Dani nodded to them, wiping her eyes now. "Yeah.... the exact specifics are still under wraps, but i have implants in my legs that can be controlled by the plavasky participial. That and a mesh similar to the fields we fight on, is deployed around my legs so i can 'touch' things. Couple that with my helmet turned into brain implants and i've gained the ability to walk. We're working on other methods as well." she said, breathing a bit. "I'll have to do a press conference later, but i don't care... it's been so long and i can finally do it in public..." she explained.
The masked fighter seemed to be composed as the two of them came close, however, once in arms length, she pulled them both in and hugged them tightly, starting to sniffle. "I'm so happy i can do this.... i've waited so long..." she said, the voice modulation from the comms being absent and the voice sounding very familiar. She leaned back and tore off the helmet to reveal (much to a cliched surprise) that it was infact dani. She smiled so largely she probably could swallow a dinner plate. "I can walk..." she said, tears streaming from her eyes. "I've wanted to hug you two for such a long time without being sitting..." she said to them.
Before the Feed cut out, both Sakuya and Alexis saw the fighter for the labs appear in their comms. "come. We need to talk." she said, gesturing with her finger, the voice sounded a bit modulated. Looking down, the female had stared at her gunpla. "Bah, built by the labs. I can still do better." the female said, having become a bit of a snob with building, but still just as passionate. She looked between the two opponents and hoped they would come towards her, to talk with them.
She liked the zeta plus, but she had her own suits, given access to some of the prototype mold casts for the new series, the female had worked hard to make them her own.
The inside of the capitol ship was an area. Fighters being fool hardy enough to challenge the reign of the Zeta plus littered the inside of the ship. The delta plus had some serious competition from one opponent really, causing the loss of the rifle she had picked up off of the zaku and he own shield. Down to the swords and the her hip beams, she had killed off a decent and respectable chunk of the enemy team. having leveled the playing field to duels, the female had managed to gain the upperhand for her own fights. The distinct lack of members on the Zaft's team would be noticeable.
Having woken up before the crack of dawn, Eight ha already gotten dressed and was in her armor. She had her standard ration breakfast that was supplied to every stormtrooper, it wasn't luxurious by any standard, or anything even as good as what her parents used to give her, but it didn't matter to the female. Being a trooper came with having to deal with these sorts of things and it's part of what she accepted.
Sitting in the camp, she was working on maintaining her jetpack. The thing was one of high maintenance to keep to her standards; shutting down mid battle or malfunctioning was unacceptable and lethal if it happened. This particular trooper's work was interrupted by the sounds of another tantrum from the sith. She merely grunted, having learned to numb her emotions to this particular child's antics. Had it not of been suicide, the female would have probably done something about him killing some of the best of the best the first order had. Killing Jedi was one thing, this sith was another. However, she just resumed work on her jetpack, that filling up her mind instead of the murders going on a mere distance of a few yards away. The maintenance she was performing was capable of being quickly halted and ready for combat at a moment's notice.
@6slyboy6 He wasn't dueling to kill her and he was injured from a direct hit from a bowcaster, something that easily killed multiple storm troopers. He then went on to fight her, who was a Semi competently trained in melee weaponry and a force user to boot, all while losing a significant amount of blood.
Stand around five foot eleven and weighs in around 178 lbs with a toned body. Under the suit she has white hair that's usually kept short, no more than a four or five inches long and she keeps it swept to the side. her eyes are a simple brown in color.
Identification #: E88-868-488
Nickname: Easy Eight (can be called both together or either of the words seperately)
Age: 23
Rank: Squad Leader
Class: Shock/Blitz trooper
DLT-19 Heavy Blaster rifle Pistol Variant Blast Cannon 2x Thermal Imploders 4x Thermal Detonator 1x Jetpack 1x Zero G stormtrooper armor: this armor is heavier, designed to withstand the harshness of space, as such it has a jetpack for getting around when not held to the ship/station/object they were standing on, and heavier armor to counteract the small objects that might threaten the life of the user. This means that the user can withstand a few more blastershots than normal armor. As the suit was designed for space, it can function as a self contained life support system, allowing her to avoid breathing in chemicals and toxins from external environments should she choose to switch functions.
Eight isn't an average storm trooper. She has a name, or used to. Her story starts with her father serving in the empire. Having been a member of the Zero G unit aboard the star Destroyer 'Inflictor'. When the star destroyer slammed into the planet, he had braced and survived the crash, waking up a few days later with several minor injuries including a bad concussion after the battle was over. This is what knocked the numbing process from his mind.
While salvaging what he could from the ship in order to survive. during his time earning money to make a way off the planet, he had learned of the empire's surrender and treaty with the New Republic. He decided to head into exile into the unknown region, fearing his alignment with the empire would cause issues.
Eventually, he found out about the First Order not too long after his marriage with his wife. Finally settled down, he was happy to let them take one of his twins he had with his wife, if not proud to have a child serving in the 'new' empire. This child was eight's brother. She was proud of her brother serving as her father and mother raised her, her father training her in the use of the blaster weaponry for hunting and self defense, along with teaching her the unarmed fighting style of the empire. As a direct result of not carrying a blaster as she was a small child and her unarmed training not being too effective due to her size, an incident happened, this had caused the girl at the age of twelve to take up the usage of a staff type of weapon. The advantages of being capable of being used as a walking stick for when she would travel, it also served its purpose as a weapon. The female had to use it several times in her life in the region as it wasn't the most civilized of spaces.
On the day of her eighteenth birthday her family had gotten a rude surprise, a holotape informing them of their son's defection to the resistance. It wasn't even the next day before she had gotten her father's blessing and gear, heading to the local base and volunteering to join up to hopefully find and kill her traitorous brother; redeeming the family name in the process. Being put through a physical test and a loyalty one as well, she passed both with flying colors. Eight then had gear held as she was trained in the ways of the First order, going through a full year of training to be brought into line with the rest of the soldiers, then a year further to train up as a specialized Blitzer, tasked with smashing enemy formations/lines and creating a hole for the regulars to exploit.
Now at the age of twenty, she was given back her gear, deployed to a blitz squad and set to work. The next three years would be a blur as the female slowly rose until she led her own squad, an impressive success rate behind her as well as a burning hatred for the resistance, the passion to find the traitorous brother and a blood lust like rage that surfaces in her blitz's; Eight has earned herself a spot in the spec ops squad hunting Jedi, a great honor as she perceives it and a unique opportunity for herself.
While having the capability to be passionate and caring about others, Eight has seen enough conflict and issues to cause her to have a rather hardened exterior until she gets to know someone. The girl has known to have had a sore spot when it comes to her family and her brother, preferring to identify as her number and nickname until she can redeem her family's name. Loyalty runs deep with her as her the squad she led found out, You give her loyalty and she is loyal to you just as much.
Stand around five foot eleven and weighs in around 178 lbs with a toned body. Under the suit she has white hair that's usually kept short, no more than a four or five inches long and she keeps it swept to the side. her eyes are a simple brown in color.
Identification #: E88-868-488
Nickname: Easy Eight (can be called both together or either of the words seperately)
Age: 23
Rank: Squad Leader
Class: Shock/Blitz trooper
DLT-19 Heavy Blaster rifle Pistol Variant Blast Cannon 2x Thermal Imploders 4x Thermal Detonator 1x Jetpack 1x Zero G stormtrooper armor: this armor is heavier, designed to withstand the harshness of space, as such it has a jetpack for getting around when not held to the ship/station/object they were standing on, and heavier armor to counteract the small objects that might threaten the life of the user. This means that the user can withstand a few more blastershots than normal armor. As the suit was designed for space, it can function as a self contained life support system, allowing her to avoid breathing in chemicals and toxins from external environments should she choose to switch functions.
Eight isn't an average storm trooper. She has a name, or used to. Her story starts with her father serving in the empire. Having been a member of the Zero G unit aboard the star Destroyer 'Inflictor'. When the star destroyer slammed into the planet, he had braced and survived the crash, waking up a few days later with several minor injuries including a bad concussion after the battle was over. This is what knocked the numbing process from his mind.
While salvaging what he could from the ship in order to survive. during his time earning money to make a way off the planet, he had learned of the empire's surrender and treaty with the New Republic. He decided to head into exile into the unknown region, fearing his alignment with the empire would cause issues.
Eventually, he found out about the First Order not too long after his marriage with his wife. Finally settled down, he was happy to let them take one of his twins he had with his wife, if not proud to have a child serving in the 'new' empire. This child was eight's brother. She was proud of her brother serving as her father and mother raised her, her father training her in the use of the blaster weaponry for hunting and self defense, along with teaching her the unarmed fighting style of the empire. As a direct result of not carrying a blaster as she was a small child and her unarmed training not being too effective due to her size, an incident happened, this had caused the girl at the age of twelve to take up the usage of a staff type of weapon. The advantages of being capable of being used as a walking stick for when she would travel, it also served its purpose as a weapon. The female had to use it several times in her life in the region as it wasn't the most civilized of spaces.
On the day of her eighteenth brithday her family had gotten a rude surprise, a holotape informing them of their son's defection to the resistance. It wasn't even the next day before she had gotten her father's blessing and gear, heading to the local base and volunteering to join up to hopefully find and kill her traitorous brother; redeeming the family name in the process. Being put through a physical test and a loyalty one as well, she passed both with flying colors. Eight then had gear held as she was trained in the ways of the First order, going through a full year of training to be brought into line with the rest of the soldiers, then a year further to train up as a specialized Blitzer, tasked with smashing enemy formations/lines and creating a hole for the regulars to exploit.
Now at the age of twenty, she was given back her gear, deployed to a blitz squad and set to work. The next three years would be a blur as the female slowly rose until she led her own squad, an impressive success rate behind her as well as a burning hatred for the resistance, the passion to find the traitorous brother and a blood lust like rage that surfaces in her blitz's; Eight has earned herself a spot in the spec ops squad hunting Jedi, a great honor as she perceives it and a unique opportunity for herself.
While having the capability to be passionate and caring about others, Eight has seen enough conflict and issues to cause her to have a rather hardened exterior until she gets to know someone. The girl has known to have had a sore spot when it comes to her family and her brother, prefering to identify as her number and nickname until she can redeem her family's name. Loyalty runs deep with her as her the squad she led found out, You give her loyalty and she is loyal to you just as much.
Open to criticism and any comments I would like to ask if it'd be ok for me to have an electro staff on requisition with her, due for delivery/acquisition at some point in the future?
It was a drawn out fight, but by the end of it, there was a rifle in the delta's hand and a riddled Gouf, missing an arm and a leg. The delta was relatively untouched, but that was thanks to her piloting and her use of plavasky particles. Two opponents down, she flew towards the ships, which she knew would be an issue for both her a.i. and her allies to deal with. Aiming for a cargo bay door, she began to fire at it with the beam lasers, using their gimbled mounts to cut a circle in the door, venting it to space ad leaving enough room for her to transform back to robot mode and land in the hangar bay. Withdrawing her sword, she began to slice apart hi moks and use particle fa-jin to blow out sections of ship. this was extremely noticeable from the outside and liable to draw attention.