[color=9e0039][h3][center]~Lizaveta Koshkov~[/center][/h3][/color]

[color=9e0039]"Whee, food!~"[/color] Despite her enthusiasm, food was a necessity for her. Moreso than most humans, really. Considering the fact that the nanobots pretty much gobbled up anything she hate to run themselves and keep her running in the perfect order it always meant she had to always have a bit of food on her. [color=9e0039]"Hehe, don't worry. Liza is a bit more refined than the scaly alien."[/color] She reached into her clothes, pulling out a military issue combat knife and picking up one of the armadillos as she listened to the others speak.

[color=9e0039]"Liza is fine with me. It's what most of my brothers and sisters called me after I earned my name."[/color] She cut into the armadillo with a knife. It wasn't cooked, but it'd should be fine if she ate it. Might get a little stomach ache if there was something bad in the meat, but for the most part it shouldn't be an issue. The cloned listened silently as she cut some meat off the animal, gathering some information from the talkative ones since she hadn't been here for the first part of whatever this was.

A game? If this was a game it was a fairly poor one. Virtual reality wasn't as fun as it sounded, really. It was extremely good for training, though. She pulled a piece of meat off the small animal with her hands, bringing it to her mouth and chewing on it as they continued. Hunger was a very real problem, wasn't it? Especially for civilians. Civilians got crazy if they didn't have their munchies. Unlike trained soldiers they could easily turn on you if they got desperate.

Not the first time she saw it happen on the front lines of some ill conceived war.

[color=9e0039]"Bwahaa!"[/color] Liza chewed on the armadillo meat some more, shoving her knife back into its sheathe. [color=9e0039]"Wow, someone's a bit too loyal, heh!"[/color] She turned her head towards Aleksander with a grin. Seemed like he and her may perhaps be of similar backgrounds, judging from the way he carried himself. Meh, no matter. She wasn't going to associate herself with the empire any more. [color=9e0039]"Ahh, team meetings like this aren't my thing. Just give me a target and something to shoot, please!"[/color] She continued, stopping a moment to take another bite of the armadillo. [color=9e0039]"Might as well introduce myself again."[/color] She picked some more meat off of the deceased creature as she started walking slowly around the group, getting a good look at everyone present. 

[color=9e0039]"I said I was a clone, but It's a bit more complex than that. To put simply I'm an enhanced soldier genetically engineered to well, fight. The template I was cloned form was focused on psionic abilities and aptitudes. I didn't get anything fancy like some of the grav-mods my siblings got, but I did get experimental nanites that can basically keep me alive through anything. Small team operations mostly. I'm the girl they called to quietly clean up their messes and take care of...opposition."[/color] The girl twirled on her heels again, digging more meat out of the armadillo. [color=9e0039]"I don't really care what you guys do as long as I get to shoot something, so lets get this show on the road, so I can pew pew things with my gun."[/color]