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Raven Squad (An Eccentric Military / Spy - Fi RP)

Skye and Laura

The instrument's strings soothed the Highland lady, the sight of Tylar coming in not stopping her, only allowing her to continue playing, a certain confidence in her instrument not affected by the sight of the buff, moving mountain of the team's railgun-carrying heavy.

@Laser Kiwi

Skye remembred picking out Tylar, knowing her psych-eval, knowing what she had come from. The clearance never fully uncovered everything, but Skye knew enough about the programme she had come out of, the creation that CIA affilated team had come through with. No doubt it left some scars on her mentally, and despite her capabilities, there was an element Skye could see she was trying to piece together and grow out of. Like she'd been left as a teenager and grown up, yet not had the emotional complexity and whirlwind that came with finding a flow. It was something she hoped this environment might foster, because her capability in the field was second to none.

Skye stopped playing her fiddle once she finished the piece, by which point the team's railgun-carrying heavy had gotten herself some food, and plenty of it. Giants always seemed to have a relatively bottomless gut, well, apart from Laura, Skye reasoned. She had a black hole for one.
"Thank you! It's a song about home, just an old Gaelic song. Just a little ditty, a friend taught me it when we were younger. I donnae play it much, but it's 'no bad from time to time." Skye softly replied, a wry smirk coming out, her cheeks almost as rose-coloured as her hair, as she gently placed the instrument down, pouring the rest of the glass of the Whisky, crossing her legs over. The rest of the team could be heard on their way, and Skye turned to them.

@BigPapaBelial

Ban had come in while she was playing. The Japanese operative was one that well, divided the crowd. Most intelligence people didn't rate gangsters, criminals or thugs much but Skye knew the code that the Yakuza followed, the sacrafices that were involved were serious- and then the list of the things Ban had done. Ban was an indvidual who possessed talent at killing people, a dark link to an underworld. And he'd suffered for it. The augmentations in his body, let alone the plethoras of tattoos pointed to an indvidual willing to give himself in to a greater cause. Perhaps he had that here to give when his old family left him.

Shit, the way Skye sounded, she seemed to be taking plenty of those in Raven. Though it did make you think, girl without a dad trying to create a team, made up of misfits and people from all over? It seemed oddly like a parallel. Nobody had ever said that, but Skye internally knew how it would look if someone smart enough were to piece it up. They all seemed to have scars, or something with them. Perhaps it was because Skye recognised talent others didn't. Skills and process that others didn't understand. And to fight an odd force you needed odd people. Or....well, you picked the best at what they did, no matter what?

Howard Davis though, he was a legend. A member of the team before Raven, a sniper, hunter and all around Native outdoorsman who seemed at one with nature. The person she wanted back, and getting him was difficult. But worth it, none the less, the confused guards who manned the motor pool confused and puzzled by Howard's disappearance. The greatest game of hide and seek ended when Howard appeared from nowhere, right at the kitchen counter, silently moving inside at the corner of Skye's vision, one she kept wide knowing almost in a game-like fashion would happen.

"Interesting distraction. You baited them with noise and they ran out when they should have been looking right in front of them at the other door. The good old slight of hand trick." Skye merely retorted, smart enough to pick it up while the guards were puzzled. It had kept her alive on many occasion. But then again, Skye knew her operatives. And just what they were capable of.
"Still, would have fooled me." She wryly smirked, hearing Su-Chong follow in.

@VeyrinDay

The other light member of the team, Su-Chong was similar to Ban in some ways, the background as a crook, but then a soldier. A similarly capable girl, Skye knew the Asian-American's past was a tough one, it made her capable in being silent and doing wetwork but it also led to some pretty horrific stuff. Skye had been in that position once, but the torture that Su-Cheong must have gone through sounded like agony in comparsion. A living hell, but she was here. Fighting on. Skye picked her horses for a reason, because they found another gear when they were pushed past the breaking point. Her question was pertient, as she set herself up, Skye chuckling in response.

"That's what our logistics people do. And me, actually. The 4am routine of that versus swimming for me changed lately. Shit, I suppose I'm gettin' soft, or something..." Skye chuckled, as looking to the ponytailed operative, knowing that as many questions as Su-Cheong had, always wanting to validate the authority, Skye knew she would deliver. It was her job, after all.

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Last for now but not least, Laura Zeiss, that was one Skye always knew was a wildchild. A giantess in the sense that even next to Tylar and Oliver, she towered and coupled to her mass, it just made her look like an absolute crane of a human being.

She was also fucking crazy.

"Mein gott, is that whisky I smell? Skye, are you treating us?"

Laura sounded almost like an overexcited labrador, waltzing over, the big girl literally running all that mass over onto one of the beanbags, comedically coming down like a pallet of bricks had fell on the thing. How it didn't explode with the foam balls going everywhere was beyond anyone, Skye guessing her spec sheet for "resilient materials" had made it through when asking how the lounge might need to be setup. She sighed, brushing her hair aside from her face, sitting up and looking up everyone, excitable as ever, aware Su-Cheong had walked past while she was in the gym.

"For a job well done. Grab yourselves a glass everyone. It's well deserved. You all did a good job, thanks to what you did, we avoided a serious geopolitical shitstorm. For a moment. Let's not get bogged down in details though....let's just enjoy this for now!" Skye replied, then addressing the rest of the team, aware there were a couple more that would come soon, and letting them drop in before they all could all go through the bottle.

Raven Squad (An Eccentric Military / Spy - Fi RP)

@VeyrinDay

Shit, totally forgot to mention something about the staffing on the island - I've added it into the IC! (TLDR there's a few support staff NPCs on the other side of the isle including an engineering, vehicle maintainance, logistics and general purpose signal intel team, stuff gets brought in periodically- that includes everything the team needs.)

@Gunther

I'd put them more a blend of the "Pilots" from Titanfall 2 (whose setup for combat/lore I fucking adore) - and perhaps the exos from COD Advanced Warfare on top of what you mention. Pretty much the idea of a character that can carry a fuckload of momentum but still carry a decent arsenal- the exo basically just helping to lift the weight that comes with taking a versatile loadout.

Raven Squad (An Eccentric Military / Spy - Fi RP)

@Gunther

Happy with that, a very interesting foil to Skye almost in a way! Feel free to put that in chars and post in IC too.

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@Bee

Have a think and have a look- if you're up for this it'd be good to have you (all slots are filled, but I'm curious what you may have in mind!).

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@Bee

AYYOOOOOOO

You're welcome in- what were you thinking if you were up for it?

Raven Squad (An Eccentric Military / Spy - Fi RP)

IC is up!

@BigPapaBelial@Laser Kiwi@VeyrinDay@Jamesyco

I've put Skye in the rec room (kinda set it up as the team having food together and maybe some drinks after a job well done) - and Laura in the gym doing what heavies do best- being complete gym bros. Pick one of those and it should roll into a setting where the team comes together. Alternatively- have them do something really silly, I mean if they want to skydive in or do something wild, be my guest.

It's a heavier post but it's a nice opportunity to let the banter flow- our team knows each other a little but not deeply, so they're getting to know the quirks and weird-ities of each other (and very much what they are pulled to and not so much...)

As I hint there, there's a lot of room for what you want

Raven Squad (An Eccentric Military / Spy - Fi RP)

Somewhere off the coast of Corsica



They called it La Source. Or in other words, the HQ for Raven Squad, the crystal-clear waters of the Med and the rocky granite-sandstone of the Corsican shore revealing a small island off the big island's mainland itself, like so many here, a beautiful little spot in the setting evening sun.

They called it home more than that, and it was a unique one at that. An old French naval facility built into the side of a cliffside, the base occupied the small island's perimeter but looked striking at that. It was built by the Nazis in the Second World War but found to be of no use for a local naval station after 30 years in service, so was quietly aquired by someone to be put to something else, Skye had to guess. Then most likely passed to Raven Squad as their little base of operations, home for them to use. Remodelled and remade into the home base for a team that might need to be anywhere at a given notice, and so they needed a place that they could call their own. The inner concrete walls were painted a striking white and grey, and looked modern, in spite of the old appearance of the facility.

The facility had five storeys to it, including the cave that the base was built on top of that had the calm water sitting inside it with various boats, and from there, the second storey being the largest with a deep cavern that multi-tasked as a multi-purpose training area, shooting range and armoury for the team. The team's gym was located there, with a cut-off area for the team's heavies, who altogether used equipment that was totally different- kettlebells and concrete blocks that looked more at home to be lifted by forklift rather than by people. The third storey had the team's accomodation, a series of indiviual quarters, the fourth a rec and lounge room with a panoramic view that incorperated a kitchen and bar, and the fifth, well, partly the property of Skye and partly the briefing rooms. A large helipad sat at the top of the cliffside, hidden from the sea by a rock formation and a stout lighthouse that lay barren inside, the helipad hosting their V22 Osprey as well as a small hangar-like building that contained a fairly exotic vehicle pool that could be loaded in or taken down onto a boat. The rest of the island wasn't large- it was more a lump of rock in the ocean, maybe a mile squared in size, but it was empty and mostly just rocks and hardy dunes. The small encampment for rotational support staff, ranging from techs for the vehicles and V22, logistics teams and various SIGINT postings finished up La Source as a location.

It was everything an evil genius would love. Lucky the people who wanted to stop those sorts had it to themselves. Any locals or tourists must have thought it was some billionaire's little palace, because nobody would have assumed it made any sense beyond the cove at the bottom and the fancy looking one-way glass of the rec room and well, Raven Squad's team leader.

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Skye idled back and forth, the room she called her own at the top gently catching the sunlight through the panoramic window. It was rather impressive- the rock built into the concrete of the walls, decorated in a modern aesthetic that made it look like any high-end room in London, with modern tech across the walls. Not many secret lairs had this going for it, but well, it came with spendng an awful lot of time here. Not that it made much difference to the fact it was effectively cut-off from the world, as she took a breath, looking across to the phone on the table across from her, taking the small device and unlocking it with a thumbprint, loading up the voice recorder. She touched the glass of the windowpane, turning to the recorder as she switched it on.

"Well, I may as well carry it on....because this gig seems to be working. Said I'd keep a note for myself to keep my mental state in check. So....the second operation was good, though it didn't go perfectly. Rescued the Mexican President and the world has no idea it even happened. Bit more collateral than we expected...and fuck, there's paperwork to do. Lot of it. But I guess it worked. My exo's booster came in fucking handy leaping a wall.....though I'm gonna ask Laura to dial back the counter-land because it dropped me like a fridge. Plus everyone's safe and sound, we got El Presidente herself out of there. But well...fuck, it was them wasn't it?

"I've had run ins with Black Flag before, they're on a different level. Anarchist, dangerous, and worse, looking like they want some new world order. And actually having the people to go along with it, and the tech. They had a Class Two automated mech on site, ten feet of pure shit that took a lot of work to sort out. Scary bastards, and well...I suppose that's why the tech is so good that we get. A company of men wouldn't have had a chance against that. So Black Flag then...their formation out of Artemis Group, another organisation that wanted the same thing as them, and the tale I got spun by Doctor Malik tells me they've been close before to what they wanted. Oracle said they'll be weakened by it for a while, but it will come back. Gotta find more ways of fucking them up and being the world's emergency services a bit more. Cohesion is good, and the team did well. Still strange fuckers of course, but they're...well, they're the family I guess we all have now. Laura being the fucked up aunt of us all. So yep, not bad... Skye, you have got this in the bag.

But the paperwork, that can fuck right off."

With that, Skye chuckled and cut the recording, sighing as she looked out the window at the sunset on the horizon, her thoughts at least a lot lighter now, her sultry and gentle Scottish tones both the light and dark. An accent that took time to get used to, but once you did it was the accent that stayed with you.

Skye's intelligence and general attitude painted a picture of a nearly unstoppable force of nature, someone warm, friendly, happy, and more than that, capable of leadership. But she'd had no father figure from a young age, and learned to trust almost nobody. Or nobody to spill out to, not properly, at least. Warm and caring she was, and willing who she was to anyone, but the total irony was, she couldn't tell anyone her deepest, darkest fears. The things that turned over in her head and if she didn't tell anyone, felt like she would implode with. It was paradoxical because anyone who met her, even deep analysed her psych profile saw someone who didn't stop and dealt with it through a phenominal cognative ability, able to just learn by intuition and absorption. So Skye found it was a reassuring way to play things over in private, it was just catharsis, even sometimes not listening back over her recorded diary. Her team needed strength in its' lead, and not concern or doubt. This was her way of getting that out of the system, because the moment she stopped record, she was back to normal.

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Taking a small briefcase with her from a coffee table in the room, she headed out, the red-haired Scot wearing a pair of outdoorsy-looking trousers and a navy-blue t-shirt, her vibrantly red hair bunched up. Skye's contrasts seemed to continue, the Scot wearing no make-up but remaining as bright as ever, a few freckles dotting her face and a small scar that ran along her cheekbone, a reminder of the line of work she sometimes ended up in. She felt like getting away from her own isolation and getting back to where everyone might be- and well, thought to take the contents of the case with her. The team were likely slowly assembling after a rest day Skye's own routine was finished long ago, a long biathalon around the bay, swimming and running up around the small island of their home, coupled to a strength-training routine in her calandar for today. She did fancy some food too, but knew that the team had some plans to hang about downstairs too, and she'd nudged them all that way after they were done in the armoury, gym, or doing whatever they did on their rest days.

The Scottish team lead took that opportunity to head downstairs, taking the lift to get the the the rec room, a spatious, airy lounge with a bar and kitchen in one corner, beanbags, chairs and sofas scattered about and a feeling of generally being opened out. It was empty for now, but no doubt more would turn in soon. For a small squad that was Raven, it was luxury, and a calming presence as she headed over to one of the tables, pinging a message of where she was to the team in their encrypted chat, some people opting for watches, others keeping it on a secured phone. She headed to the cooler, and finding a bottle, she found hers, in another case that she could draw. A '81 Single Malt, Islay Whisky. A glass of that on the table for her, a gentle wick to start her off, and she felt more in the mood. That and for the rest of the team to have, because well, a job well done was to be rewarded. With that, she opened the other case she'd brought down, which revealed a cherry oak fiddle, an instrument she treasured very much, as leaning against the wall, she began to find her tune. A Scots instrument that scored home, literally every loch, mountain and valley felt like this had it playing when she was back in her head. A tune she knew might bring a few people in, given the door was open, and get them all together.

Fiddle

For a moment, she wasn't on a Corsican island. She was home, and it always felt like it took the edge off her mental state, a quiet solace that she could sooth into.

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Meanwhile, Laura was finishing up in the gym, and well, lobbing what appeared to be a smoothed out kettlebell at a netting, the ball around 80kg that she picked up and carried from one side to another. It was like playing with a shot put but lobbing a piece of concrete that could probably knock most people over, as she threw another once again, the huge weight bouncing from the netting which was made of something ludicrous to take the heat. Exhaling, she puffed a long sigh of relief, the team's armourer taking a moment to compose herself and wipe the sweat from her face with her paw-like hand, the last of the routine for now. Not much of her left anything to the imagination when she wore a red gym bra and shorts, and in all honesty, she didn't care. She kinda liked being a big deal, no matter who was seeing it. I mean, it was hardly like they were strangers, they were the team, the guys....and if they really didn't, what would they do, tell Skye they didn't like it? She giggled internally at the idea, knowing full well she wouldn't care. The team's armourer was no less capable in a fight, and while she had a backroom role for now, it suited her just fine being the techy girl and getting to try her shit out without setting fire to....wait, why was it Skye said this time? Eh, it didn't matter.

Showering off after finishing her routine, she emerged and got dressed, putting on a cardigan and a pair of tight jeans, and seeing the message prop up on her phone, Laura would promptly would be point of reference for anyone that was going up from the gym or the arsenal, making her way to the lift and waiting for it. The German giant seemed very insular for the moment being, the calm before the storm, or perhaps her just being a bit pooped from throwing a large ball of concrete like it was a football from her cannon like arms. That fire in her eyes was always there mind, always going through. Always a loose cannon, and she'd never have it any other way. Brushing her hair back, the German giant could feel her stomach grumble, and the sooner she got some food down, the less hangry she was gonna be.

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@Gunther

Holy shit, that's a name I haven't seen in ages!

Good to see you're interested from the int check post.

I think what you say is about right- your approach will help though for sure. It's more game-like and if anything, takes inspiration from DnD and plays it a little more loose. It's a bit more action film absurdity and allows for even a few ideas from spy-fi, sci-fi and technology that allow basically things to go to the next level than a regular silly military RP- upping the stakes and the characters that have to follow that level of bravado. It's fairly real though- and while not being critical in the geopolitical sense, it "feels" familiar that it would be close enough to our world, and the places aren't totally science fiction.

Happy to have you take another medium- you're welcome to take it how you like, the class description is a rough starting point but you can do a lot with it.

@Laser Kiwi

CS accepted- just finish up Likes/Dislikes and it's rock and roll.

IC post is incoming in 30 minutes! It's a long one so don't feel the need to mirror me- I've got to start with the world building and giving you all an idea of Raven Squad's home, though of course that will get developed out over time.

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Will get us up and running tomorrow evening. Like the Pink Panther, it starts slow to set the scene but it'll get fun quickly.

Laura joins the crew, and well, she adds a character that's a little more chaotic to the mix.

We've got another CS getting added later today replacing Laura- but the latter will still be around as a minor character!

Raven Squad (An Eccentric Military / Spy - Fi RP)

Laura Zeiss

Name: Laura Anna-Sophia Zeiss

Callsign: Big Bertha

Age: 27

Apperance:

Laura is no way around this word, massive. Standing at over seven foot (7"2), her height is one thing but her power is another. Laura's workout routine has chiseled her and pushing a car over onto its side is small bother to her. Safe to say she's merciless in hand to hand- it's not cardio, but pure power, the sort a strongman would have and what she works on. Yet her like of schnitzel and wurst (the dirty jokes start here) has led to her uhh....how do we put this?

(Volume Warning)

Almost elegantly plump, the shape she has is not a lanky tall giantess but a well-rounded, unit of one. Some people even say they've truly come close to understanding just how vast her....assets are. Those people are lying, because they'd be dead if they got close and got to brag.

Remember, that's without almost 250kg of armour on. We'll get to that bit later.

Her lightly brunette hair is left flowing, and she has gentle blue eyes, as if she wasn't German enough. Her face in spite of her gigantism is relatively normal, charming even. She has a burn along her right cheek, making that much more red than her other side, ironically through a childhood. A tattoo of an Germanic heraldry Eagle is across her shoulder and back, indicative of her roots, the only ink she has chosen to have.

Outside of her armour, Laura seems to have a variety of clothing, often wearing an over-sized T-shirt and jeans, often with a pair of old military boots that are specially made for her- her choices are more limited than the rest of the team but she has plenty of choices nonetheless.

Nationality: German

Skills:

-Armoured Pyro:

Laura can take 12.7mm and even 20mm shots, small arms pinging off her suit like nothing. Taking cover behind her is a good tactic- because she can usually reply to the fire she is taking with more than enough of her own. But even more frighteningly, she can lay waste with fire to areas in front of her. While electricity, plasma or railgun based weaponry might be coming to fore, nothing scares the utter shit out of people than high-octane flamethrower juice, specially tuned by Laura.

-Brute:

Laura is relentless in CQC- she's trained in Krav Maga and to be honest, what she has made work for her to be a bear in a CQC situation. Approaching her as a non-heavy is basically a suicide mission - unless you're good, she's brutal in close quarters and doesn't let up.

-Adaptable

Laura is a tank, when suited-up and a Heavy. But out of the armor, she is still incredibly hard to take out. It would take almost a whole magazine of an AK to stop her dead without body armor she thinks, and she is very, very hard to kill indeed- almost comedically (wonder why..). This, combined with the fact that she has some level of stealth-training when unarmored means that she isn't totally useless at being quiet. Though holy shit, it's an act of comedy in itself. She's not stupid- crazy and disobedient she may be, she knows what it takes to not die and to find other ways to get the job done.

-Combat Engineer:

Laura has a certain type of specialism with explosives and engineering on the battlefield. She has lots, and lots of C4 on her person, putting the "Combat" into Combat Engineering. She has hidden it of course, to stop her from being blown apart if shot- and can pretty much take a small destroyer out with. It does go the other way too- defusing bombs is something she can do, and with a cutaway element of her gloves, she can quickly become the team's EOD. Probably for the best her ass is on the line too, most would argue.

-Armourer:

Laura acts as the team's full time armourer, . The Heavies of the team benefit for a purpose-

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History:

A daughter to a East German Stasi Colonel.

A grand-daughter to an actual SS Major.

A great-grand-daughter to a mustache-twirling Count in the German Empire.

And probably beyond that, a whole load of people who probably wheeled, dealed and killed people in Saxony for the last thousand years and did so no matter who owned them.

Laura Zeiss's family history is the sort that the more you look at it, the more it might make sense that a German girl who wants to go fight and make her own place in history makes sense. There's some bad motherfuckers in her past, literally.

Yet Laura is so, so much more than that, and from the day she was born, she literally was bigger than that.

Laura was born with a rare genetic disorder that correlates closely to gigantism, albeit without the less debilitating facts. From day one, Laura was told she'd have to work hard to overcome disability. This shaped a lot of her life- she was a flare lit, and told to enjoy life given she'd likely die early. Some would say enjoy a meaningful life, Laura interpreted that as burn as hard as you can, as fast as you can. Sometimes, as she did in her later life, literally.

She was laughed at at the private boarding school she attended in Swizterland that she was sent to by her parents at young age given her abnormality, but would often be able to beat up boys with no fuss at all. When they shredded up her dolls, she only went and burnt down their dorm. Twice. Her love for setting things alight was clear and Laura became feared, not mocked. She worked out and overrid the problems that came with gigantism by basically becoming a gym girl. Pumping iron, and building herself up. She won multiple strongwoman competitions aged 17, at which point she hit seven foot. Few women in history have been that tall, but in spite of that, she stayed relatively under the radar by choice, keeping a close circle of friends. She found herself attracted to both genders, finding that with her size and her freedom to do whatever she liked, she'd have any taste she wanted.

She remained distant from her family throughout, her siblings normal, clever, erudite little boys and girls that would party and have a normal life. Laura knew she'd never have anything like it- and hasn't kept much in contact since leaving. I mean, not a bad idea when your other nickname at school is "Commie Nazi" and Laura was not really either of those things.

Upon finishing school, she went to university in Vienna, Austria. She qualified as an Engineer, believe it or not (okay, it was Chemical Engineering, she wanted to set more shit on fire), and she got directly into the German Army as in logistics and combat engineering. She was a total misfit, but the higher ups realised that she was no good at just fixing things and blowing things up, but doing it virtually alone. Break Health and Safety rules literally in two with her bare hands, make shit happen through fear and some clever welding. A loose cannon but one that was too clever, too capable and too versatile. A few whispers in the intelligence community in Germany and after putting her through an intensive course, she was utillised as a specialist unit. And of course, such a girl could only get one callsign- Big Bertha. The artillery shell that the Allies in WW1 saw make crates like small asteroids in the Somme. She was trained in how to use heavy weaponry, and she made some herself, as well as oddly enough, learning the basics of working quietly when it was needed. Laura sometimes had to burn everything to the ground, but sometimes, for someone of her size, killing quietly is possible. In Laura's wise words, the more questions you ask about the methods a seven foot giantess needs to kill people, the more likely you might be to get them. She worked alone, and trained up on a variety of tactics, learned to depend on herself to get through any firefight. She also ended up being a bit of a craftswoman- engineering, tooling and putting together equipment for herself that she could use in combat.

She was the first recipient of a prototype THICC system, a trial run through EU defense conglomarates that while working on exos that needed a proof of concept for an armoured suit that would be less mechanical and more like a muscle-based system to improve movement. Enter a girl that literally needed heavy armour that fit that purpose- and some back and forth, she got what she wanted, exact to spec. Prior armour programmes focussing on just a giant's strength alone. And well, the rest as they say, is history. Her service record, never disclosed, revealed operations that people thought were entire special forces squad, conducted by just one crazy German. Laura was approached quietly by Skye knowing full well what a team like Raven needed- and that they could augment her ability even further. Giants are incredibly rare, military trained ones that are clever enough to engineer things, even more so. While Skye wished Laura wasn't a crazy, disobedient wildcard, you play the hand you've got before someone like Laura starts thinking of working for anyone with money.

That said, Laura isn't used in combat- she's kept as an ace in the hole, used for operations that require a flamer who can be slightly unpredictable. Rather unusually, Laura works as the team's armourer, and sets up the team's heavies primarily- putting her know-how and engineering talent to good use to also work on other aspects of the team's technical capabilities.

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Personality:

If Laura was as volatile as the flame tank she carries into the fight, she'd be blown up a long time ago. A cool collected and very efficient engineering German on one side, a wild, totally freaky girl on the other side, Laura doesn't have boundaries and isn't exactly sane. She is loud, proud, and well, does as she likes- she hates rules and frankly makes her own. While kind and nice to all those around her, it definitely comes across in a very, very odd way- but she cares from a place of heart and understands about doing the right thing. Her ingenuity is different to Skye's- she seems to be resourcesful with tools and can MacGyver things into will, usually in a very chaotic way. What can't be done with that can be done with brute force, and Laura doing violence to appliance with all her size is usually something you run for cover from. She's a great drinking friend, though it may take her a lot, the concequences are frightening of that too. Her pyromania is also quite clear, and it's almost at this point a running gag- if it moves or happens to be not a target, she's setting fire to it unless told not to. The same goes for her drive, hell, even her approach to people, it is manic and disorderly, almost as if all the power has gone to her head a bit. All aside from Skye are going to get some of her manic, oddball personality, whether it be efficient German or the full crazy big girl.

You are guaranteed fun with Laura, but holy shit, it's going to be chaotic and mad.

Tactical Suit:

The Tactical Heavy Intervention and Close Combat, or as everyone who will call it in reality, the THICC suit, is six inches of liquid body armour, nanofiber weave, kevlar and dragonskin plating backed by a titanium and carbon-fiber anti-blast membrane coating, with a loose layer of comfy fire-retardant composite and Nomex at the base. A matt black suit, though the lining is blue velvet, just to make it extra comfy. Built specifically to Laura's standards, among heavy armour suits, it's a unique propostion given it isn't as robotic or squared off, but flowy and curved...accordingly. A layer of actuated muscles help the suit out instead of an exoskeleton, though Laura does most of the lifting. An internal ventilation system airs the suit and stops it becoming as hot as the outside, though it can be battened down to CBRN standards. Armoured up it can take almost all small arms, including .50 and even a handful of 20mm rounds- the gas-mask come helmet less so, but it still offers a high level of protection.

A heavy pair of tactical boots take the weight of the suit, while a pair of heatproof armoured gauntlets woven into the suit keep her cool while using her flamethrower alongside an insulating layer on her front. The suit also has an in-built low-level AI system, built into the suit's gas mask / helmet interface, with an interactive HUD and monitoring software. The gas mask is a full face model, with an highly-armoured core and two classic holes, with a filter (think Pyro). A PDA on her arm helps with anything her blinking and voice commands won't do. A Trophy System helps with stopping projectiles that could turn her into a BBQ on feet, and a mini-missile system for light AT, AA and smoke-screen purposes.

The suit does however, translate the user inside's movements quite directly out across the suit given the liquid-gel content of the armour's anti-blast composition (ie the bit that means she can survive getting blown up). The suit is modelled on her following her proportions, no less, it amplifies it given the armour's depth. Remember what was mentioned above? Your imagination can fill the blanks, ya' filthy animals.

And yes, Laura did ask for that. The logic being, well, it's hardly like anyone outside of her team is going to know, right?

There's no obvious etchings or markings on the suit, but Laura won't tell you what there is unless you ask nicely. Or, find out the hard way...

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Weapons:

Carried:

Custom-Made Flamethrower + 2x Backpack Fuel Tanks

Shoulder-Mounted:
Trophy System (Left)
Mini-Missile System (Right)

Sidearms:
2x H&K MP7A2s

2x Unica 6 Revolvers

Equipment:

CS Gas Grenades (2x)
V40 Clsuter Frags (2x)

Hobbies: Skydiving, Weightlifting, Strongwoman Comps, Metalworking, Drinking,

Likes: Metal, Classical Music, Spontaniety, Fire, German Beer and Wurst

Dislikes: Boring People, Rules, Paperwork to do with "Collateral Claims", French Beer, IEDs wired in Sudan