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On the Dawn? No, however he could be shipped to it while the others are on their mission.
Great, now the pilot was a strategist. If looks could kill, Hay would have a sheathed blade at his throat when he finished speaking. If she'd known he was going to challenge her, she may have had half a mind to leave him in the cockpit.
She let Six speak, fine to hear her own plans backed, but regardless they were wearing on her nerves.
"Shut it, both of you. I won't have a pilot undercutting my authority. Just keep quiet, remember your place. Rennac and I will go find Varus. The rest of you will follow after Taerys, once she scouts out the colony. That's an order.",
She let Six speak, fine to hear her own plans backed, but regardless they were wearing on her nerves.
"Shut it, both of you. I won't have a pilot undercutting my authority. Just keep quiet, remember your place. Rennac and I will go find Varus. The rest of you will follow after Taerys, once she scouts out the colony. That's an order.",
Jackdaw didn't much like that Rennac was having to explain her plan to Six. Even if the infiltrator had made a good point, it was lost to her. Her brow furrowed, but it was beneath the layers of metal, and so Six was met with the blank, red-eyed gaze. Once Rennac had finished, she didn't waste a long-winded explanation. Already she felt she'd said too much, wasted too much breath with words.
"Enough. You have my orders," she said, looking back out to the distance.
"Enough. You have my orders," she said, looking back out to the distance.
Well, kept discrete as we discussed before. Not wiped off, but buried, and set up before the mission, obviously.
Jackdaw looked to Taerys, surprised that she'd actually come down so fast. Tougher than she looked, but she knew that already. At least on the outside, the Varyx girl was hard to hurt.
She felt a bit of a bite when the other issued an order, even if it was a reasonable one. Jackdaw had just begun settling into a commanding role, even if it was only temporary. Her gaze went off into the distance, it wouldn't be hard to track down the general area Varus might have landed in, at least she didn't think so. Her grip on the rifle tightened, and the red eye of her helmet turned back on Taerys.
"Yes, we need to get moving, but we have orders. Ryder, you'll have to carry Hay unless he's capable of walking. Six, you'll go with them. Taerys," she said, pausing for a moment. "You actually have orders, you know your job. Do it. Rennac, you'll be with me, we're going to go find Varus."
She felt a bit of a bite when the other issued an order, even if it was a reasonable one. Jackdaw had just begun settling into a commanding role, even if it was only temporary. Her gaze went off into the distance, it wouldn't be hard to track down the general area Varus might have landed in, at least she didn't think so. Her grip on the rifle tightened, and the red eye of her helmet turned back on Taerys.
"Yes, we need to get moving, but we have orders. Ryder, you'll have to carry Hay unless he's capable of walking. Six, you'll go with them. Taerys," she said, pausing for a moment. "You actually have orders, you know your job. Do it. Rennac, you'll be with me, we're going to go find Varus."
Eeey, welcome new person! Glad to have you around \o/
On a similar note, had this done for a few days, been forgetting to submit it. Also a new character, but for bringing in after the mission:
Name: Emlyn Jyri Ampelios
Gender: Male
Class: Medic
Role: Ground-Team/Crew
Race: Eisan
Race Description: Smooth-skinned reptilian humanoids, generally brightly colored. They’re often fanged, with slit-pupils and long tails. Some bear faint bioluminescence in their eyes, markings on their skin, tongues, and etcetera. Their feet are clawed, and thus they don’t bother with shoes.
Character Description: Emlyn is fairly average for his kind. He’s tall, thin, and his skin is a vibrant cyan with two triangular blue marks under either verdant eye. What he lacks in natural extravagance he makes up artificially; he dawns bright, colorful clothing, and his hair is dressed and shaped and dyed. His tail is longer than he is tall, and is surprisingly unadorned with accessories.
Background: When he was young, Emlyn craved what many children crave, attention. He had no aptitude for sports, but he was lucky enough to be born with a decent voice, and so devoted himself to the thespian arts early on. Perhaps that’s where his knack for lying came from, because once it started, it didn’t stop. He was manipulating his peers from the earliest years of schooling without a second thought.
His anchor was with his adopted sister, Serey. She was only a month his younger, but he milked the “protective older sibling” thing as often as he could. She put up with it though, even got into it sometimes, but deep down they both knew that at the end of the day she was protecting him. When he was ignored, or disregarded, she was his standing ovation, and he never really knew how much that mattered.
He was fifteen when she fell ill, sixteen when she died.
Afterwards, he finished his schooling in silence from home, graduated early, and set a course immediately for medical school. For a few months he remained secluded, but before too long the old itch for the spotlight returned.
Now alone in his endeavors, he was forced to fall back on craftier, more manipulative means. He garnered a mass circle of useful people, masqueraded as friends to some, enemies to others. He was whatever he needed to be to whoever he needed to be it to. From this he accumulated a fair amount of blackmailing material, and his rise up the ladder continued at a swift pace. He ruined the education careers of some, and skyrocketed those of others, all according to what suited him at the time, until at last he graduated –quite early at that.
Despite the bit of foul play, he was skilled. He had a firm grasp on diagnosing various diseases and recognizing some symptoms before they could fully present themselves; though his forte was in treating wounds. There were many famous doctors, MD’s, but he couldn’t quite think of any renowned field-medics. Not that he’d really looked but all the same, it was motivation.
He made a minor name for himself among the wounded, usually soldiers, and through means similar to the ones he’d used in school, his name spread around employers, until the hype he’d created for himself landed him on the recruitment list for the Argent Dawn.
Prior to his shipping out, he tried to have his sister removed from his dossier. However, failing that, he made an arrangement that the information be kept confidential between the captain and himself only.
Once that was settled, all that was left was for him to get there, to be in a role where he would matter, and people would know that he mattered.
Personality: If you asked Emlyn who he was, what he was like, you’d get a different answer every time. Once, he’d have bashfully mumbled one or two things, and his sister would have filled in the blanks. Now though, Emlyn isn’t just one person. Not due to some mental disease, but he simply doesn’t have a stable personality; he changes to fit the situation and people presented to him, perhaps “adaptable” fits him well.
There are a few constants; he’s arrogant, haughty, flashy and more than a tad verbose. He holds grudges to immature lengths, lies as if it were in his blood, and at times has flexible loyalty.
Whatever the old him used to be, or could have been has now been reduced to a bundle of reactions, or a few stutters. That, and the small, garishly pink scarf that never seems to leave his neck.
Proficiencies:
-Healing
-Critical Healing
-Persuasion
-(Extremely) Minor sidearm training
-Tailoring
On a similar note, had this done for a few days, been forgetting to submit it. Also a new character, but for bringing in after the mission:
Name: Emlyn Jyri Ampelios
Gender: Male
Class: Medic
Role: Ground-Team/Crew
Race: Eisan
Race Description: Smooth-skinned reptilian humanoids, generally brightly colored. They’re often fanged, with slit-pupils and long tails. Some bear faint bioluminescence in their eyes, markings on their skin, tongues, and etcetera. Their feet are clawed, and thus they don’t bother with shoes.
Character Description: Emlyn is fairly average for his kind. He’s tall, thin, and his skin is a vibrant cyan with two triangular blue marks under either verdant eye. What he lacks in natural extravagance he makes up artificially; he dawns bright, colorful clothing, and his hair is dressed and shaped and dyed. His tail is longer than he is tall, and is surprisingly unadorned with accessories.
Background: When he was young, Emlyn craved what many children crave, attention. He had no aptitude for sports, but he was lucky enough to be born with a decent voice, and so devoted himself to the thespian arts early on. Perhaps that’s where his knack for lying came from, because once it started, it didn’t stop. He was manipulating his peers from the earliest years of schooling without a second thought.
His anchor was with his adopted sister, Serey. She was only a month his younger, but he milked the “protective older sibling” thing as often as he could. She put up with it though, even got into it sometimes, but deep down they both knew that at the end of the day she was protecting him. When he was ignored, or disregarded, she was his standing ovation, and he never really knew how much that mattered.
He was fifteen when she fell ill, sixteen when she died.
Afterwards, he finished his schooling in silence from home, graduated early, and set a course immediately for medical school. For a few months he remained secluded, but before too long the old itch for the spotlight returned.
Now alone in his endeavors, he was forced to fall back on craftier, more manipulative means. He garnered a mass circle of useful people, masqueraded as friends to some, enemies to others. He was whatever he needed to be to whoever he needed to be it to. From this he accumulated a fair amount of blackmailing material, and his rise up the ladder continued at a swift pace. He ruined the education careers of some, and skyrocketed those of others, all according to what suited him at the time, until at last he graduated –quite early at that.
Despite the bit of foul play, he was skilled. He had a firm grasp on diagnosing various diseases and recognizing some symptoms before they could fully present themselves; though his forte was in treating wounds. There were many famous doctors, MD’s, but he couldn’t quite think of any renowned field-medics. Not that he’d really looked but all the same, it was motivation.
He made a minor name for himself among the wounded, usually soldiers, and through means similar to the ones he’d used in school, his name spread around employers, until the hype he’d created for himself landed him on the recruitment list for the Argent Dawn.
Prior to his shipping out, he tried to have his sister removed from his dossier. However, failing that, he made an arrangement that the information be kept confidential between the captain and himself only.
Once that was settled, all that was left was for him to get there, to be in a role where he would matter, and people would know that he mattered.
Personality: If you asked Emlyn who he was, what he was like, you’d get a different answer every time. Once, he’d have bashfully mumbled one or two things, and his sister would have filled in the blanks. Now though, Emlyn isn’t just one person. Not due to some mental disease, but he simply doesn’t have a stable personality; he changes to fit the situation and people presented to him, perhaps “adaptable” fits him well.
There are a few constants; he’s arrogant, haughty, flashy and more than a tad verbose. He holds grudges to immature lengths, lies as if it were in his blood, and at times has flexible loyalty.
Whatever the old him used to be, or could have been has now been reduced to a bundle of reactions, or a few stutters. That, and the small, garishly pink scarf that never seems to leave his neck.
Proficiencies:
-Healing
-Critical Healing
-Persuasion
-(Extremely) Minor sidearm training
-Tailoring
The Varyx girl would not be afforded much time to herself; as soon as she heard wreckage move and feet touch the ground, Jackdaw turned to see her. Taerys seemed to be looking herself over, which was good, it was less time Jackdaw would have to waste.
"If you're alright, get down here and make yourself useful," she called up.
She'd been thinking of plans since they'd started to crash, and then again after Varus was thrown out. Of course to her they made sense, but back in her mind she knew that if Taerys survived, there'd be a spat in it for her. Which of course, she was absolutely fine with.
"If you're alright, get down here and make yourself useful," she called up.
She'd been thinking of plans since they'd started to crash, and then again after Varus was thrown out. Of course to her they made sense, but back in her mind she knew that if Taerys survived, there'd be a spat in it for her. Which of course, she was absolutely fine with.
Jackdaw nodded, more than willing to differ to Hay's knowledge on healing. Her job was just the opposite, and any time she had to spend on going against her primary teachings was time wasted.
"Keep him steady," she said to Six, and then went back to drag the rest of the medical supplies outside. It took a few minutes, but it got done, and she crouched next to Hay once it was. "You good to handle this?"
Rennac came back over, speaking about the problem again. She listened, though even now that it was important, she still couldn't make out much of it. They were cut off, but she and the others' tech was still functional. That was the gist, that would do for her. "So we don't have a lot of options, we need to find Varus, find what's causing this, then hail the Dawn," she paused then.
Leader. Right now, undisputed -until Taerys emerged that was, she was certain- she was leading. Act like a leader, or at least act reasonably. She cleared her throat again, waving him away. "Erh, good job."
"Keep him steady," she said to Six, and then went back to drag the rest of the medical supplies outside. It took a few minutes, but it got done, and she crouched next to Hay once it was. "You good to handle this?"
Rennac came back over, speaking about the problem again. She listened, though even now that it was important, she still couldn't make out much of it. They were cut off, but she and the others' tech was still functional. That was the gist, that would do for her. "So we don't have a lot of options, we need to find Varus, find what's causing this, then hail the Dawn," she paused then.
Leader. Right now, undisputed -until Taerys emerged that was, she was certain- she was leading. Act like a leader, or at least act reasonably. She cleared her throat again, waving him away. "Erh, good job."
Jackdaw was pleasantly surprised to see the pilot had made it. Or at least whatever the closest thing to pleasantly surprised was with her. She felt a pang of regret that they didn't have a field medic with them, but she had it on good authority that they were having one shipped in soon. Good enough, but not for now.
"Don't know if any of us brought first-aid, or if they survived the crash, but it's worth a shot. He's no good to us if he can't at least stand," she said, and made her way back into the ship.
The supply crates were sealed, and safe, so they had that going for them. When she pried open the nearest one, she was relieved to find a decent amount of medical supplies there, and pulled out what she knew were at least useful items. Her knowledge of medical things was not stellar, but how much could there be to making a splint? She made her way back out and dumped the supplies on the ground, ushering Ryder over with the pilot.
"I can't heal you, this is the best we can do for you until we get back to the Dawn," she said flatly. Probably not what he would want to hear, but that didn't register much with her.
"Don't know if any of us brought first-aid, or if they survived the crash, but it's worth a shot. He's no good to us if he can't at least stand," she said, and made her way back into the ship.
The supply crates were sealed, and safe, so they had that going for them. When she pried open the nearest one, she was relieved to find a decent amount of medical supplies there, and pulled out what she knew were at least useful items. Her knowledge of medical things was not stellar, but how much could there be to making a splint? She made her way back out and dumped the supplies on the ground, ushering Ryder over with the pilot.
"I can't heal you, this is the best we can do for you until we get back to the Dawn," she said flatly. Probably not what he would want to hear, but that didn't register much with her.
Jackdaw turned as Ryder emerged from the wreckage. Good, another able body. All that left was Taerys and the pilot; she found herself almost worried, but quickly swept that out of her mind. Instead she put a finger up to Rennac as if to pause, and looked to Ryder.
"Check the pilot, see if he's alive," she said, keeping her tone light. It wasn't wise to snap at the giant man, and he was far too important in battle for her to risk getting on his bad side when it was easy enough to stay off of it.
Then she turned back to Rennac, and nodded. "Good. Keep it up, you're what we have to figure this out right now," she said.
"Six. Your gear. Is it all intact?"
"Check the pilot, see if he's alive," she said, keeping her tone light. It wasn't wise to snap at the giant man, and he was far too important in battle for her to risk getting on his bad side when it was easy enough to stay off of it.
Then she turned back to Rennac, and nodded. "Good. Keep it up, you're what we have to figure this out right now," she said.
"Six. Your gear. Is it all intact?"
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