Personality: pretty laid back most of the time, I'm not going to get bent out of shape easily but I won't be pushed about either. I like to help people out whenever I can and will stand up for people I don't know when I see something wrong happening. I have a tendency to be arrogant and impulsive but I hate that about myself and do my best to curb it. I have a deep sense of chivalry.
History: I was born in North Florida in the country. Raised by rather strict (but very loving) parents. I had a pretty physically rough childhood, quite a few serious injuries the worst of which was probably when my older brother accidentally set me on fire. I have worked in construction since I was 18. I dated my wife for about a year and a half before we got married. And here I am.
Other: I like to tinker with things. Done a bit of smithing and woodworking. Video games, role playing, guns, and air soft are some more interests of mine. I like to rp in science fiction, medieval, fantasy, post apocalypse, and any mix there of.
Weapons: I am a proficient marksman, tested out to 600 yards with a 30-06. I am also good with a pistol though I have less practice with them. Decent hand to hand combatant and with edged weapons.
Appearance: 6'0", dark brown hair and eyes, muscular but not trimmed.
As I walked to my room after stopping by the mess I glance at my room assignment and get my room number, it was a little difficult to do with an armload of food and water in one hand, my luggage in the other and having to reach into the opposite pocket with the one hand, but after a moment I got the information I needed and proceeded to the appropriate room. Preoccupied with balancing everything I had in my hands I didn't see it was Marksman I was bunking with when I walked in or when I had checked the list. When I realized that it was him in the room I froze long enough to be sure I wasn't going to baserk again then as cold and calm as I am when sniping I saluted and said,"Sir!".
Petty Officer Derek Benson
Wait who was this? I was supposed to be bunking with that other guy, what's his name, O well. "Yeah that's me." I say then throw a sloppy two fingered salute when I see the Sargent insignia on his shoulder. "Do me, and yourself, a favor and don't touch the bed." I say as I get up and unplug my booby trap, damp cloth and a bare wire or two would have been great to watch but this guy didn't deserve it.
OK so she actually a reasonable person, that's why I was pissing her off, I was treating her like the rest of the people I have to deal with. John thought to himself then said. "excellent, then we have a deal! When can you be ready to travel?" He asked as he finished his food and slide it to the side.
After he left I sat back in my chair breathed a long sigh and looked at the robobrain in the corner. "you can quit with the 'I'm a good little robot' act, he's gone and I know everything anyway." I say somewhat bitterly. "if you know what we're planning then why didn't you tell him?" it says back to me. "because you'd kill them all right now instead of waiting until your plan called for it." I reply as I stand start to pace.
As Capt. Carson readies her tools I remove my pants, carefully so as not to get more blood on them than necessary, then I sit down on the exam table and focus on relaxing the muscles in that leg. Thankfully the augmentations made it possible for me to almost completely ignore pain, as well as increased my muscle density which probably helped to stop the bullet before it struck my femur, that would have been messy. Before I knew it she was back with a tray of tools and ready to start, she looked the leg over once and started frowning slightly. "First I'd like to remind you that I am a fully trained and licensed medical officer, so what I'm about to say is completely professional. Your boxers are in the way. I'll need to roll the leg up so I can get to the wound." It was an understandable request considering the circumstances, so I nodded my consent. "Certainly Captain, if it would be easier for you to work I can take them off." I say as she starts to roll the leg of my boxers up with some difficulty.
Commander Rin Monroe
After dismissing Captain Henderson I make my way to the medical bay. I have a massive headache that will only be soothed by strong pain killers. By now the ship is well out of atmosphere and on it's way to the space station. I expect everyone to be in their quarters and see nothing that would lead me to believe otherwise. The halls are quiet for the most part, a steady hum of the engines but that doesn't bother me. I try to take the opportunity to run over a mental check list. It's hard though with this bad of a headache. I'm lost in my thoughts and expecting nothing as I walk through the doors of the medical bay just in time to see Brandy with her head over Brine's lap and him offering to remove his underwear. This early in the mission I logically don't expect anyone to be injured... So what then could be going on here? "Brine, you better be bleeding because if you aren't you will be." I say sternly as I walk into the room. Approaching the exam table I'm able to see that he is in fact injured, though still without pants. Meanwhile Brandy looks like she just got caught stealing money from her mother's wallet. I walk around to where I'm standing behind Brandy. "Carry on Captain, you aren't in trouble." I assure her and rest a hand on her shoulder. I lean in closer to inspect the wound myself, looks like some kind of shrapnel. "What happened?" I ask, despite already knowing what likely occurred. I glance back up to Brine's face. "I can't seem to escape God's wrath, ma'am." He chuckled. I shake my head slightly and roll my eyes. "Sorry Lt. Commander, I legitimately didn't mean to shoot you... this time." I remark, sounding more laid back than I had been previously. "Yes ma'am, I know. You have much better aim when your trying." He says with a mischievous smirk.
Captain Brandy Carson
While these two were gabbing away like two drinking buddies I'm busy trying to concentrate on the fact that I have a patient on my table who is bleeding. I try to ignore them, but it is difficult, especially so with the Commander's hand on my shoulder. As I sit there trying to hold the leg of his boxer up and clean the wound I feel myself getting more and more frustrated. "I'm sorry Commander, but if your going to stay and watch I'll need you to actually be useful." I say somewhat snappy as I take her hand off my shoulder and place it on the bunch of Brine's boxers that I was holding. Judging by the look on her face I would say she was surprised, but recognized that in this particular situation I'm the boss. Luckily most people with as much experience as her realize that you shouldn't argue with the person who is trying to help. "Thank you." I added, slightly more tactfully this time.
Commander Brine Sharp
As Capt. Carson laid Commander Monroe's hand on my leg a multitude of boyhood fantasies jumped up into my mind faster than I could stop them, causing me to blush uncontrollably for a moment, thankfully I don't think anyone noticed, Captain Carson was too intent on my wound and I'm pretty sure Commander Monroe was too focused on where her hand had just been put. O God, what if I get an erection! I thought suddenly. I'm pretty certain they would notice that! How do I stop that?! I started thinking of anything I could that was a turnoff for me and that seemed to work pretty well, then just as I had that under control Captain Carson finished cleaning my wound and picked up a hypodermic needle of what I assumed was pain killers. "Capt. Carson, that wont be necessary." I say looking to Commander Monroe as if to ask whether or not to tell Capt. Carson about my augmentations. "It's alright, you can tell her, she needs to know anyways." She said, then I briefly explained what they were and how they affected my medical treatment to Captain Carson and said. "I'll be sure to forward my full medical file to you ASAP Captain."
Captain Brandy Carson
I wasn't expecting Lt. Commander Sharp to be genetically augmented, though it's not surprising that the Rebirth program would be furthered in such a way. I refrain from asking any questions since it doesn't seem appropriate to do so at the moment. Carefully I concentrate on my work. After cleaning the wound I remove the shrapnel, then I clean it again, once satisfied that it's well taken care of I start stitching. While stitching my focus was fully on the task at hand. Quickly though I'm finished and conclude by bandaging the area. "Because of your augmentations it's hard to say exactly when the stitches will need to be removed but I'm going to guess it will be a couple days to a week." I say as I lean back and remove my gloves. After clearing my throat I stand and start to clean up. "You can let go now." I say to Commander Monroe with a slight smirk.
Commander Rin Monroe
Abruptly I remove my hand from Brine's thigh when Brandy made her snide remark. As I step back he, thankfully, puts his pants back on. I'll never admit it but a handful of inappropriate thoughts had crossed my mind, after all it was an awkwardly intimate situation. After thanking Brandy I make my way to the door, closely followed by Brine. Once exiting and walking down the corridor a little ways we stop. "I'd like permission to stop by the mess hall on my way back to my room, ma'am. I heal a lot faster when I have plenty of protein." He says to me. I do feel some guilt over him getting injured, so I grant his request. "Be sure to return to your room immediately after though." I remind him, to which he says. "Yes ma'am." As he is walking away I call out to him. "By the way, I appreciate you being able to contain that blood rush to your cheeks." I say jovially. Then I do something I haven't done in a very long time... I smile.
This post was collaboratively written by TartanO88 and BlackRose24.
After getting my room assignment I decided it would probably be wise to go straight to my room and not goof off any, at least for today, the commander didn't seem to be in a good mood for not shooting people today, maybe she was on her period. I got to my room and looking inside saw I was first to arive. "sweet!" I say out loud. "I get my pick of sides!" as I said this I put my things down on the bed nearest the A.C. vent and started unpacking.
Name: Brian Sharp.
Age: 26.
Personality: pretty laid back most of the time, I'm not going to get bent out of shape easily but I won't be pushed about either. I like to help people out whenever I can and will stand up for people I don't know when I see something wrong happening. I have a tendency to be arrogant and impulsive but I hate that about myself and do my best to curb it. I have a deep sense of chivalry.
History: I was born in North Florida in the country. Raised by rather strict (but very loving) parents. I had a pretty physically rough childhood, quite a few serious injuries the worst of which was probably when my older brother accidentally set me on fire. I have worked in construction since I was 18. I dated my wife for about a year and a half before we got married. And here I am.
Other: I like to tinker with things. Done a bit of smithing and woodworking. Video games, role playing, guns, and air soft are some more interests of mine. I like to rp in science fiction, medieval, fantasy, post apocalypse, and
any mix there of.
Weapons: I am a proficient marksman, tested out to 600 yards with a 30-06. I am also good with a pistol though I have less practice with them. Decent hand to hand combatant and with edged weapons.
Appearance: 6'0", dark brown hair and eyes, muscular but not trimmed.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Name: Brian Sharp.<br><br>Age: 26.<br><br>Personality: pretty laid back most of the time, I'm not going to get bent out of shape easily but I won't be pushed about either. I like to help people out whenever I can and will stand up for people I don't know when I see something wrong happening. I have a tendency to be arrogant and impulsive but I hate that about myself and do my best to curb it. I have a deep sense of chivalry. <br><br>History: I was born in North Florida in the country. Raised by rather strict (but very loving) parents. I had a pretty physically rough childhood, quite a few serious injuries the worst of which was probably when my older brother accidentally set me on fire. I have worked in construction since I was 18. I dated my wife for about a year and a half before we got married. And here I am. <br> <br>Other: I like to tinker with things. Done a bit of smithing and woodworking. Video games, role playing, guns, and air soft are some more interests of mine. I like to rp in science fiction, medieval, fantasy, post apocalypse, and<br>any mix there of. <br><br>Weapons: I am a proficient marksman, tested out to 600 yards with a 30-06. I am also good with a pistol though I have less practice with them. Decent hand to hand combatant and with edged weapons. <br> <br>Appearance: 6'0", dark brown hair and eyes, muscular but not trimmed.</div>
