Probs will take a bounty if theres no direction atm yeah. Also still waiting for Jinx. May move on in a day if theyre still not back.
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STATUS: Memes aside, pineapples on pizza is ok actually. Being shat on for liking things different from other people gets old after a while. 4 yrs ago
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Memes aside, pineapples on pizza is ok actually. Being shat on for liking things different from other people gets old after a while.
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Hark, it seems I am in dire need of medical attention that is easily accessible by specialized containers we call medical bags.
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no one cares about christmas. What is important is how we let some strange old man in red in our house depositing mysterious packages and never question him for it
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instructions unclear, snorted all the dicks
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Verena Ellmenreich
The entire frame jolted as she landed on the beach, guns blazing. Her chest felt like it was constricting, the walls of the cockpit pressing down upon her, as she tracked several targets at once, her eyes darting here and there on her screen. BETA after BETA was shot down, yet still their numbers seemed limitless. Already there were people dead and dying upon the beach, and more was falling.
Her breath was starting to catch in her throat, her hands shaking, on the verge of-
"Second Lieutenants Drazkowski, Ellmenreich, First Lieutenant Tanizaki and Major Kochenkov will be the front of Arrowhead One. The middle will consist of Second Lieutenants Anders and Poulsen, First Lieutenant Allaire and myself."
"I got it!" Reloading, Verena moved quickly into position and into transit, flying dangerously low to the ground at high speed. Already she was shaking off that oppressive feeling crushing her just moments ago. All she needed to do was keep moving, to keep fighting, and think of nothing else but survival.
"Looks like we're gonna get to see what you can do in that Tornado, Wolf-9."\
"Don't fall apart before we get to the laser-class, Wolf-9."
A wry grin stretched her features as she sank back into her seat. It was to be expected for the others to have that kind of reaction. After all, they were here, in the front lines, and she was issued an old TSF like she was part of a ragtag guerilla team in the ass end of nowhere.
"Ahaha.. don't expect anything much. I'm just a normal rookie." She transmitted before silencing her comms.
The other two being lovey dovey on the comms wasn't something she needed to hear; it made her heart feel like thin wires were wrapped around it, constricting it as old memories came back uninvited.
The entire frame jolted as she landed on the beach, guns blazing. Her chest felt like it was constricting, the walls of the cockpit pressing down upon her, as she tracked several targets at once, her eyes darting here and there on her screen. BETA after BETA was shot down, yet still their numbers seemed limitless. Already there were people dead and dying upon the beach, and more was falling.
Her breath was starting to catch in her throat, her hands shaking, on the verge of-
"Second Lieutenants Drazkowski, Ellmenreich, First Lieutenant Tanizaki and Major Kochenkov will be the front of Arrowhead One. The middle will consist of Second Lieutenants Anders and Poulsen, First Lieutenant Allaire and myself."
"I got it!" Reloading, Verena moved quickly into position and into transit, flying dangerously low to the ground at high speed. Already she was shaking off that oppressive feeling crushing her just moments ago. All she needed to do was keep moving, to keep fighting, and think of nothing else but survival.
"Looks like we're gonna get to see what you can do in that Tornado, Wolf-9."\
"Don't fall apart before we get to the laser-class, Wolf-9."
A wry grin stretched her features as she sank back into her seat. It was to be expected for the others to have that kind of reaction. After all, they were here, in the front lines, and she was issued an old TSF like she was part of a ragtag guerilla team in the ass end of nowhere.
"Ahaha.. don't expect anything much. I'm just a normal rookie." She transmitted before silencing her comms.
The other two being lovey dovey on the comms wasn't something she needed to hear; it made her heart feel like thin wires were wrapped around it, constricting it as old memories came back uninvited.
Rika Roanoke Rashima
Among all of them, she seemed to be the only one who wanted to see Stein dissect the bird, to see it pinned to the board as its inside gets exposed stroke by stroke. But alas, the bell rang, and classes ended, leaving the bird alive and undissected.
She had misgivings about having him as a teacher before, for her own reasons and his scarred appearance, but he seemed an alright teacher, if a little strange. Gathering up her things, she went down towards the exit, nodding at Stein along the way.
"I'll see you later, Teacher."
A grin stretched out her features, as she thought of her free time. And for her free time, she was going to need that girl. Yes, her partner, the one she not only wielded as a weapon, but one who could understand her. Her steps grew faster, as she ran towards that person, calling out her name.
"Helena!" Rika slowed down, matching her speed to walk beside Helena. "You're free at the moment, right? Lets go back and watch mov- I mean, plot the demise of the world!"
Helena, her partner, her weapon as a Meister, one who had not rejected her outright. She was so much taller than Rika was, and much cooler too. That eyepatch and all just tells her that they were destined to be partners, like how pirates and parrots go together. Ah wait, wouldn't that mean she would be the parrot?
In any case, her excitement was instantly visible to anyone watching, though most would only see her stretched out grin and that low giggling as she walked beside the taller girl.
@Jinxlynx
Among all of them, she seemed to be the only one who wanted to see Stein dissect the bird, to see it pinned to the board as its inside gets exposed stroke by stroke. But alas, the bell rang, and classes ended, leaving the bird alive and undissected.
She had misgivings about having him as a teacher before, for her own reasons and his scarred appearance, but he seemed an alright teacher, if a little strange. Gathering up her things, she went down towards the exit, nodding at Stein along the way.
"I'll see you later, Teacher."
A grin stretched out her features, as she thought of her free time. And for her free time, she was going to need that girl. Yes, her partner, the one she not only wielded as a weapon, but one who could understand her. Her steps grew faster, as she ran towards that person, calling out her name.
"Helena!" Rika slowed down, matching her speed to walk beside Helena. "You're free at the moment, right? Lets go back and watch mov- I mean, plot the demise of the world!"
Helena, her partner, her weapon as a Meister, one who had not rejected her outright. She was so much taller than Rika was, and much cooler too. That eyepatch and all just tells her that they were destined to be partners, like how pirates and parrots go together. Ah wait, wouldn't that mean she would be the parrot?
In any case, her excitement was instantly visible to anyone watching, though most would only see her stretched out grin and that low giggling as she walked beside the taller girl.
@Jinxlynx
oh shit, tiem to write
Looks interesting enough.
@Jinxlynx Sweet, now we're partners. Hope Helena doesn't mind her permanently darkened room~
@Jinxlynx Well, if youre not against pairing with my character, I could take you up on that.
Heres mine. Just waiting for it to be approved into the Char Tab now. ^^
Franceska, Vindica and Tesh
Collab with Lucifina & Assallya
Feet dangling over the edge, she stared out towards the unfolding battle.
Already one of theirs was putting up a fierce resistance, seeking to destroy the opposition while they were unbalanced and vulnerable by their landings. Franceska Havale, however, was not fighting, not yet. The sunken tower she was in, filled with a few choice mercs and a stockpile of weapons, wasn't quite ready to retaliate. At least, not until that person deemed it ready.
"They're already fighting." She turned back from her perch on the edge. "Are we ready?"
Drawn back, attempting to keep herself concealed, her compaion, a cloaked figure gazed out from beneath her cowl. Cool, dark shaded eyes, gazed out over the same battlefield. She was dressed, scantily attired, in dark natural leathers that clung to her slender figure and drew attention to the paleness of her skin.
"I think we must ask ourselves," the cowled figure responded, "What the purpose in engaging these enemies is? How does fighting them or even killing them aid our cause and agenda?"
Situated at the edge of the riverbed, the tower was more than damp. Had she lived a less spartan lifestyle, Tesh would've perhaps been at least a little bit uncomfortable. Meditation required great concentration, especially to direct a battle of any scale. Already she had adopted the proper posistions at a far flung corner of the fortified building.
Despite the need for concentration, however, she found more than ample time to answer her allies question.
"War and the Jedi Code can't exist side by side. There is very little to lose in this battle, but much to gain. I suppose from the perspective of someone who drew on the darkside, the purpose is likely to instill fear." These ruins didn't have much strategic value for the cults goals. The land was more than meaningless.
Wordlessly, Tesh began work on a battle meld for the various force-users on the frontline and elsewhere. While nothing fancy enough to enhance their combat prowess, it would make communication more than easy if an emergency arose. For now, her Meditations would focus on her immediate surrondings and allies.
Franceska didn't answer the question, at least, not out loud. To her it was easy; kill them, so they don't kill her, so she could go back and get credits. An answer she would perhaps be inclined to give should she was a bit more talkative. She didn't exactly feel comfortable around these two. One gave her odd feelings, and the other... felt a bit too much like a Jedi for her.
Like her master, who thankfully didn't seem to be on the other side. She wasn't sure what to do if he did come all the way here and met her.
"I see. I'll keep watching them for any changes then."
She betrayed no emotion on her countenance, just a mild interest as she drew out a blaster from her belt, inspecting it once again as she waited.
The cowled woman considered their words but didn't see the relevance. As far as she was concerned, fighting only led to personal satisfaction. They were going to lose resources for nothing more than a demonstration of their intent and power. Better, Vindica thought to herself, that be used to gain some sort of advantage, some form of profit. Their plan was bigger than petty battles.
"Perhaps we should reconsider this," she thought to herself as she felt the flows of the force lending her guidance, "Maybe with all their warriors down here upon the ground attempting to rout us from our holes they have left no one aboard their ship to defend it agaiinst a counter assault?"
From the perspective of the various Cult aligned force users, it would've been like a tiny prick at the back of their mind. A simple connection bound them together, though it was not complicated enough to convey things like speech. It could, however, easily convey dire need. The force meld Tesh created was simplistic enough that it wouldn't make her a target just yet.
With that task done, she began to truly concentrate on directing the various Mercenaries around her. Expanding her senses with the Force, she gave the towers defenders unnatural vigour and deadshot accuracy. The tower itself wasn't nearly the frontline yet, but it would inevitably become it. The open space around it, which was mostly muddied water would likely slow even a Jedi. it was a perfect killing ground, in military terms.
With the dropships flying over the treeline ahead of them, already a few Mercenaries had begun taking potshots with hand held anti-aircraft weapons. They proved to be fairly effective with her guidance, even at this range. They had only managed to destroy one dropship so far, but had damaged several others enough that they couldn't return to space anytime soon.
Collab with Lucifina & Assallya
Feet dangling over the edge, she stared out towards the unfolding battle.
Already one of theirs was putting up a fierce resistance, seeking to destroy the opposition while they were unbalanced and vulnerable by their landings. Franceska Havale, however, was not fighting, not yet. The sunken tower she was in, filled with a few choice mercs and a stockpile of weapons, wasn't quite ready to retaliate. At least, not until that person deemed it ready.
"They're already fighting." She turned back from her perch on the edge. "Are we ready?"
Drawn back, attempting to keep herself concealed, her compaion, a cloaked figure gazed out from beneath her cowl. Cool, dark shaded eyes, gazed out over the same battlefield. She was dressed, scantily attired, in dark natural leathers that clung to her slender figure and drew attention to the paleness of her skin.
"I think we must ask ourselves," the cowled figure responded, "What the purpose in engaging these enemies is? How does fighting them or even killing them aid our cause and agenda?"
Situated at the edge of the riverbed, the tower was more than damp. Had she lived a less spartan lifestyle, Tesh would've perhaps been at least a little bit uncomfortable. Meditation required great concentration, especially to direct a battle of any scale. Already she had adopted the proper posistions at a far flung corner of the fortified building.
Despite the need for concentration, however, she found more than ample time to answer her allies question.
"War and the Jedi Code can't exist side by side. There is very little to lose in this battle, but much to gain. I suppose from the perspective of someone who drew on the darkside, the purpose is likely to instill fear." These ruins didn't have much strategic value for the cults goals. The land was more than meaningless.
Wordlessly, Tesh began work on a battle meld for the various force-users on the frontline and elsewhere. While nothing fancy enough to enhance their combat prowess, it would make communication more than easy if an emergency arose. For now, her Meditations would focus on her immediate surrondings and allies.
Franceska didn't answer the question, at least, not out loud. To her it was easy; kill them, so they don't kill her, so she could go back and get credits. An answer she would perhaps be inclined to give should she was a bit more talkative. She didn't exactly feel comfortable around these two. One gave her odd feelings, and the other... felt a bit too much like a Jedi for her.
Like her master, who thankfully didn't seem to be on the other side. She wasn't sure what to do if he did come all the way here and met her.
"I see. I'll keep watching them for any changes then."
She betrayed no emotion on her countenance, just a mild interest as she drew out a blaster from her belt, inspecting it once again as she waited.
The cowled woman considered their words but didn't see the relevance. As far as she was concerned, fighting only led to personal satisfaction. They were going to lose resources for nothing more than a demonstration of their intent and power. Better, Vindica thought to herself, that be used to gain some sort of advantage, some form of profit. Their plan was bigger than petty battles.
"Perhaps we should reconsider this," she thought to herself as she felt the flows of the force lending her guidance, "Maybe with all their warriors down here upon the ground attempting to rout us from our holes they have left no one aboard their ship to defend it agaiinst a counter assault?"
From the perspective of the various Cult aligned force users, it would've been like a tiny prick at the back of their mind. A simple connection bound them together, though it was not complicated enough to convey things like speech. It could, however, easily convey dire need. The force meld Tesh created was simplistic enough that it wouldn't make her a target just yet.
With that task done, she began to truly concentrate on directing the various Mercenaries around her. Expanding her senses with the Force, she gave the towers defenders unnatural vigour and deadshot accuracy. The tower itself wasn't nearly the frontline yet, but it would inevitably become it. The open space around it, which was mostly muddied water would likely slow even a Jedi. it was a perfect killing ground, in military terms.
With the dropships flying over the treeline ahead of them, already a few Mercenaries had begun taking potshots with hand held anti-aircraft weapons. They proved to be fairly effective with her guidance, even at this range. They had only managed to destroy one dropship so far, but had damaged several others enough that they couldn't return to space anytime soon.
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