your next door neighbor — you might find them here. These people are in a state of deep cryosleep. Due to the damaging effects of The Storm, their bodies are not yet ready to be awoken. PROMPT: OMAGE     Upon receiving your mobile phone, you will be asked to set a username. Voila, you can now access the network! You can choose to send a message to the entire network, specific usernames, or you can try out the Orbiters’ service, Omage, which connects you to a random user. They thought this might be a good way for their new guests to make friends with each other... Connecting to server... Looking for someone you can chat with... You’re now chatting with [username]... Say hi! PROMPT: WILDCARD     You are welcome to write any scenarios in Thesa Station! Characters have been granted temporary access to the Observation Room, and are encouraged to study it carefully. FINAL OOC NOTE     These threads may be carried over as game canon if players choose! Players are encouraged to submit TDM threads as application samples, but they are not required. Please direct any OOC questions to the questions thread below! An AC-length thread may be submitted for 2 NATHA ORBITER REPUTATION POINTS after acceptance here. Please submit by February 18th. 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[adisaster]

[ How worn Reinhardt's armor looks, how hard every hit from those dragons seem to hit doesn't pass him by. Nor does the fact that Reinhardt keeps going despite all that. Gilgamesh doesn't have a good estimation of Reinhardt just yet, he doesn't know whether he's a regular human pushing himself to his limits or some sort of empowered being, but either way -- he would still be impressed. Impressed enough that a question he would usually react to with a possessive sort of arrogance earns Reinhardt another smile.

As if on cue one of his portals has the top of a large warhammer emerge. It looks far too large for any regular human smaller than Reinhardt to wield, it's almost as tall as Gilgamesh himself, but Gilgamesh thinks it's perfect for such a daunting task. It shoots as fast as the other weapons but buries itself in the ground beside Reinhardt, easily within his reach. ]

I shall grant you the honor of wielding something from my personal treasury. But as proper payment ... I will not accept your failure.

[ All the while his own portals are still firing weapons, careful not to nick Reinhardt though that carefulness itself seems effortless for Gilgamesh. ]

[panzersoldat]

[ The hammer is...it's beautiful. He's never seen such a work of art. It's indeed a treasure and Reinhardt can't help but feel a little eager to pick up and use such a thing. It's so much nicer and stronger looking than the one he's been using. ]

Thank you. I won't let you down! You have my word as a knight! [ And then he's up. He's up, with that hammer, scaling an angry, writhing dragon. It's hard to hang on and he can feel the multitude of weapons streaking past his head as he climbs this mountain.

It's a long way to climb for an old man in armor, but when he finally surmounts that thrashing head, he really has to keep his footing. Then he raises that beautiful hammer and he quietly prays that this will work. That it will fell the dragon and not break the room.

He takes a deep breath.] Hammer....DOWN! [ It's an Earthshatter, right on the dragon's skull. He can see the way it travels and he hopes again that it was enough, if not to kill it, than to stun it long enough for all those weapons it hit vitals. Either way, it's a long way for him to fall if the dragon goes down. ]

[adisaster]

[ Gilgamesh feels it's quite an honor he's bestowed upon Reinhardt, allowing him the use of his own personal treasury, but watching how eager he is to take it, how willing he is to put it to good use ... He can't find himself regretting it, per se. Gilgamesh already has a more positive opinion of Reinhardt than he has of most he first meets, his standards as high as they are.

But Reinhardt's straightforwardness is nostalgic in a way that might be biasing Gilgamesh towards him already. And the sight -- whatever this Earthshatter is, his equivalent of a Noble Phantasm? -- of this dragon staggering from the force of Reinhardt's blow ... it sends any regrets he could have possibly had about Reinhardt using his weapon out the window. The dragon's clearly been whittled down by the efforts of both of them, and as its knees start to buckle Gilgamesh finally moves from where he had been firing stationary.

And though he walks he walks much faster than a human would be able to, aiming to set himself under where Reinhardt will fall as the dragon finally goes down, unsettling whatever foothold Reinhardt has on its head.

If he falls, basically, Gilgamesh is there to catch him. It's more a sign of respect for a battle well fought than anything too sentimental. ]

[panzersoldat]

[ It's impossible for the large man not to lose his footing. The dragon goes down hard. Reinhardt has to contend with being a very large, very heavily armored man suddenly inflicted with gravity. There's a sickening, lurching feeling and then falling. He's falling and he knows his bones aren't going to take this sort of fall. He could try to roll with it, but that would mean letting go of the hammer. Something he had borrowed.

So instead, he plummets and his words are ones without regret. ] It was worth it. [ Only, he's not hitting the ground. He's not breaking every bone in his body. It's shocking, to have anyone catch him. This man he fought with, he is truly insanely strong and when he's caught, the larger man has obviously curled himself around the hammer. He had been willing to sacrifice his body to protect that borrowed treasure. He doesn't expect to get held up long. He's not a light man. Still, his smile is brilliant, full of excitement of a well fought battle and of grateful awe of the man. ]

Thank you.

[ For the save. For the hammer. For helping him complete a childhood dream. But now, he wonders what might happen. Would the simulation vanish? ]

[adisaster]

[ The simulation at least seems to be lasting long enough for them to bask in their victory some. And Reinhardt isn't a light man by any means, alone or with his treasure and armor, but Gilgamesh doesn't seem to be having any issue holding him up. He's certainly much stronger than he appears, disproportionate to his size.

He does at least let him down after being sure he's landed safely. How Reinhardt curled to protect his treasure doesn't pass him by either and his lips curl with another smile, approving, in response to Reinhardt's own open gratitude and excitement. Its job done, the hammer dissolves in a shimmer of golden sparkles -- in fact all of the weapons poking out of the dragon's body are disappearing in the same way, as if they're being returned to his treasury. ]

You are welcome. Simulation or not ... It was well worth watching.

[panzersoldat]

[ For a moment, there is a small light of panic in that single eye when the hammer vanishes. He hopes he didn't ruin it. But nothing seems to happen that might indicate that he's hurt it. He soon breathes a sigh of relief and Reinhardt is straitening to his full height to look down t this small man with his amazing magic.

His grin keeps growing. Now that he doesn't have a dragon to focus on, he can pay proper attention to just what an amazing thing he had been able to see. ]

You. I would like to know your name, so that I can tell you just how amazing you are properly. I've never seen anything like that. In all my life, I've not seen anything so impressive. All those weapons. And you. You're strong! So strong. If I hadn't experienced it myself, I would have thought I was imagining things!! I'm glad I got to slay this beast with a man like you.

[ He'll hold out a hand even as his armor starts to fade. Under it, he's a happy mess of scars and bruises, old and new. He seems not to care. Reinhardt taken more damage and limped off to Ana for help. Or Angela when it's really bad. This...it hurts, but there are more important things. ]

Reinhardt Wilhelm.

[adisaster]

[ Gilgamesh doesn't enjoy bootlickers but he can tell when praise is genuine or not. And Reinhardt seems like a very genuine man in general, so he takes it with a tip of his head forward. He's not a humble sort -- he knows genuine praise and he knows when it is well due, and he's in firm belief of the awesome extent of his own abilities. ]

Reinhardt? I shall remember that name.

[ Which is a compliment in and of itself, coming from Gilgamesh, not that Reinhardt might know that yet. There's a beat before he takes his hand, his own armor fading int something ... maybe looking a little less era-appropriate. ]

I am Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes. And I have never seen anyone fight quite like you before -- which is not anything I say lightly. I have seen a countless number of battles. This place can still please me in providing me with such sights, it seems.

It was a well-fought battle.

[panzersoldat]

[ Oh, he's no boot-licking toady. He's a noble knight, even if only in his own head. And he can appreciate a powerful warrior with talents that can can't compare to.

And then his hand is taken and he gets that name. Reinhardt, he knows a lot of stories. He has so many of them memorized. Mostly tales of knights and their deeds, but that's such a well known story. It's an epic, which means a knight should know it.

And to hear the man call himself king. Reinhardt has developed a very bad habit with most the rulers he's met or spoken to here. Mostly because it's what a proper knight would do. No bowing because they are men who fought together. But he's still going to 'your highness' the hell out of this man if he's not stopped. It's only polite to address men as the title they have. ]

Well, Your Highness, if you ever wish another battle like this, you only need ask. I live for this sort of thing. Though maybe next time, I'll have my proper armor and my proper hammer. Not that yours wasn't truly amazing. But now!! I will have to say I need a beer and I would be honored to treat you to one as well, if you drink such things.

[ A beer and a bit of time with some large rolls of gauze. ]

[adisaster]

[ He's been told so many times already that his title means little to nothing here that he almost looks surprised at being addressed properly before - - again, he looks pleased. It's another point in Reinhardt's favor, and Gilgamesh is egotistical enough that he doesn't feel the need to correct him or tell him just his name is okay. He wouldn't mind, but if Reinhardt wants to treat him with the respect he deserves - - who is Gilgamesh to stop him? ]

I look forward to the chance to see your proper equipment, if it would be anything like what I just witnessed. But I imagine for now you will need the time to recover.

[ It's not an insult to say Reinhardt has deserved the break. No matter how hard he fought he does seem to be just a human, and not a young one at that. Gilgamesh is frankly impressed he fought as well as he did. ]

I do not enjoy what I've had of the modern era's beer, but if there is wine I would be more than happy to take you up on that offer.

[panzersoldat]

[ Titles might not mean much, but to the people who wear them, they are very important. He wears title of "Last Crusader", not that he threw it in with his name. So, even if it's only a title, it will be used as is proper.]

Oh, it will be better. I'll be must faster for one. [ And a lot tougher. His J08 could take a lot more punishment than that armor he had been in. His real shield would have been useful too. But the king is right, he is only human and once the adrenaline wears off, he's going to feel this all. Not that he'll let a little pain slow him down. He never has before. ]

But, you have just broken this poor German's heart. Not liking beer. Highness, that is the saddest thing I've ever heard! But I know there is also wine. So I will treat you to that wine and I'll drink your beer and mine as well. In fact, the food up here is pretty great. They'll make you anything you want. You just have to ask for it. So you can always have taste of the things you enjoy, at least up here. Down on the planet it's whatever we can get from the markets or hunting and foraging for ourselves. So if you would follow me, I'll take you to that wine, Highess.

[ He'll even shorten his steps so that he doesn't range too far ahead of the shorter man on the way to the mess hall. Reinhardt though will take the scenic route, so Gilgamesh can see it for himself. The small planet that will soon be his home. ]

[adisaster]

[ Gilgamesh matches his pace, shifting his head side to side to take in the sights of the station. He wouldn't have an issue keeping up with Reinhardt's regular pace either, but he doesn't think it matters enough to note it. He appreciates the chance to take stock of this place.

He can't help but chuckle, at Reinhardt's heartbreak. ]

Perhaps it is only the beers I have had a chance to experience, but it's a foul-tasting thing. It does not suit my sensibilities.

But it is a relief to know I will not be wanting for supply. I went through a man's entire store of alcohol, once, living in the modern era. Humans tend not to keep enough of these sorts of things readily accessible.

[ Which may speak to Gilgamesh's hedonism, or rampant alcoholism. Whichever. ]

[panzersoldat]

[ His journey takes him past where the planet sits large in the viewing window. There, he pauses for a moment. His laughter is booming, filling the halls, a large sound, as large as Reinhardt himself. He looks to the blond next to him, grinning. ] Ach! I could almost take that as an insult. [ He won't though. There seems to be very little that could actually insult this man. If anything, it makes him smile brighter. ] But I have to admit, in my long life, I always go back to what I know best. The ale down there, it's a pale comparison to a good stout German beer.

[ His laugh calms a little and he faces Gilgamesh with a frank and honest expression. ] Up here, there is abundance. But down there, not so much. Down there, you must hunt or work if you wish to eat. With the unrest right now, I'm afraid there might be times when you'll go without. Though I think that you'll still do well for yourself. Besides, for a fellow warrior... [ He gestures to the planet with a broad gesture. ] when you get down there, if you are ever in Wyver, you are always welcome in my home. If you have need of anything, or just want some company. A knight never turns someone away, least of all a good friend.

[ He'll wait to let the man look at the planet for a while if he wishes, but the promise of food and beer (and wine) will soon set him back upon their path. ]

[adisaster]

[ He waves his hand, at Reinhardt's statement, seemingly casual about even visiting the planet below. It's not as if he'll need to truly worry about food or drink, in terms of being able to survive. They're something he enjoys indulging in, yes, but he only really needs mana to survive -- and even then ... he can survive for quite some time without it, due to his class. It's more a concern if he keeps using his Gate. He'll need to find a Master sooner or later if he hopes to fight.

But he doesn't feel the need to get into that with Reinhardt. ]

I shall do well enough for myself, with or without your assistance. But your welcome is appreciated. I am relieved to have found someone worth my time.

[ But there's something that needs to be corrected here. Gilgamesh hadn't argued before, when Reinhardt had called him his "friend", as it wasn't quite fitting to start challenging him on calling him that while they were in the middle of a battle. But going forward... Gilgamesh didn't want Reinhardt to get the wrong idea. ]

As charming as you have been, forever ... I will let you know now. I do not consider you my "friend". I have only ever considered one person to be my equal, and that has not changed since I met them.

[ It's not said with any cruelty, his tone more implying this was simply the way of things. ]

[panzersoldat]

[ Reinhardt just shakes his head a little, the inviting grin still on his face. He hadn't meant to insult this man by such things, but that was just how he is. He thinks nothing of making such affable offers and is never insulted if they are turned down.

His smile remains even when Gilgamesh just puts it out there like that, that they aren't 'friends'. He can hear that tone and he knows he's not being insulted, but as always, Reinhardt's good eye sparkles with laughter and he shakes his head. ]

Ahhh. I see. Well, this might be true. To you, Your Highness, I am not your friend. However, to me... I will still consider you mine. [ And in a very harsh still painfully recent way, he's used to having rather one sided friendships. That's what happens when people suddenly come back from pretending to be dead. It's never stopped him before. He'll just stubbornly be as he's been all this time. He'll keep being openly friendly towards this man. He sees no reason to change that. ]

But if it bothers you I will stick to whatever title you prefer most.

[adisaster]

I am not bothered, as long as you realize the sentiment is not returned.

[ Which is true. Gilgamesh doesn't make a habit of softening his words for the sake of other people's feelings -- but again, it's not cruel, it's not said out of an intention to distance himself from Reinhardt entirely. There have been plenty of people he enjoyed the company of without acknowledging them as a friend, and Reinhardt would be no different. ]

Your highness, Gilgamesh, your majesty, "my friend" ... However you wish to refer to me is fine. As long as you are not too presumptuous. But you ... You do not seem to be that sort.

[ He'd gathered that impression already, and how Reinhardt seems to take the news with relative ease only helps to confirm that. It's a sort of easygoing nature that only continues to make him nostalgic. ]

[panzersoldat]

[ It's with a loud laugh that he gives his nod. He understands and obviously, he's not bothered by it. He's simply pleased he's made a new friend, even if it's only one sided.

He seems gleefully amused as well at the judgement on his character. Gilgamesh isn't wrong about him at all. He won't go above his rank but he also isn't one to kiss ass.]

Well, since that's settled, Highness, good wine and rich beer awaits us!

[ The older man is just going to happily lead the small procession of two to the mess hall where he can indeed show his "new friend" how one gets whatever they wished. For him, that's a stein of beer nearly the size of the King's arm. ] Prost!

[adisaster]

We shall see if it's good. I do have high standards.

[ Again, it's not said in a bad-natured way. It's another statement that comes across as Gilgamesh saying, well, this was just the way things were -- he preferred wine but he would believe it was good wine this place provided when he got a taste himself.

For Gilgamesh -- part of him is tempted to take a bottle but he sticks with a glass of wine, for now, looking not with judgement but with some amusement at the amount of alcohol Reinhardt seems prepared to imbibe. ]

You are human, no?

[panzersoldat]

[ Reinhardt can only hope it's relatively up to standard. He knows he's picky as hell about his beer and this is pretty close to almost perfect. Almost.

Which is why he'll take his stein and plop himself on one of the mess benches, ignoring the groan that comes from under him at the poor seat taking his weight. He might have sat a little too heavily too abruptly, but that little dragon slaying had taken a lot out of him.

The question has him raise an eyebrow. It's a fair question seeing how this man used magic or whatever that was. He might be from a world like some of the elves he's met down below.]

Ja. I wasn't enhanced like some of my old colleges. I am as human as human can be. [ He just works out. A lot. ] Why? Did you think me something more? [ He may as well be with his easily he'll down that drink. ]

[adisaster]

I was curious. I did assume you were human, but most humans can't handle their drink very well.

[ A perk to Gilgamesh's semi-divine status, on top of being a heroic spirit, was his ability to not be limited by things like "livers with normal alcohol tolerance". He sits across from Reinhardt, sitting up straight before he takes a sip from his cup --



And he makes ... a face, though he looks more thoughtful than outright disdainful of the quality of the drink. It's a far cry from his highest standards but it wasn't the worst he had had. It would do while he seemed to lack for other resources. He takes another sip, clearly indicating he at least finds it bearable enough to drink. ]

[panzersoldat]

[ Reinhardt can't help give the man a deeply amused look at the man. He even laughs a little, single eye sparkling a little as he does. ] You, my friend, have never met a Crusader then! I tell you truly; there are few men that could drink me under the table and all of them were just as large and German as myself! So you need not worry. You won't have to deal with my being drunk. Just this won't do anything more than give me a pleasant buzz.

[ He grins again at the man and the face he makes and laughs a little, raising his stein. ] To your future on the planet below, my friend. May you find a wine worthy of you!