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| SierraAR | Oct 23 2011, 07:56 PM Post #1 |
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Federation Spaceport, Sierra Hanger #37, DeArshin's 3rd moon, Kithar System 1130 hours Loading Bay 4 With the exception of the occasional loudspeaker announcement, this part of the space port was rather quiet. Dragon 12 was the only Sierra 'shipment' to depart DeArshin today, so the squad had some peace and quiet to rest and wait in before their transport would arrive at 1530 hours. Of course, their new commander, Sergeant Major Jacob 'Dakota' Delka, wanted his squad to get friendly with eachother. So, under the pretense of being early... He ordered everyone to be at the loading bay four hours early. However, upon showing up, the first squad member to arrive would fine Jacob nowhere to be found... ((OOC note: Here's your chance to introduce your characters, have some character development and interactions, and just have some fun while we wait for everyone to get their characters and backgrounds figured out. |
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| AzzureGhemstone | Oct 23 2011, 08:16 PM Post #2 |
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Rase and her had been together when they got the announcement from Delka. And they would have arrived together... if Rase hadn't insisted that she went ahead of him, while he took care of their gear, and situated it in the cargo hold. She sighed softly. There were times that man could be so *difficult*. But she listened. First and foremost, above all, she listened, to those above her, and most importantly Rase. It had always been that way. Yes... she followed the orders of those she was under... but if those conflicted and threatened to compromise Rase and her's initial mission, she listened to Rase over them. No questions asked. Finally, she arrived at the designated area, and let her azure hues scan the area.. Not... spotting Delka... or anyone else for that matter, set her on edge. within moments.. she was on a slight defense, very aware of her surroundings. The scents, sounds... what she saw. She had learned long ago, not to let your defenses down... even if you thought you were safe. Letting them down meant that you were taking a risk. And taking a risk was never smart. |
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| Livewire | Oct 24 2011, 01:00 AM Post #3 |
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Each day brings with it new challenges. Someone had told Gaelen that when he was young, and unfortunately some days brought bigger challenges than others. One day, it's treating trench foot, the next trying to cauterize the unrecognizable stump that had been someone's arm. The next? Splinters. Today's was a challenge some would call trivial, and others would call pure hell. He cursed, setting the metal can down. "No coffee...This is no way to start a day." Breakfast went down fast, the packet of rations barely recognizable, followed by packing his single duffle with his few possessions. His medical kit was more tricky, if only from being short on bandages, gloves, and iodine, which prevented him from having it nicely organized like he preferred. One resupply and a hitchhike to base later, Gaelen found himself alone...Or he thought so at least, until he spotted a woman standing perfectly still on the other side of the hanger. Even from a distance, he could tell she was on edge, as if expecting trouble - not uncommon if this was a battlefield, but this was a loading bay, with no indication of a problem. Of course, the first thing he needed to do was make her aware he was there, if only so as to not startle her as he walked closer. "Hello!" he said, realizing far too late that he probably should have chosen to not shout it as loud as he could. Edit: OOC, remind me NOT to try and type at 4am when I'm apparently incapable of spelling. Edited by Livewire, Oct 24 2011, 01:06 AM.
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| Eri | Oct 24 2011, 02:27 PM Post #4 |
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The medic hadn't noticed her yet, even though she had followed him all the way to the hangar. It wasn't unusual to her. She had always preferred to stay in the shadows when not piloting her gunship and thanks to that she had always been unlikely to get shot. It wasn't the best way to make friends though, especially among pilots, but that was a different story. As she entered the hangar she looked for the commander, but all she saw were the somewhat strange medic in front of her and a woman on the other side of the hangar, probably another member of the Squad. The commander was nowhere to be seen. Then the medic suddenly shouted an awfully loud hello across the hangar. "Ouch..", she hissed, "Are you trying to ruin my ears?" |
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| AzzureGhemstone | Oct 24 2011, 02:37 PM Post #5 |
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She spun around quickly, and let her eyes focus on the man that called out to her... He seemed friendly. And loud. Being loud wasn't a good thing sometimes, but she wouldn't point that out. Instead, she'd nod in response, before she slipped towards him... and the woman that was behind him. Seeing that others were arriving had her relax slightly. Eyes moved to scan the area behind the two, searching for the ever familiar form of Rase, before her attention turned back to the Man. "Hiya." Was responded, before he was flashed a grin. Then the woman following was given a nod in greeting, before her eyes once again searched for Rase. She'd be a heck of a lot calmer once he was with her, she didn't know why, but he just had that effect on her. |
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| Livewire | Oct 24 2011, 08:38 PM Post #6 |
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"My apologies," Gaelen said softly, turning to face the woman behind him. "Hadn't a clue you were standing there. Name's Gaelen Desh, but everyone just calls me RC." He looked around, a confused look appearing on his face. "I don't suppose anyone has a clue where our CO is?" |
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| SierraAR | Oct 24 2011, 10:55 PM Post #7 |
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"Fifty Sionian creds says he's taking his sweet time to let us get ourselves acquainted." The voice came from a man with short brown hair, tanned skin, and brown eyes. He was carrying a pair of cloth rifle cases - One of them having a padlock holding the zippers together. Both of the rifle cases and his outfit, which was a desert camouflaged combat uniform, had his callsign 'Shadow' inscribed on them. In the case of his uniform, located on a small name patch on the left side of his uniform, right below the 'Dragon 12' and 'Sierra' patches. He carefully set the rifle cases down on a bench, then stretched, a few joints popping. "You know, Aqua, I think you might've overpacked." He teased. "Your pack was heavier than mine." He grinned, just waiting for one of her snappy remarks. |
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| Eri | Oct 25 2011, 12:38 AM Post #8 |
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"Getting ourselves acquainted? Such troublesome commander...."' she said while sitting down on an empty ammunitions crate. She wasn't exactly good with people, but no way getting around it. "Vivian Eisfeld, callsign Skye. Guess I'm your pilot... if the commander says so, that is." |
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| Sinclaire | Oct 25 2011, 06:10 AM Post #9 |
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Veronika stepped into the hanger, pausing to crush a cigarette beneath her boot and glancing at her watch. On time, as ever. Her gaze drifted over the four individuals present, lingering a second on the woman who had identified herself as Skye. After a curt nod, she dropped her kitbag and took a seat on a supply crate. Who these people were was not essential just yet, she reasoned. What was important was making sure her equipment was accounted for. Lifting a smaller case, festooned with warning labels, onto her lap, Veronika set to work. (Edit: Spelling correction) Edited by Sinclaire, Oct 25 2011, 07:40 AM.
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| Eri | Oct 25 2011, 10:13 AM Post #10 |
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The new woman looked somewhat familiar. She was sure to not have seen her before, but her attitude reminded her of her old squad's second in command. That was before she had transferred to the airforce as pilot. "You're an explosives specialist?", she asked, or rather whispered,"You really shouldn't smoke in that case. An old squadmate blew himself up like that..." |
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