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[h2][center][color=f9ad81]Specialist Devronian Arx[/color][/center][/h2]
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Dev leaned back in his seat while in the turret, petting his weapon as it sat in his lap. He was fond of his invention, and the lack of sleep mixed with his general instability lead to some rather disturbing ramblings while manning the defenses. "[color=f9ad81]Don't worry girl, when we find them we get to have some fun...[/color]" The only thing that could shake him was the stern orders of his captain coming into his earpiece. "[color=blue]Alright, everyone. Tango has offered to keep watch while we all try to get some rest for now. No arguing, this is an order. If we don't die in an ambush, I'll let you know when they attack again.[/color]" Dev gave a sigh of relief, happy to finally enjoy some rest. He quietly made his way back towards his cabin, gingerly setting Death Whistle into it's case on his desk before performing his ritual.
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Dev awoke with a start when he hit the ground. He groaned, pulling off the eye mask and the earplugs. He looked up and noticed the emergency lights flashing. "[color=f9ad81]Motherf... WHY WON'T YOU LET ME SLEEP![/color]" Dev angrily got up and immediately made his way to the sink, checking his hair and beard in the mirror. He quickly opened up the mirror and pulled out his comb and gel, making sure to set his hair properly as the ship shaked violently. It only took Dev a few seconds to look presentable before rushing over to the case of his most prized possession, grabbing his launcher.

That's when the orders came through. The Captain was ordering men to different positions. Dev's name, not mentioned. Turret duty sounded a little boring, so he began making his way towards the cargo hold. Dev loved being on the welcoming committee. That was until he heard the distress call for the bridge. Dev had a small smile on his face. He called out over the comms, "[color=f9ad81]Sam, Tony... I can handle securing the bridge. I'll join you when I can... and before you ask, I'll try not to blow it up.[/color]" And, as Dev loved to do, he began running with Death Whistle in hand towards the bridge at a dead sprint as he screamed in glee.

On his way, his screaming [i]may[/i] have alerted part of the boarding party. As Dev rounded the corner, he saw them... two of those ugly sons of bitches trying to board the ship. They were a few yards out... far enough for Dev to slide down and quickly fire his glorious weapon towards the ceiling above the two as the hostiles fired in his direction. Dev was pleased to see the momentary look of surprise on their face as they began burning up from the incendiary grenade. He held Death Whistle over his shoulder whilst leisurely strolling by the two immolating aliens, pulling out his sidearm in his left hand and ending their suffering as quickly as possible. Child's play... but the engineer would have a field day screaming at him for causing a little bit of damage to the ceiling. [i]So what[/i] if a few wires were exposed? Dev's journey wasn't quite over... he had a pilot to save, so he continued his dash towards the bridge.