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GEARs: Silent Line [Anthro, Sci-Fi Mecha Roleplay]

Leslie Sobero

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Leslie did not spot the Captain walk in , and was a little startle by him piping in. Though given that the invite was to the entire squad, it wasn't too surprising he was here

"Anyhow, sucks I seem to have missed out on all th' socialisin'. But, I'm gonna head.. down? aft? to the ass end?" he gave an amused smile and shrugged "whatever the hell it's called I ain't in the navy, an' try my GEAR on fer size. Gotta make sure that the seat's adjusted properly, an' it's got the right cup holder installed. See ya down there, folks".

@Silverwind Blade

"Actually sir it's called the a—" She was cut off by the distinctly sinister laugh the otter let out. She couldn't tell what they were giggling about but the timing was a little worrying. Still, she couldn't help but find the otter's energy endearing.

"I will be trying my best to lend all my skills for this team. If you ever feel like your GEAR or any personal equipment could do with a technical touch, let me know. I am already compiling a list of additions or upgrades to your gear that I will present when we have more time."

@Esailia

"I'm sure we'll get along fine. I'm a little more on the physical side of machinery but I think I'll be working with you more often than not." Idly she wondered if this was the otter when she was cafinated. "But yeah, I'm not a stranger to fixing things as well. " She hummed as the little droid climbed over the tech guru. "Oh neat, that little thing looks like it could be handy"

The bear, well the bear was built like a brick outhouse, and the deliberate nature of his speech seemed to emphasize the strength of his body. His line about bullets practically was out of a movie. "I don't think I caught your name, actually. You sound like the heavy weapons guy? We'll probably end up coordinating a fire support position soon enough," she said.

Looking around, she realized it was too late to grab the Captain or the Lion. She was already forming a list of her GEAR loadout, but she could spare some time. Instead she turned to the Gazelle. "And you are the medic?" She asked, tapping her own shoulder where her combat engineer badge was. "Always glad to see someone like you around. Hopefully we won't need you but," she shrugged, "Better safe than sorry."

Drumming her fingers lightly on the table, she looked around. "So uh, this is actually my first deployment. I'm pretty excited about it. I was about to go set my GEAR up, if you wanted to join me?"

GEARs: Silent Line [Anthro, Sci-Fi Mecha Roleplay]

I'm a little embarrassed to ask but I am having trouble understanding Sprinsteam's dialect sometimes.

Also, I don't know what rank we all are. SPrinsteam is a lieutenant, Silverwind is the Captain of course, but beyond that, Im drawing a blank.

Sorry for the late replies, got swamped this week.

Also, looking at the GEAR weapons list, what would be a similar option to the RAW underbarrel weapon, but as a hardpoint weapon?

GEARs: Silent Line [Anthro, Sci-Fi Mecha Roleplay]

Leslie Sobero

General Vresco was an unmistakable figure to any soldier, and his presence instantly ratcheted her attention up another notch. Whatever this was, was going to be significant. After a quick salute, and settled in to listen to the general. Eyes and ears forward, she absorbed every word they said. Some of these incidents she had heard of from the news, but the idea that they were connected would've sounded like a conspiracy theory. But then again one of the highest ranked officers in the nation had just told them they were about to launch an international operation over it.

She was, on paper, green as hell, even if that same paper said she was highly trained. Someone must've put in a very good word for her. It kinda figured that after a year of waiting she'd be assigned to some spec-ops spy thriller mission that would likely be as off the books as a dirty joke . Still, she wasn't about to step down, and it seemed like the five other soldiers with here weren't either. "Count me in sir, didn't become an engineer to say 'No'." She looked around the room again. "But if that's all you have for now, I should get my kit ready and settle in, don't want to be unprepared when it's go time."

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Using her pebble and the ship's network, it was an easy matter to find her bunk and stow her pack. Giving the bear a quick 'Hello', she headed to the armory. It was also simple enough to find the armory and give the quartermaster her load-out list to reserve, the explosive charges requiring extra care to get ready. She'd have to come back to inspect them herself, just to make sure they were properly assembled. Contrary to what cartoons and pop culture showed, the mad bomber types didn't last long with explosives, nor would those that were overly nervous about them. As her instructor, a ferret with a prosthetic had said, 'one has to handle these with the same ease as a baker handles dough'.

Leaving the configuration of her GEAR until they got more information, she decided to look for that cup of coffee that everyone else had gone in search of. By the time she got to the mess hall, the rest of the new squad had formed and were already talking.

She smiled, softly and gazed at everyone seated around her. "So please, if you're hurting now, or you start hurting later just let me know. I'm here to treat you and make your lives easier. Not judge."

@Ramjammer

Sitting down with a lukewarm cup of coffee that was more creamer than coffee, and a handful of sugar cubes, she sat down across from the Ibex. "Sorry I'm late," she said with a light-hearted tone. She put a sugar cube in her mouth and dank enough coffee to dissolve it completely, all in one go.The sugar didn't help mask the bitterness at all, and she grimaced after finishing. "Anyway, my name is Leslie. Nice to meet you all." Popping another sugar cube into her mouth, she continued. "I'm a Combat Engineer. If you need a door blown open, a trench dug, or just any sort of obstacle removed, I'm your gal."

GEARs: Silent Line [Anthro, Sci-Fi Mecha Roleplay]

I am working on my post, plan to get it out tonight or tomorrow, sorry for the delay everyone

GEARs: Silent Line [Anthro, Sci-Fi Mecha Roleplay]

@Lurking Shadowderp I thought you meant Total War. Been a while since I heard that name around

GEARs: Silent Line [Anthro, Sci-Fi Mecha Roleplay]

I personally like the “Mixed Armament Deployment, Logistics, And Demolition Squad” or the M.A.D.L.A.D.S.

I also got “Unorthodox Warfare Unit” or U.W.U. As well as “Overt Warfare Operations” or O.W.O. Let’s not forget “Aysymetric Warfare Operations Organization” or A.W.O.O. “Counter Assault Tactics Squads” and a few other puns also pop to mind. I could go on for a while.

That said if we are supposed to be a secret unit I can see us removing any former unit patches and being called “The Null Squadron” or the blank flanks or something similar. Depends on what you want to emphasize with our squad nickname

GEARs: Silent Line [Anthro, Sci-Fi Mecha Roleplay]

Leslie Sobero

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Always a morning person, Leslie was bright eyed and bushy tailed as she arrived on site, though not the first. She had made sure to budget enough time to make sure that her uniform was impeccable and her gear was properly packed. Still there was enough time for her to become bored before the captain gave his spiel. She hoped there was a coffee maker somewhere on board and looking around she could tell she wouldn't be alone in the search. Still, her excitement at being assigned to a new unit was enough to keep her alert through her new commander's speech.

She fell in line at the back of the group. The reassignment order hadn't mentioned being put on a ship, but it made sense. Looking up, she recognized the crane that was being used to load the ship, a Sobero Heavy Industry model. Suddenly a little more self conscious of her name patch on her shoulder, she looked forward and waited to board the ship. It was easily the largest she had personally been on, though maybe not the most valuable given the number of yachts she had been on.

She took a moment to eye up the other members of her new unit. The otter had certainly stood out by their dramatic fumble in front of everyone. The others seemed fairly innocuous, though she couldn't help but notice that the group was full of soldiers either within a year or two of herself, or those a decade or so her senior. It wasn't hard to tell these were her new squad mates. The otter seemed like a tech type, while the bear's physique made it a natural choice for the heavy weapons carrier. The Ibex's medical patch was clearly visible as they stood to listen to the captain. The only one that threw her for a loop was the Lion and their Recon patch, and the name "Bastion". She recognized the name from one of the many parties she had to attend. She would have to ask him about it later. For now, it was time to focus on the task ahead, and the briefing that was sure to come in a few moments.

GEARs: Silent Line [Anthro, Sci-Fi Mecha Roleplay]

Leslie Sobero

Name:Leslie Sobero
Age: 25
Species: Sika Deer

Appearance:
Leslie, like many in her family, is covered in a series of white spots on brown fur, though she has a few large patches of black fur on her forearms and back of the neck. Her face is solid brown save for a white fringe around her lips. She clearly works out, and anyone that sees her in plainclothes will easily spot how toned she is. This compliments her taller than average hieght, though she is not one to bulk up in strength training.

Height:5'11"
Weight: 180lbs

Personality:
Leslie is always on the lookout for potential problems, and how to deal with said problems. Between her training as both a GEAR pilot and handling explosives and other equipment, her natural focus, discipline, and meticulousness have served her well so far, and her ambition for promotions means that she holds her behavior to a high standard.

History:
The Sobero family have been in the mining industry for over four generations. Starting as a group of brothers operating out of a shed, the Sobero Corporation has become a powerhouse of the Solernian economy. From the tunnels that connect the nation to the Republic of Felaria to the iron that makes the rebar in countless buildings, there is no corner of the country that has not been touched by the Sobero Corporation. This meant that Leslie wanted for nothing growing up, from the best schooling to finest food to the most comfortable clothes.

As the only daughter and youngest of 6 children, she was treated more like a doll to be pampered than a person, and she loathed it. When she asked for a burger from a fast-food joint that her classmates liked, she got a gourmet version made by a celebrity chef with the finest of organic ingredients. One day before school she mentioned wanting to see a new movie with friends, and when she came home a copy had already been delivered to the family's theater for her private viewing pleasure a week early. She said she wanted to go camping, and her family made sure that their campground still had a full compliment of staff on hand even as far as having someone make the s'mores for her. In short, she was almost as smothered as a canary in a coal mine.

This wasn't helped by her own natural determination, which further made her chafe against the coddling. While she didn't have the natural academic or athletic gift of others, she made up for it with sheer drive. When she received her first bicycle, she was able to switch to two wheels within a month of practice, despite countless bruises and scrapes. She even went as far as to practice after dark by putting her bike on a treadmill, much to the alarm of the help. This soon developed into a competitive streak that meant that she more than held her own in many a school competition her parents signed her up for. This didn't go unnoticed on her parents, who were already talking about how she would be a natural businesswoman, fit to help guide the company to even further greatness, once she went to the university of their choice.

However, she had to disappoint them. Even though she held no ill will towards her family for the strong guidance, the military called to her. The egalitarian nature of the organization and the chance to see more of the world appealed to a girl that had been treated with padded gloves her entire life. It was a place where she could prove herself from the start, and gain respect naturally and organically. Her family name meant little. If she got into trouble it would be on her to deal with the consequences and, most importantly, any she could say that this was something she chose to do entirely on her own.

Signing up for Combat Engineering training, she worked her tail off to be in the top of her class. The day she earned her stripes was easily her proudest. With her attitude, it was going to be a fast track to promotion up the chain of command. However, she was disappointed. It took over a year of waiting and near constant drilling to receive her first major mission, and she is more than eager to prove herself.


Hobbies & Interests:
- Music, especially electronica
- Fine Art and paintings
- Puzzles, brainteasers, and riddles
- Performance vehicles, especially cars

Personal Gear & Equipment:

• GEAR Pilot suit and helmet
• Pebble
• Powered Omni Tool
• Multi-tool
• M23, Carbine Configuration, Laser sight, and reflex sight
• M8 Pistol
• M2 Combat Knife
• Folding Entrenching Tool
• Personal Survival Kit
• Remote Explosive Breaching Charges
• Grenade pouch with a mix of fragmentation, smoke, and flashbang grenades

GEARs: Silent Line [Anthro, Sci-Fi Mecha Roleplay]

@Silverwind Blade sweet!

And yeah it was a coin flip for the gender. Even chose a unisex name for that reason.

GEARs: Silent Line [Anthro, Sci-Fi Mecha Roleplay]

OKay! Finally got this done:

Leslie Sobero

Name:Leslie Sobero
Age: 25
Species: Sika Deer

Appearance:
Leslie, like many in her family, is covered in a series of white spots on brown fur, though she has a few large patches of black fur on her forearms and back of the neck. Her face is solid brown save for a white fringe around her lips. She clearly works out, and anyone that sees her in plainclothes will easily spot how toned she is. This compliments her taller than average hieght, though she is not one to bulk up in strength training.

Height:5'11"
Weight: 180lbs

Personality:
Leslie is always on the lookout for potential problems, and how to deal with said problems. Between her training as both a GEAR pilot and handling explosives and other equipment, her natural focus, discipline, and meticulousness have served her well so far, and her ambition for promotions means that she holds her behavior to a high standard.

History:
The Sobero family have been in the mining industry for over four generations. Starting as a group of brothers operating out of a shed, the Sobero Corporation has become a powerhouse of the Solernian economy. From the tunnels that connect the nation to the Republic of Felaria to the iron that makes the rebar in countless buildings, there is no corner of the country that has not been touched by the Sobero Corporation. This meant that Leslie wanted for nothing growing up, from the best schooling to finest food to the most comfortable clothes.

As the only daughter and youngest of 6 children, she was treated more like a doll to be pampered than a person, and she loathed it. When she asked for a burger from a fast-food joint that her classmates liked, she got a gourmet version made by a celebrity chef with the finest of organic ingredients. One day before school she mentioned wanting to see a new movie with friends, and when she came home a copy had already been delivered to the family's theater for her private viewing pleasure a week early. She said she wanted to go camping, and her family made sure that their campground still had a full compliment of staff on hand even as far as having someone make the s'mores for her. In short, she was almost as smothered as a canary in a coal mine.

This wasn't helped by her own natural determination, which further made her chafe against the coddling. While she didn't have the natural academic or athletic gift of others, she made up for it with sheer drive. When she received her first bicycle, she was able to switch to two wheels within a month of practice, despite countless bruises and scrapes. She even went as far as to practice after dark by putting her bike on a treadmill, much to the alarm of the help. This soon developed into a competitive streak that meant that she more than held her own in many a school competition her parents signed her up for. This didn't go unnoticed on her parents, who were already talking about how she would be a natural businesswoman, fit to help guide the company to even further greatness, once she went to the university of their choice.

However, she had to disappoint them. Even though she held no ill will towards her family for the strong guidance, the military called to her. The egalitarian nature of the organization and the chance to see more of the world appealed to a girl that had been treated with padded gloves her entire life. It was a place where she could prove herself from the start, and gain respect naturally and organically. Her family name meant little. If she got into trouble it would be on her to deal with the consequences and, most importantly, any she could say that this was something she chose to do entirely on her own.

Signing up for Combat Engineering training, she worked her tail off to be in the top of her class. The day she earned her stripes was easily her proudest. With her attitude, it was going to be a fast track to promotion up the chain of command. However, she was disappointed. It took over a year of waiting and near constant drilling to receive her first major mission, and she is more than eager to prove herself.


Hobbies & Interests:
- Music, especially electronica
- Fine Art and paintings
- Puzzles, brainteasers, and riddles
- Performance vehicles, especially cars

Personal Gear & Equipment:

• GEAR Pilot suit and helmet
• Pebble
• Powered Omni Tool
• Multi-tool
• M23, Carbine Configuration, Laser sight, and reflex sight
• M8 Pistol
• M2 Combat Knife
• Folding Entrenching Tool
• Personal Survival Kit
• Remote Explosive Breaching Charges
• Grenade pouch with a mix of fragmentation, smoke, and flashbang grenades