Imaria

Paradise Lost

Ren turned to see a Keiller marine jog over armed and sighed with a sign of hope, surely if there was one marine they might have more? Marines, Yes an armed Marine carrying a real weapon! Thanks for all that is hope, maybe they had a chance and could escape this nightmare?

“Finally, the rest of the troops coming down” Ren asked as she looked down from the heavy machine tiredly, hopefully flexing the claws dropping a heavy weight beam behind the large crate with a sharp thud that hit the other beams with a clang.

“Im Ren, Reenneesuash. Their supervisor , a big guy with a wrench and swears a lot. I'm just trying to be useful?” Ren yawned slightly but pronounced her name with a slow deliberate tone trying to not tangle her own name in exhaustion. “I'm just a Bio Scientist, escaped my station hours ago? what on earth is going on here?” Ren sighed and her suit sagged with her own motions, the arms fell to her side and knees sagged a little as the mechanical lifting suit lowered itself. “Is that news real? We breached?” Ren asked and looked down upon the marine who could probably be her height even without the suit.

@PrinceAlexus

"Well to answer the last question Ren. The news is real, Metacer are in the station." Iorosinn reply's pausing to catch her breath, looking up at the follow kiel while opening the bipod legs on her repeater "I am the only one coming down her though. Set up a barricade at any minor cargo entrance point. If we need to keep the main ramp open, I'll cover it. Keep thing the chokepoint though" Settling the legs down on a crate with a good lane of fire.

Paradise Lost

Vitiafa of Endiohon

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She glanced to Iorosinn as she pointed back down the gangway. "Retrieve your heavy gun and go where you think is best."

@Bingelly

"Yeah, I'll go down to the cargo hold. You and security can handle the boarding dock." Iorosinn replies with a nod, hurrying down the corridor. She grabs the repeater by the carry handle, passing the ad-hoc checkpoint. Running towards the personnel elevator, she calls it, the doors slide open. Stepping in, she pushes a button on the control panel, and the doors shut. The elevator lurches downward, moving at a lethargic pace while stale, droning tones play from a low-quality speaker.

In a sight only seen by her and the camera, she is increasingly frustrated by its slow descent, pacing the floor of the cabin until her frustration comes to a head by hitting the panel.

As the doors open once again, she runs from the elevator, following conveyor belts towards the cargo tube.

Paradise Lost

Boarding Tunnel

Vitiafa of Endiohon & Iorosinn of Vendarrdech

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"Hey, get on the repeater, I'll take the rifle to check on the banging," Iorosinn says to her companion.

"Aye," Vitiafa replied, offering the marine her rifle before settling in behind the heavy gun and training it on the gate. The one-eyed priestess seemed familiar enough with the platform as the marine, who remained out of line with the muzzle, moved forward. "Report what you see when you get down there."

Walking down the corridor, she reaches the grate. Seeing a team of station security rattling it. The lead security guard asks her, "Open the gate, we have reports of an armed team trying to steal the ship."

The accusation catches the marine off guard. "We're not trying to steal the ship, we're getting it prepared for an evacuation." She replies. Bringing her ear to an earpiece, activating the communicator, "We've got Station Security at the end of the docking tunnel. They think we're stealing the ship, they may want proof."

"Gods grant us patience," Vitiafa mumbled as she began to slowly walk down the corridor, "Surely they won't think a priestess of all people is looking to steal this ship."

Paradise Lost

Iorosinn of Vendarrdech

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The recent rising temperature aboard Station Six has driven Iorosinn to seek a drink while waiting for the boarding call for ESS 3822-01. Walking through the relatively empty station halls, she's lugging her Heavy Repeating Blaster by its sling. Staring down the corridor that ends with the docking tube, a sign hanging from one of the doors calls to her, "The Drink." Entering the bar, she orders a root beer and a bar food-grade burger before taking a seat at a booth, laying the repeating blaster on a bench. Looking about, she notices a fellow EDF trooper.

“That’s what I needed to hear.”

He knocked back another drink, set the glass down with a clink, then stood, retrieving his rifle from where it rested against the bar.

“Shall we move then?”

@InfamousGuy101

"Hey Lopez, I'm not sure what you're planning, but if it gets us out of this heat, I'm in." She calls out to him from the table.

Paradise Lost

Character Description

Name: Iorosinn of Vendarrdech
Species:Kiellar
Sex: F
Age: 50
Role/Job: Edenite Marine
Appearance:

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Strengths and Weaknesses

Skills: With fresh combat experience, training, and strength, Iorosinn is a capable combatant.

Weaknesses:

Background:

Backstory: Born to an agrarian family on Euphrates, Iorosinn was one of seven children, the last of the group. She went through a normal kiellar childhood of being in the assorted scout organizations and entering Militia Service upon turning 20. Her militia tours were spent policing the brush for wildlife, with the occasional response to primitives or the odd pirate den. After 8 years in assorted militia units and not a lot of prospects on the world, Iorosinn applied to the Edenite armed forces, applying what training she received to get her foot in the door.

Her military service matched her militia service in terms of eventfulness, with the vast majority of it being sent as a support detachment to assist the militias against more defensive primitives or sent as a team to a known pirate outpost. When the metacer returned, she was deployed to stem the tide early in their arrival, but in the action, her unit was overrun. She and the rest of the survivors were withdrawn back to orbit to tend to any injuries.

Empire of the Clouds

Marietta Barbachollo

Name: Marietta Barbachollo
Gender: Female
Age: 41
Nationality: Calarian
Appearance: Standing on the shorter side, at five foot even, she wears her graying hair in a chignon. She’s a bit on the heavier side due to the relative success of the press. As a result, her rounded face has it's limited angles smoothed out a little further.

Personal Effects: Her typewriter, a suitcase jammed with; papers, hay, a family photo book, a spare set of clothes, and a kennel containing her pet rabbit, Cidric.

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Background:

What is your job: Typist

The daughter of a family that sat on the edge of being middle class, her prospects for employment were limited, hampered by her father’s political stances and her family’s size. Wanting a modern profession for her gender. She asked her father to permit her to attend a typist school. Upon graduating, she went to work as a copy typist for a minor notary. Meeting her husband working at the notary, the two got on well and married quickly. She retired from the notary to take up the role of child raiser, keeping up her typing skills by writing for her husband’s right-wing press in her limited free time

During the revolution she fled her home as the fires started burning, fleeing with her husband and younger children while her older sons fought the communalists. They settled in among the fellow émigré population and the pair set their press back up. They were distributing magazines, leaflets, and hawkish texts and finding financial success in their new home due to sales with their fellow calarians, right-wing inburians, and the curious passerby.

The very rapid invasion of the Empire took her and her family by surprise. With her sons taking up arms in a Calarian emigre militia fighting alongside the Inburian army, and her husband being killed protecting her the fifth column with a .32 pocket pistol. With her ways out rapidly being closed off by the fifth columnists and the encroaching army while she’s getting equally desperate, from an apartment she is hiding in to evade shelling, she can see a moored airship...

Empire of the Clouds

Marietta Barbachollo

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Frantically pedaling on one of the Vieri, Nencio & Tomme Press house’s delivery bicycles. Its trailer normally used for moving the day’s prints is loaded with three pieces of luggage and a bag, with a coat wrapped around one of the pieces of luggage. It was a long tiring ride for Marietta, evading even moderately intense skirmishes and roaming mobs of imburian communalists. Watching a motor car stop at one of the mooring lines, and a horseman ride towards another; She picks up the pace in her final stretch. With Leg muscles tiring out and riddled with burning pain she rides up to the ladder. Stopping the bike near the ladder she scales it three times, during the last stumbling upwards focusing on keeping the coat on the luggage. After her final trip, she sits on the floor in the gondola, utterly tuckered out.

Empire of the Clouds

Character Discription

Name: Marietta Barbachollo
Gender: Female
Age: 41
Nationality: Calarian
Appearance: Standing on the shorter side, at five foot even, she wears her graying hair in a chignon. She’s a bit on the heavier side due to the relative success of the press. As a result, her rounded face has it's limited angles smoothed out a little further.

Personal Effects: Her typewriter, a suitcase jammed with; papers, hay, a family photo book, a spare set of clothes, and a kennel containing her pet rabbit, Cidric.

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Background:

What is your job: Typist

The daughter of a family that sat on the edge of being middle class, her prospects for employment were limited, hampered by her father’s political stances and her family’s size. Wanting a modern profession for her gender. She asked her father to permit her to attend a typist school. Upon graduating, she went to work as a copy typist for a minor notary. Meeting her husband working at the notary, the two got on well and married quickly. She retired from the notary to take up the role of child raiser, keeping up her typing skills by writing for her husband’s right-wing press in her limited free time

During the revolution she fled her home as the fires started burning, fleeing with her husband and younger children while her older sons fought the communalists. They settled in among the fellow émigré population and the pair set their press back up. They were distributing magazines, leaflets, and hawkish texts and finding financial success in their new home due to sales with their fellow calarians, right-wing inburians, and the curious passerby.

The very rapid invasion of the Empire took her and her family by surprise. With her sons taking up arms in a Calarian emigre militia fighting alongside the Inburian army, and her husband being killed protecting her the fifth column with a .32 pocket pistol. With her ways out rapidly being closed off by the fifth columnists and the encroaching army while she’s getting equally desperate, from an apartment she is hiding in to evade shelling, she can see a moored airship...