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 Posted: Sat Mar 09, 2013 9:47 am
General-King Howlite did not summon officers to her side, pulling them roughly from their lives and duties to make them answer before her. She knew the sensation, called by superiors above, and while the power it took was capable of cowing others into subservience, it didn't suit her.
Instead, she used the communication devices they all had when powered, and made appointments with each of the officers within her branch, spending the time between meetings reviewing their dossiers, as compiled by Intelligence.
The Rift was the best place. Deep within the territory of Chaos, within the broken walls of a prior fortress, Howlite had staked out her office, the training grounds of her officers. Barracks. When each arrived, they would find her seated at a cracked, stone table, a single chair across from her.
Lieutenant Xenotime. A slight smile tugged at the corner of Howlite's wide mouth. She was enthusiastic, aggressive, and skilled. What she needed was encouragement, and the training it would take to turn her raw power into something with more finesse.
This meeting, at least, would be a breeze.
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Posted: Sat Mar 16, 2013 4:50 pm
Having only ever met one other General-King, Xenortime wasn't entirely sure what to think our expect when Howlite contacted her and requested a meeting. Hopefully nothing bad. Frankly, aside from not batting the ever loving snout out of a child, she couldn't fathom her superior having any problem with her performance. Of course, having never met General-King Howlite, the lieutenant couldn't be positive. She was going to hold onto her optimism, though. Until forced otherwise. Arriving at the abandoned looking fortress, the rookie paused to take in the structure. Whistling low under her breath. "Pretty badass for an office." She hadn't even met her superior yet, but she couldn't deny a budding fondness for the woman. When she finally stepped before the General-King she offered the other woman a sale of sorts before dropping into the single chair that sat across the stone table from Howlite. "You wanted to see more," she hesitated, debating her wood choice. "Sir." Indubitably Thought I might have spelled your name wrong when I originally quoted it. o 3o
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Posted: Mon May 20, 2013 9:53 pm
Apparently, Xenotime had chosen correctly, as the General-King flashed the lieutenant a quick, dimpled grin. "Yes," she acknowledged, a gloved finger tapping the closed file on the table. "We're here to discuss your progress, which is excellent."
"I like fighters, lieutenant." The blonde's brows furrowed slightly as she spoke. "You've been hitting the pavement, and more importantly, our enemies." All good things, but reports said that Xenotime was a bit of a hot head, and a little sloppy.
"We need more captains like you," Howlite paused to let that sink in for a moment, "But first - you need more training. There's no doubt that you can fight, but you'd be deadly with technique." Beejoux So slow. I'm really sorry!
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Posted: Sun May 26, 2013 2:40 pm
Well now wasn't this just an wonderful bit of ego stroking? The lieutenant was practically purring by the end of it as Howlite listed off her better qualities. She was grinning as she sat up a little straighter in her chair, thrilled that her superior was pleased with he performance so far. Xenotime wanted to advance, wanted power, and she was prepared to do much to get it. A recommendation that she train up a little wasn't taking an in insult. She was a smart girl, and she knew a little criticism couldn't take away from all the praise. She'd take it as it was meant, as a means to better herself. "Yes Sir." It wasn't as if the teen didn't hit the gym multiple times a week. What was a little more training? Specially if it was anything new. If she could learn a new technique.. That would be amazing. "What sort of training did you have in mind, Sir?" Lacing her fingers, she leaned forward to rest her elbows on the stone between them.
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