Kimiyosis

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team

Assume Gerard's hand is the first to shoot out and grab her brea- scruff of her uniform.

@Harbringer

Her casual clothes consists of a simple sundress type clothing. That's it :3
Undergarments are 'too restrictive' in her opinion :P

Besides, what purpose would they serve?
They're not foot soldiers, bouncing wouldn't matter too much.
Packing them would reduce available space in luggage/room.
Slight added weight(I know it's in milligrams, but she's picky about efficiency with resources spent)
Waste of materials and time making them if they don't have a purpose.

Even painting the Admiral's shuttle in black would server a purpose! Not only to vent out her annoyance, but also assist in reducing the 'Shoot Me I'm Over Here' factor!

Easy Money [Heist RP]

CS is done(I know, I know, I said I'll finish soon before).
Will post in morning, since sleepy and on phone.

You'll have your cleaner/political dealer soon.

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team

So, someone better grab Yuu :3!
Or we're in for a political thrashing!

And damn, I miss Steel Battalion...

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team

Yuuyami had followed orders and docked with the Lincoln for resupply. However, before she was able to launch herself back into space, the new orders came in, and they definitely did not sound like something the Captain would ever do. At least, not voluntarily.

Gritting her teeth, she glared at the shiny, useless shuttle sitting in the hangar. It had to be them. It was always the really higher ups that made the most coldest and half the time only moderately efficient strategies, generally revolving around having everyone as cannon fodder, while claiming the glory for themselves. "Looks like this battle ends earlier than expected for us.", she whispered, while laying a hand gently on the leg of her MAS.

Unlike most of the rest of the 7th, her MAS was still in rather good condition. Albeit the few dents and scratches from stray debris impacting her, with the shield heavily scratched up from we collision with the carcass of a Fenir. Speaking of which, another Fenir seems to have met its end, as the rest of her team entered te hangar. As try all flew in, Yuuyami looked over every MAS with a critical eye from were she stood, noting the battle damage on every one of them. However, to her relief, all of the 7th seemed to be accounted for.

Quickly regrouping with the rest of them, she happily huger Ari, while saying "You did good!", before suddenly pulling Ari's head into Yuu's own chest for a few moments and releasing. "Suicidal but good." It was her own way of congratulating the rookie, while at the same time reprimanding.

However, her eyes narrowed in annoyance as the topic of the group shifted to the Admiral. "He's an absolute idiot. No matter the rush, losing that much resources of both personnel and materials, along with the time spet constructing the station and fuel used to ferry the personnel, is not worth it. It's not like he's the one paying for it all." Muttering her complains in annoyance, she noticed a few unopened cans of paint in a crate off to the side.

Suddenly getting the urge to do something, anything, to the shuttle, she immediately started making a beeline towards the paint.

The Dead's Rising? [HOTD RP]

So eeryone is apparently upstairs on second floor.
Since no one notices the bodies of jumpers landing nearby.

The Dead's Rising? [HOTD RP]

Alex continued to slowly walk down the halls, swinging the blowtorch every time he noticed another zombie. Although his grip was tight on the blowtorch, it wasn't due to being scared about the undead, but moreso from swearing audibly. Reason behind those near outbursts were due to studentshitting the ground hard outside. Due to being on the first floor, he could actually seethe blood splatter, sometimes hitting the windows.

Slowly exhaling out his breath that he didn't even notice he was holding, he continued to walk. Reaching the classrooms, he opened the first door. And out comes a zombie, which would've been the end of him if it wasn't for the welding helmet he was wearing, preventing the zombie from gnawing his face.

Swearing, he bent back his knee, before kicking, putting some much needed space between himself and the undead. He waited until the last minute, just before the zombie could grab him, and swing the blowtorch, crushing yet another rotting head. Sighing in relief, he looked over his shoulder, nodding mentally to himself at the empty halls. As his sister had always drilled into his head, 'Where ever it is, always check your six!', it was definitely handy in this situation.

Looking back out the window, he felt grateful somewhat that this happened during school hours. At least daylight illuminated most of the school, although to turn on the main lights one would have to find the mechanical room or boiler room. However, his next plan was not to get the lights turned on, but to retrieve medical supplies.

Continuing forth, he reached the imfirmary. Counting to ten, he opened the door and jumpe back. Thankfully, nothing lunged out after him. Going inside, and closing the door behind him, he looked around. Granted, a school wouldn't carry the supplies that he would prefer to have on hand, but commercial painkillers, rubbing alcohol, and bandages were a nice start.

"Pity there was no razzo or stims, although I guess you find those at the barracks..." Muttering softly to himself, he spun the valve on the blow torch, before getting to work melting the locks on the cabinets.

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team

...does Gerard need to commission some leashes?

@Harbringer

Maybe :P

The Dead's Rising? [HOTD RP]

In other news, Five Nights At Freddy's the movie confirmed

@Deadnaut

Gawd no. I would almost rather watch live action of Boku no Pico.
Almost.

The Dead's Rising? [HOTD RP]

Consistently shifting of the hand brake, keeping the car in a tight spin, the improper usage of the vehicle leaving the parking lot covered in tire tracks. Alex was just beginning to fall into a pattern, when the loud sound of a tire blowing out was heard, along with the car jolting to the side, before slamming into another parked vehicle.

"дерьмо"

Muttering one word in Russian, the boy glanced around quickly. While the dead have been swung off multiple times from the centrifugal force of the car's spins, they were getting right back up. Swearing again, he looked into the bag, before pulling out the blow torch, and searching for the valve at the side of the nozzle. Decreasing the amount of gas released, but increasing the width of the choke, allowing for a longer but cooled jet of fire instead of the usual short, melting hot flame. Quickly unlocking the door, he stumbled out, before running back towards the garage.

Letting loose with small bursts of flames towards the heads of the dead that shambled towards him, Alex bolted inside, and grabbed a welding helmet, mentally sighing that the arc welder was too heavy and cumbersome to bring along. Wearing the helmet, he quickly crossed to the door leading to the hallway, and opened it, only for one of them to be standing right there. Without time to depress the switch, Alex did the first thing that came to mind. He swung the blow torch, crushing the head between the tank and the door frame.

Glancing over his shoulder, he noticed the other undead were headed this way as well, seemingly drawn by the sounds of his footsteps. Swearing softly to himself once more, he hurried into the school, shutting the door behind him. "Now...time to find others to stick with." Although he tried his best, walking silently was not his specialty, despite how hard he tried to keep his footfalls light. Probably due to carrying the tanks inside his backpack. At least, that's the excuse he came up with.

Glancing around, he noticed that, although there were a few stragglers meandering in the halls, it seemed his plan worked, and had drawn most of the horde away. However, before he could stay too long, a thud could be heard from the door that he had just came from. Looks like time was running out. "забей на это дерьмо" Hurrying down the hall, he swung the blowtorch multiple times, making sure to down every single one of them that could pose a danger to him this moment, along with the fond 'double tapping', bashing in each and every head to make sure they were dead.

The Dead's Rising? [HOTD RP]

Don't worry, a normal commercially developed car never has tires meant for that much abuse. It'll blow out. Like, in my next post.

EDIT: Aaaand posted.