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“It's a simple trick although it was quite harsh you have to take a shot of a hot sauce of at least a 1000 Scoville.” He explained to Konstantin. “I promise that it will wake you right up.”

The colonel looked over the newcomer that Konstantin pointed out had arrived. He racked his brain to put a name to the face. Zakharin was concerned that names were beginning to slip from him. She was familiar to him as he couldn’t figure out where he saw her. But these were laid to rest as the rest of the group also didn’t know who she was. For now he decided to wait for her to introduce herself.

“Morning or at least I think it's morning.” Zakharin said to Holden as he arrived. “What you think Proxima is going to be like?” The old cyborg asked the group finishing up his own meal.
When Zakharin awoke from his dreamless sleep from his cryosleep the technicians have unhooked the dialysis machine from him. The old marine had been put into cryo many times along with his extensive cybernetics made the process of getting over “cryolag” as the marines called it quicker. Waving off the technician hanging around him.

“This ain't my first time being frozen.” Zakharin told him. The man knew there was no point arguing with the old man left to work on another pod.

He looked over the rest of cryobay observing the technicians rousing the occupants of each pod. The coldness of the pod still clung to his cybernetics. Giving the once over on his limb he stood up the machinery compensated for any unsteadiness he had.

“-ain speaking. I repeat, all crew proceed from cryostasis chambers to ready stations. Pandora will reach orbit in one hour. Follow the post-hibernation routine and proceed to your station by then. I repeat…”

He old cyborg moved into action as he heard the message time was of the essence. Zakharin swiftly navigated to the ship halls to the cleaning area. Once a shower and going through his grooming routine. The old marine opens his locker taking his kit out and getting dressed. Checking back into his locker to see how the other items fared from the long journey. Checking the seals on the box were intact. Satisfied with their condition he opened the box. Inside the box was full of cigars martian reds his favorite. Selecting several he slipped them into a leather case placing it into his breast pocket along with his lighter.

Closing his locker he made his way to the mess to grab a quick meal while he could. Grabbing a light meal. He spotted Volana and Konstantin at one of the tables. Zakharin made his way over to them.

“Privyet.” The old marine said, taking a seat at the table.

“If either of you got any cryolag I know an old trick from the corps to get rid of it.”

@Krayzikk I add what implants he got into the equipment section.
@Krayzikk Mention the cybernetics he has.

To be fair I was thinking of a command mech just need to find a good picture I can use for it.

Edit: add WIP to this post.

Im interested in a good old mech rp. I'll start working on a sheet.
[Volsinii-Imperial palace]

It was days like Messor understood the phrase "Heavy lies the crown." As he looked upon the map of the world that was layed before him. His eyes looked over the old rival of Volsinii, Vercingetorix. The old foe of the empire more than likely enjoy Volsinii fall from its position. Furthermore, shaking up the balance of power that keep order in the north. Thus, giving them a free hand to implement whatever our plans they had. Moving onto ruins of Zengrav empire. It was a mess of different factions battling for control but Messor had decide to send supplies and 'Volunteers' to aid the monarchist factions. Hopefully giving the empire a measure of influence over Zengrav.

The Emperor soon turn his attention to the biggest torn in his side was Gaellicia itself. A rebellious province has done more to damage Volsinii prestige than another nation had done. Even with the signing of the peace deal had only led to more trouble. In Colwyn there is consistence attacks upon various imperial and their allies’ forces. But he was brought back to the conversation by his grand marshal Valerian.

"My Emperor, Legatus legionis Diocletius is requesting two additional legions to better police Colwyn and to deter further rebellious action from the local population." Messor consider the request for a few minutes before responding.

"There are already four legions in Cowlyn. If we send more, we would run the risk of the other nations assuming it is a build up for an invasion. Inform Diocletius he will have to make due and if he cannot I am sure there are many Legates who could," Messor answers as the council moved onto other matters.

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[Colwyn- Checkpoint VII, 4th Legion]

Centurion Sidonius sat in the covered dug out that serve as his command post for the past couple of weeks. The checkpoint was located on the main highway that ran the length of Cowlyn. They were using it to screen for contraband that were being smuggled up the main roads. With his Centuria on checkpoints duty. Meaning that all his men were scattered among different positions along several of the other main walls. Which was not that bad it was better than the patrols that the other Centuria had to do.
Suddenly one of the cars being checked exploded throwing him to the ground.

"Casualties!?" He shouted to his men as they recover from the blast.

"Private Sanctus was killed along with a couple of the bystander. A dozen more are wounded!" One of the legionaries responded to him.

"Start treating them!" Sidonius ordered as he checked the radio to see if it survive the blast. Finding it is he tuned to the correct channel.

"This is checkpoint VII we just had a bombing here. We have suffered casualties need medical assistance," he spoke into the radio. Reciving an affirmation on the set he looked at the smoldering ruins of the car and the wounded being treated. It was another day in Colwyn.
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