[color=crimson][CENTER][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/220117/05719a828ba56c533be9b6159958602c.png[/img][/CENTER] [table][row][/row][row][cell][center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/4f/e2/ef/4fe2ef0e622a4e402dac0a1502967724.jpg[/img] [color=2E2C2C][sup]_______________________________________________[/sup][/color][/center][hider=Personal Data][indent][sub][b]D A T A[/b][/SUB] [sup][COLOR=SILVER] [b]Full Name[/b][COLOR=#807B84] - Mox Holiday (Birth Name: [abbr=Safie Calhan][color=black]█████████[/color][/abbr])[/COLOR] [b]Callsign[/b][COLOR=#807B84] - Aerie (Formerly [abbr=Sahaquiel][color=black]██████[/color][/abbr])[/COLOR] [B]Age[/B][COLOR=#807B84] - 23 (b. 2655 CE)[/COLOR] [B]Birthplace[/B][COLOR=#807B84] - Blackstone[/COLOR] [b]Pilot Type[/b][COLOR=#807B84] - Sniper[/COLOR] [/color][/SUP] [color=#2e2c2c]-[/color][/indent][/hider] [hider=Psyche Analysis][indent][SUB][b]P S Y C H E[/b][/sub] [sup][COLOR=SILVER][b]Happy! ("True"!)[/b] [COLOR=#807B84]Warm, energetic, with a penchant for harmless fun, Mox is someone who could find sunshine at the bottom of the ocean. Lose big at the card table? NC giving you grief? Last sortie went FUBAR? Keep that chin up! You’re only really lost when you admit it to yourself. Ceaseless optimism might not be the best way to make friends in a ruined world, but that’s alright—Mox loves a challenge.[/COLOR][/COLOR] [COLOR=SILVER][b]Professional! (Mostly True!)[/b] [COLOR=#807B84]Don’t let the sunny disposition fool you, Mox knows how to work. She might look like a merc, and act like a free spirit, but when it comes to the job she operates like military. From planning to execution, Mox pours over every detail, determined to ensure things go as smoothly as possible. And when they don’t, you can depend on her to keep a cool head—and a steady hand.[/COLOR][/COLOR] [COLOR=SILVER][b]Curious! ([i]Definitely[/i] True!)[/b] [COLOR=#807B84]Strangers? Not for long! There’s nothing Mox loves more than making new friends—and learning all about them! Their hobbies, their dreams, their favorite colors; people are so fascinating, and sometimes terribly complicated, but that’s what makes them fun! And if it’s not people she’s learning about, it’s things! New experiences, movies, music, stories. Mox has an adventurer’s heart, and will try just about anything once (or sometimes more than once, if she forgets!) [/COLOR][/COLOR] [/SUP][/indent][/hider] [hider=Gear][indent][SUB][b]G E A R[/b][/sub] [sup][COLOR=SILVER][b]Hunting Rifle[/b] [COLOR=#807B84]A parting gift from Chelsea, there are a lot of fond memories scratched into its wooden frame. Fires old school ballistics and used mainly for hunting, it’s not about to pierce a steel hide, or drop a mutated behemoth, but it finds good use in Mox’s hands.[/COLOR][/COLOR] [COLOR=SILVER][b]Journal[/b] [COLOR=#807B84]Mox’s prized possession. Leatherbound, with a lock that’s city-quality strong, and a key she wears ‘round her neck. Inside are lists of important things, names, places, events in cryptic shorthand, and a sea of inane, random information. Though this one is newer, gained on the eve of her desertion, she’s already begun to fill it out.[/COLOR][/COLOR] [COLOR=SILVER][b]Promise Ring[/b] [COLOR=#807B84]A simple, silver band, sometimes worn on the finger, sometimes around her neck. "My Angel" is engraved on the inside.[/COLOR][/COLOR][/SUP][/indent][/hider] [hider=Neural Combatant][indent][SUB][b]N E U R A L C O M B A T A N T[/b][/sub] [sup][COLOR=SILVER][b]Armor[/b] [COLOR=#807B84]Aerie’s hide is lightweight and sleek, crafted for subtlety and maneuverability. Considering she’s usually far-removed from the more brutal areas of a conflict, defense is about the last thing considered. Though she has had it tweaked since her desertion, to make it nigh-unrecognizable as Sahaquiel, the core functions and purpose of its frame remain. The metal is treated to be easily repainted between missions, for camouflage’s sake.[/COLOR][/COLOR] [COLOR=SILVER][b]Hands[/b] [COLOR=#807B84]Known more widely by its field name, the TBE Mk III “Dragonslayer” is a thermal-ballistic-exchange rifle with a complicated history. Designed to rotate between necessary ordinance, the Dragonslayer was universally panned for its energy-requirements, especially when it often necessitates extreme range due to the volume of its secondary mode's charging sequence. Standard mech suits were flat out unable to use it, and NC’s often preferred quieter, subtler models for covert marksmanship. However, if one can get past (or utilize) these perceived downsides, you’d be hard-pressed to find a rifle with more penetrative power. At full charge, the Dragonslayer has been shown able to pierce armor which would otherwise require top-grade ordnance to breach. Chances are, you’ll hear this gun long before it fires, and its proponents will often tell you: “That only matters if you miss.”[/COLOR][/COLOR] [COLOR=SILVER][b]Back[/b] [COLOR=#807B84]Dubbed the “iron mirror,” this stealth array helps to shield the Aerie from enemy radar, while also connecting to the advanced optics in its helmet. This way, the cloak can ping enemies who may be trying to locate her via standard survey tech.[/COLOR][/COLOR] [COLOR=SILVER][b]Auxiliary[/b] [COLOR=#807B84]Aeries auxiliary is an array of wing-like thrusters meant to produce quick bursts of movement for repositioning or emergency evasion. In their standard state, they are unfit to provide sustained speed. At full sync, the array opens up, and, utilizing the Aerie’s antimatter core, along with its lightweight frame, can not only bring the mech airborne, but also maintain positions at high-altitude even when sharing energy with the TBE rifle. The auxiliary also carries a cache of flares to combat anti-air attacks, though the supply is small and won't last through any prolonged engagements.[/COLOR][/COLOR] [/SUP][/indent][/hider] [hider=Relations][indent][SUB][b]R E L A T I O N S[/b][/sub] [sup][COLOR=SILVER][b]Chelsea "Gabriel" Solioun[/b] [COLOR=#807B84]Known as “Gabriel”, Chelsea Solioun is one of Ecclesia’s “Seraphs,” who work in special and covert operations. She is also Mox’s mentor, and perhaps the closest thing she has left to family. After helping Mox escape Ecclesia, she returned to work, albeit with her outlook forever darkened. Though she’s undeniably a uniquely skilled pilot, there are some in Ecclesia, especially among the Seraphs, who have begun to doubt her loyalty. Mox, however, does not.[/COLOR][/COLOR] [COLOR=SILVER][b]Solomon "Mikhael" Roy[/b] [COLOR=#807B84]Once known by the designation “Israfil,” Solomon Roy has since succeeded his late predecessor as Archangel of the Seraphs, and has inherited the title of “Mikhael.” A cold, ruthless, and singularly effective killer, there’s likely no one in the world more suited to the work of the Seraphs than he is. Roy got on with Mox about as well as he did with anyone—which is to say, not at all. They worked together more than a few times over the years, and he sits squarely at the top of the short list of people who absolutely terrify her. While he accepted Chelsea’s explanation for Mox’s disappearance, he has never been fully convinced of her death. A few cursory sweeps brought up nothing, but he still puts an ear to the ground now and then. Just in case.[/COLOR][/COLOR] [COLOR=SILVER][b]Milly "Uriel" Sonders[/b] [COLOR=#807B84]An oldhead in the Seraphs, Milly’s been around longer than most. She’s a simple woman with simple interests: if something explodes, she’s happy. While notoriously difficult to make friends with, Chelsea and Mox both managed. Mox remembers her fondly, if spottily. Not enough to trust her, but enough to hope they never meet again—for both their sakes.[/COLOR][/COLOR] [/SUP][/indent][/hider] [/cell][cell][b]Physical Details [color=WHITE]◢[/color][/b] [color=#807B84][indent]Mox is an unassuming person of average height. Though slight at a glance, an incredibly strict and rigorous training regiment, which she still maintains, has left her with a fair amount of muscle and excellent physical health. It’s rare to find her without a smile on her face, or that same smile in her step, and just about every aspect of her demeanor. She has a tendency to dance as she walks, as if moving in time to some unheard music—or very much heard, if she’s wearing her headphones. She prefers simple, comfortable clothes, but likes branching out to be a bit more fashionable when means allow—which, considering her new life as a freelancer, isn’t very often. [/indent][/color] [b]Background Information [color=WHITE]◢[/color][/b] [color=#807B84][indent][u]Personal log of Ecclesia Agent [abbr=Chelsea Solioun][color=black]█████████[/color][/abbr],[abbr=Seraph Division, Special Operations][color=black]████████████████[/color][/abbr],Designation: Gabriel.[/u] [hider=Part 1][hider=Date: April 11th, 2665 CE.] [color=red][u]Begin Playback:[/u][/color] [i]…s on? Hello? Fuckin—used to have red lights on these things, y’know? Tell you when they’re fuckin’ on. Anyway, fuck me, worst day of my life, I owe the Archie a beer. You remember—fuck, I mean, I’m only talkin’ to [b]me[/b] but whatever—but no, that stupid [abbr=Cherub][color=black]██████[/color][/abbr] Program? [abbr=Brandt][color=black]█████[/color][/abbr]’s idea with the kids? Well we tagged this group of brats about four years ago when they were all like, six, and today some of’em pinged. Sim scores within "potential parameters" or some shit. Yeah, really. Seven pings, five of the families took the creds and handed the kids over. Unbelievable. And I taught heavy arms down in [abbr=Sootsoul][color=black]████████[/color][/abbr], so you know he’s gonna make [b]me[/b] babysit. Un-fuckin'...why’d I ever open my mouth? [abbr=Brandt][color=black]█████[/color][/abbr]’s gonna pick some high-class bar in the Brights and I’m gonna have to shell out like fifteen creds for one beer. And he's gonna grin at me the whole time cause he's a smug asshole. Fuck. And he [b]hates[/b] kids! Wasn’t even gonna do it ‘til I bet him he couldn’t. Fuck you, [abbr=Brandt][color=black]█████[/color][/abbr]![/i][/hider] [hider=Date: April 30th, 2665 CE] [color=red][u]Begin Playback:[/u][/color] [i]Okay, well, it’s been like almost three weeks, and my head fuckin’ hurts. Those [abbr=Cherub][color=black]██████[/color][/abbr] candidates we brought in? I mean, not like you’re gonna be forgetting this anytime soon but on the off chance you did, fuckface, guess what happened day one? We get five brand-spankin’-new, shinier-than-a-dolphin’s-ass frames on these cores, start to get’em plugged in, and the first kid [b]fries[/b] five minutes after he sits down. I mean like [b]cooked[/b], in the head, nothin’ but eggs up there. They let an intern do the fuckin' procedure on'im. Nice one. Yeah, so that put the brakes on us for a few days. Doesn’t matter, wasn’t any way we were gettin’ the rest of them in those cockpits after they saw us pull their buddy out. Doc had us mix some shit in their food, and they calmed down by the weekend but, I mean, [b]Christ[/b]. What are the odds? And it’s not like they’re better or anything. Watched the psyche vids after they’d gotten their evals, and they’re obviously all still worried about plugging in, they’re just too clonked out to say it. So yeah, we’re trying again tomorrow, I guess. [abbr=Brandt][color=black]█████[/color][/abbr] wants medical down there, waiting. Sure buddy, like that’s not gonna freak’em out even more. Fuckin’ ass. Whatever. Know what I was worrying about when I was ten? If I was gonna have fuckin’ pancakes for breakfast.[/i][/hider] [hider=Date: May 12th, 2665] [color=white][LOG DELETED][/color][/hider] [hider=Text Log. Date: May 16th, 2665 CE] [i]C3 CALLED ME IN LAST NIGHT AND THREW UP ON MY FAVORITE FKUCKIN SHIRT IM DELETING MY LSAST REC I TAKEIT ALBACK FUCK THESWE STUPID KIDS[/i][/hider] [hider=Date: July 25th, 2665 CE] [color=red][u]Begin Playback:[/u][/color] [i]Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. [/i]FUCK[i] meee[/i]eee[i]! Performance review? No one told me there was gonna be a fucking performance review! I thought this was just one of [abbr=Brandt][color=black]█████[/color][/abbr]’s pet projects, when did he get the fucking higher-ups involved? He made Project [abbr=Cherub][color=black]██████[/color][/abbr] a legitimate fucking program with funding and everything, and [b]my[/b] name is on it! You know what that means? Means if this doesn’t pay out how they want—and I don’t even know what the fuck it is that they actually want in the long-term—it’s my ass on the line! [abbr=Brandt][color=black]█████[/color][/abbr] put himself as Assistant Director! [b]Assistant[/b]! He’s the fucking Archangel! This was his idea and now I’m fucking in charge? Fuck that. You know what this is? He wants me out. Yeah, ever since his buddy got back from overseas, he’s been trying to get him into [abbr=Seraph][color=black]██████[/color][/abbr]. Won’t kick Sandalphon, they served together too. [abbr=Roarke][color=black]█████[/color][/abbr]’s been here almost as long as [abbr=Brandt][color=black]█████[/color][/abbr], board won’t cut him. He could go after [abbr=Milly][color=black]█████[/color][/abbr], but he won’t. Won’t go after anyone else. Doesn’t like me. Never liked me. But fuck him, I got this spot cause I’m the fucking best. They want these kids simming 90th in the sixteen-to-eighteen bracket by the end of September. Fine. C2 needs work and C5 is a fuckin’ anchor, but three and four pull their weight, they can pick up the slack. I’m moving my shit into their dorms. Up before the sun, and they’re gonna eat, sleep and shit simulations until this review bullshit is over. We’ll sleep in the goddamn pods if we have to. I ain’t goin’ fuckin’ anywhere, [abbr=Brandt][color=black]█████[/color][/abbr]. You hear me? I’m gonna fuckin win. I’m motherfucking Gabriel.[/i][/hider] [hider=Text Log. Date: August 13th, 2665 CE] [i]Gettin there gettin there slow but we’re gettin there. Three and four stomped the 13/15 bracket easy, and they’re 75th already in the 16/18’s. Kids don’t fuckin miss. They do not miss. Gimme a coupl weeks ill getem NINETYFUCKINNINTH swear to god ill have these kids makin PMC sims look like training vids.[/i][/hider] [hider=Text Log. Date: September 24th, 2665 CE] [i]2 and 5 i fucikn knew it i said it TWO AND FUCKING FIVE 55th FOR OVER A WEEK AND THEYRE GETTING FUKCING WOSREHAGAKCAWAICFAIHOWHOWHOWHOW HOW HOW 3 and 4 get tomorrow off 2 gets lunch 5 breaks 70th or he doesnt eat[/i][/hider] [hider=Date: October 1st, 2665 CE] [color=red][u]Begin Playback:[/u][/color] [i]Holy shit. We did it. We actually fucking did it. C4 hit 98th, and three cracked 99th, but they all passed 90. Average was like, 94th or something? I didn’t hear—wasn’t listening. Too busy enjoying the look on [abbr=Brandt][color=black]█████[/color][/abbr]’s stupid fucking face. God I shoulda snapped a picture. Dunno what was better, the scowl he shot me when the auditor passed us, or how green he got when C5 puked all over his shoes. I was right, [abbr=Brandt][color=black]█████[/color][/abbr] pitched [abbr=Cherub][color=black]██████[/color][/abbr] to the higher-ups as my idea. Lot of fucking money at his ‘recommendation’ but it was ultimately on me if it flopped. Well it didn’t, they’re fucking stoked and you know what? I’m running with it. I’ve got full control, all I gotta do is keep hitting high marks, and make sure the little bastards are Ecclesia-ready ASAP. Won’t be hard. Couple of'em can get going soon, with my help. Was gonna go bar-hopping and find someone to fuck my lights out, but C4 asked if they could have pizza—said I’d promised it if we passed. Probably did, whole month’s a fuckin’ blur. So yeah, you know what? We’re getting pizza, and something neon-colored to drink, and then we’re gonna marathon the Hell Melter movies cause I borrowed the third one from [abbr=Brandt][color=black]█████[/color][/abbr] and, hey, buddy? You ain’t gettin’ it back! Gabriel out![/i][/hider] [hider=Text Log. Date: October 2st, 2665 CE, 6:00] [i]3 came and got me, said 5 wouldnt wake up. called medical. he didnt make it. doc wont give me a straight answer. fed me some shit about plug fatigue. know better. i killed that kid.[/i][/hider] [hider=Date: October 7th, 2665 CE] [color=white][LOG DELETED][/color][/hider] [hider=Date: November 23rd, 2665 CE] [color=white][LOG DELETED][/color][/hider] [hider=Date: January 3rd, 2667 CE] [color=red][u]Begin Playback:[/u][/color] [i]Wow, shit, it’s been a minute I guess. Honestly forgot I had this tablet, just found it cleaning out under my bunk. Anyway, uhhh, update, update. Yeah. Okay so, last couple years have been pretty good! You know, I kinda thought balancing [abbr=Cherub][color=black]██████[/color][/abbr] and [abbr=Seraph][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] shit was gonna be impossible but, actually, it’s not so bad. Kids made it into Ecclesia, no fuckin’ surprise there. I don’t actually handle their sorties or anything, I just keep’em sharp in between, and since they’re a package deal they’re always together, so it works out pretty easy. C4’s got a thing for ordinance, oughta put him in touch with [abbr=Milly][color=black]█████[/color][/abbr]—woman’s a firebug. Three spends a lot of time training Two, she’s sorta my second-in-command. Two still struggles with her percentiles, but Three? High-90’s all day, and it’s even better in sorties. Seriously, I meant it when I said this kid doesn’t miss. I watched the vids. They put a rifle in her hands, plop her on the edge of the conflict zone. She’ll sit there for hours, not a single complaint. Shooting starts and she zeroes motherfuckers all day long. Pop. Pop. Cool as a fuckin’ cucumber. Told her she can bring holovids, or music or something with her but she just likes chatting with the rest of the squad. Grumpy fucks tell her to stuff it but she keeps going, it’s great. Gonna try and sit in on the comms with her on the next sortie. As far as [abbr=Seraph][color=black]█████[/color][/abbr] goes, it’s been weird. [abbr=Brandt][color=black]█████[/color][/abbr] was on me for a while after I got [abbr=Cherub][color=black]█████[/color][/abbr] on track, but then we lost Raphael. Wasn’t on an op or anything, dude just necked himself. He left me alone after that. Fuck. Don’t get me wrong, I can’t stand the guy, but he and [abbr=Roarke][color=black]██████[/color][/abbr] served together. I get it. Kids are out for the night, long mission. Dorm’s all mine, so I’m gettin’ trashed—haven’t had a drink in months. Didn’t like [abbr=Roarke][color=black]██████[/color][/abbr] much, but he saved my skin more than once when he didn’t have to. So, here. First one’s for Raphael. Good fuckin’ work, angel.[/i][/hider] [hider=Text Log. Date: January 5th 2667 CE] [i]3 hit fullsync on todays sortie. overcharged her thermal and the fuckn hting blew up in her hands. shes fine, just spooked. r/d wants to fit her with higher-capacity equipment. i told her she gets to play with bigger toys. eyes lit up like christmas. pizza tonight. they earned it.[/i][/hider] [hider=Date: March 15th, 2667 CE] [color=red][u]Begin Playback:[/u][/color] [i]God. Shit. Shit. Okay, so, Three’s been goin’ on more sorties, and she’s doin’ great, seriously. Hits full-sync pretty quick, so they keep putting her further and further away. Still hits. Girl’s cracked, really. Problem is, her Shift finally cropped up. Or, I dunno, maybe it’s been up for a while and we just didn’t notice. Back after Five…y’know. After that, the kids set up a little memorial in his room, and every now and then they go in there and tell him what’s been up. Sorta became a post-mission ritual for’em. Well, Three got back first today, and she’s normally, like, y’know, right to Five’s room to give his lil’ picture an earful. This time she just got a drink and flopped down on the couch. Thought something might have been up—I mean, the sortie went fine, great, so I didn’t really know. Tried to be slick about it, asked if she’d already told Five how she did. Girl just stared at me. Asked again and she said she didn’t know who I was talking about. Now, look, I get it, kids are little psychopaths, and they can be mean as fuck, yeah, but not Three. Not any of the [abbr=Cherubs][color=black]██████[/color][/abbr]. But Three is just [b]disgustingly[/b] nice, so I knew she wasn’t just saying that to say it. Took her into the room and she looked at his picture for a long time. She doesn’t remember him. Look, they’re all starting to deal with their Shifts. C4 got a pretty typical lineage-bleed, and Two sleeps like one hour at a time. But I’m worried about how Three’s gonna progress. If this memory thing goes deep, she could end up a fuckin’ vegetable. [abbr=Brandt][color=black]█████[/color][/abbr] says I should stick to protocol, push it ‘til we have a good idea of what it can do. But he’s a stupid fucking asshole. He’s right, but he’s still a stupid fucking asshole. Two and Four are with her now. They’re tellin’ her about Five, and those first couple months. Dunno how much she lost, yet. Gonna go talk to medical.[/i][/hider] [hider=Date: May 30th, 2667 CE] [color=red][u]Begin Playback:[/u][/color] [i]… Long day. Long month, I guess. Jesus. New [abbr=Seraph][color=black]█████[/color][/abbr] in the squad. Remember [abbr=Brandt][color=black]█████[/color][/abbr]’s buddy? The one he wanted to replace me with? Well, he’s in now. I’m still Gabriel, nothin’ fuckin’ changing that, but the guy’s been doing work in Ecclesia for a while and the Powers That Be deigned to expand the heavenly fuckin’ host and bring him in. [abbr=Solomon Roy][color=black]███████[/color][/abbr]. Callin’ him Israfil. Guys a real piece of work. Don’t get me wrong, he’s an absolute monster on the field, can see why they brought him on, but, man, he’s like a slab of metal. Hardly talks on ops, and he’s curt in briefings, but when he does talk, you learn to fuckin’ listen. Killer strategist. No nonsense, too, even off-duty. No fuckin’ idea how he’s friends with [abbr=Brandt][color=black]█████[/color][/abbr]. Friends with anyone for that matter. Dude doesn’t even smile, doesn’t even seem human. [abbr=Milly][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] can’t stand him, but she doesn’t like a lot of people. Always a hard adjustment bringing new people on. Lotta trust in the [abbr=Seraphs][color=black]██████[/color][/abbr], even with the assholes. Gotta be. Some of the shit we do, y’know, you need that. Anyway, uhhh, hmm…oh! Yeah, [abbr=Cherub][color=black]████[/color][/abbr]’s good. Had that scare with Three a while back, but we pushed it, figured it out we think. Definitely a memory loss thing. Helluva Shift, but it could be worse, y’know? Doesn’t hurt, isn’t miserable. Aside from some gaps, she’s still all there. Won’t even have to take any meds for it. Honestly? I’m kinda jealous. Lucky little shit.[/i][/hider][/hider] [hider=Part 2][hider=Date: April 12th, 2670 CE] [color=red][u]Begin Playback:[/u][/color] [i]Aaaaay, got it! Holy shit, can’t believe this still works, I think I lost this thing like…wow three fuckin’ years, huh? Not the first time, either. Oops. Ah well, who cares? Uhhh, shit, things have been great! Mostly, I mean. [abbr=Thom][color=black]███[/color][/abbr] bit it a few months ago. Op in [abbr=ED][color=black]██[/color][/abbr] took a bad turn on exfil. Archie took a hit and Israfil had to take over command while we got’im out. Thank god for that guy, really. Still gives me the creeps, but he does fuckin’ work. Don’t drink much these days, but I poured one out for Remiel. Good work, angel. Alright but enough sad shit, though! How about [abbr=Cherub][color=black]████[/color][/abbr]! Holy fuck, these kids are killin’ it! All of’em, even Two! C4’s happy as a clam no matter what the sortie is, as long as he gets to make something explode. Two’s been running recon for Three, and Three’s been sitting in on tactical meetings. Think she might have her lil’ eyes on commanding one of these things. Who knows? Soon. Maybe. She’s good, but there are some missions that take time to plan, and if she has to run sorties beforehand, there’s a chance she’ll lose some of the intel. Yeah, uh, her Shift’s kinda progressed. It’s not terrible, but she pushes full-sync a lot, and now she’s starting to get gaps more often. Last time she disconnected she forgot what years it was, and she couldn’t remember her favorite movie. Hah. Think I still have [abbr=Brandt][color=black]████[/color][/abbr]’s copy. Sucker. We’ll watch it tonight, it’ll come back to her. Gonna try not to lose this thing again, these little logs are nice.[/i][/hider] [hider=Date: April 25th, 2670 CE] [color=red][u]Begin Playback:[/u][/color] [i]Okay, okay! Quick one today cause I gotta run down to start clearing shit with the brass, but fuckin’ get this—they want to start grooming Three for [abbr=Seraph][color=black]████[/color][/abbr]! For real! I think they want her to replace Remiel. She's a marksman, makes sense. Fuck, okay, I’m gonna be late and I just fuckin’ know if [abbr=Brandt][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] gets there first, he’s gonna try and talk’em out of it. Well fuck you, buddy, not on my watch.[/i][/hider] [hider=Text Log. Date: April 26th 2670 CE] [i]MY GIRLS GNONNA B A FUCKN [abbr=SERAPH][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] BABY LETSFUCKNGI GOOOOO OO[/i][/hider] [hider=Date: June 1st, 2670 CE] [color=red][u]Begin Playback:[/u][/color] [i]Well, it’s been a helluva few weeks, but things are goin’ good! Since Three got tagged for [abbr=Seraph][color=black]█████[/color][/abbr], I’ve had to sorta pull her aside for extra training. She hasn’t met anyone else from the squad yet, doesn’t know I’m part of it either. Right now she thinks she’s being tested—which, fair, she is. Downside is that she’s had to miss a couple sorties with Two and Four. First time they’ve ever actually been split up, I think. Threw’em all out of whack, and they practically glued themselves to her when she got back to the dorms. Two especially. Anyway, been and gonna be spending a lot more time with her. I mean more than usual. Hell I’ve been sleeping in these fuckin’ dorms most nights for almost five years, I see these kids every goddamn day anyway. Two and Four are due out tomorrow. Gonna take Three to the heavy range out in the dust—let her try some of the [b]fun[/b] toys.[/i][/hider] [hider=Text Log. Date: June 2nd 2670 CE] [i]holy FUCK wow biggest mistake of my LIFE OW let 3 use a fuckin dragonslayer cause like idk i figured why not she likes snipers and she can actually use it u ever hear one of those things spool up when theyre charging on a fullsync battery? sounds like the fuckign world is ending. then she shot the stupid thing and there mustve been a fuckup with my dampeners cause i heard it like i was standing rgiht fuckning next to it. ears still ringing doc says ill b fine but FUCK OW and of cours e she hit the target anwyay didnt know what he r favorite food was when she unplugged and i had to remind myself that im a fucking adult so i didnt tell her that she loved to eat SHIT[/i][/hider] [hider=Date: August 15th, 2670 CE] [color=red][u]Begin Playback:[/u][/color] [i]Ugh, today fuckin’ blows. [abbr=Brandt][color=black]█████[/color][/abbr] went to the brass, told them how I’m pulling Three out of too many missions. Like, motherfucker, you [b]know[/b] what she’s training for and you [b]know[/b] some of that shit needs to be learned in a controlled environment. But yeah, brass agreed so she’s back on the normal rotations. We’re gonna have to squeeze in lessons during her downtime, which there’s already not much of anyway. Two’s glad to have her back, of course—she’s a good girl. They’ve both been spending a lot of time together, holding hands and shit when they think I'm not looking. Long as they don’t get marked for PDA I don’t really give a shit. C4’s been good too. Branching out more, hanging out in the barracks. Met [abbr=Milly][color=black]███[/color][/abbr] on accident, but she’d heard about his specialties and they talked for hours. Seemed to learn a lot, but fucked if I wanna to deal with another one of her, so I’m gonna try to rein him in a bit before he tries sneaking in booze and lighting bugs on fire. Gonna take’em out tomorrow. Know a nice place not too far from the city where we can spend the day, eat in peace. Birds like to flock out that way; might bring my rifle with me, see if Three’s as good out of the NC.[/i][/hider] [hider=Date: March 7th, 2671 CE] [color=red][u]Begin Playback:[/u][/color] [i]Well, today was the day. Three’s officially a [abbr=Seraph][color=black]█████[/color][/abbr]. Just got back from the meeting, moving her to our squad first thing tomorrow. Designation is "Sahaquiel." Officially she’s just moving to Ecclesia proper, but she’ll be working under our CO’s, and when we need to pull her for ops they’ll shift her around to make it all look right. I dunno, never asked how any of the technical shit worked, don’t care. Bad news I guess, too. [abbr=Cherub][color=black]█████[/color][/abbr]’s disbanded. Wasn’t on bad terms or anything. Point of it wasn’t to make a single unit, it was to make good soldiers for Ecclesia. Hey, and you know what? That’s what I fuckin’ did. These kids are goddamn stars. Two? Yeah, I pushed her hard, but you know what? She bounced back, she fuckin’ did. Scout’s not an easy role, and even when we stopped testing her she never let up. C4? Kid’s got a future in demo that’d make [abbr=Milly][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] blush. And every squad he’s worked with fuckin’ loves him. His heart is in this in a way you don’t see with most people. He [b]loves[/b] being a pilot, even after all the shit. And Three? I mean, I’m not even her fuckin’ teacher anymore. Technically we’re coworkers now—you’d told me that at the start and I’d’ve made you swallow your teeth. Not lettin’em go though. Talked brass into letting us keep the dorms. Yeah, yeah, I can hear me already with the sentimentality shit. Fuck off. Won’t all be around as much, but it’s something. Guess y’all aren’t numbers anymore. Now you’re angels.[/i][/hider][/hider] [hider=Part 3][hider=Text Log. Date: May 4th 2671 CE] [i]FIRST OP WITH [abbr=SAFIE][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] TODAY BICTH! god DAMN my fuckin girl was SO READY!! worried she wouldn’t get on with everyone but on the trip out [abbr=Milly][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] asked her if she really thought Hell Melter 3 was better than 2 cause apparently no one fuckin thinks that (coulda fooled me 2 blows AAAAAAASSSSSSSS) anyway they talked the whole fuckin way. Sandalphon and Iofiel got in on it too. Archie was a fuckin’ grouch about it but fuck’im HAHA LOSER I WON. so yeah we ganked this [abbr=Fairbanks][color=black]███████[/color][/abbr] convoy and it went smooth as butter. Sahaquiel (GET TO CALL HER SAHAQUIEL NOW) was so far out but we could still hear the dragonslayer spool up. didnt matter though she zeroed TWO of the fuckers before we even got started. Archie and I took on the NC’s they had with’em, and [abbr=Milly][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] did her thing, made sure there wasnt shit left to ID. fuckin cherry on top is she completely forgot who Archie was when she unplugged. FUCK YOU [abbr=BRANDT][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] I’m gonna tell her SO MUCH SHIT ABOUT YOU GABRIEL OUT[/i][/hider] [hider=Date: February 23rd, 2672 CE] [color=red][u]Begin Playback:[/u][/color] [i]Not fuckin’ happy today. [abbr=Brandt][color=black]█████[/color][/abbr]. Fuckin’ [abbr=Brandt][color=black]█████[/color][/abbr]. [b]Fuck.[/b] I don’t get it. I do not get it he won’t just leave a good thing alone. I mean, things have been going so fuckin’ well, and I’ve stayed out of his hair as best I can when we aren’t on ops, but he still has to try and find some way to just…get at me. Fuck! He went to the higher-ups. Thought he might be trying to get [abbr=Safie][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] booted but no, it’s worse. He went in all honey and praise, and said we should start putting her in on higher-confidential ops. ‘Course the brass didn’t like that idea much. I mean, she’s fuckin’ good, but she’s still a kid, and she and [abbr=Emma][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] have never been great about hiding their shit so of course they know about her, too. Having ties like that don’t usually make for a good fit. But [abbr=Brandt][color=black]█████[/color][/abbr], the fucker, suggests using her Shift as leverage. He wants to isolate her, cut down on the things she can lose when she unplugs so there’s a higher chance she’ll forget the actual fucking mission. Pitched it as the perfect fucking spec-ops agent, wipes her own memory. And those shitheads actually bought it. So now she can’t see [abbr=Emma][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] anymore, can’t leave the dorms, can’t watch movies, can’t listen to music. She gets to live in a small fucking bubble, with the occasional break to sortie, with as little intel as possible, I’m guessing so they can start wiping as much from her as they can. [abbr=Emma][color=black]████[/color][/abbr]’s freaked out, of course. So’s [abbr=Glenn][color=black]████[/color][/abbr]. They both come by and I have to fuckin’ turn them away. The way they look at me. Like they can’t believe it. Fuck. They shouldn’t believe it. I wish they’d forget it. They won’t. Me neither.[/i][/hider] [hider=Text Log. Date: March 8th 2672 CE] [i]she forgot me. she fucking forgot me. started with other shit. lost her birthday, forgot how to dance, how to use the microwave, what coffee was, how old she was, doesnt remember her parents, or what time the sun goes down. she lost her name THREE FUCKING TIMEs. now she doesnt even like how it sounds anymore. forgot [abbr=Glenn][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] and the poor boy fucking cried when i told him. said he fucking hated me. [abbr=Emma][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] took him away before i could say something stupid but hes right. he should fucking hate me. [abbr=Safie][color=black]████[/color][/abbr]’s like his fucking sister and it feels like i took him away from her. still didnt stop it. didnt even try. today she got out of the cockpit and asked me who i was. dont even know if i wanna tell her.[/i][/hider] [hider=Date: June 29th, 2672 CE] [color=white][LOG DELETED][/color][/hider] [hider=Date: July 19th, 2672 CE] [color=white][LOG DELETED][/color][/hider] [hider=Date: August 4th, 2672 CE] [color=white][LOG DELETED][/color][/hider] [hider=Date: August 16th, 2672 CE] [color=red][u]Begin Playback:[/u][/color] [i]God. Okay. Well, it’s over. The little experiment, [abbr=Brandt][color=black]████[/color][/abbr]’s idea, it’s done. She went out on the last op and a malfunction in the plug triggered a failsafe, booted her out right as she was lining up her target. She forgot what the fuck she was doing, like, completely, and by the time Control got her caught up the target was gone. Whole op was a scrub. Oops! Turns out you can’t rest your entire fucking strategy on a goldfish! Fuckin’—ugh. Fuck. Whatever. They pulled it. Keeping her in the [abbr=Seraphs][color=black]█████[/color][/abbr] at least, and I got them to give me a week to…I dunno, recoup her. She lost pretty much everything once or twice along the way. Me, [abbr=Glenn][color=black]████[/color][/abbr], Ecclesia, herself. Every morning it was like figuring out if she knew enough to pour herself a bowl of cereal. Couldn’t tie her boots, had to teach her what sit ups were. Only anchor she managed to keep the whole way was [abbr=Emma][color=black]████[/color][/abbr]. Fuck knows how, but she did. Gonna have to get her to help me. [abbr=Safie][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] trusts her. [abbr=Glenn][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] won’t come by if I’m around. He’ll be back in like, twenty, so I gotta fuck off. Gonna give’em the night. Dunno what they’ll tell her about me. Probably just the truth. Huh. Fact that scares the shit out of me should say enough, I guess. [abbr=Safie][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] I’m sorry. You’re never gonna see this, but I just am. I’m sorry. I’m not gonna let something like this happen again.[/i][/hider] [hider=Date: November 28th, 2672 CE] [color=red][u]Begin Playback:[/u][/color] [i]Alright, hey. So, [abbr=Safie][color=black]████[/color][/abbr]’s been back on ops for a little while. Little shaky at first, everyone kinda had their doubts, but as soon as she actually had to do her shit, she did it. Girl still doesn’t miss. Things are better with us. [abbr=Emma][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] and [abbr=Glenn][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] told her what happened, which was fair. She wasn’t really keen on talking to me for a bit, which was also fair. I moved out of the dorms, let’em have that. Eventually she found me in the mess. Realized I was part of a memory she still had. Said it was a good one and she’d be okay trying to get back to feeling like that again. I just nodded. Didn’t know what to say, really. Didn’t wanna ruin it. Been a few weeks since then. We eat dinner together every other day, sometimes [abbr=Emma][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] comes. It’s…I dunno. It’s nice. I like it, but it feels so…weird. Different. I look at her and, like, I know it’s her. I know it’s [abbr=Safie][color=black]████[/color][/abbr]. She’s still the same person, still nicer than she should be, happier than she should be. She likes a lot of the same things, just doesn’t know why she likes them. It’s her. But it’s not. Fuck that’s so mean. Anyway, dinner’s soon. Just gonna stay the course. Gotta. [abbr=Emma][color=black]████[/color][/abbr]’s starting to come around on me, too. Didn’t realize how much I missed talking to her ‘til she stopped. Same with the little punk. Things go well here, I might try and reach out to him.[/i][/hider] [hider=Text Log. Date: January 1st, 2673 CE] [i]newyaers party SUCKKS cheap BEER cheap FOOD cheaP BREER c ity of mfucking angles and they alL SUCK [abbr=Safie][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] nad [abbr=Emma][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] went ofg somewhere else, cause [abbr=Emma][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] dooesnt liKE LOUD and drink saw [abbr=Glenn][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] but th litt le punk woudlnt talk tome nad when i kept trying he PUNHCED ME not even mad tho [abbr=Glenn][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] proud of u buddy u got a mean fucknfg hook kid. gotta lie down bfore i say smome dumshit[/i][/hider] [hider=Date: January 1st, 2673 CE] [color=white][LOG DELETED][/color][/hider] [hider=Date: January 1st, 2673 CE] [color=white][LOG DELETED][/color][/hider] [hider=Text Log. Date: January 2nd, 2673 CE] [i]Said some dumb shit.[/i][/hider] [hider=Text Log. Date: February 17th, 2673 CE] [i]girl still has my back op in [abbr=ED][color=black]██[/color][/abbr] turned. uriel damaged. went in to get her and fuckn israfil SHITBAG ordred exfil. went in anyway no ammo no nothin but [abbr=Milly][color=black]████[/color][/abbr]’s my fuckkin BRO and we dont leave angels BEHIND saw sahaquiel go airborne thougt she was ditching but then i hear that goddamn dragonslayer roarin got [abbr=Milly][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] out and i aint ever saying a FUCKING WORD to that shitheel evr again fucking lov u [abbr=Safie][color=black]████[/color][/abbr].[/i][/hider] [hider=Date: April 12th, 2673 CE] [color=red][u]Begin Playback:[/u][/color] [i]So. Went out with [abbr=Safie][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] and [abbr=Emma][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] today, took’em to that spot like she remembered. Brought the food, and the rifle. Been clean since new years, but I found a bottle of the soda they used to drink back in [abbr=Cherub][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] so we split that. Hour or so later [abbr=Glenn][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] showed up. I didn’t invite him—I mean, I woulda, y’know, but after last time I figured he probably didn’t wanna hear from me again. Didn’t really say anything for a while. Everyone just got real quiet. Dumbass me, eventually I told’im—fuckin’—I said I was sober this time, so he wasn’t getting another free shot. That set him off, he came at me swingin’. You know how many assholes I’ve dropped? How many bar fights I’ve walked out of pullin’ some motherfucker’s teeth out of my knuckles? Well I didn’t throw one fuckin’ punch. Might’ve slapped him back a bit, thrown him once or twice, but honestly? Kid’s a scrapper, he might’a actually had me towards the end. Should’a heard him screaming, pure fury, then it just…stopped. All of it. One second he’s wailing on me, roaring like an animal, then suddenly he’s just…sobbing. And he fuckin’ grabbed me. Hugged me. Fuck, look at me, now I-I’m a fuckin’ mess too. …Look I always kinda knew what this was. These kids. Could’a cut when they closed [abbr=Cherub][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] down but I didn’t. I didn’t. They’re fuckin’ mine. Said they needed some time. Gonna meet again next week. [abbr=Glenn][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] gave me his number, said I could text him if I wanted. Still tryin' to figure out what to say. Not gonna fuck it up this time.[/i][/hider][/hider] [hider=Part 4][hider=Date: January 5th, 2677 CE] [color=red][u]Begin Playback:[/u][/color] [i]Knew I packed this fuckin’ thing somewhere. Well, get a good look now, cause this is probably the cleanest this place is ever gonna get. That’s right baby, we’re in the Brights now! Fuck! I remember when I was like, nine, lookin’ up at these towers from the dregs, thinkin’ I’d live in a place like that one day. Welcome to ‘one day’, girl. Needless to say, things in [abbr=Seraph][color=black]█████[/color][/abbr] have been goin’ well. Corpo shit sorta slowed down, but you know how it is with the suits, one of’em is always gonna want another one dead. Or worse, broke. Job’s a job though. They point, I shoot. Not like you can really say ‘no’ at this level, anyway. Not that I’m complaining, I mean, shit, look at all this. Look at the view! Easy to forget there’re still stars in the sky sometimes. Not anymore. [abbr=Brandt][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] and I still butt heads, but he’s backed off trying to ruin my shit. Maybe he’s finally getting his shit together. Can’t say the same about his buddy. Fuckin’ Israfil. Yeah, nothing’s changed there. Still a gargantuan, soulless fucking machine. Still doesn’t think he did anything wrong wanting to leave [abbr=Milly][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] behind way back. The rest of’em are chill though, even Sandalphon’s getting sick of his shit. [abbr=Safie][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] and [abbr=Emma][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] are coming over later, help me break the place in. Got pizza, got the new Hell Melter. Gonna start with 4 cause that was [abbr=Glenn][color=black]████[/color][/abbr]’s favorite. … Fuck, can’t believe it’s been a year. Miss you, punk. …Fuck, nope. Nope, not today. Did this crying shit already. Today’s a good day. We’re fuckin’ happy today.[/i][/hider] [hider=Text Log. Date: February 25th, 2677 CE] [i][abbr=Safie][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] forgot me again. not as bad this time, still has a lot of it. mostly just my name and face. [abbr=Emma][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] talked her through it, p much norml again. gonna go out tomorro just me n her, have a remembering day.[/i][/hider] [hider=Text Log. Date: March 14th, 2677 CE] [i]just hit up a strip mall with [abbr=Emma][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] 2day and this fuckn girl pulls us into a jewelry shop cuz she wanted to get PROMISE RINGS for her and [abbr=Safie][color=black]████[/color][/abbr]. am i lame now cause i think thats cute as fuck ? i bought her a new journal. lost the last 1 and it had a bunch of important shit in it. gotta put [abbr=Glenn][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] in the new 1 for her cause she forgot him again like 3 months ago. cant wait 2 see the look on her face[/i][/hider] [hider=Date: March 15th, 2677 CE] [color=red][u]Begin Playback:[/u][/color] [i]—got it! Come on, come on! Don’t hide! Look at the camera, come on let’s see it! Show it! [right]'[color=crimson]Omigosh no stop! My eyes are all red it’s embarrassing![/color]'[/right] Aw come on what’s it say on it, huh? What’d she get engraved? ‘My Angel’? How fuckin’ cute is that? Atta fuckin' girl, [abbr=Emma][color=black]████[/color][/abbr]![/i][/hider] [hider=Date: May 11th, 2677 CE] [color=red][u]Begin Playback:[/u][/color] [i]Hey hey. Back from another op. Yep, that’s my arm all busted up. Not too bad or anything, doc says I’ll heal just fine, and I’m good to pilot in the meantime anyway. Mainly it’s [abbr=Safie][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] I’m worried about. Only ever seen that girl miss once or twice since she was a brat. Well, un-fuckin'-lucky but today was one of those times. We were out in [abbr=Blackstone][color=black]███████[/color][/abbr] territory. Some assholes from our side went AWOL. Took over this little town near a transport site, guess they planned to ambush it. Higher-ups didn’t want that kinda heat so, in we go, gotta take’em out, clear out the town, too. Make it look like raiders. Don’t think she knew any of the deserters. Main issue was the civis. [abbr=Safie][color=black]████[/color][/abbr]’s not too good about that part of the job. I mean, she’ll do it—done it—but sometimes, after she…y’know, the memory, she’ll start having doubts and shit. Basically what happened here. Hesitated, and one of the NC’s got me with a thermal blade. Hot shit, that. Closest I’ve come to biting it in a while. All good now. Brass wants me to have a chat with her and I will, but…I mean, fuck. I’ll tell her a job’s a job, and sometimes things get dirty. But I’m not gonna rag on her for not wanting to kill civis. Ever since [abbr=Emma][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] dropped out last year, she’s been on a real humanitarian kick. Think it’s getting to [abbr=Safie][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] now, too. Don’t think she’s told her about [abbr=Seraph][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] or anything, but, shit, person you love starts telling you about how much peace matters, and how important life is, it’s gonna get to you. Ugh. Gonna go take a shower, soak these fuckin’ burns.[/i][/hider] [hider=Text Log. Date: May 20th, 2677 CE] [i][abbr=Emma][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] called me. [abbr=Safie][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] got blasted at a bar and might have said something about [abbr=Seraph][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] whn she got home. fk not gonna report this yet. mayb can fix it[/i][/hider] [hider=Text Log. Date: May 21st, 2677 CE] [i]false alarm [abbr=Safie][color=black]████[/color][/abbr]’s just a sappy drunk. was pretty fuckn gone when i got there but the girl’s a professional. pulled her aside when we had a moment and made sure she didnt say anything. [abbr=Emma][color=black]████[/color][/abbr]’s worried cause [abbr=Safie][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] doent drink much and barely ever gets drunk. asked me to look after her at work. like i dotn already gonna be weird when she wakes up tomorrow and doesnt remember anything, and its got nothin to do with her shfit lmao[/i][/hider] [hider=Date: July 13th, 2677 CE] [color=red][u]Begin Playback:[/u][/color] [i]Well, back to it, I guess. Some shit’s goin’ on in this little settlement on the territory’s border. [abbr=Margodown][color=black]███████[/color][/abbr] or somethin’, I dunno. No mission yet but when you get pinged to be ready, you get curious, y’know? Anyway, looks like some strike shit. Governor or whatever doesn’t think the levies are fair, or wants a better cut from their mines, or one of the billion other reasons these people have. Negotiations are apparently looking ‘unproductive.’ Guys really oughta just take whatever we’re offering. I get it, shit sucks beyond the walls. You can get away with a lot, but when you start messin’ with the money, these corpo douchebags can do some drastic shit. Or they order other people to do some drastic shit, I guess. Worst case [abbr=Margodown][color=black]███████[/color][/abbr] gets a visit from some ‘raiders.’ City officially pulls support for them, they become pretty prime targets, so sweeping it under the rug’ll be easy enough. Sucks if we gotta do it to our own civs. [abbr=Safie][color=black]████[/color][/abbr]’s gonna hate it. If she’s lucky, one of these days she’ll forget about it. Gotta get down to the compound with the others just in case.[/i][/hider] [hider=Text Log. Date: July 16th, 2677 CE] [i]been sittin on my ass for days but shits happening [abbr=Margodown][color=black]███████[/color][/abbr] bought some freelance muscle. 6 mechs, 3 NCs. pretty much fuckd at this point, negotiations got yanked right away. background found these dudes have beef with a raider clan, so we’ve got cover. gonna repaint, then go in and ash the whole place. just me, [abbr=Safie][color=black]████[/color][/abbr], and [abbr=Brandt][color=black]████[/color][/abbr]. not thrilled about runnin’ small group with the archie, but its better than fuckn israfil, i guess[/i][/hider] [hider=Text Log. Date: July 20th, 2677 CE] [i]FUCK FUCK FUCKFUKC FUCK FUCK [abbr=EMMA][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] ISOUT THER E WIHT HER FUKCING HIPPIE CREW [abbr=SAFIE][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] DOSENT KNO DOESNT REMEMBR SHE WENTOUT THEREFUCKFUCK CALLINGHR SHE WONT FUKCING PICK UP WE LEAV FUCKING TOMORRO[/i][/hider] [hider=Date: July 21st, 2677 CE] [color=white][LOG DELETED][/color][/hider] [hider=Date: July 22nd, 2677 CE] [color=white][LOG DELETED][/color][/hider] [hider=Date: July 23rd, 2677 CE] [color=red][u]Begin Playback:[/u][/color] [i]… … I fuckin’— … I fucking tried. God I tried [abbr=Emma][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] I’m so fucking sorry. I don’t…if… Fuck. If you can…just…[abbr=Safie][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] didn’t know. She didn’t know. I couldn’t…she doesn’t know. I won’t tell her, I can’t. I know you wouldn’t fuckin’ want that. I know. I’m gonna…I’m gonna have to think of something. You just…god why didn’t you pick up… What do I fucking do? I’m so sorry. I’m so, so fucking sorry, [abbr=Emma][color=black]████[/color][/abbr]. I fucking love you. I didn’t deserve any of you.[/i][/hider] [hider=Date: July 24th, 2677 CE] [color=white][LOG DELETED][/color][/hider] [hider=Text Log. Date: July 26th, 2677 CE] [i]she forgot [abbr=Emma][color=black]████[/color][/abbr][/i][/hider] [hider=Text Log. Date: July 26th, 2677 CE] [i]getting her out. dont care how long it takes. next mission with 3 of us, im deregistering al her implants, pulling her NC's trackers, and sending her out. gonna make it look like she got taken. kno someone in tech who can help. whoevr comes with us has to die. hope its not [abbr=Milly][color=black]████[/color][/abbr], but thats how it is. cant do it anymore. im sorry it took this long.[/i][/hider] [hider=Text Log. Date: December 31st, 2677 CE] [i]it was archie. sorry [abbr=Brandt][color=black]████[/color][/abbr]. never liked you but you didnt deserve that. [abbr=Safie][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] didnt know what was happening, but she did what i told her. sahaquiel’s offline. far as brass knows she got scrapped by the raiders. deadzone didnt last long enough. had so much more i wanted to say. shes gone now. dont know where. dont wanna know. if i never see her again itll be what we both deserve. [abbr=Safie][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] [abbr=Emma][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] [abbr=Glenn][color=black]████[/color][/abbr] i love you. i love all of you. i wish youd never met me. throwing this damn tablet into a fucking fire.[/i][/hider][/hider] [hider=Epilogue: Mox’s Journal: Page 1] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1051358079683412028/1055349020211564565/image.png[/img] [i]Chelsea Emma <3 Glenn! Mox Holiday (you) Safie Calhan (also you) ((old you)) Sango Bay instant noodles! (Beef!) Dancing Post-post-ionic-punk (music)((good!!)) Sahaquiel[/i][/hider][hr][hider=tldr summary]Before she was Mox Holiday, freelance pilot, she was scooped up in Project Cherub, an experiment conducted by Ecclesia, and headed by members of their special operations unit, Seraph. Training at age 10, piloting by 12, Mox has spent the majority of her life in and around combat. Eventually rising to into the ranks of the Seraphs, she worked alongside her mentor and parental figure, Chelsea Solioun. However, the effects of her Shift and the weight of clandestine operations on her conscience took their toll. It cost her family, friends, and very nearly her own life. With Chelsea’s help, she managed to escape Ecclesia and get herself into hiding. Now, with 2678 ahead of her, she’s come to Last Hope in search of…well, she doesn’t quite know yet. Maybe it’s too much for someone like her to ask for a purpose, but she figures she’ll look anyway.[/hider] [/indent][/color] [b]Polaris Shift [color=WHITE]◢[/color][/b] [color=#807B84][indent]Some might view Mox’s Shift as a mercy, others as a boon. After having lived with it for most of her life, she would, unequivocally, consider it a curse. When she was younger, full-synching with her NC would cause her to lose memories upon disconnecting. These began small, and isolated, but over time expanded to include larger and more crucial bits of information, such as her own name, and could cover anything from singular moments, to entire days. After a decade of intense and consistent work, the Shift now occurs whenever she disconnects, full-sync or not. Blessedly, these standard losses are often innocuous and easily remedied with a reminder. But ultimately the lottery of her mind is random, and while full-synch’s still carry a significant price, there’s always the chance that she’ll lose something important anyway. [/indent][/color] [b]Personal Mission [color=WHITE]◢[/color][/b] [color=#807B84][indent]Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Vivamus at mi mi. In imperdiet porta dolor, at fermentum nulla commodo eu. Suspendisse volutpat et ex tempor suscipit. Nullam tincidunt at nunc vel auctor. Donec venenatis, nisl nec fringilla varius, massa quam porttitor turpis, sed bibendum purus sem id risus. Nullam scelerisque lectus eget diam gravida malesuada. Maecenas consectetur est ac sollicitudin congue. Maecenas interdum erat dignissim lectus sodales, nec ultrices neque egestas. Integer convallis lacus at consequat volutpat. [/indent][/color] [/cell][/row][/table][/COLOR]