Shandria

Mass Effect: The B Team

Lin just, stared at the man. This... this guy was for real. Like, for real real. Not in the, he's a for real detective way. There was no way a detective couldn't figure out she was the Commander. Sure, there weren't any super obvious things that said she was. But she was wearing the uniform of an Alliance Commander, but perhaps he didn't know what the uniforms meant...

Goddess knows she didn't know what the uniforms meant...

But all that aside, this guy seemed to be legitimately... well, the exact kind of person he came off as in a first impression.

"About that... that would be me. Commander Linalla T'sado, both Commander and Captain of the SSV Minotaur, that's the ship you are to be serving on. At last I presume as much, considering you're in this particular Barracks. Everyone else here was assigned to the Minotaur so, if you were sent here, that'll be your ship, and I will be your Commander."

She had to say though, he seemed to be taking this whole situation rather well. "You don't seem to be too nervous about this whole thing. Not that I'm saying you should be afraid or anything. It's just... you don't seem to have any issue with the fact that you, a detective, was assigned to a Military ship as a Researcher."

Law, Order, & Equivalence: A Fullmetal Alchemist RP

Olivia swung at the dummy again, and again, then would stab at it, before going back to her slashing motions. There wasn't all that much grace or beauty to her motions, but the power behind each strike... it told a story of Olivia being taught one lesson that her Aunt had given her again and again. It was simple really.

"Never strike without the full intent to kill. Holding back is what will get YOU killed."

It was also probably the natural strength her family line had allowing her smaller frame to put far more force into each slash than it seemed like was possible, or even necessary.

It took her a moment to realize that someone had said something. She turned to see another person was in the room with her, something that in her frustration she hadn't exactly noticed. She was already out of breath from power walking her way here and then immediately swinging the sword around. She took a deep breath for a moment to calm herself down as she listened to the other, and gave a simple nod. "Sure, sorry I hadn't noticed anyone else was in here."

She made her way over to the other, and took a deep breath as she held the sword up, the long saber glimmering in the light. It looked very well taken care of, obviously a cherished gift. "Yes, I am Olivia Armstrong. And you are?"

Mass Effect: The B Team

Looks fine so far. Just let me know when you get the bio done and I'll give it another look. It doesn't need to be super in depth or anything. Or even super serious for that matter. Not that it shouldn't make sense, just you know, don't need to know everything about her.

Gundam OO - Celestial Intervention

Viraa sighed to herself. This wasn't meant to be difficult. Precautions had been taken, but it was as simple as having the means to overkill the situation, but not necessarily doing so if it wasn't needed. A part of her wanted an actual threat. Something she would need to push herself to defeat. Considering the mission was being considered complete, it seemed the Exia had destroyed the Enact as planned. There were no reports of any trouble with the mission, so that likely meant the Enact, the most powerful Mobile Suit the world had to offer, was in fact no match for a Gundam.

Were two? Three? Would a dozen Enact Mobile Suits pose a threat to a Gundam?

"GN-005 Virtue, confirming Mission Success. Returning to Ptolemaios."

If anything, Viraa was being the professional one here. Not that anyone else was being particularly unprofessional, but she clearly had no interest in engaging in normal conversation or idle chatter with the others. She was in her pilot seat, fully suited up to control a Gundam. And that was what she was doing.

She didn't need to explain herself to them... she didn't need to be challenged by another Meister or have a competition with them. She wasn't just chosen for this, she was created for this. She existed for one purpose, to pilot Virtue.

Gundam OO - Celestial Intervention

-That feeling when nobody knows why you think you're better than everyone and seem to think you are 'not one of them'.

Mass Effect: The B Team

Lin let loose a long, deep sigh as she looked around at everyone moving from place to place, packing their things, checking out equipment. A part of her felt like this was some sort of fancy trip she was going on. Maybe they would see some nice places. You know, a vacation. It hadn't fully sunk in that these people around her were preparing for war, that they were soldiers and... uh, other people. It was like they weren't actually about to set off on some suicidal mission.

And that was when someone burst through the door into the lounge screaming their introductions. Oh, as if she didn't have enough of a headache already... She reached up and rubbed her temples, and pulled herself up. "Yes, yes, hello Detective... Max Rampage." Surely that name wasn't real. It sounded like some kind of movie character or something.

Wait, a detective? Why was there a detective on the ship...

"Uhm, Detective. If I may ask, what is your assigned duty aboard the Minotaur?"

Gundam OO - Celestial Intervention

I don't remember if they knew if Tieria was or not.

Gundam OO - Celestial Intervention

Something I forgot to ask, do the others know that Viraa is an Innovade?

Gundam OO - Celestial Intervention

Viraa didn't much respond to the things going on around her, or even what was said directly to her. She had seen their weapons, no simple Beam Rifle could penetrate her GN Field, and had she not predicted the targets were going to split apart to dodge her shot, she would have just fired her GN Bazooka at them without dropping her shield at all. To be honest, the rifles that were firing at her likely would have bounced off the armor of Virtue. Their weapons just weren't strong enough yet. At least, not the weapons they brought this time.

But much like Gretchen, or perhaps more-so than her, the thought of showing off their abilities too much was not something she found acceptable. She had shown them three things. Her main weapon, her secondary weapons, and her shield. But Virtue was so much more than what she had shown today. She had much more to keep from them. They had shown the power of the Gundams, and yet had only done so as a minor display. All of them together, she was sure they could take on an entire Nation's armed forces at this point, even if they were made up of the most advanced Mobile Suits they had. They were that much stronger right now.

But they had just given the world a threat. They had shown them just how far behind they really were. And from now on, each nation would be scrambling to catch up. Who knows what the next Mobile Suit to be developed would be. Could it be a threat to a Gundam?

Mass Effect: The B Team

Lin was probably the person who stood out the most. At least some of the crewmembers had proper training. They wouldn't get far if they didn't so much as have a helmsman who didn't know his head from his... well you get the idea. Many of the logistics personnel, the Helmsman, and even a few soldiers were actually properly trained for the positions they had been placed in. Not everything was a mess. Just... just most of it. Like the big parts.

She was sitting there on a sofa, as people walked by. It was like a dream, not necessarily a good one but not a nightmare. It just, didn't feel real. All these people moving about... SHE was their Commander? Each and every person in this barracks answered to HER?! A DOCTOR?! Well that wasn't entirely heard of, in many militaries around the Galaxy a Medic of any kind had the final say in just about anything when it came to the wounded they were treating. Not even a General could often overrule the decision of a Medic who said their patients were unfit for duty. But that was a little different from a Doctor giving actual, real orders to soldiers.

Most people didn't seem to question the fact that much of the crew wasn't Human, and that their Commander was an Asari. Perhaps they all took it as a sort of 'all hands on deck' situation and figured, this was just the way it was going to be in the face of a threat like the Reaper. A more diverse crew would be better at convincing others for aid, rather than a crew of just Humans saying "Come save our planet instead of your own". That was the theory anyways, whether it was actually planned out that way was, doubtful to say the least.

Lin looked up and saw the Turian who looked rather displeased with the situation... yeah, she had been seeing that look all day. After all... it was only MOST of the people that didn't question this whole thing.

All the while, Lin just had this blank, emotionless expression, as if she had given up all hope. Not just in the situation, but with life, with reality, with everything.