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Shall I post it in the characters tab then?

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Sheet updated.

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Alright. I'll have that added by tommorrow afternoon, if not sooner. Thanks!

Spinward from the Marches - Penny x Kylia Quilor

"Hey, I'll take a quick job to shoot Cartel thugs dumb enough to risk pissing off Janna," One of the mercs gestured to the bartender, "but I'm not interested in picking a fight with them." The scarred woman shook her head as well, mentioning something about having a larger client arriving in a few minutes, after she checked her chronometer. That left Amy and the other two. But they two made their excuses, apparently uninterested in the bonys. So that really just left Amy.

Amy had no real attachement to Panopontus, nor did she especially fear the Cartel. Besides, fights involved in getting this woman to the starport might actually be interesting - ambushes usually were, if only because of all the directions they could come, especially in a crowded, public space.

"If we're going into more active combat, I'm going to need to put on my armor and get the rest of my weapons," Amy said, but she nodded. "But it sounds like fun. If you can spare a few minutes- may as well follow me." Amy went into a back room, unlocking a locker with her handprint and sliding a coin into a slot. She removed a rifle - this one firing plasma bolts, rather than flechette spikes - and her armor, collapsed for storage. Normally she'd put not wear it over her casual wear - if her knockoff Naval Uniform counted as such - and unstead were underarmor, but she didn't really have the time. She slid the compact arm and leg armors on, letting them expand, the fit her torso pieces on, letting them click together with her arm and leg pieces as well as eachother. The armor, black with purple accents, was made of a number of lightweight composits, mostly designed for dissipating plasma and other energy based weapons from burning her. Stopping flechette or other gravity based weapons was much harder - the armor would reduce the power of the impact, true, but hardly stop it. For that, she had low-energy shields that didn't stop incoming projectiles so much as slow them down. She only turned them on during a fight, because they were power intensive, and her armor could keep then going for ten to fifteen minutes at a time before the system risked overheating.

It wasn't the most defensive armor on the market, but it was good for her needs, with a great deal of combat analysis and target assit working into the visor with a holographic display lens to go over one eye.

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Character Sheet

Kiandra Dolan

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Age: 23

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Job: Marine - she is frequently the leader of boarding parties on pirate or other enemy vessels, or at the forefront of defending against boarders. She is cross-trained in rigging work for the sails, when outside of battle.

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Personality: Kiandra is not an especially personable woman. Sometimes people assume her quiet, withdrawn, taciturn and unfriendly nature is because she has some tragic backstory - but no. Kiandra just isn't good with people. She's poor at expressing her emotions and even worse at picking up on the nonverbal and social cues everyone takes for granted. She has a tendency to be blunt and literal minded - in regards to what everyone else says, though when it comes to herself, she is quite fond of sarcasm. She enjoys structure and clearly delinated rules, and despises vague orders or unclear instructions. Kiandra also tends to have something of an obsessive personality - she has a few interests, and she'll tend to bring any conversation that goes long enough around to them one way or another - combat (for sport and actual), theater, Elven Poetry and wine (she's something of a wine conneseiur, though she's hardly rich enough to really support her interest beyond the theory) being the chief among them.

History
Kiandra was born to a comfortable, middle-class family that own an Inn and Tavern in Laxen. She was originally expected to inherit the tavern along with her older brother, and was trained as such, but her poor inability to interact with the customers screwed that plan up rather severely. She was enrolled in the Marines as much to find a useful and productive place for her as anything else. She showed a great skill for hand-eye coordination (at age 14, for example, she was the best darts player in the tavern, even counting regulars decades older than her) and while she sucked with people, her appreciation for rules and order made her seem a good fit for military life. At 17, she was enrolled in the marines and served in the Laxen Navy for five years with skill and distinction - she took to her training quickly and easily, serving bravely in boarding actions and scoring well in various training wargames done by the Fleet against eachother or those of allies. None of the battles she served in were exactly noteworthy in their own way - minor skirmishes against pirates and that sort of thing - but she had distinguished herself in the context of those battles. Her most noteworthy act in battle when she led an attack on the pirate vessel Wavekiller after her vessel's marine officer had been incapacitated, nearly single-handedly turning the tide on the ongoing battle when she forced the pirates to actually defend their own vessel instead of attacking hers. She climbed into the rigging, cutting many of the ropes and hanging on from others as she engaged in a very reckless, but showy, use of her pistol-crossbow against the pirates trying to stop her from cutting their sails free.

She mustered out when she was twenty-two, an arrangement she had planned on being temporary - she enjoyed the rigorous life of a Marine, after all, and the challenges it presented, but she wanted some time to herself, to attend some theater productions (she rarely ever had the time while in the service, since leave and theater times didn't exactly often match up) and visit her family and spend time with her brother's young children. She actually managed to get on with the children somewhat better than the adults - though given that they were four and two respectively, that didn't necessarily count as much. She intended to stay off for a year, helping in the back of the inn to cover her room and board, before re-enlisting for another five year stint in the Marines.

But she had made something of a reputation of her own among the sailors and marines of the Navy, and of course, with those whom they talked to. Word reached Delilah and Izal of her... reckless feats. With no war on, her talents were wasted in the Marines - especially when more money could be made serving on Delilah's vessel. Kiandra didn't really care much one way or the other about making more money, but she was curious about what serving under Delilah might be like - stories had gathered about what the woman had been up to in the last many years, many of them implying that she might see some interesting combat, against much more unusual enemies, in the little-sailed areas that privately held ships with more eclectic crews might sail into. It was for that, more than anything else, that saw Kiandra accept the offer.

Weapons

• Crossbow (regular 2-handed one)
• One-handed pistol crossbow
• Saber

Magic (Magic revolving around fire is now considered taboo so few have any real strength with it.)

• N/A

Other: Tidbits of your character that don`t belong anywhere else, such as appearance specifics.

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Sorry about that, I had a busy weekend. I'll start getting my character finalized into a sheet, if there's still room?

Spinward from the Marches - Penny x Kylia Quilor

"Acceptable. Half now, half when they're dead," the woman said, taking out the equivalent of five hundred Batavian Dollars in credits, setting them on the table. As the closest one to them, Amy took the credits and handed them to the rest of the mercs, keeping all the money in the open so none of them would - incorrectly - accuse her of trying to steal from them. Once they all had their money, hands went to weapons. Amy flipped the safety off on her flechette pistol - each one propelled to unnatural force thanks to micro-gravity generators - and slowly pulled the weapon from her belt as the toughs drew closer. Their client hunched over a little more, hiding her face as best she could, and then-

"Now," Amy murmured, jumping to her feet and firing her gun, the metal spike flying out of her pistol into and through the neck armor of her target, leaving one of the toughs gurgling and pawing at his neck as he tried to breathe. There was a chance the guy could survive, so as the rest of the mercs started shooting, Amy fired again, hesitating only for a few breaths as she nudged her gun to the left slightly, accounted for the man's movements and then -

The spike this time embeded itself in the man's eye, punching all the way through his skull and flying into the floor almost exactly where she'd intended it to.

The toughs that survived the first rounds of shots started to shoot back, and Amy ducked to avoid a spray of plasma bolts that burned through the air just above her. She rolled under the table as she heard one of her fellow mercs get hit and peeked out from under, firing right into the chest of another tough. Next time, wear your armor in the bar, Amy.

The whole thing took less than a minute and a half - two of toughs were left, but as the rest of the bar had reacted to the fighting - no doubt mostly just wanting to not get shot in the crossfire - the two had found nearly every gun in the taproom pointed at them, and they weren't stupid enough - apparently - to keep fighting at that point.

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Makes sense. I'll get to the post in an hour or two ^^ gotta run a few errands

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If it makes things simpler, I can just make a next post where your character agrees to pay that (or something close) and the shooting starts. I have part of that post written but I should check with you without borrowing your character like that.

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"So I can see," Amy chuckled. "But I don't really think you have much time to dicker with us about the price." Whoever this woman was, ad whoever was chasing her wasn't really super-relevant to Amy. What was relevant is that the half-dozen body armored toughs were clearly fucking idiots, to sweep into a merc bar, openly carrying their weapons. All it took is one merc with a bit more booze than sense - very common - or bumping into the wrong, angry guy and then weapons were free.

The body armor was of a model Amy didn't recognize, but the look of it and the composites she could pick out in it suggested it was effective and expensive. The weapons the toughs carried looked to be of Conrad-Voshnikya make, which didn't surprise her. C&V made sturdy, reliable and rugged weapons that could handle just about any environment and pretty much never broke down. They weren't cheap, but they weren't expensive either, and they had quite a few factories out here in the Marches, taking advantage of the lack of labor or environmental laws, the cheaper raw materials (also extracted without labor or environmental laws) and of course, the steady market for their guns in a place like this.

So they have money to throw around, but they're probably mostly local. On the rare occastions a government from outside the marches sent soldiers into the Marches, they carried different brands. Unless they were trying to blend in, but then they shouldn't be walking into a merc bar with their weapons on full display, so Amy's analysis was probably correct.

"Two hundred Batavian Dollars, each," The scarred woman Amy had beaten murmured, looking around at the table as she made her suggestion. "Seems fair?" Amy and the others nodded.

"Or equivalent, in whatever currency you have on hand." Out here, you got used to currency conversions, with money from a dozen major nations and hundreds of piddly little nothings (not to mention various kinds of corporate script), and most mercs especially had a pretty good idea of it offhand, and when they didn't, they could look it up quickly on a device.

Batavian Mining & Refining Inc. was a pretty common employer out here in this part of the Marches and they had a regional headquarters on Pantontus, making their 'Dollars' a common enough currency to judge value by on planet.