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what specific rights transgender persons are so denied and how they so much deserve more than the rest of us.
@Penny DK?
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How could Tepoztecatl abandon me?!
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6 yrs ago
Judging by the constant stream of crap on the status bar, that is probably good advice.
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*Finally gives up and googles wtf a Yandere is.*
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Feel like that is a distinction without a difference
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I sometimes want to post an interest check, then I read other peoples and see how much work it is.
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F 28 love a little erotic rp. Love a little sci-fi rp.
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@Penny DK?
Bump. Anyone awake right now that is interested?
I'm looking for someone to write some smut with. There it is right out in the open!
I'm into most kinks and would like to include some sci-fi or fantasy themes.
Be 18+ and be into it!
Please PM me with some idea of what you would like to do.
This is the end. Like seriously the end.
I'm into most kinks and would like to include some sci-fi or fantasy themes.
Be 18+ and be into it!
Please PM me with some idea of what you would like to do.
This is the end. Like seriously the end.
If anyone is close enough to help a wayward medic...
The whole world rang like a giant bell on Empire day. Kia picked herself up out of the shallow swale in which she had thrown herself. The air was thick with sweetly poisonous explosive residue with an undertone of burning pine. The forest around her was shredded and splintered from the hundreds of anti personnel bomblets that had fallen like a pall over the retreating rebels. Smoke billowed in eddying currents as she pressed herself to her feet amazed to find she was still alive.
It hadn't been her job to come out to the line. By rights she should be back at the aid station but the rebel forces were taking far more casulites then anticipated and the su. Until she got back, the ancient 21B droid would have to handle the stabilization of the wounded. She looked at the roiling storm of smoke that lay before her, surely the wounded she had been called for were dead.
"Mmmm.. mmm," a voice murmured from a nearby, words distorted by agony. Kia scrambled over to the pile of shredded pine and began to tear away branches. Beneath the curtain of branches she found three soldiers. Two of them were dead, torn to pieces by the storm of shrapnel. A third, a muscular human man clutched at his chest. The stink of spilled intestines and blood was overpowering.
"I got you," she said, nerves steadied by the familiarity of the triage sequence. Chest wounds, with internal penetration. She pulled a laser scalpel from her pack and cut the mans body armor away. It wasn't so bad. She produced an imager and powered it on. With meticulous care she began extracting shrapnel pices and applying combat stims to slow the bleeding and reduce the possibility of shock.
"Sweep and clear!" a mechanical voice sounded somewhere to the front. Kia froze, the pattern of storm trooper speech modifers too familiar to be mistaken for anything but. She lay flat against her patient trying not to move. Three scout troopers emerged from the smoke carbines sweeping for targets. Terror surged in her but she remembered the proccedure. Shakily she raised a commlink to her lips.
"Starlight 1-2 I have contact to my front," she whispered raising her unfamiliar DH-15 in trembling hands and hoping any of the real soldiers were close enough to help.
It hadn't been her job to come out to the line. By rights she should be back at the aid station but the rebel forces were taking far more casulites then anticipated and the su. Until she got back, the ancient 21B droid would have to handle the stabilization of the wounded. She looked at the roiling storm of smoke that lay before her, surely the wounded she had been called for were dead.
"Mmmm.. mmm," a voice murmured from a nearby, words distorted by agony. Kia scrambled over to the pile of shredded pine and began to tear away branches. Beneath the curtain of branches she found three soldiers. Two of them were dead, torn to pieces by the storm of shrapnel. A third, a muscular human man clutched at his chest. The stink of spilled intestines and blood was overpowering.
"I got you," she said, nerves steadied by the familiarity of the triage sequence. Chest wounds, with internal penetration. She pulled a laser scalpel from her pack and cut the mans body armor away. It wasn't so bad. She produced an imager and powered it on. With meticulous care she began extracting shrapnel pices and applying combat stims to slow the bleeding and reduce the possibility of shock.
"Sweep and clear!" a mechanical voice sounded somewhere to the front. Kia froze, the pattern of storm trooper speech modifers too familiar to be mistaken for anything but. She lay flat against her patient trying not to move. Three scout troopers emerged from the smoke carbines sweeping for targets. Terror surged in her but she remembered the proccedure. Shakily she raised a commlink to her lips.
"Starlight 1-2 I have contact to my front," she whispered raising her unfamiliar DH-15 in trembling hands and hoping any of the real soldiers were close enough to help.
Options -Firebase Tau, One Hundred Kilometers From Phase Line Alpha, Grolsk Wilderness Reserve - 4:44 AM
The dropship plunged through the high sirrus cloud. The insertion was being carried out in textbook fashion, minimizing exposure with a stomach churning plunge from the High Guard to the ground. Tesha Ryn, secured in a tight webbing harness, bore the discomfort with stoic approval. The rebels were not reported to have a significant anti air capabillity, but there were no excuses for getting soft.
"Thirty seconds!" the pilot called out. The six other troops sharing the crew compartment didn't waste time checking gear, they had tripple checked equipment already, carrying an ISB agent made even veterans extra cautious. A trim woman, unremarkable in every way, Tesha was forgettable in almost all regards. She wore grey Imperial Army fatigues with no insignia and carried a standard rifle with a customized sight.
Exactly twenty eight seconds later the heavy repulsors fired, kick the deck up into the passengers. The harnesses released a heart beat after the dropshit hit. The troops unassed the vessel with commendable haste and Tesha had only just cleared the zone when the pilot boosted skyward. The wake of the repulsors scattered a small storm of snowflakes from the blast scared landing zone. Firebase Tau was a hundred meter circle blasted into the alpine forest at the top of a small plateu. Engineering had scraped the topsoil into a burme that ringed the position, even as she watched sappers were spraying the soil with a plasticizing agent to establish and to prepare it for heavier fixed weapons. In the center of ring, the massive tubes of six repulsor mounted howitizers faced eastward, slowly traversing with a gentle whine.
Ryn headed off the landing square towards a straight backed young man whose fatigues were a little too clean to be a line trooper. By convention officers didn't wear insignia but to a trained eye they remained embarassingly easy to spot. The man moved towards her rapidly holding a small metallic cylinder. Tesha watched with the natural skepticism of a spy for unfamiliar electronics.
"Sonic damper Ma'am, the guns," he explained in the imitation Coruscanti accent many officers were adopting.
"Ah," Tesha responded eloquently and took the cylinder and clipped it to her lapel in the same way the lieutenant was wearing his. The officer reached over and flicked a switch.
"We have been instructed to give you whatever aid we can," the artillery officer said keeping pace with her as she headed towards the TOC. Behind them there was a world ending rraaAAAWWK as the guns began to fire, rocket assisted rounds screeching skyward with long jets of flame, reaching towards the rebel positions to the east.
Kia tried to suppress the shudders that ran through her. The commlinks were crackling with reports of action just like she had been told they would. It had the air of a storm breaking, she just hoped that she would be still standing when it blew over. She looked around the the aid station, medication and bacta sprays were ready for use though Kia, having worked in trauma centers during her medical training, knew that it wouldn't last long. Over the past few weeks they had ransacked every hospital and first aid kit they could find but there was no way they had enough for what was coming. Ryma, one of her nurses who had been a first responder, gave her a shaky smile. Kia returned what she hoped was a calm confident facade.
The aid station was located in a glacially carved overhang, the theory was that this would make it difficult for Imperial spotters to locate. Kia wasn't exactly clear how a few meters of rock would prevent sensors or fliers from tracking a flow of wounded from the front but it seemed to satisfy the military types. For the thousandth time she wished she were back in her clinic on Corellia but it was a phantom, there was no going back now.
"Medic!" The first in the rank of combat medics, a slim Rodian woman, leaped to her feet and raced into the chilled forest.
"May the force be with us," Kia whispered.
The aid station was located in a glacially carved overhang, the theory was that this would make it difficult for Imperial spotters to locate. Kia wasn't exactly clear how a few meters of rock would prevent sensors or fliers from tracking a flow of wounded from the front but it seemed to satisfy the military types. For the thousandth time she wished she were back in her clinic on Corellia but it was a phantom, there was no going back now.
"Medic!" The first in the rank of combat medics, a slim Rodian woman, leaped to her feet and raced into the chilled forest.
"May the force be with us," Kia whispered.
Name: Tesha Ryn
Species: Human
Faction/Unit: Imperial Security Bureau
Location: [Redacted]
Synopsis of Role: [Redacted]
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