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[High Casual] Frontier: The Great Space Rebellion

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[High Casual] Frontier: The Great Space Rebellion

Even then, it didn't feel like there was any trigger for it. Even a psychopath has their reasons, but it just felt a bit like caelums one got selected out of the blue

[High Casual] Frontier: The Great Space Rebellion

Even then, it didn't feel like there was any trigger for it. Even a psychopath has their reasons, but it just felt a bit like caelums one got selected out of the blue

[High Casual] Frontier: The Great Space Rebellion

In stitches last IC post at every mention of Caelums name she went as far to wish death upon her. Seems pretty bitter for just one interaction right at the beginning imo. Almost like she's hated her for a long time.

[High Casual] Frontier: The Great Space Rebellion

Thomas took his time in preparing his coffee, he was far too devoted into readying the perfect brew for his morning then to give Scott’s rude name calling any care. Slowly pouring an exact amount of coffee grains into his mug, he then eventually filled it up with steamy water from the kettle and, finally, added an explicit amount of milk before beginning to stir it with a small silver spoon. Coffee had been an important part of Thomas’s morning, afternoon, and night for as long as he could remember. It wasn't the taste he enjoyed however, but more so the feeling of liveliness he always felt rushing through him with each intake. It was an almost zealous impression he had towards it. Adding the final necessary ingredient that he had access to, sugar, he picked up his rucksack and made his way towards the exit of the cafeteria.

Taking his first sip from the steaming mug he stood still allowing complete euphoria to overcome him, he then let out a sigh of relief before continuing to wander off towards where the Medusa would be. Passing by the secretary he offered her a bow of his head and a smile, with a friendly as possible, “Have a pleasant day ma’am.”

Stepping out into the open to the spot where the Medusa would be, he stopped in his tracks and mid-sip. Staring at the Medusa he wondered what it’s durability would be like. In his past experience he had seen plenty of so-called “Indestructible” ships destroyed, only bringing him to wonder how this one would fare under fire. He shot a quick glance at his by now light brown colored drink before muttering, “My coffee had warned me about this”.

He began his trudge through the muddy earth towards where a few of the crew members were still outside the ship. To abstain from getting dirt on anything but his shoes he slung his rucksack over one shoulder and continued his firm yet careful plod across the bleak terrain. As he approached the remaining members he took notice of a newcomer, a woman he hadn't seen earlier at the cafeteria table. Glancing over her appearance he made himself a few mental notes: Possibly wealthy, placid, and a remarkable dress sense that still allowed practicality. Overhearing her question as he approached her and Caelum he decided to chime in with a “Yes, I believe that would be the Medusa, but like any elderly lady I’m sure it’s as adequate on the inside.” After commenting he moved next to Caelum to allow her to clarify any further questions while he took another sip from his coffee.

[High Casual] Frontier: The Great Space Rebellion

Thomas reached up and pinched his nose-bridge before rubbing it as everyone slowly began departing from the cafeteria towards the next designated meeting spot. "I doubt it, I'm sure we'll manage to do fine with the bunch we currently have. Though it would certainly make it the more the merrier. Let's hope the remaining stragglers, if there are any, have a good excuse." he says looking at Tide before watching him depart as well. He gives the remaining occupants another stern look before turning towards the coffee machine and stating "I'll be with you once I've had my Coffee." with a dismissive wave of his hand.

As he begins to prepare his coffee his thoughts shoot at the first officer. She was late, with the excuse being her long trek. She seemed fairly young, probably not much younger then him though but that thought could have been caused by her seemingly up-beat and kind aura. Which of course didn't make her any less respectable, kind people were the scariest when angered from what he had gathered. Although he did have his doubts, he still didn't know anything about anyone except from the first impressions and the little information he managed to pick out in the conversations. Hopefully everyone would be able to get along one way or another.

[High Casual] Frontier: The Great Space Rebellion

Thomas kept quiet, offering each new arrival a, as welcoming as possible, nod and feint smile before finally stopping his pacing around the room next to Pascal. Thomas shoots a glance at the lighter Tide pulled out "As long as it works I don't see why that'd be a problem." he answers smirking ever so faintly before beginning to massage his fingers, causing a few to let out cracks "Thomas R. Grayson by the way, here as your Captain." he adds quickly before folding his arms and offering the whole room an affirmative nod.

His thoughts then shoot back towards each individual once again, scribbling down mental notes to avoid causing any nervousness to arrive. As experienced as he was with meeting new people that we would be working with, the first moments always caused him to become paranoid to a certain degree. He always tried giving off the vibe that he was a man that knew exactly what he was doing and wouldn't hesitate to do it.

"I hope you're all looking forward to getting to know each other as much as I am. Some of you certainly seem to be able to keep the-..." he was interrupted as Valerie burst through the door wheezing heavily and gasping for air as she stated her name and position. Thomas kept his mouth and eyes slightly wide open, worried something bad had fallen upon her before realizing she had simply been in a rush to get here. "Careful, don't forget to breath." he quirked his brow in ever so slight amusement.

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On the side of the road leading up to the knackered looking base stood Thomas with a judgmental look on his face, purposefully having arrived early, maybe even too early, to give himself some time to think about what he would be officially signing up for the moment he enters the building. The patched up walls and clearly experienced metal showing that the building had overcome some troubles.

He picked up his communicator as the message of the Pilot asking for everyone's arrival time had been sent, he then simply packed back away and resumed dwelling in his thoughts, about the crew he'd be spending most of his time with mainly and secondly over the possible mission they'd be sent on.

He noticed a red haired woman approach the base. His cold eyes swerving off the base and onto her with the first thing he noticed being that she, instead of taking the main path, had arrived from the pines surrounding the base. He silently watched her from afar the side of the path he was standing on with no care if he would be noticed, then looking back at his watch before arching his back and waiting some more.

The second arrival caused him just as much wonder as the first had, he watched as the next shuttle arrived and two armed guards approach it before leading a handcuffed woman into the base. Thomas began being overcome with curiosity, glad that so far the crew members had shown diverse arrivals. He waits until the soldiers drag the handcuffed woman inside the base before calming strutting his way towards it himself.

He enters the building, scanning everything in his surrounding but mostly noticing the relatively nervous looking receptionist. His tactful pacing towards the desk she was seated behind immediately grabbing her attention. "Thomas Riley Grayson." He states with a single firm nod. The nervous secretary looks up at the man with a smile "Right this way sir!" she says with a relatively cheery voice and points in the direction of the cafeteria. Inside the cafeteria he notices three women, two of them being the women he had seen outside before entering the building himself and the third presumably being the pilot. Making his way around the table to stand across the handcuffed woman he shoots a glance at the already present reports before placing his own one on the edge of the table where there'd be some room left. Refusing to take a seat he slowly paces around the room, only offering a "Morning" accompanied with another one of his firm nods before continuing to listen in on any possible conversation.

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Appearance

CS

SUBMIT FORM #002 - THOMAS R. GRAYSON
ALIAS[ES] -
AGE - 30 Years.
D.O.B - 23/07/2570
M/F - Male

ADDITIONAL APPEARANCE NOTES -

Personality:
-Calm, cold, and collective.
-Likes taking matters in his own hands and is almost always certain his way is the right way.
-Self-taught to hide emotions, making him seem disinterested most of the time.
-In control of his actions and thoughts.
-Tolerant.

Likes: Dogs, being busy, caffeine.

Dislikes: Being doubted, being judged.

Talents: Good observation & People skills.
Staying collective under high stress situations.
Efficient in medium to close-ranged combat.


Psyche Abilities: Refused any Psyche Intake or any tests concerning Psyche.

Family: Father || Jack Grayson || ALIVE || Deep colonist || Occupation: Jack-of-all-trades

Mother || Reilly Fisher || UNKNOWN || Earth born || Occupation: UNKNOWN

Friends: None that stuck, or were of any long lasting relevance.

History: Thomas's past before he arrived at the Aldrin Military Academy has no kept recordings and is only known what he's told us, which was rather brief. He and his father lived under very poor conditions before he decided to leave the planet, presumably born on "Harpocrates". No known track records´of this planet had been found due to it's loose connection with the rest of the UNES making the planet a perfect settling spot for fleeing criminals. No information except the name of the mother, presumed fake name or dead due to no recording found of her either.

Thomas refused to explain why and how he had managed to arrive at Aldrin Military Academy on Sycamore. Due to his persistent and stubborn attitude, but mainly the rebellion needing more troops, they allowed him into the military academy. He began showing great efficiency early on, proving himself in the eyes of his instructors. Refusing to partake in any social-activity instead of the ones he was forced to, and of course having nowhere to go apart from the school boundaries, he instead dedicated his time into honing his combat skills, and mind.

His obedience and dedication was appreciated by many of the schools instructors allowing him to 'skip' the earlier, paper-pushing ranks into gritty combat experience straight away.
Hence his early deployment in Frontier 52, a military base near the Academy on Sycamore. There he would further continue his military progression from now on specifically under Captain Hargas's command, taking part in combat missions and almost always successfully accomplishing them. After further more years of showing efficiency and having gained enough expertise and passing most of the necessary remaining tests, he gets promoted as a Captain for the Medusa's new crew.

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[High Casual] Frontier: The Great Space Rebellion

Will be submitting my CS later today