Oru-Hime
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Oru-Hime, the Paper Princess
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Post by Oru-Hime on Mar 24, 2010 7:01:55 GMT -5
Asling walked back to her room and surveyed her surroundings. "Hmmmmm" She closed and locked the door. Asling sat down on the bed and closed her eyes. She inserted her hand into the bag that lay beside her. She felt her fingers touch cold metal. A slow smile spread across her face. She pulled out a delicately carved metal flower. She turned it over and tried to read the inscription on the back, but she cound't understand it. The symbols looked familiar, so she must have seen them somewhere before. She sighed and gave up. Interpretation wasn't really her strong point. Asling put the flower back. She had been surprised to recieve it, three years ago, but them again life is full of surprises. Asling stood up and began tossing her knife from hand to hand. Another knife joined the first, then a third. She stood there juggling the knife for a while. She concentrated on the flashing metal blades, going faster and faster, until with eye-blurring speed she threw all three into the wall. She surveyed the blades with a grin. Not bad, pretty tight group.
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Post by Sparty McFly on Mar 24, 2010 15:11:19 GMT -5
Jordan headed into his own room. Oh boy, oh boy - it was barren. He personalized when he could tell he was there a long time.
For now, he set down his bags and got to tuning his weapons. His Avenger was almost perfecty tuned - his current goal was to extend its ammo capacity, by reducing the heat that the weapon generated, so the clip would fill shorter. When he got the Avenger first, he was able to increase capacity to 50 rounds. His current goal was 75 rounds, after which he would check to see if he needed a heat sink to bring it up to the magic tripledigit - 100 rounds per thermal clip.
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Ares
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Post by Ares on Apr 3, 2010 18:37:56 GMT -5
Aisha waited until the last person, Jordan, left the room. Once the door clanged shut behind the human, the "young" Asari turned to face the communications system. She strode over, her appearance that of what she was- a true Asari commando. Calculating, cold, and deliberate. Aisha stood over the projector console, her jade eyes almost glaring at it. She stood, tall and proud. This would be an... awkward conversation. Due to the matters needed to be discussed. She reached out with a cobalt hand, marked with scarlet, to input her passcode to speak with the Trifecta. Within seconds, a full-color hologram sprung up, displaying two seperate locations, and one that was simply audio.
The center hologram was Seraed Velmoth, the unofficial head of the Trifecta. He was slim, thin, and his skin was a rich emerald, with a pair of crimson stripes on his cheekbones that went to the back of his head. The Salarian was seated in a white chair that stood out from his grey-and-black clothing. Saread asked, "Status report, Aisha?"
The Asari commando replied, "All current dossiers are onboard the Arbitrator. I may have reservations about some of them, but I'm sure we can work them out in time."
The second hologram was of an Asari Matriarch, by the name of Nilara T'Yaio. She had deep, midnight-blue skin that bore pearly markings around her eyes, on her skin folds, and one on her chin. Nilara was clad in a white dress, and on the whole looked rather saintly. Never trust appearances- T'Yaio was a particularly nasty bitch. The Asari Matriarch calmly asked, though, "What bothers you? It is obvious that something does."
Aisha curtly replied, "You specifically told me not to inform them of the probability of survival. You know how dangerous those... things... are. I know I'm not your first option- because your first four best options were all killed by them, along with their own 'top specialists.' You all know how this is going to turn out."
The comm channel buzzed, and the third of the Trifecta spoke. "That's quite enough, Aisha!" a gruff voice barked- a dog-like sound, somewhat like a german shepard and a velociraptor combined. The Turian Admiral Tirahn Isaalus, never tolerate people questioning things. No surprise he spoke up.
However, the scarlet-marked Commando wasn't finished. "You don't tell me what to do, you just point in vague directions and say 'somewhere over there!' These people can't work together well- who even compiled these dossiers? This'll never work!"
Then, the channels cut off, one by one, in a matter of about five seconds. Aisha was left fuming at the Trifecta, because of their planning. Seriously! All they had done was handed her a ship, given her a list of people, and said "go get 'em!" while pointing at a Geth world... how would that help anything. The commando stood there for several minutes imagining bloody death of people she disliked, and finally tapped the comm panel. Up came an image of the pilot of the Arbitrator- an albino Drell named Wherr Yaktos. Aisha said, "Plot a course for our target. Let's just... just kill what we need to." She abruptly cut off the link, still seething. Yaktos simply rolled his eyes. She must have had her usual type of conversation with the Trifecta. Aisha had no people skills.
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Oru-Hime
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Oru-Hime, the Paper Princess
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Post by Oru-Hime on Apr 4, 2010 20:52:09 GMT -5
ooc Nasty Bitch? And dresses like a saint? I like this Matriarch!
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