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 Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 4:54 pm
"Pfft, they get it easy, cold sleep on the way there while we man the ship..."
*The first words you hear as the tanks open slowly and the gases escape into the chamber, your vision not yet restored as your first thoughts rush into your head again. It's the cryo room on the troop transportation shuttle, left from earth two months ago, you were put under about a month ago to rest up the troops for their first sweep detail on the station. Your training floods into your mind to remind you not to move just yet as the resident checks over everyone*
"Easy? Have you ever been under cold sleep Ed? Have to go in completely naked or you'll get blistered, waking up is a living hell as your thoughts and memories settle back in... we're the lucky ones." *This voice is older, more wise and seasoned. You feel his fingers run over your eye lids before slowly opening them and checking them* "Follow the light" *He says as he clicks on a small flash light and goes left to right, clicking it off after a good check and moves on to the next.
You remember now your assignment, a six month security detail on a station used as a refueling stop for commercial shippers and military cruisers on their way out of the milky way towards a warp gate to another universe. What the civilians there don't know is that the sub levels of the station are being used as a lab by the company you work for, the company everyone works for these days, the Fortunes Corporation. This seemingly all knowing, omni present corporation has been controlling governments and their military assets for centuries now, using all of it's wealth to push the veil on technology by hundreds of years, giving humanity space travel, colonization and warp travel. You are part of the military arm of the most feared power in the known universe, given the training to put you on par with a commando, gear to allow a squad of seven to hold out against a small army. In theory, there should never be a problem.
Username:
Character name:
Race: (Elf, Human or Android)
Backstory: (Two para. at the least. Be creative, I'm leaving the past open ended to give you lots of options for character upbringing)
350 build points, 10 build points = 1 point up to 4, to get to five it costs 15 and to 6+ 20.
BODY:
AGILITY:
REACTION:
STRENGTH:
CHARISMA:
INTUITION:
LOGIC:
WILLPOWER:
LUCK:
Skills are a 5bp to 1sp, to get to five it becomes 10bp and 6+ 15bp. You can also put points into a skill group, the bp rate being 8bp to 1sp though and in most cases it's easier to stick to a more personalized set up.
Firearms-
Rifles:
SMGs:
Shotguns:
Handguns:
Close combat-
Hand to hand:
short blade:
long blade:
Stealth-
Sneaking:
Forging:
Hacking:
-Send the character to me for approval. Two characters(May change with amount of players will randomly be given low level Psionic powers, these powers are rare and characters should go to some lengths to keep them hidden from the rest of the squad until trust is built, remember you don't know just how they may react, they may report you to higher up and you might disappear forever or they might accept it, make relations.
-No sexing in the forums, do it in pm.
-Cursing doesn't bother me, just don't over use it.
-This system uses the dice roller, don't even begin to think about cheating others by trying something funny with your rolls, I will rip you apart before you know what happened.
-Have fun, seriously. Get in the mood, get in character and have fun.
-No ooc here, do it in pm.
-Players will die, get over it, make a new character and jump back in.
(Changes will occur to tweak and make this system better, think of it as a beta. Give me feed back)
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Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 6:20 pm
Approved
Username: LuckytheShadow
Character name: Tree Moonbeam Starflower Earthchild
Nickname: Ace
Race: Human
Backstory: The joke is that her parents were hippies.
Tree was born to a pair of loving, environmentally friendly eco-junkies on a little spec of a planet in a BS part of the galaxy. She was born with an affinity for destruction and a strong lean towards logic rather than emotion. She always understood where her parents were coming from, but considered them soft and overly-emotional in their choice of actions.
As a child, Tree had trouble making friends. Her own rigorous self discipline made it difficult for other children to keep up with her on either the physical or mental field of play.
Teenage years were a much more pleasant tyme for her. The fear that she instilled in many of the males around her worked as a kind of fetish for many of them, and gave her a sense of power that she used to her advantage. The other girls hated her, but after she put the first two who jumped her in the hospital, she never had any problems with them again.
When she finally reached the proper age, she headed straight for armed duty. This is the life she'd always wanted, the life she loves.
BODY:2
AGILITY:5
REACTION:5
STRENGTH:2
CHARISMA:1
INTUITION:1
LOGIC:5
WILLPOWER:2
LUCK:5
Firearms-
Rifles:4
SMGs:
Shotguns:
Handguns:1
Close combat-
Hand to hand:3
short blade:
long blade:
Stealth-
Sneaking:4
Forging:
Hacking:
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Username: Ahzreal
Character name: Carth
Race: Android
Backstory:
Carth is an android who was built for social studies, 'How well can a machine blend into human society?'. It worked fairly well, despite his inability to grasp most human concepts. He even made a career for himself, after the team that built him lost contact with him.
He was one of the leading members in the study of Xenobiology. He was both a scientist and a collector. His mentality was one of single minded purpose, xenoflesh-graphs.
After his research team got shut down for conflicts over morality and a lack of progress, Carth turned to security detail for a taking people off world. Transport ships, prison transports, anything that had a living cargo. He's very good at his job, and for reasons unknown to most people, he can take hit most people die from and keep going.
BODY: 6
AGILITY: 2
REACTION: 3
STRENGTH: 4
CHARISMA: 1
INTUITION: 2
LOGIC: 4
WILLPOWER: 1
LUCK: 2
Firearms-
Rifles:
SMGs:
Shotguns: 3
Handguns:
Close combat-
Hand to hand: 3
short blade:
long blade:
Stealth-
Sneaking:
Forging:
Hacking: 3
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Username: LucksLady
Character name: Helianthus, or Helian
Race: Elf
Backstory: Helian only remembers the time she's spent after that near-fatal accident that happened a few years ago. Now twenty and unsure how/or who she was before, Helian decided to go into the only thing that had the structure and training she needed.
Helian loves sunflowers, hints why her name means Sunflower, the sun, horses, and bright colors.
BODY:1
AGILITY:4
REACTION:4
STRENGTH:2
CHARISMA:3
INTUITION:2
LOGIC:5
WILLPOWER:2
LUCK:3
Firearms-
Rifles:
SMGs:
Shotguns:
Handguns:1
Close combat-1
Hand to hand:4
short blade:
long blade:
Stealth-
Sneaking:4
Forging:3
Hacking:3
Two points left over
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Username: Kaige Akiro
Character name: Kemp Gordan
Race: Android
Backstory: Living on earth was far from normal for Kemp. He stands at 6' 8" and was constantly avoided. His creator had made him to be his son, a real life Geppetto. He was very well designed and was never made to be a soldier.
Later on in life, his father died, while Kemp lived on. His never aging body continuing on in life. He has always been more powerful than everyone and he really didn't think of his Androidism as something that was different. His programming making him a completely humanlike being.
He stumbled upon a military recruiter, who found him to be useful. Undergoing the basic training and showing exceptional skills, Kemp found that he enjoyed this life, but once he started climbing in ranks, He found out many company secrets, the company exploited the fact that he was an Android, and deprogrammed him and pushed their own program into his head.
And now, he's being sent away from Earth. To become a Bodyguard for the Spacestation.
BODY: 5
AGILITY: 1
REACTION: 4
STRENGTH: 6
CHARISMA: 1
INTUITION: 2
LOGIC: 2
WILLPOWER: 2
LUCK: 1
Firearms-
Rifles: 2
SMGs:
Shotguns: 3
Handguns: 1
Close combat- 5
Hand to hand:
short blade:
long blade:
Stealth-
Sneaking:
Forging: 4
Hacking:
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Username: Raziel Fortunato
Character name: Gustov Demidov
Nick name: Gus or Gusty
Race: Human
Backstory: Gustov grew up in the power house of New Soviet Russia, his family one of the few that originally backed the movement was now part of the governing system that, like it's predecessor, was riddled with corruption. At a young age he was sent to a military boarding school that, on three occasions, escaped and returned to point out the flaws in their patrols and walls, he was whipped and made to repeat a year. He learned quick that the old bear had no interest in new tricks.
When he reached the age of seventeen he was pulled from the school and back into the war of politics, filled with assassinations, embezzlement and back handed dealings. In this savage world a hand reached out to him, pale as the moon and cold as winter's breath, a man who claimed his name was not important but his clothes and accent spoke otherwise. This man was Raziel Fortunato, not one to let good material go to waste he took him away from Russia and into the military to train and become an officer.
Four years later he graduated as a Lieutenant and put in charge of a company headed for Space Station 2-B, class A Space Station the size of a small planet, home to 4 million and a commercial dock.
The young officer can be recognized by his light brown hair that is kept in short mop, just long enough to frustrate anyone doing inspections, his green eyes and light skin and his 6' lean figure.
BODY:4
AGILITY:6
REACTION:4
STRENGTH:5
CHARISMA:5
INTUITION:3
LOGIC:5
WILLPOWER:6
LUCK:3
Firearms-4
Rifles:3
SMGs:
Shotguns:
Handguns:
Close combat-2
Hand to hand:
short blade:4
long blade:
Stealth-
Sneaking:
Forging:6
Hacking:2
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Username: Master_Mirak
Character name: Donovan Mercer
Race: Human
Backstory:
Donovan Mercer has always been an IT buff. Since age six, he felt uneasy without a computer nearby. Going through high school was a bit rough for him, as he was the epitome of “nerdy.” By the end of his sophomore year, Donovan grew sick of being picked on. He began researching muscle building and fitness and devised a system that would tone and build muscle while he slept. By the beginning of his junior he was no longer the wimpy nerd, he had become the smart jock, playing football, as starting running back, and running track for his school’s Varsity team. This coupled with his pre-existing and still sharp intellect, drew a lot of attention to Donovan.
Shortly after graduating from his school Donovan was “recruited” by a private organization as a tech consultant and given a plane ticket to reach their facility. Upon his arrival, Donovan was attacked, beaten, questioned, and stuck in a room. This process was repeated every day, from dawn until dusk, until Donovan understood the situation and set a trap for his captors. The trap was relatively easy to overcome and posed no real threat, but let his new employers know that he was ready for his real training.
Primarily, Donovan’s training focused on him hacking sophisticated systems under stressful situations and basic self-defense. He was issued a side arm and told to select one other gun field to be trained in… Donovan smiled and said, “Shotguns.”
BODY: 3
AGILITY: 4
REACTION: 3
STRENGTH: 3
CHARISMA: 1
INTUITION: 2
LOGIC: 4
WILLPOWER: 2
LUCK: 2
Firearms-
Rifles:
SMGs:
Shotguns: 4
Handguns: 2
Close combat-
Hand to hand: 3
short blade:
long blade:
Stealth-
Sneaking:
Forging:
Hacking: 7
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Gaia Name: Jarrde
Character name: Jade Colean
Race: Human
Backstory: Jade's ego took a blow in her eighteenth year, taking a nasty trip right out a window of a bar. Some bar tenders didn’t appreciate her well-crafted art known as a fake ID. She always looked older then she was. Her father pushed for her to join the army so she did, but for her future in the medical career. There she met her life-time love called sniper-rifles.
She had met a few people so far, none that caught her interest so she was deemed a loner. A bad-a** looking loner if you asked her with flowering vine tattoo’s running up her arm. Her main flaw was her ego. Everyone wanted to be her in High school, so at 24, everyone still does. (In her mind at least.)
BODY: 1
AGILITY:4
REACTION: 2
STRENGTH: 4
CHARISMA: 3
INTUITION: 1
LOGIC: 3
WILLPOWER: 1
LUCK: 4
Firearms-
Rifles: 6
SMGs:
Shotguns:
Handguns:
Close combat-
Hand to hand: 6
short blade:
long blade:
Stealth-
Sneaking: 5
Forging:
Hacking:
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 7:20 pm
Alrighty, before we get this going I want to clear up the dice system.
-all rolls are six sided dice.
-1,2 and 3 are considered failures. 4,5 and 6 are successes on your roll.
-your rolls do not add up, only the amount of successes and failures.
-the number of successes must beat an opponents threshold for the action to follow through.
-likewise a threshold not beaten will result in the action failing and you left open or discovered.
-1s are considered a critical failure, if you roll and more than half your dice pool are 1s then you critical fail your action (This usually results in pain on your end)
-on the flip side 6s are critical successes, and rolling all 6s with result in something mind blowing happening, usually much pain for the bad guys and some how disarming a nuke that happened to be near by while solving universal hunger and causing every living being in the area to want to be your friend... maybe.
-your Luck stat is like a back up, you can spend a point of luck to auto success an action or to keep yourself from being blown up (Kariah razz ) or killed.
-Luck is refilled at a point in time I will deem fit and cannot be raised above 6.
If I missed anything or if this is confusing people pm me and I'll tweak or clarify.
Thresholds
-Attack rolls must beat a threshold of atleast two successes to succeed.
-Speech must beat half the target's willpower
-Stealth must beat half of the reaction(which functions as awareness, I apologize for not bringing that up) of whomever you are hiding from.
-I'm positive I've missed something so please don't hesitate to tell me, a broken system isn't as fun as a working one.
-I'll say again incase you over looked it REACTION will act as your AWARENESS.
Experience
-When you've progressed far enough you will earn build points, if you forget the bp to sp it will still be up at the first post.
-New specialties will open up later on depending on the paths you take, don't be afraid to stray a bit from what seems to be my predetermined story.
-Likewise, don't be afraid to save a few build points if you don't know what to spend them on. If you decide a few posts into the next part of the story please pm me with what you'd like to add them to and I'll ok it, this is to keep me from going wtf on you.
Please have fun, if something seems unfair or just plain stupid let me know. I'm cannibalizing my favorite system and watering it down for this, I may have made this horribly unfair against you or the NPCs, I am fallible and make mistakes(you can ask my exs, I'm sure they have very long lists.... as might my current gf... hmmm) So lets not have a messy break up where I end up not getting that cool alien plushy back and tell me whats wrong biggrin
-Any stat with 5 points in it gives 2 skill mods to whatever falls under it. At 6 you get 4 skill mods, 10 you get 8 skill mods.
-Agility affecting Firearms, Close Combat (only adding 1 point to CC though, it only gets you so far) and Sneaking.
-Strength adding 2 to Close Combat
-Logic affecting hacking
-Intuition affecting forgery
(Due to not having money I haven't had the chance to get someone to draw up Fortunes' Corp grunts so http://ukitakumuki.deviantart.com/#/d2f6dzb I would love an original but this will have to do)
Oh and I'm racist against Elves, expect a few hard knocks you who play them.... love you <3
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 8:46 pm
(Sorry I thought I'd have this going sooner lol. Lots of things I over looked in the rush of having my own system to tinker with. Anyone not on at this time will be introduced later, sorry.)
*As the resident goes down the line he hums a soft tune, checking the troops with a slight glee. As Ace and Helian regain their vision they can see the source of the other voice, a sour looking man in a green jump suit, an engineer. He is on the chubby side and a bit greasy looking from being down in the engine room for most of the solar day, he has a smushed kind of face with a nose that sticks out like a stick. Just as he's about to give the resident more grief the doors slide open and an officer walks in, lean and tall he has his light brown hair combed to the right. His light skin seem to glow a bit unnaturally in the dim yellow light down here in the cryo bay, though his russian features are obvious, the high cheek bones, slightly sunken cheeks and the broad shoulders, an impressive man by any standard and fairly handsome as well. The engineer salutes and the resident waves casually, he walks into the bay without the airs most officers wear, casually looking over the troops, smiling at the two ladies for obvious reason then addressing the engineer.*
"I seem to have forgotten, where again did you receive your PHD Edmund?"
*The engineer flushes furiously and leaves the bay while the resident begins to chuckle, having finished up in here he takes off his breathing mask and sterile gloves while approaching the officer*
"And what about Gustov? I don't remember you having a medical degree either..." *A smile on his face as he playful accuses the man who grins wide* "I'm a young bachelor, and much more easy on the eyes than Ed... besides, these are my soldiers I'm required to look over them... It's good to see you again Doyle" *He extended a hand to Doyle, who grabs hold of his forearm and shakes, a sign of brotherhood. The two leave, giving the naked soldiers their time to get geared up and less naked while they catch up*
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 9:10 pm
*Healinthus, or rather Healin, raises her arm to cover her chest. The idea of all the men looking at her without clothes made her blush but only slightly. She knew there was nothingg to be ashamed of. Hugging her other arm around her middle she steps down from her holding cell.
A beautiful thin figure shivers, one who knew her would know it was the lack of open space around her that caused it. She shakes her short, feathered hair and relaxes herself. The tone of her hair resembles a light brown however, if in the sunlight, it would take on the appearance of a red. Her slightly larger than normal, orange eyes blink a few times, clearing out anything blurring her vision as she searches for clothing.
After a moment she remembers the footlocker and leans down, opening it with only one hand, her other still covering her chest. After pulling her attire free from it's box she pulls it on. Only then does she address the other female.*
I am Healin. Nice to see I'm not the only female these men have to drool over.
*Her voice is humorous, and very child like. She is twenty but her body only barley shows it. Everything about her, including her aura, makes it seem as if she could converse with anyone and get them to play games like CandyLand with her if she wanted to. The joke is, she probably would if she had the opportunity.*
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 9:33 pm
Carth steps out of his pod, most of the effects of hypersleep already gone or leaving his body. Even machines have to warm up. His crimson eyes scan over the room. He finds everything in order and moves to dress himself.
His body is very muscular, defined. His hair is shoulder-length and silky white. His skin is very pale. His hands move with a practiced grace. He now wears utility boots and matching gloves. He also wears tight-fitting blue pants and a form-fitting black tank top. Two belts cross his hips, efficient for holding weapons or tools. He then places his Security Visor and Comm. on over his right eye. boring space stuff.
Geared up and ready, he awaits orders with silent patience.
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 10:03 pm
The sound of Ace's own heart brings her to, just in tyme to see a little pig of a man passing by her freezer. Note to self, break pencil nose at first opportunity. For a few moments, she simply waits for her senses to re-boot. She runs a simple test of her manual dexterity, drumming her fingertips on her thighs. Next, she wiggles her toes and flexes each muscle in her body individually.
Completely satisfied that she is in full control of her body, she steps out of her cryo-coffin and glances around at the rest of her new team.
Unlike Healin, she sees no reason to hide her small, lithe body. Standing in at an easily underestimated five foot even, Ace's petite yet curvaceous figure tends to draw a lot of attention. Her skin is remarkably pale, even for having been stowed away without light for the past month, but her hair is midnight black naturally, cut short in a messy, boy-ish style.
She moves like a cat, the ease and confidence in her stride unmistakable, crouching to unpack an outfit rather than bending over and giving the boys a show. The clothing she pulls on is simple, a small, tan t-shirt, still a little roomy on her, that has been cut off at the shoulders and just below her ribs, and a pair of old fashioned camouflage pants, a hand me down from one of her male ancestors. She doesn't bother with undergarments, other than the black socks she pulls on under a pair of specially made combat boots(She'd had to special order for her small feet, and pitched an extra hundred bucks to make them a little more easy to move in)
As she's lacing those up, a female voice cuts into the violent thoughts she's harboring along the 'if one of those ******** touches me' line. Ace glances up to see a rather perky young woman speaking to her. If her hair were more than two inches long, she'd twirl it around her finger and do a cheerleader impression before telling the woman to ******** off. A more reasonable voice, though, tells her to chill, and she listens. Logic first. Mind over emotion.
So, instead of insulting Healin, Ace traces the entire length of her body with a piercing emerald gaze before making eye contact and whispering, in a voice that is on the slightly more gruff side of feminine,
"Bunk with me, babe, and you'll forget all about those boys and their drool puddles."
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 8:17 pm
Kemp Gordan Kemp opens his eyes, the people in front of him a blur. His eyes were still rebooting inside of his head. He pushes forward, his huge naked body twitching and flexing. The synthetic skin and organs inside of him becoming active. He blinks again, and he can see the people in front of him, the pig nose, and the bodybuilder. Then two naked females, and.. another android. He could always tell.
The hatch opens and he walks forward, not a single limp in the slightest in his step. His huge body boasts the muscles of a bull. His skin is slightly tanned, or appears so. He flexes his huge hands and looks at them. Both of them have the emblem of his master. The S symbol. He tries to rearrange his thoughts, but the program in his head pushes the images of his past away. He shakes his head. His short spiked light blonde hair ruffles, and the small braid falls down on his shoulder. Under his eyes was the makings of a black tattoo, a line across his face and 4 spikes underneath it on his cheeks. Like huge gaping fangs.
He walks forward and puts on his White t-shirt black fatigues, and his huge boots. He looks around for his weapons and armor. This is what he was.. .made for. He needed his weapon, and his outfitted armor. After seeing it is gone, he simply does what Carth does, and stands there. Waiting.
After a moment. "Who are you?" he says to no one in particular.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 7:20 pm
The first thing Jade thinks is that those pricks didn’t bury her with her rifle; it dawns on her a few seconds later that she wasn’t dead. She recalls her commanding officer saying something about being frozen like a turkey a month ago. “I could do this myself,” she thinks as the random people pass by her coffin, check her over, and move on. She reaches out her hand, “see,” she says out loud even though her vision is still a bit fuzzy, “motion sensory a’okay!”
She blinks and looks around. Up; right; left; down. She sees the locker under her pod and pulls out her clothes, and of course they’ve locked Ol’ Amber up somewhere she can’t reach it.
She stretches a good 5'7, showing off her flowering vine tattoos on both her arms. Her body is well built, more muscular from rigorous training and a memorial tattoo to her mother on her rib cage. She pushes her brown hair from her eyes and steps further away from the cryo-coffin, grinning. “Fun times,” she says to herself, “fun times.”
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 7:22 pm
Donovan's eyes open and begin surveying the room as he wakes from his cryo-sleep. The tall dark-skinned human male, steps out of the capsule, his near perfectly defined body seemingly glistens as the light reflects off of the ice crystals that yet cling to Donovan's body. His midnight black, forest green, streaked hair rests just below his broad shoulderblades.
Seeming to ignore his follow soldiers Donovan moves straight for his equipment. The android catches his eye and he starts wondering what model it's parts are and if it'd let him tweak it's systems once everything was settled.
"Pretty even spread we've got here. 3 and 3... or should I say 2, 3, and 1?" Donovan says to no one specific.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 7:57 pm
*After a few minutes the young russian officer steps back in, doors sliding open for him as he looks back over the thirty or so soldiers in the room. He sighs for a moment before looking up at Helian, his green eyes full of confusion before shaking his head and barking at them in a loud authoritative voice that didn't one wouldn't expect from the young man*
"Listen up, we've got two hours before we need to assemble to gear up in the armory, get some food and head there asap. Move it Ladies and Gents!"
*After that he would move over to Helian. She would feel a slight push against her head, not hard or violent but sort of a friendly nudge. Pulling her aside from the others and just out of ear shot he would lean in and whisper into her ear*
"We need to speak, please join me in my quarters, nothing funny I promise. I have a meal waiting for us."
*The rest of the troops would be leaving for the mess hall, the rumblings of crippling hunger would creep up on them now, it would be wise to eat soon*
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 8:32 pm
*Healin would nod to the officer. Her figure full of happiness, probably because she was dieing for attention. The thought of food hadn't occurred to her until now though it didn't bother her much either. Her trust was his fully and she didn't think the slightest bad thought of him even though before he had looked her over while she was nekked. She smiled and walked along side him, following his orders and heading toward his quarters.*
Thank you, sir. It'd be my honor.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 9:06 pm
Ace looks the other soldiers over and shakes her head. The group looks relatively well put together, at a first glance, but that doesn't mean much. She tosses the bag carrying her personal belongings up onto her shoulder, not really worried about any of the contents. She very seriously doubts that she'll be carrying her preferred weapon on this particular round of duty, not much for the XM109's anti-material capabilities or range in the type of station she's found herself in now, so she's not too enthused by the idea of heading in for suit-up.
Now, food, on the other hand...will only have to wait a few seconds. Her firm self-control dictates first introductions be made ASAP, so she turns her attention to the band before her,
"We may as well get the formalities out of the way. First, for your amusement, my real name. Tree Moonbeam Starflower Earthchild. Yes, I'm serious. I much prefer Ace and, in the interests of good team moral, I'd prefer that you do so."
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