"And here we are interviewing Allison Harker, also known as Demolition Sabre, the only given member of the enigmatic Knight Sabres to maintain a public
identity," the reporter says, glancing up...and up....at the tall amazonian woman walking beside him. "So tell me, Ms. Harker, why break ranks with
your fellow Sabres so openly on this habit?"
Allison shrugs as she continues towards the latest construction zone, the jagged skyline of Faultline visible as she sits down the pile of steel girders and
waved to the other workers on the site. "I don't really know. I mean, I understand their reasons, but hiding who I am never really seemed likely to do
anything but make things more complicated."
"Some might say that so many armored figures apparently owing unquestioned allegiance to one anonymous source might be considered somewhat worrying, if
say, the leader were to consider them a private army," the reporter points out, drawing an amused rolling of the eyes from Allison.
"Sure, I suppose you could wonder that," she notes, picking up a girder bare handed and taking it over to the construction site, where she holds it
in place as other workers begin securing it with power tools. "Personally, I don't see the difference between us and a vast majority of other
supergroups that happen to use the same uniform or theme!" she shouts over the din of power drills and welders.
The interview goes on for some time, touching on Ms. Harker's job with Paragon Construction, her liscense to use her armor to assist in the construction,
and her usual rounds of New Overbrook, hunting for Vahzilok and Lost. She notes with some amusement that ever since she extended her patrol patterns to go by
the Yin Storefront, the Clockwork have stopped scavenging from her crew's construction sites almost entirely(aside from the scrap metal they can't use
which they leave out as sort of a peace offering), a lowering in costs that'll allow them show a 35% profit over any other construction company in
Faultline. She thanks whoever for such small favors, even as she notes that whatever the benefits to the Sabre's general secret identities, she's
unlikely to resort to such measures as that'd make finding a boyfriend a real pain in the ass.
***
"If I didn't know better, I'd say you planned her decision to stay public just for that TV spot," Priss noted, reclining against Sylia.
"Please, not everything is some Machiavellian plot that I enact on behalf of the safety and well being of my girls," Sylia noted, chuckling to
herself.
---
"Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay
waste."
identity," the reporter says, glancing up...and up....at the tall amazonian woman walking beside him. "So tell me, Ms. Harker, why break ranks with
your fellow Sabres so openly on this habit?"
Allison shrugs as she continues towards the latest construction zone, the jagged skyline of Faultline visible as she sits down the pile of steel girders and
waved to the other workers on the site. "I don't really know. I mean, I understand their reasons, but hiding who I am never really seemed likely to do
anything but make things more complicated."
"Some might say that so many armored figures apparently owing unquestioned allegiance to one anonymous source might be considered somewhat worrying, if
say, the leader were to consider them a private army," the reporter points out, drawing an amused rolling of the eyes from Allison.
"Sure, I suppose you could wonder that," she notes, picking up a girder bare handed and taking it over to the construction site, where she holds it
in place as other workers begin securing it with power tools. "Personally, I don't see the difference between us and a vast majority of other
supergroups that happen to use the same uniform or theme!" she shouts over the din of power drills and welders.
The interview goes on for some time, touching on Ms. Harker's job with Paragon Construction, her liscense to use her armor to assist in the construction,
and her usual rounds of New Overbrook, hunting for Vahzilok and Lost. She notes with some amusement that ever since she extended her patrol patterns to go by
the Yin Storefront, the Clockwork have stopped scavenging from her crew's construction sites almost entirely(aside from the scrap metal they can't use
which they leave out as sort of a peace offering), a lowering in costs that'll allow them show a 35% profit over any other construction company in
Faultline. She thanks whoever for such small favors, even as she notes that whatever the benefits to the Sabre's general secret identities, she's
unlikely to resort to such measures as that'd make finding a boyfriend a real pain in the ass.
***
"If I didn't know better, I'd say you planned her decision to stay public just for that TV spot," Priss noted, reclining against Sylia.
"Please, not everything is some Machiavellian plot that I enact on behalf of the safety and well being of my girls," Sylia noted, chuckling to
herself.
---
"Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay
waste."