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April 27th 2027
Just inside the border of Taniland
African Continent


Sohee adjusted her gear as the old rickety DC-3 rattled its way through the humid evening air of Taniland, the roar of the engines drowning out all attempts at conversation. She sat quietly on the nylon webbing seat, her hands resting on her knees, her body swaying slightly with the constant vibrations of the ancient plane. She had long learnt to tune out discomfort. Her eyes were closed, breathing steady and her mind relaxed, despite the environment. It may be meditation or simply preparation that allowed her to set aside the rattling fuselage, the loud engines and the metallic tang of its interior.Her previous experience had taught her that ‘rest can be as deadly a weapon as a pistol or grenade.’ When the plane descended with a jolt, she opened her eyes and glanced at the others in the team.

She caught Meg peering out of the porthole, her shades perched on her head. Sohee didn’t bother to look out of the window. The details of the outside terrain of Taniland would be visible soon enough anyway.

The roughness of the landing brought a smirk to her lips. She’d been on worse flights, but this one was definitely in her top five for “barely holding together.” As the co-pilot moved past, gesturing to the hatch, Sohee unclipped her belt and stood, her movements fluid despite the cramped quarters. She immediately slung on her Camelbak before moving to hoist one of the peli cases as the hatch opened, as the warm earthy air of Taniland invaded the interior of the ancient DC-3.

Following Meg and the others out of the plane, she took her first step onto the dusty ground. The heat of the evening was thick and slightly oppressive, the faint breeze carrying the scent of dirt and vegetation that reminded her of other missions in places just like this. Her gaze landed on Jamison, who stood by the idling minibus, a calm air of authority around her.

She suppressed a hint of amusement at the contrast between Jamison’s pristine attire and their own worn, practical combat gear. Meg handled the conversation well enough, and Sohee preferred to conserve her energy for what lay ahead. When the gear was stowed and the team loaded into the minibus, Sohee claimed a seat near the back. Her hands rested loosely on her knees, her fingers occasionally drumming against the fabric of her tactical pants as she listened intently. As Jamison briefed them on the situation, Sohee’s eyes stayed on the passing scenery, watching out for anything that could pose a threat to the team. Jamison’s voice carried over the road noise, detailing the situation with pinpoint accuracy. Her expression remained neutral, but her mind worked through the possibilities.

When the dossier made its way to her, Sohee flipped through it with systemic precision, committing Adebayo’s face and profile to memory. She knew that time was crucial, every second they delayed put Adebayo at greater risk. As Meg mentioned “No time like the present”, Sohee smirked once more and replied “Copy that. We move fast, hit harder, and pull him out before they even know what hit them.”
Finally finished with my character at last!

@Rhona W

I'll be taking the Support Gunner/Technical Specialist in that case!
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@FourtyTwo has already taken the Support Gunner role, but you're welcome to the Technical Specialist secondary role with a different Primary


Ah, can't believe I missed that. If Smike doesn't take the Marksman role, I would like that. If not, then I guess the only spot available for me would be the Grenadier?
Interested in the Support Gunner with the Technical Specialist role!
I’d like to place my interest for this here, if that’s alright.
Genevieve Chalamet



Location: Castle in the estate grounds of the Baroness Chalamet - Before

There was never any doubt that Genevieve would be going once the call to arms came to the city of Miroux. It hadn’t been all that long since the dreadful tragedy that had robbed her of her father, the Baron along with her dearest brothers and all of the household guard that she knew and grew up with. Her mother, the baroness didn’t think to stop her, for she too would like to get some revenge of her own, even though it would have to be through the hands of her eldest living child. The youngest of the family had hugged her the night before and refused to let go, especially when the lass didn’t know when or if she would ever see her sister again. It took a good long while and a whole lot of coaxing and sobbing, before the young girl would part from her older sister, reluctantly leaving Genevieve’s room to go to bed. “Promise me you’ll return. Promise me that you’ll be back. Everyone is gone now. It’s just me and mother left.” Without waiting for an answer, young Marie left the room before she started crying again.

Location: Parrence, Relouse Encampment - Current

After sleeping for a couple of hours, Genevieve woke before the rose into the sky, gathering all her essentials and belongings and readied Bernard for the journey. Once preparations were done, Lady Chalamet left the family castle and began the journey through countless sea of green fields and pastures southward towards the city of Relouse, where a vast encampment had gathered to answer the call of his Majesty, King Arcel of Parrence. When she finally arrived at the encampment, she made her way towards the vast armour of tents where a large myriad of soldiers of all kinds were gathering, chatting, and readying themselves for the battle to come. There were plenty of people looking to spill Eskandr blood, and she reckoned that none of such would find themselves disappointed by the time the battle started. Leaving Bernard together with the rest of horses at the stables, Genevieve, clad in her armour, moved on towards the huge crowd that was already gathering as the Archbishop of Relouse alongside the King and Queen took their place to face the Grand Armée. As the monks rang their bells, and the prayers started, she too began praying to the Pentad for their blessings in the battles to come, her golden pendant of Dami clasped in between her palms. Dami would guide her, just as Escheran would empower her.

“Amen.” she muttered as she finished her prayer along with many others in the crowd. Then came the defining moment, as the King gave a rather rousing and inspiring speech, which he ended with a Vive la Parrence that immediately got the crowd of warriors cheering. Weapons of all kinds rose in the air, and Genevieve found herself raising her sword into the air as well. “VIVE LA PARRENCE!” As the king and queen began the prayers once more, she renewed her prayers along with them, word for word, her own voice bolstering the volume of the crowd. Once the prayers ended and the crowd began to disperse, Lady Chalamet followed the King and a small group of others to the command tent where the battle plans lay on a map. She keenly observed the others as they spoke, and made no attempt to join the conversation yet.

She listened intently to the one that was commonly known as the Tourrare, as the Lion knight voiced out his suggestion of leading a small expeditionary force, but she decided that her skills would better benefit the defenses on the shore. Keeping her silence as others began to volunteer for Ser Arslan’s expeditionary force, Genevieve recognised the other knight as Ser Maerec as he talked to one called Arnaud. She heard him speak of the defenses at the shore, and as that aligned with her interests, she felt keen to contribute. Putting on an inviting smile, she voiced her thoughts to the pair. “I too would like to participate in the shore defenses for the upcoming attack.”

Hey Force and Fury!

I have tidied up her story and stuff! Praying that it reads better now, and is not as messy and trashy as it was before.


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