[center][h2][color=dodgerblue]Natalya Kortensky[/color][/h2][h3]Zalera Tundra Base[/h3][/center]
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[indent]The air was cold. Bracing and fortifying. It cut straight through the chinks in her armour and penetrated her very core, even with the in-built warmers keeping her pleasantly toasty. Then again, she was no stranger to the cold.

Natalya stepped off the Shyp transport that had brought her to Zalera and pulled her thick coat around herself. As bulky and as warm as her armour was, it only went so far to protect her from the chill. The ride had been uneventful, as far as she was concerned. Horrible food and even worse jostling notwithstanding, the trip was fine. According to the mission brief, they were to infiltrate Archadia, which was where she'd been brought up near. Nibelheim, Faelan's crown jewel of medical engineering, was her home, even though she was of Galbadian birth. Her name, her whole life, had been in Archadian culture. It was her upbringing. And now...now she was to treat her home as an enemy. Funny, how fate dealt its cards.

The briefing for this leg was simple enough: meet up with the other soldiers in camp. That was it. Their transports were the aforementioned Shyps, and frankly she didn't admire them. Unstabilised though reliable, the huge boats were little more than that: boats. Floating army transports, with the horrible food to match. Even now, as she gathered her duffel bag and cases into her hands, she bore witness to the results of such a trip. A fellow SOLDIER, one she didn't recognise, was on hands and knees in the snow, puking his guts out. With a brief chuckle at his expense, she strode forward. Her hands dove into her duffel bag as another SOLDIER, presumably one of her many teammates, helped the stricken man up to his feet. A third young lady made her way towards them but stopped just a few feet away. She walked around her as she approached.

The heat that emanated from him, and the snow around him turning to slush and then melting entirely, only confirmed her suspicions. Her hands left her bag with a strip of tablets that she contemplated as she approached.

Her bootfalls would be loud and noisy in the snow as she approached James and Nic, and she held the pills out to the former as she gave them a brisk smile. Just a moment ago, she'd heard James introducing himself, and noted his name.

[color=dodgerblue]"Take this, [i]detenysh[/i]. For the sea sickness. I'd hate to see you make another mess, comrade Camron."[/color]

She gave the two men a brief but sharp salute as a greeting.

[color=dodgerblue]"Doctor Natalya Kortensky. I assume you are SOLDIER comrades also on mission today?"[/color]

On the Shyp ride, she'd busied herself with reading personnel dockets of the other SOLDIERs on mission with her. And although she didn't know the lady or the man by face, she remembered brief details about James Camron after she'd skimmed his file.

[color=dodgerblue][i]Back line battlefield cover. Fights with a pistol and a compound bow. His aeon matches mine in temperance, the only difference being its propensity for violence. A new soldier, with little time to adjust to the bond with his aeon. Someone to keep an eye on.[/i][/color]

Hopefully she'd get to know the others once they'd all convened in camp. For now, she was content to fill in faces where she knew only names.[/indent]