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Sins of Our Fathers [Flamelord & Sylpheed]

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Sins of Our Fathers [Flamelord & Sylpheed]

Drill after drill, and nothing more. Drills weren't anything new to Rikke, but the lack of action was something new. She was used to a higher frequency of combat, but it seemed like times change, and had to go with the flow. Admittedly, she was disgusted by the Vasari and leery of the Advent, so joining the so called 'Rebels' was a better option. Rikke only wished she had been put into a unit that saw a decent amount of action.

Aside from the obvious desire to fight, she also had a desire to make sure her craft didn't cease functionality while in flight. And thus, would talk with mechanics and technicians to make sure everything functioned. Most had grown used to it, while a few remained annoyed.

It took a few minutes, but once she was satisfied with everything she had heard, she walked to one of the observation rooms to finally relax with what little time they probably had till next drill. Though Rikke was surprised to see another person in the room, and she wasn't one to shy away from socializing. She soon took a seat, and kicked her legs up onto another chair. "Staring at stars? Or admiring the tiny task force that we are apart of?"

My (Current) Request Thread

Sins of a Solar Empire.
I'm really interested in how this would work out..if you still have room.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

@KitsuneOther than the misuse of a word, I'm fine with it
o 3o

_{psst...the word I'm referring to is "their" when Glaive is speaking}

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

the mastodon of code that is a "simple" windows system of click and drag.

@AtomicNut

Coding in a nutshell.
Need something simple? Well, you'll need walls of code.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

@Willy Vereb Yeah, that's pretty much what we're forced to do. Oh well.

@Raven_Operative

Sounds like it will be boring. Could always play some Cards Against Humanity afterwards XD

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Well, if all things work out, I'll have a smaller posting time.
Because I'll be getting a job o 3o

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

<Snipped quote by Lennon79>

Ahahah classic Leon.

@Raven_Operative

That is what we shall call him from now on. Leon.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

I have a date with Monsieur Napoleon.

@Lennon79

Sounds horrible.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Celeste

The Sergeant left me in charge for the time being. Oh god. Celeste thought, not too confident that she would be able to help everyone with their problems. But she resumed what she was doing, although her hands were shaking a little. She pulled the trigger for the twentieth time, but it all sounded good. There was obviously no round attached to the lance, for everyone's safety. Celeste looked at her Lance, it looked in decent condition, minus the scratches and the 2 second longer loading time to make sure the round was secured on the end of the weapon. Other than that, the weapon fired perfectly fine, a weapon that obviously saw some heavy use at some point. "You're just an ol' faithful aren't ya?" Celeste asked her weapon, no response obviously, but she continued "Well, don't fail on me either." She had completely spaced on her surroundings and anyone nearby.

Brenna

The morning was cold, but she stood in front of the barracks in full uniform. Brenna wasn't at attention, but she didn't look relaxed either. She had taken a sneak peak at the APC, knowing that mountain of muscle was fixing it up. She saw the caging, and could only imagine how noisy the ride was going to be. She remembered driving an APC in training with similar fittings, and it was noisy then, she imagined it was going to be no different this time. Though Brenna did find herself happy that she wouldn't have to drive it, and only endure the sound from the back of it.

She kept her stoic appearance on the outside as usual. Just staring off into the distance, not at anything in particular. She was bracing herself for two things, for the possibly noisy trip ahead, and for any social interaction that may happen at any point. Her weapon was slung over her shoulder, and her ratpack by her feet. She had been one of the last people to gather up food and ammo, she didn't have much in choices when it came to food, and she could swear one of the magazines she had picked up was full of chalk rounds. Too late now she thought, and just continued on with some random thoughts about how bad the ride was going to be.