Ayaka kept her composure when the instructor revealed that they were to gather in the gym. Mentally, she was already recalling the face and name of the guy who'd told her they met here and began plotting revenge. As she did so, she stood up, placing her book in he bag as she lifted, and said "My apologies ma'am, I was told we met here, apparently mistakenly." With that, she fast walked from the room. The guy who'd identified himself as "Overlord" had split immediately, but that didn't matter to her. From what she could tell, he was just as she'd expected, though much more subdued than she'd thought. She broke into a light jog at that, cutting corners and making her way to the gym with seconds to spare, entering the gym with a relieved sigh as she said to the instructor "Sorry to be late ma'am."
With that, she entered the line with the others and stood ramrod straight, just like her old instructors had taught her. Her eyes were locked on the woman who was to be their instructor, and her arms were stiff at her side. She'd never incurred the wrath of her instructors for improper parade stance and, though she felt it may not be necessary anymore, in a way this could still be considered a military school, when one took into account that few MF pilots wound up in civilian work. So, she kept her stance while mentally preparing herself for action. She knew, from earlier, that Masaki was locked, loaded and ready to go, all it needed was its pilot. Ayaka intended to show everyone what a UEG military upbringing could do, what SHE could do.
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It seemed the superior-looking boy had deigned to speak with her, and she heavily debated whether or not to give him a response. After a moment of thought, she said simply "Tsumura Ayaka." This was, by all technicalities, not her full title, since she was a Recruit Corporal back at her old school, but she felt that "rank" was little more than a way of IDing her as someone who could help newcomers. After a moment, she replied "What about you?" Those eyes of his were vaguely disturbing, they seemed devoid of anything good. This just increased her readiness to fight, of course, since it provoked a natural response.
It was then that she noticed the book he was reading, a pretty old text by the looks of it. She wasn't able to see what it was that he was reading, but she didn't care all that much either. She casually reached into her bag and produced a UEG Infantryman's Guide book, which her father had conveniently misplaced, casually opening it up and reading as well. Within were various things that a soldier deployed in a combat zone would need to know, survival techniques, standard communication protocol and the like. It was interesting to her, if only because she'd thought Infantry was to be her calling in life.
It was then that she noticed the book he was reading, a pretty old text by the looks of it. She wasn't able to see what it was that he was reading, but she didn't care all that much either. She casually reached into her bag and produced a UEG Infantryman's Guide book, which her father had conveniently misplaced, casually opening it up and reading as well. Within were various things that a soldier deployed in a combat zone would need to know, survival techniques, standard communication protocol and the like. It was interesting to her, if only because she'd thought Infantry was to be her calling in life.
Ayaka became aware of an instructor herding the others to the classroom, as it turned out they were supposed to meet there. Thankfully for Ayaka, the instructor hadn't noticed her mech in the very back yet. Yet another of the many perks of the X-5's power supply meant that it wasn't loud when running in diagnostic mode, which was what Ayaka had booted into. So, Ayaka carefully exited and made her way from the hangar to the classroom, brushing at her uniform. She'd been given the option to have a badge sewn on to the chest, indicating that she came from a military school originally, but she'd foregone it. She didn't want to seem cocky, so she wore the same uniform as every other student.
When she reached the classroom, she opened the doors and stepped in, just to find the classroom mostly empty. Three other girls were already in their seats, and one guy sat in the very back. Looking each of them over, she wasn't able to discern much from the women, after all they weren't saying all that much. The man, however, she was already able to draw an impression of. His uniform was emblazoned with two symbols, both of which Ayaka was able to recognize after a moment's examination. One marked him as an honored student, not "Honors", "Honored" as she'd discovered there was a difference after consulting the school handbook. The other was a company patch for HawX Dynamo, a mech company. In her own opinion, they were overrated, after all their hands had never touched her X-5 and it was a wonderful mech, however she reserved judgement on the company itself.
Before she walked to her seat, her eyes fixed on the boy, slightly squinted, in evaluation. He seemed to have an air of relaxed confidence about him, and that combined with his obvious decorations didn't sit right with Ayaka. Her gaze, cold and unmoving, stayed settled on the boy for a mere moment longer before she took a seat in the middle of the room. Her training pistol was back in her room, per academy regulations, so she was actually free of weaponry. However, something about that boy made her wish she had the weapon. He simply rubbed her the wrong way, and so she kept her muscles in a state of relaxed tension, just like her mind. She could spring into a fight immediately if she needed to, but otherwise she'd save it for training.
When she reached the classroom, she opened the doors and stepped in, just to find the classroom mostly empty. Three other girls were already in their seats, and one guy sat in the very back. Looking each of them over, she wasn't able to discern much from the women, after all they weren't saying all that much. The man, however, she was already able to draw an impression of. His uniform was emblazoned with two symbols, both of which Ayaka was able to recognize after a moment's examination. One marked him as an honored student, not "Honors", "Honored" as she'd discovered there was a difference after consulting the school handbook. The other was a company patch for HawX Dynamo, a mech company. In her own opinion, they were overrated, after all their hands had never touched her X-5 and it was a wonderful mech, however she reserved judgement on the company itself.
Before she walked to her seat, her eyes fixed on the boy, slightly squinted, in evaluation. He seemed to have an air of relaxed confidence about him, and that combined with his obvious decorations didn't sit right with Ayaka. Her gaze, cold and unmoving, stayed settled on the boy for a mere moment longer before she took a seat in the middle of the room. Her training pistol was back in her room, per academy regulations, so she was actually free of weaponry. However, something about that boy made her wish she had the weapon. He simply rubbed her the wrong way, and so she kept her muscles in a state of relaxed tension, just like her mind. She could spring into a fight immediately if she needed to, but otherwise she'd save it for training.
The click of boots echoed down a hall, and some students stayed well clear of the woman coming down the hall. Tsumura Ayaka, or just Aya to her friends, was already well known throughout the school for her willingness to resort to force. On her first day, some elder boy had kept hitting on her without fail. She'd been quick enough to beat him down and, just to freak him out more, had even brandished her training pistol. He'd nearly pissed himself by the time he realized it was nothing more than a BB pistol, no threat at all, but that didn't matter. His dignity had taken the blow, and since then nobody messed with Ayaka. That was, after all, the way she liked it, since she hadn't meant anyone at this school she wanted to befriend.
With a shake of her head, she returned her mind to the present and continued her careful walk. Today was MF piloting training, most likely combat training, the day she'd been waiting for since the moment she arrived at this school. However, she was already going to be early as it was, and so she didn't jeopardize her reputation by running. Instead, she muffled her excitement until she reached the hangars. When she did, she immediately strode up to the X-5 that was hers and grinned, gently running her hand along the metal.
She was here to represent the best and brightest of the next generation of UEG pilots, and she took that quite seriously. However, she couldn't help the girlish excitement that filled her at the thought of piloting her precious X-5. It had a name, of course, though she'd never dare tell anyone about it. She'd taken to calling the mecha "Masaki" in honor of one of her friends back on base who hadn't made it into Tsukino-Danvers. He had made her promise to do so, and she was nothing of not a woman of her word, so the mech bore the name with pride.
Climbing up into the cockpit, she ran her systems check to ensure everything was well. The rocket pod was loaded, spare ammunition stored safely, the laser cannon charged. She turned her attention to the "Exterior Weapons Display", or EXD, to ascertain the status of her rifle and knife. The rifle read as full, with extra ammo stored within the massive weapon itself. The knife registered as sheathed, thanks to the sensors she'd installed in there, and she grinned. Masaki was ready for combat and so was she, so now all she had to do was wait. So, she continued her systems check with a light hum coming from her mouth. She was ready to show everyone what she could do, and prove she was an ace MF pilot.
With a shake of her head, she returned her mind to the present and continued her careful walk. Today was MF piloting training, most likely combat training, the day she'd been waiting for since the moment she arrived at this school. However, she was already going to be early as it was, and so she didn't jeopardize her reputation by running. Instead, she muffled her excitement until she reached the hangars. When she did, she immediately strode up to the X-5 that was hers and grinned, gently running her hand along the metal.
She was here to represent the best and brightest of the next generation of UEG pilots, and she took that quite seriously. However, she couldn't help the girlish excitement that filled her at the thought of piloting her precious X-5. It had a name, of course, though she'd never dare tell anyone about it. She'd taken to calling the mecha "Masaki" in honor of one of her friends back on base who hadn't made it into Tsukino-Danvers. He had made her promise to do so, and she was nothing of not a woman of her word, so the mech bore the name with pride.
Climbing up into the cockpit, she ran her systems check to ensure everything was well. The rocket pod was loaded, spare ammunition stored safely, the laser cannon charged. She turned her attention to the "Exterior Weapons Display", or EXD, to ascertain the status of her rifle and knife. The rifle read as full, with extra ammo stored within the massive weapon itself. The knife registered as sheathed, thanks to the sensors she'd installed in there, and she grinned. Masaki was ready for combat and so was she, so now all she had to do was wait. So, she continued her systems check with a light hum coming from her mouth. She was ready to show everyone what she could do, and prove she was an ace MF pilot.
Antoine giggled at Howard's use of French and lightly punched his shoulder, saying "Oui, Monsieur." She then casually commented "You know, this team is a bit odd in who it keeps as regulars." She let that comment hang for a moment before continuing "We're always here, so are Imran and Svetlana, yet who else can be called constant? There must be some reason for this. Oui, we are the best in our fields, but isn't the same true for those who cycle out? Why, then, does command always try to hang on to us?" She shrugged slightly at that, adding "It's a mystery, Mon ami, and I don't like things I don't know."
With that, however, she said "Then again, life is full of such things, no?" She then drew her pistol, unloaded it, and pulled a rag from the pocket of her old military jacket that was a constant part of her casual clothing. It was always good to keep it, as cleaning weapons was a productive use of boredom to ensure you didn't have to do it later when more interesting things were happening. She casually sat on the floor and, as she'd done hundreds of times, disassembled the sidearm and began cleaning its component parts. Even as she did this, she said to Howard "You'll have to take me hunting some time, Howie, I'd love to see how my skills compare to the sense of animals."
With that, however, she said "Then again, life is full of such things, no?" She then drew her pistol, unloaded it, and pulled a rag from the pocket of her old military jacket that was a constant part of her casual clothing. It was always good to keep it, as cleaning weapons was a productive use of boredom to ensure you didn't have to do it later when more interesting things were happening. She casually sat on the floor and, as she'd done hundreds of times, disassembled the sidearm and began cleaning its component parts. Even as she did this, she said to Howard "You'll have to take me hunting some time, Howie, I'd love to see how my skills compare to the sense of animals."
Yeah, I figured it'd be alright, after all I always like being referenced.
My CS!
Name: Aria Tatsumoto
Code name: Athena
Appearance:
Faction: Rebels
Personality: Aria is a very inventive girl, often trying to discover new ways to approach a situation. She is very serious as well, especially in fights, and always treats it as life or death whether it actually is or not. She is very passionate about the rebellion and is frequently very sensitive to people who say it won't succeed. She knows how to have fun when just with her friends, but when meeting new people she is very cordial and polite.
Bio: Aria was born to a middle-class family who were known for being soldiers. From a young age, this fate was pressed onto Aria. Her parents drilled their daughter from age 8 on up, determined that when she inevitably went to fight the rebels, she would survive. However, this built a massive resentment towards both her parents and the government inside Aria. She didn't understand why they had to force her into all this.
At age 16, she decided she was done with her parents and their drills. They took her out to a wooded area to do yet another movement drill, just for her to dart off. They never were able to find their daughter, so she snuck off to live on her own. The world, however, is not kind to a girl with nothing to her name but a gun and survival gear.
Aria was forced to live in the woods and survive on her own. Soon, it got to the point where her rifle was a last ditch weapon, and she relied on hand-crafted weapons and things she could steal. This was no real life, at least not by most standard, but to Aria it was a dream. She was free to do as she liked, when she liked, and not forced to drill every day. However, seh was destined for bigger things.
5 months after her 16th Birthday, Aria was found by Abigail and brought to join the rebels. She quickly put her skills and abilities to use for the rebel cause, causing entire government shipments to vanish without a trace.
Abilities:
Stealth: Something about Aria renders her almost completely un-noticable when she's hiding. Its beyond normal skill, as if the shadows themselves swallow her whenever she's hiding. In reality, that is precisely what is happening. Aria is able to literally become one with the shadows
Weapon Manipulation: Aria is an expert shot with any weapon, by skill, and an excellent melee combatant. However, she is also seemingly capable of extending her own willpower over whatever weapon she is using. Guns will shoot straighter, farther, faster and jam less often when in Aria's hands. Meanwhile, melee weapons will swing faster, go through more, and be more hardy. Aria can do this with any object, but only when she intends to use it as a weapon, not for more civil purposes.
Name: Aria Tatsumoto
Code name: Athena
Appearance:
Faction: Rebels
Personality: Aria is a very inventive girl, often trying to discover new ways to approach a situation. She is very serious as well, especially in fights, and always treats it as life or death whether it actually is or not. She is very passionate about the rebellion and is frequently very sensitive to people who say it won't succeed. She knows how to have fun when just with her friends, but when meeting new people she is very cordial and polite.
Bio: Aria was born to a middle-class family who were known for being soldiers. From a young age, this fate was pressed onto Aria. Her parents drilled their daughter from age 8 on up, determined that when she inevitably went to fight the rebels, she would survive. However, this built a massive resentment towards both her parents and the government inside Aria. She didn't understand why they had to force her into all this.
At age 16, she decided she was done with her parents and their drills. They took her out to a wooded area to do yet another movement drill, just for her to dart off. They never were able to find their daughter, so she snuck off to live on her own. The world, however, is not kind to a girl with nothing to her name but a gun and survival gear.
Aria was forced to live in the woods and survive on her own. Soon, it got to the point where her rifle was a last ditch weapon, and she relied on hand-crafted weapons and things she could steal. This was no real life, at least not by most standard, but to Aria it was a dream. She was free to do as she liked, when she liked, and not forced to drill every day. However, seh was destined for bigger things.
5 months after her 16th Birthday, Aria was found by Abigail and brought to join the rebels. She quickly put her skills and abilities to use for the rebel cause, causing entire government shipments to vanish without a trace.
Abilities:
Stealth: Something about Aria renders her almost completely un-noticable when she's hiding. Its beyond normal skill, as if the shadows themselves swallow her whenever she's hiding. In reality, that is precisely what is happening. Aria is able to literally become one with the shadows
Weapon Manipulation: Aria is an expert shot with any weapon, by skill, and an excellent melee combatant. However, she is also seemingly capable of extending her own willpower over whatever weapon she is using. Guns will shoot straighter, farther, faster and jam less often when in Aria's hands. Meanwhile, melee weapons will swing faster, go through more, and be more hardy. Aria can do this with any object, but only when she intends to use it as a weapon, not for more civil purposes.
Well then, that just made my headache-filled afternoon a lot better
So how many people were you thinkin for this Vita?
Antoine watched as Howard entered, and casually increased her profile and stepped forward ever so slightly to make herself easier to see, since she was comfortable enough with Howard. She stood up and took a seat near him, looking over and nodding at his statements concerning the newbies. After a moment, she said in her usual, soft voice "They're still with Imran. From what I can tell, they're just more SF grunts." She stretched her arms slightly and allowed a soft yawn to escape, so seemingly innocent yet so at odds with the pistol that one could see sticking from her boot.
Glancing over at the area as well, she said with a giggle "You look really fuzzy Howard, almost like a bear." To demonstrate, and have a little fun at his expense, she stood up and walked over. She hugged him and giggled again, saying "Just like my teddy bear as a little girl." She then released him and stepped back, adding "Though, your far more lethal than a teddy bear, Mon Ami." With that, she sat back down and commented "Do you think the new blood will be able to blend in with us? It isn't often that anyone takes to Scimitar really well."
Glancing over at the area as well, she said with a giggle "You look really fuzzy Howard, almost like a bear." To demonstrate, and have a little fun at his expense, she stood up and walked over. She hugged him and giggled again, saying "Just like my teddy bear as a little girl." She then released him and stepped back, adding "Though, your far more lethal than a teddy bear, Mon Ami." With that, she sat back down and commented "Do you think the new blood will be able to blend in with us? It isn't often that anyone takes to Scimitar really well."
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