Hanomai"Oh this is bad, so very very bad. Why did I say it was the mandalorians?! Such a stupid idea...those poor bastards!* Trinity sat huddled in her personal server on the ship, designed as a small house overlooking a canyon-place of some sort. She was sitting on the porch of the house, no dark blue holographic hue to her or the area. She had her head buried in her hands.
Outside of Trinity's realm, a certain Gray Sith and his faithful companion have stolen a bloody and scorchmarked APC and are heading for the reported Mandalorian camp.
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"Agreed, and good shooting." He stood up and took a step back as a bolt flew by his head. "Ruffians. I believe I saw them retrieving their jetpacks, which means that we will get to have a little skeet to practice on." He looked at him, his eye turning pink for a few moments as he turned towards the edge and jumped off, using his hand to claw the wall and slow himself down as he plummeted towards the ground and launched off, going into a roll and firing after he stood, downing two more slavers. He ducked as blaster fire went towards his unprotected position and sprinted, heading for a large boulder where he dived in and got against it. He drew most of the attention from Iisska, a few Batarians taking off into the air to head after him were picked off by either Iisska or Sterling. His aim was definitely as good as he let on, dropping Batarians the very second they even popped. Their numbers plummeted quickly and when they started to head back into the camp to take cover, Sterling was waiting for them, having moved into the compound. Slavers had nowhere to run except straight into the void.
Together, the two cleaned house, going through the compound and making sure every Batarian was dead. They made their way towards the prisoner's cells and found a couple more Batarians, beginning executions, but they stopped them before anybody was killed. The prison cells were dank, darkened and grimy, the cells themselves were electrified with a forcefield and were cramped. Over a hundred and fifty people of varying races, sizes, and genders were locked in. Many of them separated from families into different cells. They disabled the cells, letting the slaves come together and hug, kiss, greet, and make sure each other was okay. Some however, were not as lucky. Many had their legs broken, some were dead. In a far cell, they found a small child, a Togruta female with her legs broken. Light orange in color, no face paint or colorings on it. Her Lekku was short, just barely resting on her shoulders, and they had stripes over it, but she was badly bruised, cuts all over her body, dark blue, torn and slightly shredded robes covering her. Her legs were broken.
Marquis tried to approach, but stopped as the girl started to breathe erratically and bury her face in the corner, terrified. She said several words that he couldn't understand but recognized as Togruti. He turned and found Iisska waiting just on the edge of the crowd. "Excuse me, Iisska. A word." He approached and crossed his arms. "A stupid question, but do you happen to be fluent in Togruti?" He gestured into the cell at the girl hiding in the corner. What was needed exactly became self explanatory.
Iisska raised a brow at Marquis and made a noise that could only be described as a deep hollow purr before speaking, "Yamar ch. Nadad zaasan yuu ch bish aav eej khoyor--" the low, trilling sarcastic remark trailed off as he saw what Marqius was pointing at. His shoulders slumped and he scratched the back of his neck, "Oh... Yeah. I'll take care of it." Iisska walked over to the girl and crouched next to her and a quiet conversation started between the two that ended with him slinging the cycler over his back and picking her up in his arms.
They exited the compound with girl in tow. The other slaves went toward the garage and found ships and speeders, taking them and heading off planet. He had sent a message and pictures of the area to the proper authorities and told them where to credit the reward. "I just realized something, Iisska. We are close to the reported area of the Mandalorians. I do not see why we cannot take a look." Iisska agreed and they followed the trail out of the Batarian compound to find their bikes, ready for them. They kicked them on again and took off, heading deeper into the canyon to find the Mandalorian compound.
Their ride was not long, a half hour or so. After dismounting they went towards the Mandalorian compound, leaving their bikes behind rocks. The girl had mentioned to Iisska that her name was Kifkae and took a position on his shoulders, patting his head every now and then, happy to be with her own kind. At one point, a horrifying stench hit the Togruta's noses and they ran around the corner, expecting a firefight. What they came upon however, wanted to make them puke in a corner.
The camp was utterly destroyed. Bodies were splattered into walls, impaled, eviscerated. Claw marks, Saber scars, marks where bites had occurred. Pure carnage. Almost all of the buildings that were here were destroyed, they even found some women and children among the blood and death. Kifkae patted Iisska's head and had him back out of the place, saying that there was an unnatural darkness left over. How she could feel it was beyond both of them, but Marquis took pictures, sent them to the authorities saying that somebody had tore through there and if nobody else had claimed it, they were claiming the completion of the contract.
Not soon after heading back to the speeders, Marquis got a call. He answered. "Where is my rifle, Sterling." It was Zen's voice and he had a very neutral, oddly terrifying voice to him. Iisska turned, hearing the voice too, but Sterling held up a finger, telling him to wait. "We found it at the Slaver camp. I was coming to surprise you with it. It was sold to the Batarians by the Mandalorians." He crossed his fingers, hoping his lie would satisfy Zen. He wouldn't be able to tell if Sterling was lying or not as he was a robot. "How did they get into my Ship to steal my rifle?" "I am unsure. Remember, the ship does not have Sensors and when you are asleep, you tend not to notice people coming in and out of your room." "Bring my rifle back to me soon." "Not a problem, Zen." He finished the call and sighed before asking for the rifle back. "That was close. But that also explains what happened to the camp there...The man has...simple pleasures in life. Apparently when they are taken away for any reason...well, you saw what happened. I apologize for that. I had no idea Zen would snap like that at the taking of his rifle."
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"I burn endlessly, an intextinguishable inferno within the depths of a storm of passion and grace." Septimus Aureous, Captain of the Turian Frigate: Elysium
I've been roleplaying and writing for a little over half my life, and I'm 22. If I come across as cynical, picky, overly willing to write a huge CS, very inquisitive, and even ready to drop an RP out of nowhere, I apologize. I've seen way too many RPs look good only to end up smashing face first into the dirt with almost no explanation to it. I tend to see an impending crash coming from a mile away and will jump ship long before the water reaches my feet.
I enjoy most genres, including Sci-fi, Fantasy, Magic-fantasy, fandom-reworks, modern, sci-fantasy, and most things under the sun. No. I'm not going to partake in highschool or pony or anime roleplays. Outside of those, I tend to take a part in most of what peaks my interest or curiosity.
I am currently involved in an RP surrounding the exploits of the Crimson Dusicyon and her pirate crew.
As well as continuing the adventures of the manic crew of the harpoon in an infinite quest for dat poon tang.
I am currently working on several short stories that I tend to flip back and forth on depending on where I'm leaning.
I'm working on a story involving an Orbital Drop Shock Trooper trapped beneath a hundred kilos of rubble and, with her life mere hours away from being extinguished, she lets her mind wander to her past and her experiences with the dangerous anti-UNSC terrorists. I've taken to call this: Halo ODST: Rebellion.
I am also working on my most deeply thought out world and story: Sonnet of a Damned Cowboy. A story taking place hundreds of years in the future, where the earth is a barren desert due to the earth being cooked alive. The survivors make their own stories as they drive huge caravans of huge mechs called Lancers and deliver supplies from one town to another.
Finally, I am working on a Fallout based story taking place in the frozen north of Canada, old survivors of the Enclave's oppression struggle to survive in the relentless cold. Battle hardened, tired, and cold. They all know that the smallest of mistakes in the frozen wastes will be almost certain death.
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They had lost them, quite easily he might add. They dismounted from their speeders and hid them behind a few rocks. Iisska tended to them while Marquis stepped away and looked around. His eye changed to a bright yellow color, scanning the ridges. He held his rifle in hand as he looked around. He seemed to mutter to himself quite a lot. He scanned every inch of the canyons, finding every route, every trail, every path. He quickly pinpointed just where the slavers were.
When Iisska came up behind him and asked about the slavers, Marquis pointed down the trail, following a river. "They are this way, follow me." He lead him up a river, sneaking through the canyon until they came upon a large waterfall in the distance. Marquis' eye turned red and he held up his rifle, his vision magnifying. "There are several silhouettes ahead hidden behind that waterfall. Hmm" He looked around again and saw a path upwards. He lead Iisska up to a small alcove hidden in the canyon wall. They were able to set up their posts and lay down on the ground, sighting in. "Do not try and rapidly fire it, the Cycler will slow down when it passes through the waterfall. We want to lure them out of their hiding spot. Ready?
When Iisska came up behind him and asked about the slavers, Marquis pointed down the trail, following a river. "They are this way, follow me." He lead him up a river, sneaking through the canyon until they came upon a large waterfall in the distance. Marquis' eye turned red and he held up his rifle, his vision magnifying. "There are several silhouettes ahead hidden behind that waterfall. Hmm" He looked around again and saw a path upwards. He lead Iisska up to a small alcove hidden in the canyon wall. They were able to set up their posts and lay down on the ground, sighting in. "Do not try and rapidly fire it, the Cycler will slow down when it passes through the waterfall. We want to lure them out of their hiding spot. Ready?
"If humans dream of sheep, and robots dream of Electric sheep...what do near comatose 90% prosthetic humanoids dream of?"
The question reverberated off of the walls within Sebastian's brain as he slept. "I would say that they dream of how Ravens are Writing-desks." "I agree, me, I have dreamed of that before." "Dream of it again, then." "Can't, lost me writin' arm." "How in the hell did I lose my writing arm?" "Giant robots." "Makes sense...did I punch it?" "Yes I did. Saved a girl too." "Nice! Wait...is that why I'm comatose-well, near comatose?" "Yep." "I need to wake up, and soon." "Why not now?" "Because I don't know. Giant robots?" "Or you want to keep pretending that you have a writing arm." "I can just use my armor. Brain signals, yo." "Then wake up, me!"
"YYyyyyahhhh, Noooo." Sebastian sat up in bed unexpectedly and collided with Brooklyn's head with his own. They both flew backwards, Sebastian going right back into the pillow, yelling, while Brooklyn stumbled back to her own bed, dazed. "Owwww...the fuck happened last night to give me this pounding headache?!" Her hand rubbed her forehead where he had struck it, "I'm sorry! I-- ... You don't remember?" Her eyes, one completely dark red and bloodshot, flicked over him still. "Uuuhhg.." He sat up and shook his head. "Wait...yyeah, yeah, I remember now. WAIT." He looked over to her and got up, nothing but underwear on, and tried to walk on his left leg, only to fall forward into her lap. He got up and looked at her. "YOur eye is bloodshot and you look horrible...but you're alive." Stabilizing him with her hands on his shoulders she pushed him back onto his own bed again, "Thanks," she grumbled, "Your mouth still seems to be working." She leaned forward to get a closer look at his leg.
He tried to use his left arm to sit next to her so she could get a better look. It was difficult as hell for him to move due to the immense soreness in his body, but he did it anyway. It was then he noticed his arm and how bad it actually was for him. "Oh...my arm is gone. Well, that's going to be fun. At least my armor can hook up to my brain." Brows knitted together she shifted and put a hand under his left knee, which was wrapped tightly, and tried to move the wraps and move the joint a litte to see what was going on. A warmth flooded over her supporting hand and she yanked it away. It came up smeared with red. She looked up at him with wide eyes.
"What... What did you do?"
"Oh, right, you were choking to death from smoke and large things being yanked out of you. If I remember correctly, I...I became scared." He broke eye contact and leaned on his good arm, on his thigh. Things were coming back to him quickly. "Jumped onto the scorpion mech, shattered my hand in breaking open the tungsten steel, lost my arm and exploded my knee from peeling back the armor, jumped in and punched everything until I broke you free and got you to safety only for the mech to explode and...I'm blank from then on, but judging from your lack of serious burns except for your shoulders and from the scorch marks on my skin, I'd say I shielded you..." "In a nutshell, I became scared. I could have just had DT cut it open using her precision laser, but...yeah, this is what happens when I become legitimately scared and angry at the same time. I uh...resort to my base tools." He flexed his hand, looking at it. Scars and marks adorning it. "Which reminds me. I'm going to punch Sev as hard as I can with my stub. Bastard told me to abandon you."
Slowly, she turned away from him and slouched. Her shoulders rose, taking a deep shaking breath, "May--" she cleared her throat, "Maybe you should have... Lay down," her voice cracked and she stood up, "I'll go see if I can find something better than the bandages for your knee." He stopped her, holding her arm. "Not going to do that." He spoke plainly. "I don't abandon friends. Not for any reason. I'll sacrifice myself first. " "I don't want you to sacrifice yourself," carefull not to look at him she sniffled and tried to wrench her arm away. He let go and let her walk away, feeling weak. "Don't care if you don't want me to sacrifice myself. I'm not going to abandon my friends. Especially ones like you that have proven that they aren't just a waste of space." She stopped a few feet from the door and wiped her face with the heel of her hand taking another deep breath and clearing her throat again, "... Thank you." "Anytime." He smiled, removing his mask and feeling his face. It was still scarred, but it wasn't more damaged than normal.
MEANWHILE...
Downstairs...
"CHUG, CHUG, CHUG, CHUG, CHUG, CHUG, CHUG...WAHAAAAYYY!" Sev was living it up, downing shots of rusty-oil in front of another robot. He was winning by a longshot. Rusty-oil was the robotic equivalent of heavy alcohol that will make a robot perform very slowly if too much is consumed.
MEANWHILE...
"Thank you for being so helpful Gabriel...I think in a couple days I'll be fine...hand me my satchel, please." He looked at where she pointed and grabbed her leather satchel for her. She opened it up as she lay on the bed and pulled out the heavy star, it had barely fit in there. "I think we'll all be out for a couple days...but I think taking the star back to the island will be the best choice. Give you a chance to train your dragon a bit...wow, I never thought I'd hear those words come out of my own mouth. Fascinating...."
The question reverberated off of the walls within Sebastian's brain as he slept. "I would say that they dream of how Ravens are Writing-desks." "I agree, me, I have dreamed of that before." "Dream of it again, then." "Can't, lost me writin' arm." "How in the hell did I lose my writing arm?" "Giant robots." "Makes sense...did I punch it?" "Yes I did. Saved a girl too." "Nice! Wait...is that why I'm comatose-well, near comatose?" "Yep." "I need to wake up, and soon." "Why not now?" "Because I don't know. Giant robots?" "Or you want to keep pretending that you have a writing arm." "I can just use my armor. Brain signals, yo." "Then wake up, me!"
"YYyyyyahhhh, Noooo." Sebastian sat up in bed unexpectedly and collided with Brooklyn's head with his own. They both flew backwards, Sebastian going right back into the pillow, yelling, while Brooklyn stumbled back to her own bed, dazed. "Owwww...the fuck happened last night to give me this pounding headache?!" Her hand rubbed her forehead where he had struck it, "I'm sorry! I-- ... You don't remember?" Her eyes, one completely dark red and bloodshot, flicked over him still. "Uuuhhg.." He sat up and shook his head. "Wait...yyeah, yeah, I remember now. WAIT." He looked over to her and got up, nothing but underwear on, and tried to walk on his left leg, only to fall forward into her lap. He got up and looked at her. "YOur eye is bloodshot and you look horrible...but you're alive." Stabilizing him with her hands on his shoulders she pushed him back onto his own bed again, "Thanks," she grumbled, "Your mouth still seems to be working." She leaned forward to get a closer look at his leg.
He tried to use his left arm to sit next to her so she could get a better look. It was difficult as hell for him to move due to the immense soreness in his body, but he did it anyway. It was then he noticed his arm and how bad it actually was for him. "Oh...my arm is gone. Well, that's going to be fun. At least my armor can hook up to my brain." Brows knitted together she shifted and put a hand under his left knee, which was wrapped tightly, and tried to move the wraps and move the joint a litte to see what was going on. A warmth flooded over her supporting hand and she yanked it away. It came up smeared with red. She looked up at him with wide eyes.
"What... What did you do?"
"Oh, right, you were choking to death from smoke and large things being yanked out of you. If I remember correctly, I...I became scared." He broke eye contact and leaned on his good arm, on his thigh. Things were coming back to him quickly. "Jumped onto the scorpion mech, shattered my hand in breaking open the tungsten steel, lost my arm and exploded my knee from peeling back the armor, jumped in and punched everything until I broke you free and got you to safety only for the mech to explode and...I'm blank from then on, but judging from your lack of serious burns except for your shoulders and from the scorch marks on my skin, I'd say I shielded you..." "In a nutshell, I became scared. I could have just had DT cut it open using her precision laser, but...yeah, this is what happens when I become legitimately scared and angry at the same time. I uh...resort to my base tools." He flexed his hand, looking at it. Scars and marks adorning it. "Which reminds me. I'm going to punch Sev as hard as I can with my stub. Bastard told me to abandon you."
Slowly, she turned away from him and slouched. Her shoulders rose, taking a deep shaking breath, "May--" she cleared her throat, "Maybe you should have... Lay down," her voice cracked and she stood up, "I'll go see if I can find something better than the bandages for your knee." He stopped her, holding her arm. "Not going to do that." He spoke plainly. "I don't abandon friends. Not for any reason. I'll sacrifice myself first. " "I don't want you to sacrifice yourself," carefull not to look at him she sniffled and tried to wrench her arm away. He let go and let her walk away, feeling weak. "Don't care if you don't want me to sacrifice myself. I'm not going to abandon my friends. Especially ones like you that have proven that they aren't just a waste of space." She stopped a few feet from the door and wiped her face with the heel of her hand taking another deep breath and clearing her throat again, "... Thank you." "Anytime." He smiled, removing his mask and feeling his face. It was still scarred, but it wasn't more damaged than normal.
MEANWHILE...
Downstairs...
"CHUG, CHUG, CHUG, CHUG, CHUG, CHUG, CHUG...WAHAAAAYYY!" Sev was living it up, downing shots of rusty-oil in front of another robot. He was winning by a longshot. Rusty-oil was the robotic equivalent of heavy alcohol that will make a robot perform very slowly if too much is consumed.
MEANWHILE...
"Thank you for being so helpful Gabriel...I think in a couple days I'll be fine...hand me my satchel, please." He looked at where she pointed and grabbed her leather satchel for her. She opened it up as she lay on the bed and pulled out the heavy star, it had barely fit in there. "I think we'll all be out for a couple days...but I think taking the star back to the island will be the best choice. Give you a chance to train your dragon a bit...wow, I never thought I'd hear those words come out of my own mouth. Fascinating...."
Hearing her over the comms, Sebastian dropped the act with the hornyness and let go of Anna, letting Sev take her. He clicked his armor again and it repaired itself, his helmet coming back. His shoulders and arms increased in size as the armor prepared itself for what he was about to do. He sprinted at the scorpion and jumped up into the air, slamming down onto the top of the scorpion. The heat of it actually started to melt his armor as the reactor core melted down. He heard Sev over his radio. "THAT HULL IS MADE OF TUNGSTEN STEEL. YOU WILL NOT BREAK THROUGH. ABANDON HER." He ignored him and he puleld back his hand, slamming it into the steel plating, breaking a finger already, but making a massive dent into the hull. He did it again and broke through. He saw her inside as the smoke started to pour out of the hole. She was quickly dying. He grabbed the edges and started to pull as hard as he could. He strained his arms to the point of breaking, peeling back the super strong steel, his armor starting to break away from the sheer force being applied to them. It tried to repair itself, but the heat was destroying it. He started to scream as the pain became intense and the hull peeled back. He continued to yell as the pain became too much and he almost fell back as the armor gave way and there was a large hole. He screamed as an unbelievable pain ripped through his arm. Wait, no, his right arm was gone, flying over the edge of the scorpion and to the ground. He ignored the pain and was able to drop into the cockpit that barely had enough room for the both of them. He recognized the neural implants and started to disable them one by one, manually. Several wouldn't disable, and she was still trapped by a combat restraint. He broke the restraint with a knife in his boot and found the control console. He used his remaining arm to smash the console several times, ripping out the wires and forcibly disabling the systems on her back.
He wrapped an arm around her as she was choking to death, pulling her out and putting her on top of the scorpion for but a moment as he jumped out and grabbed her, holding her as he jumped off of the exploding Scorpion and sprinted away. He felt his left leg start to give weigh and snap, he had pulled it and put too much pressure on it and now it too was snapping off. He made it behind a small rock wall before the scorpion erupted into a nuclear explosion, sending a massive amount of force their way. He got her close and wrapped arm and legs around her protectively. The massive heat washed over them both, scorching Sebastian's armor and burning his skin. The exposed bits of her skin were burned, but he kept the heat from hurting her too badly. His armor constantly stripped way and tried to repair itself, but his skin was still burned.
When the heat finally died down and the scraps of the mech was draped everywhere, things finally calmed down into an eerie silence, the others just beginning to look for them. Sebastian didn't move, holding her tightly, his armor in pieces and his skin blackened, his missing arm wound cauterized. He finally released her and slumped back against the rock, his eyes closed, his body fading into unconsciousness from the unreal pain.
He wrapped an arm around her as she was choking to death, pulling her out and putting her on top of the scorpion for but a moment as he jumped out and grabbed her, holding her as he jumped off of the exploding Scorpion and sprinted away. He felt his left leg start to give weigh and snap, he had pulled it and put too much pressure on it and now it too was snapping off. He made it behind a small rock wall before the scorpion erupted into a nuclear explosion, sending a massive amount of force their way. He got her close and wrapped arm and legs around her protectively. The massive heat washed over them both, scorching Sebastian's armor and burning his skin. The exposed bits of her skin were burned, but he kept the heat from hurting her too badly. His armor constantly stripped way and tried to repair itself, but his skin was still burned.
When the heat finally died down and the scraps of the mech was draped everywhere, things finally calmed down into an eerie silence, the others just beginning to look for them. Sebastian didn't move, holding her tightly, his armor in pieces and his skin blackened, his missing arm wound cauterized. He finally released her and slumped back against the rock, his eyes closed, his body fading into unconsciousness from the unreal pain.
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FOREVER AGO
ENNNNNNNAAAAHHHGGG. GOING TO BED.
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KAY NIGHT.
"An accent here...wind blowing there...a sea crashing maybe, ooh, a single tree up the back...a couple vibrant pinks, blue? Nah, blue would disappear against the armor...yellow however..YES! Oh man this looks so good!" "What are you doing, Miss Briess." Melanie jumped, permanent markers and stencils flying into the air and to the floor, she turned around, using her body to cover whatever was behind her back, facing Leinhart. They were in the armory and he was standing in front of her, his arms crossed, nearly double her height. "Uh...just...fixing up an armor! Yes!" "Step aside, Miss...what...what did you do to Tristain's armor? It looks..." "I, uh...made it nice!" There was a Vibrant pattern on Tristain's black armor now, Japanese in style, using the multiple points along it as "wooden posts" in the light blue sea as they crashed up against it, a large pink Sakura Tree running up the back, mixed in with the light yellow and pink touch ups all around the armor. "Command will not enjoy this." "They won't have to know!" "I will have to wash it." "It's in permanent marker and stencil. "...Extensively." "Oh please don't!" She clasped her hands together and looked up to him, grimacing. "He'll love it, I know it!" "Hmmm" "Um...I'll talk to the other squads about capturing a brahmin and sending it here!" "What tactical advantage does this palette have?" "Uhm...blind our enemies with beauty?" He placed an armored hand onto his gigantic chin, considering what to do. He put shrugged then. "Good enough for me. If command asks, I will say that it was burned in and that overall it does not affect combat performance." "YES! Thank you! Don't tell him though. It's a surprise." She came in close for a hug before running out into the blizzard storm. Leinhart shook his head and picked up the actually rather fetching armor. While most of the darkened parts of it were gone, it probably wouldn't effect his cloak. Just make him look...snazzier. Not like it made a difference. Between a floating eyebot, a deathclaw, and a giant carrying a Gatling laser, a redhead with a colorful suit of armor could blend into a blackboard.
Joining Melanie and Bear in the messhall, he picked up his usual: Everything, and sat somewhat near the others. Close enough to hear them yet far enough that they won't be hit by a chicken bone.
"Well hey there, Slugger." Ginger sat down next to Andrew and noticed the blood on his knuckles. "Another day at the gym? What hole is this, fifteen? That reminds me." He turned towards Devon and held out his hand. "Fifty credits, sir. Told you he would come in like he just got into a fight with a metal wall and won." After retrieving his credits from Devon, he got up and grabbed some carbination and food, a steak like Tristain and a side of cheesecake. He returned to find his seat taken by Melanie, whom was delightfully chatting with Tristain. "Out of my seat, Whisper." "Doesn't have your name on it!" She looked at him and glared. "Actually it does. You've stolen my seat enough times that I carved it in there. Look." She got up to look and he yanked the seat away from her. She glared at him and he shooed her away so she could get her own seat and bring it back. He sat back down and leaned back a bit. "You guys see that we got a couple new recruits today? Lucy over there was running them through their "warmups" a few hours ago. Let them know where they were. Poor sods."
Melanie pulled up and sat down with a small sandwich. "Who were they again?" "Shibuya "Frost" River, and Lucius "Thunder" Vaughn. Shibuya is a spy that returned from a four year hike in NCR territory so she could be placed into Eagle Squad and Lucius is...well." His voice grew a little sadder as he remembered Idaho. "He's our new pilot." "I thought we were going to keep the robotic one?!" "As did I." Said Leinhart from a nearby table. "Nah, he's an Ace that has the training like Winter, but with a better shot and robo-eyes...Oh, speak of the devil."
Two fresh faces entered the hall then, Shibuya, dressed in her black enclave uniform, and Lucius, an overcoat and shiny lights. Andrew waved and pointed toward a table that Devon quickly pulled over. They were reluctant, but they sat down and exchanged handshakes. "Uh...hi. Not sure I met you four before." "Andrew, A.K.A. Deathstroke that trouble maker there is Melanie, A.K.A. Whisper, the big one over there is Leinhart. It's easier to remember than "Scissors", trust me. Bruisy mcbag-punch here is Tristain, or Ginger. Finally, this is Devon, or Venom. I prefer Carnage myself, but that's an old comicbook that only I'm a fan of apparently. The lady over yonder is, well you know her, she tried to kill you already. The last one is Alexander, or Bear. "
"Pleased to meet you." She said, a little blush on her face as she was nervous. Borderline super famous spy among the Enclave. Espionage, assassinations, document forgery, erotic visits, sneaking around. Yet she was still a virgin Introvert that didn't like crowds. "Say-la-vii" She said to herself.
Joining Melanie and Bear in the messhall, he picked up his usual: Everything, and sat somewhat near the others. Close enough to hear them yet far enough that they won't be hit by a chicken bone.
"Well hey there, Slugger." Ginger sat down next to Andrew and noticed the blood on his knuckles. "Another day at the gym? What hole is this, fifteen? That reminds me." He turned towards Devon and held out his hand. "Fifty credits, sir. Told you he would come in like he just got into a fight with a metal wall and won." After retrieving his credits from Devon, he got up and grabbed some carbination and food, a steak like Tristain and a side of cheesecake. He returned to find his seat taken by Melanie, whom was delightfully chatting with Tristain. "Out of my seat, Whisper." "Doesn't have your name on it!" She looked at him and glared. "Actually it does. You've stolen my seat enough times that I carved it in there. Look." She got up to look and he yanked the seat away from her. She glared at him and he shooed her away so she could get her own seat and bring it back. He sat back down and leaned back a bit. "You guys see that we got a couple new recruits today? Lucy over there was running them through their "warmups" a few hours ago. Let them know where they were. Poor sods."
Melanie pulled up and sat down with a small sandwich. "Who were they again?" "Shibuya "Frost" River, and Lucius "Thunder" Vaughn. Shibuya is a spy that returned from a four year hike in NCR territory so she could be placed into Eagle Squad and Lucius is...well." His voice grew a little sadder as he remembered Idaho. "He's our new pilot." "I thought we were going to keep the robotic one?!" "As did I." Said Leinhart from a nearby table. "Nah, he's an Ace that has the training like Winter, but with a better shot and robo-eyes...Oh, speak of the devil."
Two fresh faces entered the hall then, Shibuya, dressed in her black enclave uniform, and Lucius, an overcoat and shiny lights. Andrew waved and pointed toward a table that Devon quickly pulled over. They were reluctant, but they sat down and exchanged handshakes. "Uh...hi. Not sure I met you four before." "Andrew, A.K.A. Deathstroke that trouble maker there is Melanie, A.K.A. Whisper, the big one over there is Leinhart. It's easier to remember than "Scissors", trust me. Bruisy mcbag-punch here is Tristain, or Ginger. Finally, this is Devon, or Venom. I prefer Carnage myself, but that's an old comicbook that only I'm a fan of apparently. The lady over yonder is, well you know her, she tried to kill you already. The last one is Alexander, or Bear. "
"Pleased to meet you." She said, a little blush on her face as she was nervous. Borderline super famous spy among the Enclave. Espionage, assassinations, document forgery, erotic visits, sneaking around. Yet she was still a virgin Introvert that didn't like crowds. "Say-la-vii" She said to herself.
Name: Shibuya River
Age: 24
Codename: Frost
Appearance:
Biography: Shibuya was raised within the Enclave and is very loyal to them regardless of the racism that occurs at times because of the pigment of her skin and her ancestry. She has proven time and time again that she was more than worthy to be in the Enclave as she has been the primary source of intelligence for the Enclave for years. She is an extremely experienced Spy, able to hide among enemy factions for extended periods with ease. At one point, she was an NCR soldier for two years, revealing to the Enclave that the NCR had Nuclear Warheads in their possession and, unbeknownst to them, said warheads will now most likely self destruct if used.
After nearly 15 years of continuous service to the enclave, Shibuya was recommended by her father and officer for Eagle Claw training.
Age: 24
Codename: Frost
Appearance:
Biography: Shibuya was raised within the Enclave and is very loyal to them regardless of the racism that occurs at times because of the pigment of her skin and her ancestry. She has proven time and time again that she was more than worthy to be in the Enclave as she has been the primary source of intelligence for the Enclave for years. She is an extremely experienced Spy, able to hide among enemy factions for extended periods with ease. At one point, she was an NCR soldier for two years, revealing to the Enclave that the NCR had Nuclear Warheads in their possession and, unbeknownst to them, said warheads will now most likely self destruct if used.
After nearly 15 years of continuous service to the enclave, Shibuya was recommended by her father and officer for Eagle Claw training.
Workin' on a post while I wait for warframe update 14. Might throw it up tonight, might not. Not sure. Tired.
Caffine-less dreams suck.
Caffine-less dreams suck.
Pyro V said
Alexander entered the dining hall with Leinhart and Melanie, whom he'd met up with on the way, though he hardly spoke to them. They were both friendly enough - the latter of which seemed odd to him, as quiet and as suicidal as she had been before - but he wasn't much into exchanging pleasantries with anyone, even his sqaudmates. Not feeling too particularly hungry, he instead decided to indulge in one of his guilty pleasures: Hot chocolate. He wasn't sure what exactly it was, or where the Enclave got it, but it was absolutely delicious, and there wasn't anything that could keep him from it if he craved it. It was almost like he was addicted to a drug, if it were comparable. Once he had his mug, he made his way to the Eagle Claw table and sat, his weight shaking the table a little as he settled in. Not a word was said, only the gentle sipping of his chocolate.
Pyro V said
Not feeling too particularly hungry, he instead decided to indulge in one of his guilty pleasures: Hot chocolate. He wasn't sure what exactly it was, or where the Enclave got it, but it was absolutely delicious, and there wasn't anything that could keep him from it if he craved it. It was almost like he was addicted to a drug, if it were comparable. Once he had his mug, he made his way to the Eagle Claw table and sat, his weight shaking the table a little as he settled in. Not a word was said, only the gentle sipping of his chocolate.
Pyro V said Hot chocolate. He wasn't sure what exactly it was, or where the Enclave got it, but it was absolutely delicious, and there wasn't anything that could keep him from it if he craved it. It was almost like he was addicted to a drug, if it were comparable
Pyro V said Chocolate.
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