saladlove | A (probably) Non Canon Sem Equites Thing

DISCLAIMER: The existence of this does not imply SE will make a return.

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Shawn sighed as he looked over the camp of people that was with him—no, following him, letting him lead them.

Over a year ago, something had gone wrong. Something the record keepers of Salad didn't expect. The Mindcrackers, the society Salad recorded the history of, had vanished. The Saladers didn't know what to do. However, the Sem Equites did. The Equites were a secret organization among the Salad, dedicated to defending both Mindcrack and Salad.

The Equites scrambled their resources, sending their people to find the Mindcrackers, or find people who might know where they had gone. The first one they had found was Etho. Shawn had gone to retrieve Etho himself. He'd looked up to the ninja for a long time, and felt it was his responsibility.

Over time, they'd found all of the Mindcrackers. It wasn't a clean process—they had suffered losses. Not everyone had made it, not even Mindcrackers

And now here they were; Mindcrack and Salad both—all of Salad, not just the Equites—flying one flag, preparing to end the madness. They had found the culprit, and it was time to bring him to justice.

As he walked through the camp, he spotted a large black figure moving around the edges. It stood about seven meters tall, was a shade of black seven shades darker than the darkest shade ever achieved by humanity, and had white speckles appearing and disappearing almost at random across its humanoid body. Shawn moved toward it.

"Seven." He called. At one, the large alien robot stopped and turned to face the zombie.

"Yes, commander?"

Shawn sighed again. They'd had a falling out a long time ago. Before that, they had been friends. "I know this year has been rough, but... I'm sorry, for what it's worth. What happened between us... It wasn't necessary."

"As I am incapable of anger, or forgiveness even, as those are emotions, your apology is unnecessary." The robot said. "However, I believe it is traditional to say 'you're forgiven.' You're forgiven."

Shawn nodded, and pulled a trumpet from his pouch. He blew a single note, and waited for everyone to gather. "I know this year has been hard on all of us." He said, loud enough for the group to hear. "But this is the end of it. One way or another, the insanity stops here. I know we've lost friends along the way, but we have made new ones too. Some of you have met your heroes, others have reconnected with old friends or mentors. This battle will decide our fates. Don't fight for me, fight for yourself. To arms!"

Shawn looked over the group, his friends, old and new. Cooki, Vechs, Ratt, Clash, Tanadin, Scott, Tac, Aurey, Gali, M, Sunset, Azrael.
He remembered those that had fallen under his command. Meg, Salt, Eclipse, Moosh, Cinna, AJ, Etho, BDubs and Genny, Paul...
He vowed to not let those deaths be in vain.

He turned once more to the robot at his side. "What do you say, friend? Once more into the fray?"

"Affirmative."

"Charge!"

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That's all you get. That was the extent of my thing. A couple people know why this exists. You can leave now.