FrostedCaramel

Attack on Titan: Somnium

I'll be posting once it's no longer 5:30 in the morning around four hours from now, until then I look forward to what everyone can get posted before me.

Attack on Titan: Somnium

Emil Burton

Appearance:

Name: Emil Burton
Nickname (if any): None
Age (age after two year timeskip): 17
Height: 160cm (5'2")
Weight: 59kg (130lbs)

Short Bio (pre-colossal titan): Abandoned at birth, Emil grew up in the care of an orphanage within the Shiganshina district. Being taught to read and write at a young age by the caretakers of the orphanage as well as being fed regularly, apart from being an orphan Emil grew up a relatively normal life. Once old enough to be allowed to leave the orphanage during the day on his own Emil began to fall in with the older crowd of kids that he lived every day with. They made games of chasing one another through the streets and between the crowds at markets, and as Emil got more comfortable with the city and the older boys he began to follow them on the less acceptable activities they enjoyed outside the orphanage.

Emil learned to pick pockets from the older boys, quickly falling into stealing purses and change from the pockets of market goers in order to buy snacks and sweets for himself and his friends. On top of the pick-pocketing the older boys also began to show Emil how it was that they managed to get away from people so easily if they were caught. By using the buildings to their advantage. After years of running on rooftops and climbing around Shiganshina Emil developed an amazing sense of spacial awareness, able to judge distances and speeds required to make jumps from one roof to another as easily as second nature and being acutely aware of anything that he could use to his advantage in moving through the rooftop and alleyway environments that he spent most of his time in outside of the orphanage.

Following the attack on Wall Maria, Emil was separated from his group of orphans and ended up living on the streets of a city within wall Rose, pick pocketing to survive. He was caught by the Stationary Guard two years later and was given the choice of either serving time in a state run jail making big rocks into smaller rocks or join the military. He chose the military, figuring that a life breaking rocks was worse than running with the low possibility of being eaten alive.

Personality: Emil meets many of the core facets to be considered, psychologically, an introvert. Preferring solidarity over company and the peace of his mind over the musings of others. This is not to say that he doesn't like people, he is actually a very amiable person. Easy to talk to and can be considered a friend by most who know him, he would just prefer after a long day of interacting with others that he is left to himself. He actively attempts to avoid confrontations, and is never the one that will be stepping in to break them up, in fact he is more likely to be the one to simply melt into the background and disappear which has been noted as a possible factor that may cause problems in his future military career in regards to possible cowardice and in the worst case, desertion.

Stats -
• Physical Strength: 5
• Speed: 17
• Teamwork: 3
• Leadership: 0
• Skill (gear): 25

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Squad 9
Squad 9 is one of the more dependable Squads of the Garrison stationed within Trost, with a high level of teamwork and a track record of being frequently used to cover the entrance and exit of the Survey Corps from the district along with a handful of assists under their belt with the help of other more experienced Squads, Squad 9 is considered to be one of the elite within Trost. They are listed under the plan for if the Colossal Titan appears in the district as an interchangeable squad, experienced enough to help lead the desperate defense that will take place in the Vanguard and to help boost morale of the soldiers stationed there, or elite enough to be placed in the Rear Guard to catch any Titans that slip past the first two lines.

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Lukas Greiser

Appearance:

Name: Lukas Greiser

Age: 25

Branch of Service: 100th Training Corps -> Garrison

Years of Service: Year 836-839 (100th Training Corps), Year 839— (Garrison)

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Height: 6'

Weight: 186 lbs

Hair Color: Light Brown

Eye Color: Light Blue

Complexion: Pale Olive

Body Composition: Muscular

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Short Bio:

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Lukas was born in the Karanese District on the Eastern edge of Wall Rose. The third child of his parents Julian and Katharina Greiser, Lukas grew up living a rather uninteresting life with his family in Karanese.

Unfortunately Lukas seemed to gain the least useful traits when compared to his two older siblings, Lea and Jonas who were not only gifted in their school work but always seemed to be respectful and willing to help with any chores around the house. Lukas on the other hand was constantly finding himself in trouble with his teachers, shirking chores, and being generally disrespectful to his family and elders much to the dismay of his parents. As Lukas grew his problems only worsened, as he frequently skipped school and snuck out of the house to wonder the streets of Karanese until his parents had finally had enough of his disrespectful nature and did what they thought best to straighten their youngest child out.

They signed him up to join the military. At the time it seemed like a perfectly sane idea. There was no way their under-achiever of a son would land in the top ten in order to embarrass the family in the inner-cities, and there was no way in hell the boy would willing join the Survey Corps after being forcefully enlisted, and that was if he made it through the tough three year training regiment. They had figured he would likely drop out of the training and return home, beaten into obedience and with a new outlook on just how fortunate he was. But these hopes did not go quite as planned.

Lukas ended up making his way through all three years of training, coming out a changed person, far more obedient than before and with a new outlook on just how fragile life could be after learning of the Titans true nature throughout his three years training. Although not top ten in the class, he did manage to score rather well and was seen as a cadet that would be a capable soldier which in turn drew the eyes of the Survey Corps. In true Lukas fashion he shot down the eager offer from the Scouts to join them and instead joined the Garrison, where he ended up being stationed in the Krolva District on the East of Wall Rose from 839 to 844 when he is transferred to Shiganshina.

For the next year Lukas spent his time getting to know many of the Garrison members stationed in Shiganshina and had even taken a bet to dangle with his maneuver gear mere meters above the Titans hands, of which he won, and also found himself up against a military tribunal for reckless use of military assets. He did not win the tribunal and was demoted over the incident with a forfeiture of pay. Although this never ended up going through the proper bureaucratic lines as the fall of Shiganshina was just a few weeks after his tribunal ended.

Present for the revival of Hell on Earth that was Shiganshina after the wall was destroyed, Lukas found himself facing down the Titans with a squad he was still relatively new to and people that were less than enthusiastic to throw their lives away at the hands of the Titans, of which Lukas wholeheartedly agreed. However his squad pressed the attack, manning to down two titans before losing three of their own to an abnormal Titan. Lukas and his surviving teammate made a hasty withdrawal to the wall and were witness to the destruction of the inner gate by the Armored Titan. From there they evacuated from Shiganshina to Wall Rose via horse.

In the following years Lukas has found himself permanently stationed in the district of Trost. His experiences in Shiganshina found him change even more as a person, taking on his care for the lives of those around him as he saw just how easy it was to lose such things and how easily they were taken for granted while they were right in front of you. In the year 847 Lukas has settled down with his wife Lena in the middle of Trost, close to the Headquarters building and they are currently trying for a child.

Personality: Blunt and caring don't tend to be two words that are put in the same sentence, and yet that is how the majority of Lukas's squad would describe him. He shows genuine concern for the well-being of his soldiers, whether it be from problems at home, within the military, or just life in general, Lukas is the squad leader that will go out of his way to offer his help and support in whatever it is that is going on with his soldiers as well as random soldiers around him. Although this is where the blunt part of his description comes into play. Lukas does not tread lightly in what he says, instead jumping right to the point no matter if it may not have been the most surgical way of going about things, which depending on the situation may land Lukas with some angered looks or a black eye.

Not one to shy away from friendly conversation or banter, Lukas enjoys the company of others and will actively seek out interesting conversation in order to keep himself entertained thanks to his short attention span when not doing work.

Stats:

Hider

• Physical Strength: 8
• Speed:9
• Teamwork: 12
• Leadership: 10
• Skill (gear): 11

Evi Edwards

Appearance:

Hider

Credit

Name: Evi Edwards
Age: 24

Branch of Service: 100th Training Corps -> Garrison

Years of Service: Year 836-839 (100th Training Corps), Year 839— (Garrison)

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Height: 5'5"

Weight: 136 lbs

Hair Color: Orange

Eye Color: Light Orange

Complexion: Pale

Body Composition: Fit

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Short Bio:

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Hailing from a town just outside of and to the South of the District of Stohess, Evi was born the only child to her two parents Elizabeth and Trevor Edwards. She grew up in a rather quiet town, where all the kids went to school, there was work for all the adults, and the threat of titans seemed to be a world away from how they lived. Throughout her schooling the girl didn't have very many friends, as her distrusting nature and harsh tones tended to send most of the kids running. But she did make close friends with a boy named Martin Flynt.

The two grew up together, fighting off bullies and spending most of their spare time with the other. Until one day they finished their schooling and were left with the important decision of deciding what they would do for a living. Martin suggested joining the military, to get out of their small town and see the rest of the world, to live in a never-ending adventure. Call it childish optimism or the blissful ignorance of their early lives in such a safe area but Evi agreed and the two enlisted in the military much to the dismay of their parents.

At the age of thirteen both Evi and Martin found themselves thrust into the cruel world of being soldiers. Their experiences in boot camp far harder than they had ever expected, and their hometown location from so close to Wall Sina brought many unwanted looks and unwelcome fights from those who lived farther out in the walls. However the two persevered and graduated training together, with her scores not high enough to be in the top ten and with neither of them being quite enthusiastic enough to join the Survey Corps both opted to join the Garrison.

Evi and Martin ended up being stationed together in Trost and were present to help with the massive influx of refugees when Wall Maria fell. Since the fall of Wall Maria the Garrison has stepped up its training and increased the quality of its soldiers in preparation for when the Colossal Titan makes another appearance. Evi has benefited greatly from Garissons "revival" after the fall of the wall, greatly honing her skills with her 3DMG and becoming the most skilled with it in her squad. The training in preparation for the Colossal Titan to reappear have also seen her and Squad 9 gain a high level of teamwork with one another.

Personality: Evi is hard to get to know. Tending to be openly hostile to those that have yet to gain her trust or respect and pushing them away from her in the process, making it even harder to become close to her. For those that do gain her trust she is a nice enough person to be around, even if her comments come off as snarky and condescending she truly means no harm, it's just how she has always spoken. The pessimist of Squad 9, she isn't afraid to voice her concerns on anything that she doesn't think will go well, which tends to be just about anything the men in the squad can cook up.
Stats:

Hider

• Physical Strength: 5
• Speed: 12
• Teamwork: 14
• Leadership: 0
• Skill (gear): 19

Martin Flynt

Appearance:

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Credit

Name: Martin Flynt
Age: 24

Branch of Service: 100th Training Corps -> Garrison

Years of Service: Year 836-839 (100th Training Corps), Year 839— (Garrison)

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Height: 6'

Weight: 166 lbs

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Hazel

Complexion: Pale

Body Composition: Fit

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Short Bio:

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Born to parents Samuel and Erika Flynt in the same town as Evi Edwards, Martin grew up an easy life with just one younger brother. He attended school and made great friends with the girl that all the rest seemed to shy away from, being able to see through her hard outer shell and reach to the person within.

The two fought bullies, jumped in creeks, and ran through the woods together until it came time to graduate. Taking a page from Evi's book of unpredictability Martin suggested to the girl that they join the military, to see the world outside of their small town and to go on what would be a rather interesting adventure to tell people about when they were older. Much to his surprise Evi agreed, and the two shipped off to the Cadet Corps together. Scoring high enough in the class to land as number ten of the top ten, Martin was urged to join the Military Police by many of his fellow cadets, but instead opted for the Garrison in order to not be separated from Evi.

Stationed with Evi in Trost following their graduation, Martin was witness to the refugee crisis that followed the fall of the walls and was almost selected as one of the many soldiers that left Wall Rose to escort the suicidal culling of the populace by the crown that was the failed attempt at reclaiming Wall Maria.

Since then the Garrison has stepped up its commitment to the people within the walls and has once again joined the Scouting Legion as the only two reliable branches of the military. Martin has made massive gains in his teamwork since the Garrison began its frequent training for if the Colossal Titan ever reappears and as of now works extremely well with Squad 9, and even better so with Evi.

Personality: Martin is not a confrontational person, avoiding arguments and fights as much as he can, but when he is pulled into one or is forced to fight he has no reservations to do so. Friendly and easy to interact with, he is the exact opposite of his long time friend and squad mate Evi. Seen as the calm to Evi's storm Martin tends to be the one to deescalate situations she is involved in or even explain to others what Evi is trying to convey with her harsh words. The mediator of Squad 9, Martin is level-headed and willing to try out just about anything that falls within the realm of possibility when it comes to ideas from the other guys.
Stats:

Hider

• Physical Strength: 11
• Speed: 9
• Teamwork: 14
• Leadership: 3
• Skill (gear): 13

Fathi Amir

Appearance:

Hider

Credit

Name: Fathi Amir

Age: 19

Branch of Service: 102nd Training Corps -> Garrison

Years of Service: Year 843-846 (102nd Training Corps), Year 846— (Garrison)

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Height: 5'11"

Weight: 158 lbs

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Blue

Complexion: White

Body Composition: Fit

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Short Bio:

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Born to a concubine of a rather rich merchant in the District of Yarckel located on the Western edge of Wall Sina, Fathi grew up with all his expenses paid for by an unknown father and with an education that only the rich of the inner wall could truly afford. It is this upbringing that has left Fathi essentially blinded to the cruel reality of the world he lives in, and as such he has remained woefully ignorant to the struggles of surviving against the Titans.

Once he was done with his basic education, his mother, Amira, told him that his father had already set aside enough money for him to attend university and get a degree, Fathi instead went against the wishes of his Mother and decided to venture off into the world to try and figure out who his father was. He searched for months, living off the money that he had stolen from his home as he searched. Eventually he ended up in Western most district of Wall Rose, Krolva. But he didn't find his father. His money running out Fathi turned back toward Yarckel, making it as far as the gate that stood in between wall Rose and Wall Sina but was turned away when he was unable to produce a travel permit or any sort of identification that proved he was in fact a citizen of the inner wall.

His home just on the other side of a fifty meter wall, Fathi decided to survive in the town on the other side of the gate as a drifter, working odd jobs in order to feed himself before he was picked up by a military police patrol and labeled as an illegal inhabitant of Wall Rose due to his lack of documents. Caught in a never-ending cycle of misunderstandings Fathi ended up being forced into the service of the crown as a soldier in order to gain his documents through service.

Fathi graduated near the middle of his cadet class, despite his want to make the top ten to be able to go back to his mother in Wall Sina he was unable to perform high enough to do so. He was assigned to the district of Trost in the Garrison there, and was put into the service of Squad 9. Having been still in training during the fall of Wall Maria, Fathi did not witness the ensuing crisis of refugees or how the crown decided to deal with the population that was sucking the land dry. But he has been there long enough to hone his skills and become proficient in working with the rest of his Squad.

Personality: Upbeat and optimistic, Fathi; or Fa as the rest of Squad 9 calls him; is the happiest of Squad 9. He has yet to witness anyone devoured by titans, and has only fought them on one occasion to cover the Scouting Legion leaving Trost (Even then in a position of support and not direct combat) when the Garrison was forced to take down a single Titan to allow them to leave. As such he remains optimistic of their chances to beat the Titans and even upbeat that they can do it easily since the Garrison easily triumphed against a single Titan. His optimism may be misplaced and misguided, and the rest of the squad knows this, but it helps to breath some happiness into the squad and is as such welcomed by his squad mates.

Stats:

Hider

• Physical Strength: 9
• Speed: 13
• Teamwork: 12
• Leadership: 5
• Skill (gear): 11

Stellar Fleet: The War in Heaven (Wing Commander/Freespace inspired Space Opera)

To add onto @FrostedCaramel's note. Some pilots will also be referred to by their callsign even outside of battle. Ie Travers and Moe would probably referred to as mother or gramps just as often as they would by name.

@vietmyke

For sure, at least within their unit. Anyone from outside the wing wouldn't call them by their callsigns.

Attack on Titan: Somnium

Here he is, a slightly newer rework of the very character that got me into RPing over five years ago.

Emil Burton

Appearance (pic preferred - image should reflect two year timeskip):

Name: Emil Burton
Nickname (if any): None
Age (age after two year timeskip): 17
Height: 160cm (5'2")
Weight: 59kg (130lbs)

Short Bio (pre-colossal titan): Abandoned at birth, Emil grew up in the care of an orphanage within the Shiganshina district. Being taught to read and write at a young age by the caretakers of the orphanage as well as being fed regularly, apart from being an orphan Emil grew up a relatively normal life. Once old enough to be allowed to leave the orphanage during the day on his own Emil began to fall in with the older crowd of kids that he lived every day with. They made games of chasing one another through the streets and between the crowds at markets, and as Emil got more comfortable with the city and the older boys he began to follow them on the less acceptable activities they enjoyed outside the orphanage.

Emil learned to pick pockets from the older boys, quickly falling into stealing purses and change from the pockets of market goers in order to buy snacks and sweets for himself and his friends. On top of the pick-pocketing the older boys also began to show Emil how it was that they managed to get away from people so easily if they were caught. By using the buildings to their advantage. After years of running on rooftops and climbing around Shiganshina Emil developed an amazing sense of spacial awareness, able to judge distances and speeds required to make jumps from one roof to another as easily as second nature and being acutely aware of anything that he could use to his advantage in moving through the rooftop and alleyway environments that he spent most of his time in outside of the orphanage.

Following the attack on Wall Maria, Emil was separated from his group of orphans and ended up living on the streets of a city within wall Rose, pick pocketing to survive. He was caught by the Stationary Guard two years later and was given the choice of either serving time in a state run jail making big rocks into smaller rocks or join the military. He chose the military, figuring that a life breaking rocks was worse than running with the low possibility of being eaten alive.

Personality: Emil meets many of the core facets to be considered, psychologically, an introvert. Preferring solidarity over company and the peace of his mind over the musings of others. This is not to say that he doesn't like people, he is actually a very amiable person. Easy to talk to and can be considered a friend by most who know him, he would just prefer after a long day of interacting with others that he is left to himself. He actively attempts to avoid confrontations, and is never the one that will be stepping in to break them up, in fact he is more likely to be the one to simply melt into the background and disappear which has been noted as a possible factor that may cause problems in his future military career in regards to possible cowardice and in the worst case, desertion.

Stats - 50 Points (distributed as desired) - should reflect your character's appearance
• Physical Strength: 5
• Speed: 17
• Teamwork: 3
• Leadership: 0
• Skill (gear): 25

Attack on Titan: Somnium

Going to be getting my CS up here in the next hour or so, it's morning where I live so everyone has been doing stuff here while I slept XD

Stellar Fleet: The War in Heaven (Wing Commander/Freespace inspired Space Opera)

@BellBottomBlues not a stupid question at all, I remember asking my officers how they refer to officers when I first entered.

So I'll use Bing's moment at the end of his post as an example:

"Sir."

"Lieutenant."

"Officer."

"Sir."

As you seem to know already, enlisted always call officers by either their ranks (Commander, Captain, Lieutenant), with a simple "Sir" or "Ma'am", or if they are a doctor then most prefer to actually be called by "Dr. Bill" because, and I quote, "I worked far too hard for this to be called sir".

The only off thing in what Bing wrote is "Officer" that will never be said, no one calls an Officer by officer, they'd probably take it disrespectfully and give you an ass chewing depending where you work.

Officers on the other hand can be a bit more lax with each other. The officers I work with range from Lieutenat to Commander (O-3 to O-5) and are on a first name basis with each other. But to people they don't directly work with they tend to use their rank no matter if they are above or below them just out of common courtesy.

You only salute outside, wearing some sort of cover (cover <- Hat or cranial <-- What anyone that works on a flight deck says they wear it's not a helmet) and accompany it with a greeting. In a ship you only give a greeting to an officer once as you first see them and clear the hall by moving to the wall to let them pass, every subsequent encounter you can just not greet but still move over (this also applies to higher ranked enlisted, E-7 to E-9, but only for other enlisted). The only person you must always greet on a ship is the CO no matter if it's your first time seeing them or your fifteenth the CO of the ship always gets a greeting.

Lower ranked officers salute higher ranked officers while in uniform outside with some sort of headwear on, they also go by the same rule above for greetings shipboard.

Stellar Fleet: The War in Heaven (Wing Commander/Freespace inspired Space Opera)

@AngryBadger it was Clint, I thought that was obvious I apologize for that inconvenience.

Stellar Fleet: The War in Heaven (Wing Commander/Freespace inspired Space Opera)

@BingTheWing well if we're talking a Wing, like our squadron. The CO normally isn't much of an actual flier from what I understand, they just end up with a shit ton of paperwork on their desk and a lot of headaches (But this is the futuuuuuure). XO tends to do a lot of the actual out of the office work. On deployments though COs fly just as much as any other pilots so they'd be just as exposed to the assholery as any other pilots.

General assholery would be high. This is aviation, they're a weird fucking bunch. Love em to death but weird as they come. Within a wing their are usually plenty of jokes and pranks and asshattery all around up and down the ladder.

Other places than a wing.... not so much. Fuck with the CO and you're not a close friend of the CO and you can expect a Disciplinary Review Board, Executive Officers Inquiry or Captains Mast. Depending on how severe the assholery is you likely would end up at Captains Mast, but probably not a Court Marshal.

As I said, aviation is weird. They're a whole separate entity from anything else Navy. They get away with shit no one else would get away with within their commands because there are so few of them and they tend to be real close. This is all just my knowledge on wings from what I've been told by others, I am not aviation in any way shape or form.

Stellar Fleet: The War in Heaven (Wing Commander/Freespace inspired Space Opera)

I felt like seeing what mundane and extremely normal thing I could do with zero gravity, so that's most of my post... But otherwise I've got my first IC post done with the Mother of the squadron already starting to try and gather up her lost chicks, if they permit it of course.

As well if anyone needs any sort of help with naval acronyms or sayings, as well as common courtesy and traditions within a naval military structure, I'm more than open to help with those questions as I am currently in the service and have first hand knowledge and experience with this stuff. But not with space Navies, I have no knowledge of space Navies. Yet.

Stellar Fleet: The War in Heaven (Wing Commander/Freespace inspired Space Opera)

LCDR Travers, Adrien

Travers rolled over in her bed, the sound of the automatic alert blaring through her holo-tablet was almost enough to drive her insane, "If it weren't for the damn announcement I'd have blown my brains out already." she sarcastically lamented to herself as the very same alert that was blaring from her tablet was drowning itself out through the 1MC in the ceiling of her room. She pulled a pillow over her face, willing the announcement to stop and allow her just a few extra minutes of sleep before she would be forced to dress herself and make her way to the briefing room.

Finding small solace in the fact that the 1MC shutoff without repeating its alert, she took the pillow currently pressed against her head and tossed it at the holo-tablet that was still happily blasting away as it waited for Travers to acknowledge the alert. The pillow connected easily, the distance being laughable when compared to some of the ballistae kills she'd scored, but the holo-tablet remained upright in it's charger, the alert piercing through the room as if in triumph of its survival at the hands of such unbelievable odds.

She rolled her eyes before finally pulling herself from the bed and dismissing the alert on the tablet with the flick of a finger across the screen.

Moving to the small control panel at the head of the bed, Travers turned the lights up and shut off the gravity of the room. Weightless she lifted into the air around her and used the wall at her front to push herself over to the small locker that held the majority of her belongings, as she passed she grabbed a handhold built into the wall to stop herself before swinging it open. She grabbed an undershirt and a pair of socks before pulling her flight suit from the locker and letting it float into the space behind her. Gripping the edge of the locker she spun herself around so that the floor was now her up. Travers reached into the bottom of her locker and undid the velcro straps that kept her boots from attempting an escape in zero-g. Content that she had everything she needed she closed the locker and gently pushed herself into the middle of the room.

Her uniform pieces floating around her she took a moment to admire the beauty of zero gravity before slowly pulling on her undershirt and socks, quickly followed by the flight suit which zipped all the way up to her neck, and rounded out with the boots.

Dressed but floating in the middle of the room, Travers reached for the closest wall, her finger tips barely scraping the surface. With a small huff she tapped the heels of her boots, the red light indicating that the magnetic function was now on blinking to life a moment later. She ratcheted the level to max and swung her hands over her head and behind herself, sending her spinning in place. Travers watched as the room spun past her, a small part of her slightly unsettled by the sight, before pushing her legs out as they passed the nearest wall. With a loud clack the boots connected to the wall and Travers found herself standing with her new down being the wall and what would of been sideways on a wall had the gravity still been on.

Turning the level down on her boots she pushed of the wall and swung her feet in front of her before reaching the true floor of the room. She quickly moved over to the head of her bed and turned the gravity in the room back on, noting a few small clangs as she did so and making a mental note to find whatever made those sounds next time she was in the room.

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Travers gave the green button at the door a press and pushed herself into the briefing room as the door hissed open. From a quick glance it seemed that the majority of the Direwolves were already present, 'Only -0028, plenty of time.' she thought as she double checked to ensure that Knight wasn't at the front of the room yet.

Satisfied that he wasn't yet at his own briefing Travers pulled herself to the front of the rows of chairs, grabbing the closest one to ensure that she didn't fly past them and into the wall. She took a moment to look over those already sitting before deciding that the young and anxious looking one that screamed of being newly assigned was going to be the one she sat next to. She pulled herself over the heads of those already in their seats and tucked herself into a ball, somersaulting as she passed over an empty seat in order to put her body into the "proper" orientation of the room.

Slipping into the chair at the side of the new guy, she strapped herself in and offered a hand to the new face, "Lieutenant Commander Travers," she said smiling, "Most of the guys just call me 'Mother'."