Rail blushed holding out some clothing
"if you could please put these on I will escort with you and explore your new world along side you."
Rail looked down at the floor as he held the new clothing out to her

Anurah blinked and tilted her head but grabbed the clothing and nodded "Alright then.." her tone had seemed distant but she kept herself in a reasonable state of mind as she began to slide her clothes on getting a little tangled while doing so. She bit her lip frustrated at the countless tries and let out a sigh pouting.

Rail chuckled in his hand. "Here let me help." Rail shifted the clothing pulling here and there, he had started from the underclothing and out she had been all tangled. he pulled top tight around her it was a simple outfit covering really just the essentials he had picked it out special for her among the clothing. Th last tug though made her jolt forward into him he smiled. her lips were so close.Instead though he touched them gently and pushed away."Alright then do you have your weapon on you?" Rail looked around for her pistol.

Anurah glanced around as well then tilted her head to the side "I-I'm not sure" she said as she glanced around the room as well she blushed slightly and bit her lower lip. "Where are we going?" she asked following behind him now as he walked around the room looking for a weapon she seemed like a curious child glancing around the room and then back at him.

Rail smiled picking up a pistol but then saw the curiosity in her eyes and heard it in her voice.He pulled it away and tucked it in his own person."Ill probably have to teach you how to use that again." Rail was quit curious in this case."Mm Anurah, how far back are your memories? how old are you?"Rail smiled at her

I am Gada
 

Memories of a faded childhood past away from Gada, along with his dreams, as the Sun began to rise. His chains rattled a little as he ran over his plan, again.
The Khaev are packing up to send the newly trained recruits into Corsa for briefing from the Slave Lord. What was his name? Dwarkun. I'm pretty sure they said Dwarkun. He'll be the first. I'll have a uniform from the guard on the last shift, but I'll have to move quickly if I want to sneak in to the regiment.
He laughed at the doubt he had in his own speed. One part of him thought that he wouldn't make it in time; that the plan would fail and he would be killed on the spot. The other part of him saw a possibility. Power, wealth, the fame that surround his father, whom he thought deceased, a memory without doubt, all of them would be his if he timed his movements just right.
The horn rang and Gada broke the chains. Under the noise of the trumpet and the with the speed only he knew only he could muster, he dug out the guard and his uniform. Changed and dressed with his weapons hidden, he slipped behind the barracks, walking out like a man on a mission.
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There was definite doubt among the Khaev as they examined the man who identified himself as Piere. Dark-skinned, skinny, and short compared to others of their kind, but he was an able bodied man when the jokers of the group tried to prank him with the ole fart-bag gag. They were about to laugh when it was set off by the pranksters themselves. He moved the gag while the pranksters were whistling away. No one had talked to him since then.