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[HIGH CASUAL] ► Her Majesty's Spirit

Elly, from the Isle of Moore

Elly

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N A M E

Ellinor Myren

T I T L E

Shieldmaiden

N A T I O N A L I T Y

Isle of Moore

A G E

26

G E N D E R

Female

S E X U A L I T Y

Heterosexual

A P P E A R A N C E

Ellinor Myren is a blonde white woman standing at about 5 feet, 11 inches. She has sky blue eyes, pretty and sharp features and a strong muscular build. Her right cheek has a scar on it, and there are a few more dotted throughout her body. Normally she wears heavy leathers and furs customary of her people, with gambeson pants and a chainmail shirt underneath it all for protection against attacks. Rural browns and whites make up her aesthetic, but these normally dull colors are vibrant and bright in her outfits. While normally she wears a headband, in battle she will don a round-topped helmet with a nose guard. Various straps wrap around her hips, waist, and chest, allowing her to store a bountiful supply of weapons on her person. Her preferred weapon is the the simply designed but efficient and lethal axe, with a wooden handle and chopping axehead. A roundshield of smaller size is usually strapped on her back, though she uses a much larger full body shield when fighting in groups. At her hip are a dagger and a short sword, and a quiver that holds several javelins. On her horse she stores arrows and a longbow.

Her horse's name, Aagbaard, or Aggy, is a dark brown with light brown spotted steed with white hair. She is adorned with a red-brown harness, satchel, and saddlebags carrying food and supplies.

I N T E R E S T S

Horses

Fables

Martial Arts

Herbalism

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Elly is a soft-spoken and amiable young woman who is quick to make light of almost any situation. Despite how easy it is for her to end another life, sympathy and compassion for others remains one of her strong suits. This seemingly paradox is one that does not go unnoticed by Ellinor herself and this does cause her to occasionally wonder if she is a bad person. Ellinor believes that the end goal of all war is peace. She loves to tell stories and sing songs of acts of valor. She believes in a world where people who believe everyone should do as they please may do as they please. Power, hierarchy, and violence are sometimes necessary but she believes any application of force should be in the name of eventually disarming oneself. Just as the master teaches the student knowing that student will one day surpass them, a warrior must one day lay down their arms and let those who come after forge ever onward.

Elly, like most people from the Isle of Moore, dislikes witches. She believes the ends do not justify the means. Fighting with honor is just as important as fighting for honor. So the scheming, manipulative and inherently behind-the-back nature of sorcery does not sit right with her. Anyone who chooses to practice witchery is someone Elly does not like as they do not fit the view of her honorable code. Anyone who fights with and for honor is someone who Elly respects, regardless of their political affiliation or nationality.

Ellinor loves music and her horse, Aggy. She has an affinity for animals and believes hunting is a sacred act. All slain animals must be paid their due for their sacrifice, and all hunting must be conducted in a fair matter, and all the parts of slain animals must be used. The strange and unnatural creatures to the far north are on shaky ground as to whether they count for this. But a common deer certainly does. She is also fascinated by plants and natural life in general.

Elly is a free-spirited person who believes in leaving every place better than when she found it. She has a kind of distaste for most figures of authority who inherited their position and nothing more. The sons of Jarls must complete trials to prove their worth, but the same cannot be said for the nobility of the twin kingdoms to the south, nor of their kings and queens. Queen Anice on the other hand was someone she respected greatly in her desire to bring peace to the land.

H I S T O R Y

Ellinor used to be considered a bit too softhearted amongst her kin. Her grandmother was a warrior, and she gave birth to a boy who followed in her footsteps. Her father was disappointed but understood completely when Elly seemed to be growing up to be a motherly homekeeper rather than a warrior. Much to his surprise though, despite her affinity for plants, singing, and children, Elly was insistent on her training to become a hunter and a soldier. While most others aimed to shake the affiliation with their childish or cute nicknames, Elly was happy to keep hers as she grew into a teenager. It fit her, she said. Her parents were worried that she wasn't fit to be a soldier, and for a while their concerns were justified. Elly underperformed amongst her comrades, even against other women her clan.

Eventually though, things began to change. Ellinor never gave up and worked ever harder, learning for her mistakes. Rising up the ranks and leaderboard of the competitive war game the kids played, Ellinor proved she had gained a significant aptitude for the ways of war. Finally her mother and father's fears were assuaded, though Elly was still a bit starry-eyed for her father's tastes. Nonetheless she continued and eventually joined the frontlines against the magical beasts that encroached on their lands, and against bandits and rival clans. She proved to be made of sterner stock on the battlefield than even her allies had anticipated and very quickly Elly became a renowned warrior amongst her kin. A leader was made of her yet and she seemed specially skilled in understanding the needs of those who fought alongside and under her command.

When the call to action sounded, Elly volunteered and was considered by most of her kin to be an excellent choice as one representative of the Isle of Moores. Most of her kin did not trust the Alovian's, and were eager to go on the offensive against them to find Queen Alice. Still, this small search and rescue operation was worth sending those who volunteered. Elly's amiable nature and wordly perspective also made her a better canditate than most of her kin, which is why those close to her supported she go even if Queen Anice wasn't up there. Her skills were better put elsewhere than the coming frontline against Alovia and their sorceresses. Elly joined the small crew of individuals who were seeking out Queen Anice in the far north. Now Elly believed this was her true calling. Peace was on the line, and centuries of conflict were about to erupt once again. There was no greater cause to fight for.

M I S C

Kept under wraps on Aggy's side is Elly's tagelharpa. Somewhere between a harp and a violin, this multi-stringed wooden instrument is Elly's implement of choice when it comes to creating songs. The strings are made of Aggy's hair and it carries a sad but pleasing sound.

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Elly, from the Isle of Moore

Elly

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N A M E

Ellinor Myren

T I T L E

Shieldmaiden

N A T I O N A L I T Y

Isle of Moore

A G E

26

G E N D E R

Female

S E X U A L I T Y

Heterosexual

A P P E A R A N C E

Ellinor Myren is a blonde white woman standing at about 5 feet, 11 inches. She has sky blue eyes, pretty and sharp features and a strong muscular build. Her right cheek has a scar on it, and there are a few more dotted throughout her body. Normally she wears heavy leathers and furs customary of her people, with gambeson pants and a chainmail shirt underneath it all for protection against attacks. Rural browns and whites make up her aesthetic, but these normally dull colors are vibrant and bright in her outfits. While normally she wears a headband, in battle she will don a round-topped helmet with a nose guard. Various straps wrap around her hips, waist, and chest, allowing her to store a bountiful supply of weapons on her person. Her preferred weapon is the the simply designed but efficient and lethal axe, with a wooden handle and chopping axehead. A roundshield of smaller size is usually strapped on her back, though she uses a much larger full body shield when fighting in groups. At her hip are a dagger and a short sword, and a quiver that holds several javelins. On her horse she stores arrows and a longbow.

Her horse's name, Aagbaard, or Aggy, is a dark brown with light brown spotted steed with white hair. She is adorned with a red-brown harness, satchel, and saddlebags carrying food and supplies.

I N T E R E S T S

Horses

Fables

Martial Arts

Herbalism

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Elly is a soft-spoken and amiable young woman who is quick to make light of almost any situation. Despite how easy it is for her to end another life, sympathy and compassion for others remains one of her strong suits. This seemingly paradox is one that does not go unnoticed by Ellinor herself and this does cause her to occasionally wonder if she is a bad person. Ellinor believes that the end goal of all war is peace. She loves to tell stories and sing songs of acts of valor. She believes in a world where people who believe everyone should do as they please may do as they please. Power, hierarchy, and violence are sometimes necessary but she believes any application of force should be in the name of eventually disarming oneself. Just as the master teaches the student knowing that student will one day surpass them, a warrior must one day lay down their arms and let those who come after forge ever onward.

Elly, like most people from the Isle of Moore, dislikes witches. She believes the ends do not justify the means. Fighting with honor is just as important as fighting for honor. So the scheming, manipulative and inherently behind-the-back nature of sorcery does not sit right with her. Anyone who chooses to practice witchery is someone Elly does not like as they do not fit the view of her honorable code. Anyone who fights with and for honor is someone who Elly respects, regardless of their political affiliation or nationality.

Ellinor loves music and her horse, Aggy. She has an affinity for animals and believes hunting is a sacred act. All slain animals must be paid their due for their sacrifice, and all hunting must be conducted in a fair matter, and all the parts of slain animals must be used. The strange and unnatural creatures to the far north are on shaky ground as to whether they count for this. But a common deer certainly does. She is also fascinated by plants and natural life in general.

Elly is a free-spirited person who believes in leaving every place better than when she found it. She has a kind of distaste for most figures of authority who inherited their position and nothing more. The sons of Jarls must complete trials to prove their worth, but the same cannot be said for the nobility of the twin kingdoms to the south, nor of their kings and queens. Queen Anice on the other hand was someone she respected greatly in her desire to bring peace to the land.

H I S T O R Y

Ellinor used to be considered a bit too softhearted amongst her kin. Her grandmother was a warrior, and she gave birth to a boy who followed in her footsteps. Her father was disappointed but understood completely when Elly seemed to be growing up to be a motherly homekeeper rather than a warrior. Much to his surprise though, despite her affinity for plants, singing, and children, Elly was insistent on her training to become a hunter and a soldier. While most others aimed to shake the affiliation with their childish or cute nicknames, Elly was happy to keep hers as she grew into a teenager. It fit her, she said. Her parents were worried that she wasn't fit to be a soldier, and for a while their concerns were justified. Elly underperformed amongst her comrades, even against other women her clan.

Eventually though, things began to change. Ellinor never gave up and worked ever harder, learning for her mistakes. Rising up the ranks and leaderboard of the competitive war game the kids played, Ellinor proved she had gained a significant aptitude for the ways of war. Finally her mother and father's fears were assuaded, though Elly was still a bit starry-eyed for her father's tastes. Nonetheless she continued and eventually joined the frontlines against the magical beasts that encroached on their lands, and against bandits and rival clans. She proved to be made of sterner stock on the battlefield than even her allies had anticipated and very quickly Elly became a renowned warrior amongst her kin. A leader was made of her yet and she seemed specially skilled in understanding the needs of those who fought alongside and under her command.

When the call to action sounded, Elly volunteered and was considered by most of her kin to be an excellent choice as one representative of the Isle of Moores. Most of her kin did not trust the Alovian's, and were eager to go on the offensive against them to find Queen Alice. Still, this small search and rescue operation was worth sending those who volunteered. Elly's amiable nature and wordly perspective also made her a better canditate than most of her kin, which is why those close to her supported she go even if Queen Anice wasn't up there. Her skills were better put elsewhere than the coming frontline against Alovia and their sorceresses. Elly joined the small crew of individuals who were seeking out Queen Anice in the far north. Now Elly believed this was her true calling. Peace was on the line, and centuries of conflict were about to erupt once again. There was no greater cause to fight for.

M I S C

Kept under wraps on Aggy's side is Elly's tagelharpa. Somewhere between a harp and a violin, this multi-stringed wooden instrument is Elly's implement of choice when it comes to creating songs. The strings are made of Aggy's hair and it carries a sad but pleasing sound.

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[HIGH CASUAL] ► Her Majesty's Spirit

here is my viking! let me know if there's anything i should change or add

Elly, from the Isle of Moore

Elly

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N A M E

Ellinor Myren

T I T L E

Shieldmaiden

N A T I O N A L I T Y

Isle of Moore

A G E

26

G E N D E R

Female

S E X U A L I T Y

Heterosexual

A P P E A R A N C E

Ellinor Myren is a blonde white woman standing at about 5 feet, 11 inches. She has sky blue eyes, pretty and sharp features and a strong muscular build. Her right cheek has a scar on it, and there are a few more dotted throughout her body. Normally she wears heavy leathers and furs customary of her people, with gambeson pants and a chainmail shirt underneath it all for protection against attacks. Rural browns and whites make up her aesthetic, but these normally dull colors are vibrant and bright in her outfits. While normally she wears a headband, in battle she will don a round-topped helmet with a nose guard. Various straps wrap around her hips, waist, and chest, allowing her to store a bountiful supply of weapons on her person. Her preferred weapon is the the simply designed but efficient and lethal axe, with a wooden handle and chopping axehead. A roundshield of smaller size is usually strapped on her back, though she uses a much larger full body shield when fighting in groups. At her hip are a dagger and a short sword, and a quiver that holds several javelins. On her horse she stores arrows and a longbow.

Her horse's name, Aagbaard, or Aggy, is a dark brown with light brown spotted steed with white hair. She is adorned with a red-brown harness, satchel, and saddlebags carrying food and supplies.

I N T E R E S T S

Horses

Fables

Martial Arts

Herbalism

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Elly is a soft-spoken and amiable young woman who is quick to make light of almost any situation. Despite how easy it is for her to end another life, sympathy and compassion for others remains one of her strong suits. This seemingly paradox is one that does not go unnoticed by Ellinor herself and this does cause her to occasionally wonder if she is a bad person. Ellinor believes that the end goal of all war is peace. She loves to tell stories and sing songs of acts of valor. She believes in a world where people who believe everyone should do as they please may do as they please. Power, hierarchy, and violence are sometimes necessary but she believes any application of force should be in the name of eventually disarming oneself. Just as the master teaches the student knowing that student will one day surpass them, a warrior must one day lay down their arms and let those who come after forge ever onward.

Elly, like most people from the Isle of Moore, dislikes witches. She believes the ends do not justify the means. Fighting with honor is just as important as fighting for honor. So the scheming, manipulative and inherently behind-the-back nature of sorcery does not sit right with her. Anyone who chooses to practice witchery is someone Elly does not like as they do not fit the view of her honorable code. Anyone who fights with and for honor is someone who Elly respects, regardless of their political affiliation or nationality.

Ellinor loves music and her horse, Aggy. She has an affinity for animals and believes hunting is a sacred act. All slain animals must be paid their due for their sacrifice, and all hunting must be conducted in a fair matter, and all the parts of slain animals must be used. The strange and unnatural creatures to the far north are on shaky ground as to whether they count for this. But a common deer certainly does. She is also fascinated by plants and natural life in general.

Elly is a free-spirited person who believes in leaving every place better than when she found it. She has a kind of distaste for most figures of authority who inherited their position and nothing more. The sons of Jarls must complete trials to prove their worth, but the same cannot be said for the nobility of the twin kingdoms to the south, nor of their kings and queens. Queen Anice on the other hand was someone she respected greatly in her desire to bring peace to the land.

H I S T O R Y

Ellinor used to be considered a bit too softhearted amongst her kin. Her grandmother was a warrior, and she gave birth to a boy who followed in her footsteps. Her father was disappointed but understood completely when Elly seemed to be growing up to be a motherly homekeeper rather than a warrior. Much to his surprise though, despite her affinity for plants, singing, and children, Elly was insistent on her training to become a hunter and a soldier. While most others aimed to shake the affiliation with their childish or cute nicknames, Elly was happy to keep hers as she grew into a teenager. It fit her, she said. Her parents were worried that she wasn't fit to be a soldier, and for a while their concerns were justified. Elly underperformed amongst her comrades, even against other women her clan.

Eventually though, things began to change. Ellinor never gave up and worked ever harder, learning for her mistakes. Rising up the ranks and leaderboard of the competitive war game the kids played, Ellinor proved she had gained a significant aptitude for the ways of war. Finally her mother and father's fears were assuaded, though Elly was still a bit starry-eyed for her father's tastes. Nonetheless she continued and eventually joined the frontlines against the magical beasts that encroached on their lands, and against bandits and rival clans. She proved to be made of sterner stock on the battlefield than even her allies had anticipated and very quickly Elly became a renowned warrior amongst her kin. A leader was made of her yet and she seemed specially skilled in understanding the needs of those who fought alongside and under her command.

When the call to action sounded, Elly volunteered and was considered by most of her kin to be an excellent choice as one representative of the Isle of Moores. Most of her kin did not trust the Alovian's, and were eager to go on the offensive against them to find Queen Alice. Still, this small search and rescue operation was worth sending those who volunteered. Elly's amiable nature and wordly perspective also made her a better canditate than most of her kin, which is why those close to her supported she go even if Queen Anice wasn't up there. Her skills were better put elsewhere than the coming frontline against Alovia and their sorceresses. Elly joined the small crew of individuals who were seeking out Queen Anice in the far north. Now Elly believed this was her true calling. Peace was on the line, and centuries of conflict were about to erupt once again. There was no greater cause to fight for.

M I S C

Kept under wraps on Aggy's side is Elly's tagelharpa. Somewhere between a harp and a violin, this multi-stringed wooden instrument is Elly's implement of choice when it comes to creating songs. The strings are made of Aggy's hair and it carries a sad but pleasing sound.

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[HIGH CASUAL] ► Her Majestys Spirit

looks cool, i'm interested! i do like an adventure

The Gauntlet

De'kae, the Druid

De'kae skidded to a stop as she was blocked by the spiny legs infront of her. Turning around, eyes wide and wet, she frantically summoned a barrier around herself to protect her from the relentless assault. It only lasted a short while, on the spider-beast broke through her barrier on the third strike. Several strikes dug into De'kae's flesh, and while her natural protective aura granted from her armor shield her from some of the damage, blood was drawn and lines were cut in her skin that began to bleed a deep red.

The druid elf sobbed out a scream and held her chest wound. She slid down and fell into a sitting position. The pain was unlike anything she had ever felt and the edges of her vision were black. For a moment the beast halted it's assault and Kay raised a trembling hand to blast the creature while it was distracted. But with a casual back hand the elf was knocked up and away. With a small cry she crashed onto the ground. Unmoving except the rising and falling of her chest, her eyes were closed and De'kae was unconscious on her back.

Natalia

Impact. The powered armor entered into a wrestling contest with the abomination, but with several more limbs and far more agility the creature began to outmaneuver Natalia. She had seen the archer fire arrows and the elf woman get batted away like a ragdoll, but the rest of her temporary allies were still functional. No reason, she estimated, that they would stop fighting now. If they did, the spider would almost certainly find them eventually. The most logical thing was to keep fighting and eliminate the creature. All the damage it did could be repaired over time thanks to help of nano-technology.

As it's spawn it's web, the powered armor through several punches. As it tried to create a cocoon, Natalia decided to cease an opportunity that may or may not have presented itself. A giant metallic hand grasped out and tried to wrap it's fingers around the body sticking out the top of the spider. The other hand moved to grasp any incoming legs that would attempt to prevent such a grapple. Her goal was to wrap her hand around that woman and squeezed until she burst like a meat balloon. With damage from the help of her allies, Natalia hoped to force the creature to flee, and then deny it's escape with powerful grasping hands. While the powered armor did not screech, it did rumble and hum with energy. While it had no evil eyes to strike fear into it's prey, it did have two dimly glowing, impassive orbs that one could feel scan and calculate their every move. These receptacles would meet the savage gaze of the spider, and they would not blink, nor would they look away.

The Marauders (2018)

Yasaliah Josk: Pilot

Yasaliah donned a pair of sexy, mysterious sunglasses and strode down the ramp of their ship. Other than that her outfit hadn't changed at all- she didn't mind the heat. Nothing was hotter than her. Well okay, the sun might be, but she couldn't get anyone out of anyone wearing cargo pants. She had to look good to work her magic. If they wanted to find a shape shifting assassin, they might have to talk to some of the locals; and as far as Josk was concerned, no one was better at persuading than she was.

"Considering how many people this asshole has killed, I don't know why we can't just put a bullet in his brain. This guy gets better treatment than we do. Do you know how many innocent people I've killed?" She asked everyone, complaining loudly to those around her.

"...Well, less than this guy, for sure." She said with a cheeky smile and shrug. In her own mind, she hadn't directly killed anyone that didn't deserve it. Now, did she indirectly have a hand in the death of innocents by piloting her ship with expert skill and precision? Maybe. But those people knew what they were getting into when they signed up to protect such precious cargo. If they were smart, they would have taken it for themselves. So, really, all the people she killed where either stupid or had it coming.

"Anyway. I can do the talking. I bet this guy's left a wake, a trail, someplace at sometime. Somebody's gotta know who comes in and out of a place where people lay low. With a little bit of palm-grease and some convincing...I can get it out of anyone. Where we goin' first? I don't know my way around this dump. The seedier and scummier, the better." As she spoke she fiddled with the DNA scanning app on her datapad.

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure - Operation: Ground the Harpy

Chloe Bridgette Cakebread-Yonaka

Chloe listened intently, trying to make room as she was squished further against the far window. As the pilot spoke, she laughed a little bit. The plane began to take off and it was a bit unnerving. "Only the best, eh?" She remarked with a giggle. Leaning back she played some kind of beat on the pants of legs with her hands. Leaning over to the glass she watched as the ground began to fanish and fade into the faint morning fog. As Tupolev spoke she compressed her lips with an unimpressed smirk.

"I'm already feelin' a bit sick. Sick of your attitude." She then laughed stupidly at her own bad joke. She didn't mean to genuinely insult the person of course, it was all in good fun. What a miserable flight! Where do they even come up with this stuff? They really couldn't have gotten a bigger plane? It was just ridiculous, that's all. The cargo was important, apparently. Tupolev claimed to want to take it, which was, whatever.

Staring at Kiara, the poor unfortunate in the middle, Chloe grimaced a smile. "S'a bit cozy, innit?"

"Reminds me a' the time I got stuck in the crawlspace under my house. Fortunately this time there's no mice. If anything it was a good thing I got down there cuz me da didn't know we had mice. Though I certainly didn't appreciate it at the time. S'what I get for crawlin' around where I shouldn't eh? Musta been oh, eight or nine at the time, can't quite remember. S'just as cold though, that's for sure, and just as hard to breathe, though for different reasons. Ah, but don't worry, I made it out just fine, as you can see." She leveled a finger pointedly at Kiara and made a knowing look.

"Me brother, are on the other hand? Was just a bit thicker than me at the time. Some reckon he's still down there to this day. Hard to tell. One day we went down there to feed him the usual, only to find a hole in the dirt. Was caved in, but me mum recognized it as tunnel. Became a mole man, he did. Dug himself to freedom- haven't seen him since. Wish him all the best, though." Almost involuntarily she reached into her front jacket pocket and fetched a cigarette from inside. Placing it between her lips she frowned, blinked, and then placed it back inside her pocket.

"Moral of the story? Make the best of what's given to ya. Or just give up and become a mole man, I guess." She said with a wistful look out the window. Smiling over at Kiara she looked at the American's hair once again than made eyecontact.

"So, Kiara, your hair always that color? Looks good on ya that's for sure. The white bit, that is. Unless you've already gone white from stress cuz of all my carryin' on. N'which case, real sorry 'bout that." Chloe said with an apologetic shrug and a cheeky grin.

🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded)

Annabelle Lafeyette

Annie was surprised as the man casually said her name and claimed to know her "real" parents. Was this about that letter? She'd forgotten about it. He was talking about insane things that made no sense. Annabelle was also offended at the idea that this man was claimined her adopted family weren't her real parents. Perhaps that's not what he was saying at all, but Annie was searching for reasons to dislike this man ontop of the reasons she already didn't. Narrowing her eyes she glanced over at the girl this strange driver was accosting.

"I think you're right. I also think you and I should both get away from this person." She said. Restore memories? Of being a baby? The idea was insulting and clearly belied some kind of instability within the person infront of her. What a...it's...so stupid! Annie's grip tightened around her leash carrier. The indignation and protectiveness on her face was obvious- the young woman wore her heart on her sleeve.

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

@eclecticwitch it's beautiful <3 <3

edit: im gonna use this in all my posts from now on?? its really perfect, wow

Bogeys! - Air Combat Drama [OPEN]

Jamie Teale

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Teale: "Angel-2 comin' in for a landin'."

Jamie visibly relaxed in the cockpit of her fighter jet. The adrenaline coursing through her veins was finally beginning to fade. How many imperials did she just kill? This was her first time killing another person. Turns out it wasn't too dissimilar to the simulations. Press a button and the enemy explodes. There was no regret, or even shock. Those fuckers had it coming. Recounting the battle in her head, Jamie had downed two bombers and a fighter. One exploded, and the other two had parachuted out. Not bad. Three splashes, one guy dead. She wondered what his family would think. Probably BOO FUCKING HOO, that's what! They killed Jackson, so they deserved it. If they wanted to stay alive they should have stayed home. Whatever. It was over, for now.

Slowing down and turning around, Jamie frowned at the dead seagull matter still stuck on her window. Fortunately autopilot made landing quite a bit easier. Once again connecting herself to sweet mother earth, her Starfighter came gently and gracefully to a stop on the airfield. An engineer appeared and hosed the dead bird off of the window in a display that made both of them queasy. Ugh. Poor bird.

Taking the mask of her face and popping open the window above her, Jamie emerged triumphant from her plane and hopped the wind of her Starfighter and onto the ground. For now, most of her friends had made it out alive. They repelled the attack, and that's what counted. The thrill of victory felt good. It almost erased the stinging loss of a comrade. Almost. Smiling over at Scott she began to head inside to finally finish her fucking breakfast.