(LFC, Tank Gunner) SPC Roman Trinity
Location: Sector Victor1-5, Sub Sector Bravo-3, Alta-IV “Zion”; Andromedan-Tamwyhn Front; AMEV Immortal Magi
National Date & Time: January 21st, 181 After Colonization, 1736
Race: Human
Voidic Mage: Y/N
Mage Variant: N/A
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Gender: Male
Awakening after the crash, Roman couldn’t help but feel dazed and confused. Around him was rubble, and a dismembered forearm. He tries to sit up, feeling extreme pain in his left shoulder and left leg. Looking towards them, he immediately realizes that they had become dislocated. Grabbing at his shoulder, he takes a second to breathe, and then forces it back into place. Gritting his teeth in pain, he barely manages to get it back into place, as he begins to feel the need to take a moment once again.
“Clear rubble, and search for casualties!” He could hear the call further down the hall. The damage around him was thick, but that was mostly due to one of his tank crew. He hadn’t expected the Private to be a mage. Which reminded him to begin looking around for her the moment his leg was reset. He grabs his leg and grits his teeth again, letting out a pained growl through his teeth this time, as he pushes the femur back into place. It was painful to move, or do anything, but he began to stand, intent on finding his tank crew.
Moving about the nearly collapsed area he was in, he limped, looking for anyone he knew. Ignoring the severed arm he had awoken beside. As he searched, he saw a leg sticking out of under a large metal plate. The uniform was LFC, so he knew it was one of his crew. Perhaps the tank commander, or the driver. He begins to grab at the metal, pain shooting up through his hip, and in through his shoulder, but he was undeterred. It may have been worse than what he has ever felt, but he would not surrender to some pain. Leveraging his muscle and willpower, he manages to lift the metal, but the body underneath does not move to get out from under it. He called out, his voice straining underneath the weight of the metal, as he began maneuvering underneath the metal, to help himself hold it up, “I need help here!”
A group of Fleetmen call back, immediately moving towards the sound of his voice. As they approach, he sees them quickly moving to get the individual out from under the metal, two helping hold the metal up, while a third goes under to check if the Soldier is impaled or anything of the sort. Roman could feel the burden lessen, and he looks down at the Soldier, finding that it was the Tank Commander, his Sergeant. Unmoving, and silent. The Fleetman checks the pulse, before pulling the Sergeant out from under the metal, allowing them to drop it, and regain their strength for a few seconds. The Fleetman speaks somberly, “He’s dead.” Roman curses, before getting back to searching. The Fleetmen join him in his search, and soon they find two Fleetmen were also pinned. These men could have their pulses checked, and the group quickly rescued the fading Fleetmen, as a group of medics arrived. The medics began carrying away the injured Fleetmen, while one prepared a body bag for the Sergeant.
They continued to search, returning to where Roman had awoken. Going to where the severed arm was, they began to lift and move the metal rubble, soon uncovering the owner of the arm. The Driver sat dead, having bled out long ago, meaning Roman was now the highest ranking of his tank crew. They pulled the body free, and set him down beside his arm. The rubble collapses in on itself as the body is freed, revealing it had been even worse for the poor soldier. Roman began searching for the Private. The final missing member of his crew.
He begins to walk around, just trying to find any spot that looks like it could hold a body. Searching through rubble pile after rubble pile, he began to lose hope, until one of the Fleetmen called out, “Voice! Here!” Quickly they gathered, and began to lift and move metal. A medic began running over, ready to help the trapped individual. Soon, they were able to pull the individual free, who was quietly mumbling for help, all while they moved the metal. Pulling her free, he could tell it was the Private, and he began carrying her over to the medic, who had laid a stretcher out to receive the barely conscious and bleeding Land Force Private. With some quick medical aid, the medic and a fleetman grab the stretcher, and begin moving towards the closest triage center.
Roman feels himself buckle under his own weight, and collapse down to the ground, weary and in pain. A Fleetman crouches beside him, before saying, “Don’t worry, we’ll get you a medic.” Roman shakes his head, “No, no. I’m fine. Already set my bones, I just need to get my energy back.” The Fleetman frowns at him, and then heads off, clearly not agreeing. Roman passes out, drifting into a deep sleep, and finding no dreams whatsoever, as he suddenly awakens much later in the day.
(Mercenary) Zephra “Zeph” Pandora
Location: Planetary Capital Rebecc, System Capital Andar-III “Andaria”; Andromedan Military Defensive
Local Date & Time: January 29th, 192 After Colonization; 4230
National Date & Time: January 29th, 192 After Colonization; 2249
Crimson Corsair Under: Andromedan Military Defensive High Command/Defensive Military Federation High Command
Hired For: Classified Special Operations
Race: Human
Voidic Mage: Y/N
Mage Variant: Augmenter
Age: 25
Sex: Female
Gender: War (Self Proclaimed… Documents say Female.)
“And that’s where we stop for today,” the Knight said, confusing Zeph. Zeph blinks a few times, before she speaks, “What? Wait, hold on. You’re stopping there? We just got to the good part! What’s next!? How do they push through the Rebels!? How do they get to Plant Zion!?” Chase smirks, as he begins to stand up, and walks away to put his trash away, “Then you’ll just need to wait until our next meeting.” Zeph stands quickly as she yells out, “What kinda bullshit is that!?” Chase looks back at her, and says, “Best get back to work if you want it to come quicker.” Zeph stares for a few seconds, then grits her teeth as she begins running off, wanting to get her work over quicker.
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World: Avalon Leviathan
Location: Former Rangers Fortress “Mordred”, Leviathan Incursion Zone Beta-Zeta
Local Date & Time: December 12th, 2688; 1533
Federate Date & Time: January 31st, 192 After Colonization; 1134
Zeph was sprinting along the twisted metal flooring, with its garnet colored flesh-like protrusions. With her pistols already ready and aimed, she reached the door she needed to enter, and kicked it open, allowing the noise of combat beyond assail her blocked ears. Running into the room, she saw the Leviathan creatures overwhelming the Rangers team. She couldn’t allow this, and charging forward, she fired into the Leviathan creature that was about to slam down on a Ranger. The creatures all seemed to turn to her, making their eldritch screams at her. She slowed to a stop, firing at the creature still, as the Rangers seemed to gather themselves, and pull back, re-evaluating the situation.
Some of the Leviathan creatures charge Zeph, but she quickly drops the smaller ones, before expertly dodging the larger humanoid’s tendril-like arm, which slams down where she had just been. Firing again, now only at the larger humanoid, she continues to dodge, taking a quick glance at the Rangers, one of whom was drawing back her bow, and aiming at the larger humanoid. Zeph begins to backpedal, pulling the creature into the Ranger’s line. The other Rangers were fighting the remaining small enemies, one fired a rifle, one slashed with daggers, and one cast spells made of light. Zeph dodged to the side, making the creature turn to follow her, after slamming down, only for a piercing lance of light to fly through it. It drops to the ground, beginning to dissolve into dust like the rest, as the archer turns her attention to other targets, firing less powerful bolts at them.
Zeph, realizing the situation was now under control again, fired a few more rounds before running off into a side room, and quickly using a rift that appeared before her. The rift closes behind herself, keeping Leviathan incapable of entering her new destination. Weightlessness takes over her body, as she is sent away.
World: Eden’s Reconstruction
Location: Near Lost Light Club, Lexicon District, Eden
Local Date & Time: August 4th, 2022, 1338
Federate Date & Time: January 31st, 192 After Colonization; 1137
Zeph finds herself pulled back from the Void, the weightlessness lost. Looking around, she recognizes the area she finds herself in, then immediately has a craving for some alcohol. But she holds off, and begins to pull out her tablet. She looks at the tablet, and turns on the screen, reading what she needs to do.
Possible Guardian under threat at 1400. Time until threat engages: 22 minutes. Threat is within the area, inside building 410, on the 4th floor, facing Lost Light Club. Suspected rooms: 4144, 4145, 4147. Good luck, Corsair. -Willow
Zeph puts the tablet away, and gets pissed off, since if she fails this, she won’t just get chewed out, she’ll be unable to go to the Lost Light for a while. She begins to jog, as she looks for building 410. Finding the building, she realizes it is directly across from the Lost Light, which was still opening up. Zeph, approaches the door to the club, and leans against the wall, instead of going up to the bouncer, who nods to her, then speaks, “Not coming in today, Ma’am?” Zeph shakes her head, “Nah. Got something to do first. Still on the clock, just taking a moment to rest. Been a long run.” The bouncer nods in response, understanding how she feels. Zeph then looks at the building, and whispers, “Hostile on fourth floor. Rooms ‘4, ‘5, or ‘7. They’re waiting for someone to arrive.” The bouncer looks to her, his sunglasses hiding his eyes and their expression. He speaks calmly, “Got it. Good luck to you too.”
Zeph nods, as she pushes off the wall, and says, “Thanks. I certainly need it for the crap the bosses are putting me through. Gonna go check on my friend. See if he’s here. Somewhere on the fifth floor I think.” Zeph began approaching 410, ready to go up, as she had seen someone pass by a window, and sit in front of it, clearly polishing something as he did. The bouncer speaks calmly, “See you around.” She enters 410, and then steps into the elevator, going up to the 4th floor. She approaches the door with the tag “4145”, and pulls out her tablet again, silently tapping on it, requesting a short range teleportation, to just beyond the door. Looking around, she finds no one, and sends the request. A rift silently opens in front of her, and she steps through, drawing a pistol, and slipping a silencer out of her pocket.
Very quietly and carefully, she begins screwing the silencer on as the rift closes silently. Soon she has it on, and she begins quietly creeping forward. Turning into the room, she begins to aim at the man’s head, seeing his rifle in his lap, and his hands furiously working away to load rounds into a magazine. She approaches slowly, silently, aiming at his head. He had no idea she was there, until she stepped on a creaking floorboard. He turns quickly, his eyes going wide at seeing someone aiming a pistol at his head. The man had a mask over his mouth and nose, similar to that which is worn by one of the local extremist organizations. He quickly lunges from his chair to the table, where a sidearm is laying loaded. As he grabs it, Zeph squeezes her trigger, and his hand becomes unusable as he screams out in pain, muffled by his mask. He collapses to his knees, holding his hand in pain, as she aims again, and fires, silencing him then and there.
She approaches the window, and pushes it open. She gives a thumbs up to the Bouncer, who nods in response, and begins pulling out his phone. Zeph knew that the shot was heard inside the building, and definitely the scream, but it was far less people alerted than if she hadn’t. She begins removing the silencer, as she turns around, and begins walking back to the door, where she enters a new rift.
World: Project Emet
Location: Lost City, Underneath the Megacity of Euphoria
Local Date & Time: August 5th, 2658; 0810
Federate Date & Time: January 31st, 192 After Colonization; 1149
The massive opening underneath Euphoria spanned far into the distance. Zeph found herself standing on a pillar, overlooking a small sandbank, surrounded by water on all sides, aside from two, which had paths of broken metal bridges. Looking behind herself, she could see the ocean, past the opening under the city. High above, metal sat, barely supported by the stone right underneath it. She looked down to her tablet, which she had begun pulling out again.
Prepare the area, and ensure no possible threats will enter the fight that will occur here. Good luck, Corsair. -Willow
“Purge mission then.” She starts to climb down, grumbling about being put on a high place with almost no way down. After a good few minutes, she made her way to the ground, and began looking around. There was pretty much nothing down here. She began to think about the Commander General’s story. Sure, it was in fact very thick with loss of life and the perils of war, but she didn’t understand why he was telling a story that he did not take part in personally. Was this some sort of convoluted way to tell her that she’s doing something wrong in her life?
As she contemplated this, she heard a noise behind herself. Turning she sees a very big crab scuttling its way towards her at speed, pincers raised. Drawing her sidearms, she begins to fire at it, while keeping out of its range. After a skirmish ending in the crab’s death, she holsters again, getting back to over-thinking the Knight’s actions. Was he attempting to show her that there is more to life than war? She already knows that, but she likes the killing aspect of life more than the living aspect. She pauses, realizing something. He absolutely was trying to tell her to live life a bit more calmly. Out of the line of fire more often. Fuck him, she’s gonna do the shit that she wants to do.
She hears some more noises, and turns to see a group of large crabs rushing her down. It was going to be a while until she could return.
Location: AMV Entente, Civilian Sector; Andromedan Military Defensive
National Date & Time: January 31st, 192 After Colonization; 2012
Zeph was following the Commander General into a small store. It was quite baffling to her that the planet-sized Capital Ship had a full civilian city in it, with everything to keep it, and the ship as a whole, self-sufficient. High above, an artificial sky showed a nightscape unlike any that you would see in a city like this. Entering the store, there was a happy voice speaking, “Welcome, KCG Zephyr! How are you today?” Chase happily answers back as he walks to the counter, “Well enough. It’ll just be the usual for me.” Zeph approaches, and looks at the tall elf-like Lestis, before stating, “What’s his usual?” The Lestis smiles and answers with his slightly annoying cheerful tone, “A large raspberry cream. It is milk, mixed with cream and raspberry flavoring.” Zeph nods in response, before saying, “That but peach, and small.”
Chase sets a card down onto the counter, and walks off to a set of chairs, baffling Zeph, who takes a second to follow, as she asks, “Are you not worried someone will steal your card?” Chase shakes his head, “Mr. Lisrae isn’t that kind of person. And everyone knows not to fuck with a Knight, especially the higher you go in rank.” Zeph shakes her head as she takes a seat, saying, “Fair enough, but still dumb as shit.” Chase takes off his cloak first, laying it across the back of his chair, before he sits as well, and speaks, “Where were we?” Zeph answers immediately, annoyed at his forgetting of where they were in the conversation, “You just told me how Roman passed out after failing to save two of his tank crew, and saving only the last one he found.” He nods in response, as he states, “Ah, yes. That. I’ll wait until we have our drinks first.”