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In the Resistance Ring, both Central and Outrider were already waiting for him. “You require my assistance?” Tygan asked as he approached them. Central pointed to a map on the center table. “The Reapers have found a lead on where they might keep Mox.” “Where?” Tygan asked almost immediately after. “He’s being kept into one of the more secluded ‘Correctional Facilities’.” Outrider said, pointing at the map. “It’s fairly small and security detail is usually lax.” This made Tygan frown. “A high profile prisoner like him would have better security. I wouldn&

Days passed in relative normalcy. It did not sit well with Tygan. The fact they now had a Reaper on board did not help. While the overall conflict was over and Elena seemed to have gained a great deal of respect for Mox, Tygan did not feel safe around her. He could feel her gaze on him when they crossed paths (Which was thankfully not often). As if he was examined. He sighed. He had to focus on his research or else he wouldn’t get anything done. A hand brushed the back of his head, right over his scars and he tensed before he quickly turned around, catching said hand. Elena. Because of course. “Impressive reflexes for a scientist.

Tygan wasn’t often called to Central’s private chambers. (Well, a single chamber.). While the most amicable towards him, their relationship never seemed to elevate beyond ‘Professional’. “You called?” Tygan asked as he entered, hands behind his back. “It’s about the Skirmishers.” Central said right away. Tygan couldn’t help but perk up at that. While technically not one of them, he had been part of them for a while before joining XCom. “We’re finally making headway into their negotiations with the Reapers.” Central said, before sighing. “Being a mediator is no

Richard Sonnac didn’t come home that often. As in, truly home. His old family estate. His excuse was that it was in France, but given the modes of transportation he was privy to, that shouldn’t be an issue, really. In the end, he just couldn’t stand being there. At least… not any more. The place was just too large for a single man. And not just in the practical sense. It was a large mansion in the countryside. Living alone there would drive anyone up the walls. That was what he told himself, any way. There was a time he didn’t mind living there. A time when the silence wasn’t deafening. All these acres of

Once they arrived, the introduction tour across the Avenger was… awkward at best. Everyone he met looked at him strangely, distrust and unease clearly spread across their faces. Which in turn made him uneasy as well. He spend long enough around people who trusted him that he was confident that he could redeem himself for his work at ADVENT. Now, that confidence eroded with every person he saw. He could actively feel himself withdrawing within himself. Just trying to be polite in order not to anger people and bring the whole thing crashing down. “This will be your lab.” Bradford, who preferred to be called ‘Central̵

Once they were back at the base, Tygan prepared to do a better job on Mox’s shoulder. That’s how it usually went. Mox getting injured in the field. Tygan patching him up well enough so that he could fight again and once they were back he’d make sure he wouldn’t lose permanent use of a limb or two. To be honest, most Skirmishers were like that. There was a recklessness to their way of combat. It didn’t really bother Tygan. It came from a place he was all too familiar with; a desperation to make up for past misdeeds. While their circumstances were different, the Skirmishers seemed to understand him in this regard.