Heya!
I'm interested in this roleplay, and I'll be glad to join if you'll have me!

I'd like to apply as...
James Darling!
A sort-of veteran of the station, having grown up, gone off to war and come back to be assigned to the station. About thirty, with the rank of Lieutenant. 

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He let his breath out in one go, slowly and evenly. His back was pressed against the titanium-reinforced steel wall, lights flickering about him ominously. He ignored the blood that stained the wall, his combat boots easily finding grip in the muck. Nothing mattered except the threat at hand- whoever it was, whatever it was, that had killed too many people. 

To his left was the next corridor; he had chased the murderer down this way, and he knew that it ended in a dead end, farther down, at Engineering. The only thing he could do is maybe beat uselessly at the mechanical equipment meant for repairing various damaged parts from across the station; most of the doors and machines were locked down, so he couldn't do anything.

Tensing, he thrust his head around the edge of the wall and stared down the corridor, taking it all in a quick glance, before immediately retreating. As expected, four quick gunshots fired out. The rounds impacted harmlessly, inaccurately, across the wall opposite of the hallway, having aimed poorly at his peeking head.

One man. Handgun. Based on the sound, it was a PP360, a more civilian weapon design, commonly known as a PDW- Personal Defense Weapon.

He turned to look at the last man standing, besides himself- soundless in his graphene ribbon-reinforced carbon-nanotube jumpsuit (which would stop a standard caliber round, or an energy round), he raised his hand and signaled to him- prepare, throw item, flashbang, wait for detonation, assault rush. 

The other man nodded, and they both unclipped one of the small salt-shaker-sized flashbang grenades off their belts. Nodding at each other to confirm their readiness, James Darling and his companion pulled the pin and threw both grenades into the corridor. The grenades smacked into the wall, bounced off, and landed in the middle- hell, Darling could see them. After a moment, they both finished scanning their surroundings, shot up from their groundside positions, and shot towards their target.

Not eight seconds after the grenades had been thrown, there were two thunderous [i]booms[/i], and a great flash of light that very nearly penetrated James Darling's helmet visor, even from around a corner and with a helmet specifically designed against such weapons. 

With the grenades detonated, James and his compatriot rushed around, bringing up their automatic energy rifles to bear as they rushed down the hallway, into a cloud of smoke.[/hider]