WardenCelestine

𝙽𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝙰𝚠𝚊𝚢

If there was one thing that Maya disliked the most about the weather of Night City, it would have to be the scorching heat and bone dry winds that were all to common for this area of Southern California. She understood that the city was located within an arid climate, but at the same time the pacific ocean was right at the cities edge. Not all was lost though, for when there were hot days with dry winds, a high chance for cool weather and a storm with rain to follow presented itself. That type of weather on the other hand, was not only greatly welcomed but also very much enjoyed by the retired Trauma Team medic and pilot. Unfortunately for this early evening, it appeared that the heat and dry winds were here to stay for the time being, and they would all have to deal with the discomfort.

For Maya though, she had managed to get her hands upon a full set of fatigues that sort of helped regulate her body temperature in not only the heat but also the cold, which assisted with the discomfort brought on by bipolar weather conditions. As an added bonus, the fatigues had a digital urban camo pattern upon it, which was a personal favorite of hers. On the outside of this was her Trauma Team medic armor, which Maya had repurposed and also recolored a dark gray so that it would blend better with the fatigues. The only piece of armor that may have drawn the most attention to her was the helmet, apparently belonging to a TTI pilot at one time.

If it had not been for Top Guns call about the shard they were about to attempt to grab, Maya would have spent the night enjoying some R & R within her Japan Town apartment, doing whatever her heart desired. For better or worse, she now found herself standing among the rest of the crew, having decided to keep her mouth shut untill she felt it necessary to speak up. That did not take long though, for when Zen spoke about killing people and getting paid for it, she lifted the protective visor from over her eyes and was about to open her mouth when Fingers beat her to it. Once he had finished, Maya finely spoke up. "Depending on how we wish to approach this situation, we could lose more than ammo and time if someone decides to shoot everything that moves inside of the apartment complex. Speaking of which, how are we going to carry this out? Are we going to go in loud or are we going to try and use stealth? I am adaptable but would at least like some sort of plan to be laid out beforehand."

𝙽𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝙰𝚠𝚊𝚢

⛨ 𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 - 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗨𝗠𝗔 𝗧𝗘𝗔𝗠 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗟 ⛨

_{Maya Erathell
◄ 33 ▎ FEMALE ▎ 5'11 ►}

_{P R O F I L E}

Everyone says that first impressions are crucial when beginning a relationship with anyone. So those who meet Maya for the first time will see her as a calm, cool, collected, and professional individual who takes what she does very seriously. Some may even see her as a drone, showing very little emotion besides what is appropriate in the current situation. While all of this is accurate, her true personality will show after trust is earned by getting to know the individual, fighting alongside them, and learning their intentions. Those that have had the opportunity to earn not only her trust but also friendship, will find that Maya is a sharp and witty individual who cares deeply for those who work alongside her, and can even have a sharp sense of humor along with a warm, cheerful personality during rare occasions.

Maintaining a strict military fitness schedule, Maya keeps herself in top physical condition, though still has the slim female form that other female soldiers retain. When out of her armor, the first thing one would notice would be the color of her eyes, a very vibrant azure blue. She keeps her black hair short, and slightly combed. Due to her genetics, she is lucky enough to look a bit younger than her actual age, which has led to accounts of confusion in the past. The only tattoo that she has is from the early days of being part of Trauma team, upon her back.

_{D A Y S - G O N E}

"The days of the past may be gone but the memories still remain."

Maya was born to a wealthy Corpo family within the city center on [October 13th, 2044] during the early morning hours. Both of her parents were delighted to have their first child, and quickly set to work, ensuring she would have the best life possible. Her education, her work place, and what she was exposed to was quickly set up for her, allowing little to no room for any venturing off into a merciless city that was more likely to leave her dead in some alley then show her a shred of dignity. This kind of protection carried on, and eventually lead into pampering, where she received only the very best that money could buy in all areas.

The years passed by, and Maya would only see short glimpses of what it was like outside of her finely tuned reality. Though at the age of five, her more than idealistic view of life received a small sample of what it was like for those less fortunate. While returning from a school session with her personal teacher Nikolai, an explosion rocked the city center, causing panic and chaos not only within the tower she had once lived in, but also the streets below. Nikolai quickly avoided the falling debris and with a little bit of intuition, had decided to avoid the flaming carnage of what was once her her home. Instead, he attempted to calm the young Maya down, taking her to a small apartment within Japan Town, located in the Westbrook District.

Once arriving, Nikolai carefully affirmed that they had not been followed, then ushered the young girl inside of the compartment complex and eventually up to his personal living quarters. As soon as they had bothered entered, Nikolai locked the door behind him and moved into the living room, turning on the television to the local Night City news station. What showed upon it was Maya's home, or the whole towering building, now engulfed in flames. The reporter spoke about a terrorist attack but due to information that had been passed onto him from Maya's parents, said otherwise. Another Corporation, who they expected to be Arasaka, had been showing anonymous aggression towards their family with threats of retaliation for what they assumed was business deals with Biotechnica or other reasons Maya has yet to come to understand.

This was the first, but not the last time that Maya was faced with the death of loved ones. It dawned upon her that she now had nowhere to go, and no home. She was now at the mercy of Nikolai, and whatever he chose to do with her. Having been family friends with the Erathell's though, Nikolai showed something rare for those who call the city home, kindness and compassion. Nikolai quickly adopted Maya, and continued to do his best to teach Maya everything she would need to know about holding a Corpo position, as well as what life was actually like in the city, on top of doing his best to be a father.

Nikolai had checked Maya's family will, which left everything they had to her. Upon trying to claim these funds and physical items, they were informed that due to legal reasons, all but ten percent of the funds were available. Nikolai decided to hold these funds for himself until Maya was old enough, then pass over the owed money to her.

More years passed by, while Maya tried to step way from her Golden Child mentality, and more into the life of any other day citizen. She was told by her father Nikolai that she would have to prove her worth out there in the real world, and that no one would be there to watch her back once she was alone. This realization had come to her shortly after her parents died, but hearing it from Nikolai had caused something in her mind to change. On the off chance she would be assaulted, she began taking self defense classes for not only hand to hand but also firearms and a surprisingly young age. From this, a new interest began to form, one where she could not only protect herself, but others that needed it.

Maya's chance to try her newly found skills came around the age of 16 while walking home from picking up baking supplies for the banana bread she was going to attempt to make. Near a turn she was supposed to take, she noticed what appeared to be a gang member attacking an older homeless man for the little money he had on him. Without thinking, Maya ran up behind the gang member and kicked out his lower leg from the knee, then brought her right fist down upon the right side of the mans face with one swift movement. It was enough to knock the man out for a moment, allowing the homeless man to run away. Though when she turned around, happy that she had helped someone, another one of the gang members had shown up, ready to teach her a lesson.

When she arrived home that evening, she did so with a broken nose and a black eye, which was lucky for her due to the fact that the gang member had been armed with more than a knife. As would be expected, Nikolai was quite upset with her, but also proud of her in away, though had decided to ground her for her stupid actions that could have easily gotten her killed.

Two years later, Maya came to a crossroad in her life where she was presented with a choice. Nikolai knew she wanted to follow in her parents footsteps, but also knew that she wanted to help others. One road lead to the Corpo lifestyle which ended up with her parents death, and the other a career in the medical field. These were the choices presented to Maya from Nikolai, along with pro's and con's of each. Both would be very difficult, both rewarding in their own way. Maya decided that she would think about her carrier path over the next few days then make a choice when her mind was more clear.

Exhausted from the conversation, she took a cold shower and went to bed, putting much thought into what her future would hold. The night would turn to morning, and the morning into the afternoon when she awoke. Walking out into the living room, she found a data-pad. Upon it, was a message that informed her that Nikolai had to leave Night City to head back to his own home, to care for his own parents, and live his own life now that she had chosen her own path, and could take care of herself. The bottom of the message informed her that he loved her dearly and was proud to call her his daughter while he had the chance. Further below, it explained that everything inside of the apartment, including the apartment itself was now her own and that a large amount of money that was from her parents will had been moved into her account. For three days after, she felt the pain she had felt so many years ago when her real parents died, and found herself alone, once more, within the world.

After three days, she found herself again, and had decided to go with her dream of being a medic, and quickly enrolled for Trauma Team International who had her in an academy within 24 hours. From here, she excelled at her academics and proved that she not only had the talent to be a medic, but also had a prowess for combat. She had finely landed her dream position, and was putting her heart, soul, and mind into it at every chance she could. After three years of studying and working alongside actual members of Trauma Team, she was allowed to partake in her first emergency call as a fully fledged member of T.T.I. putting everything she had learned to use and becoming a valued member of the team she was part of.

During those ten years, a representative from Max-Tac had approached her, offering her to become something more, a combat medic for Max-Tac. Maya had not only heard of Max-Tac, but had seen them in action, how they worked, and most importantly how they gave little to no care for collateral damage. Maya thanked the man for the offer and left him with a simple, I will think about it and get back to you, though she never did. This left her employers confused but also pleased that she had not left them, the feeling was mutual for her squamates.

Though like the wayward wind, people find themselves moving on and setting a new path for themselves. This was the same for Maya after an incident that resulted with the death of many high profile card holders as well as civilians. The line between Trauma Team and Max-Tac was beginning to blur as time went on. After ten years, she found herself resigning from her position within Trauma Team. Thankfully due to her work with TTI, she left with a nice pension which helped her acquire most of the equipment she now owns, and fully paid off her apartment.

These days, Maya finds herself helping on the streets where she can, doing side jobs here and there, and assisting within the Night City Medical Center. Her account lies almost barren with few funds to keep her floating, even with all the work she does. Within her mind, she wishes to not only do more but to become more than what she currently is, to make a positive impact upon the city, and to find who killed her parents.

_{M E M O R I E S}

Nikolai

"My adopted father, he raised and taught me as if I was one of his own. Then dropped me like a brick, moving on to take care of his real family when I was old enough to take care of myself. I do owe him a great debt that I can never repay though. Though I am very thankful for everything he has done for me, and selflessly given. Perhaps someday I will see him again, perhaps not, but only time will tell.

First Lieutenant Mattson

"Mattson was my Trauma Team International instructor, and squad leader for the ten years I was part of TTI. He helped me improve my medical and combat skills to what they are today, along with teaching me about discipline. Eventually, we grew to become close friends, but nothing more than that."

Troy Links

[ENTRY_1]

"Troy was a former employee at Trauma Team international, something we both have in common. Apparently he likes to keep to himself most of the time, tinkering with new things and equipment. More information is needed before an accurate assessment can be formed."

Alistair Liu

[ENTRY_1]

"Apparently Alistair had themselves a corpo position, living the high life while the rest of the city did their best below, sounds familiar. He seems a bit impulsive, self-centered, and egotistical, perhaps I am misreading him, but I doubt it. More information is needed before an accurate assessment can be formed."

Steven Bates

[ENTRY_1]

"This individual stands out among the rest in my honest opinion, and the fact that he is Ex-Max-Tac makes me cautiously Paranoid of him. There is an old rumor that says most if not all Max-Tax are made up from people who were once Cyberpsychos, and after seeing how they shoot anything that moves, would not surprise me in the slightest. He seems like a good man though, but that could be deception. More information is needed before an accurate assessment can be formed, or perhaps he will kill us all before I get the chance."

Jorick Godricksson

[ENTRY_1]

"I always welcome more medical professionals among a squad, and this mans shared history is quite impressive. Here is to hoping we can learn something from each other down the line if everything goes well. Though trust is earned, and at the moment, more information is needed before an accurate assessment can be formed."

Petre Novak

[ENTRY_1]

"Petre is a reserved individual from what I can gather, though some small talk happens here and there. I tend to keep to myself as well at most times. Due to all of this, much more information is needed before an accurate assessment can be formed."

_{G E A R & C Y B E R N E T I C S}

Weapons

M-179 Achilles

Malorian Overture

Militech M251s Ajax

Cyberwear

Mantis Blades [Left Arm Only]

"Arm blades designed with lethality and concealment in mind. As effective as they are flashy."

The blade is superheated to allow for thermal damage as well as cauterization of injuries.

Optical Camouflage

"But..! If you spend a lotta time in the Badlands, it's worth investing in cloaking gear. Holoskin, active camo - what have you."

Allows for almost complete invisibility for a short period of time.

Kiroshi Optics MK.5

"This advanced Kiroshi optical system is designed for the most demanding users. It incorporates the latest breakthroughs in neural-link technology, unprecedented support of optic function and the most powerful scanning algorithms on the market."

Allows for scanning of personnel showing NCPD information on the individual as well as enhanced vision. (Night vision, thermal vision, and able to enhance viewing distance.)

Dynalar Sandevistan [Custom]

"Thanks to trademarked synaptic transmitters, this Sandevistan from Dynalar ensures even more comfort and control in combat situations as well as increased neuromuscular tension."

Increases reflexes both on and off the field of battle as well as increase cyberwear functionality.

Trauma Team Network

An implant that allows the user to search through Trauma Teams extensive database, locating very detailed information on injuries and how to most effectively treat them.

Miscellaneous Belongings

Brennan Apollo (Raptor)

A customized version of a Brennan Apollo Off-Road, more resembling a military motorcycle than anything else. Has a rear seat so someone else can join her if the need arises. The compartments are smaller but are reinforced for security reasons.

Viper Drone

Made up from parts of both Militech and Zetatech drones, this small custom made drone can easily fit inside of a backpack or case for discrete transportation. The drone mostly fills a scout role but can be modified for combat or medical situations. Currently, it has no way to be charged, and requires either a Militech or Zetatech power core, thus leaving it dormant.

Trauma Team Medical Equipment

Maya has kept all of her Trauma Team Medical Equipment, and now carries it with her in a secure military grade backpack in case of an emergency.

Personal Apartment

A small but very well taken care of apartment in Japan Town, located in the Westbrook District. This is where she keeps all of her worldly possessions.

Backpack and outfit

Maya wears a military backpack upon her back, filled with Trauma Team Medical Equipment, a few snacks, small tools used for fixing up weapons and armor, and a couple other useful items.

Her outfit is mostly created from repurposed Trauma Team armor pieces attached to a comfortable set of fatigues that has a digital urban camouflage upon them. All of the armor is recolored to be either black or a dark grey. Due to parts of her armor being made from these pieces, Maya can attach spare magazines, grenades, and other tactical gear of her choice to said outfit with ease.

Acoustic Guitar

An authentic Acoustic Guitar Maya bought around the age of 18 as a side hobby, which eventually lead to her learning how to sing as well.

𝙽𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝙰𝚠𝚊𝚢

⛨ 𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 - 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗨𝗠𝗔 𝗧𝗘𝗔𝗠 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗟 ⛨

_{Maya Erathell
◄ 33 ▎ FEMALE ▎ 5'11 ►}

_{P R O F I L E}

Everyone says that first impressions are crucial when beginning a relationship with anyone. So those who meet Maya for the first time will see her as a calm, cool, collected, and professional individual who takes what she does very seriously. Some may even see her as a drone, showing very little emotion besides what is appropriate in the current situation. While all of this is accurate, her true personality will show after trust is earned by getting to know the individual, fighting alongside them, and learning their intentions. Those that have had the opportunity to earn not only her trust but also friendship, will find that Maya is a sharp and witty individual who cares deeply for those who work alongside her, and can even have a sharp sense of humor along with a warm, cheerful personality during rare occasions.

Maintaining a strict military fitness schedule, Maya keeps herself in top physical condition, though still has the slim female form that other female soldiers retain. When out of her armor, the first thing one would notice would be the color of her eyes, a very vibrant azure blue. She keeps her black hair short, and slightly combed. Due to her genetics, she is lucky enough to look a bit younger than her actual age, which has led to accounts of confusion in the past. The only tattoo that she has is from the early days of being part of Trauma team, upon her back.

_{D A Y S - G O N E}

"The days of the past may be gone but the memories still remain."

Maya was born to a wealthy Corpo family within the city center on [October 13th, 2044] during the early morning hours. Both of her parents were delighted to have their first child, and quickly set to work, ensuring she would have the best life possible. Her education, her work place, and what she was exposed to was quickly set up for her, allowing little to no room for any venturing off into a merciless city that was more likely to leave her dead in some alley then show her a shred of dignity. This kind of protection carried on, and eventually lead into pampering, where she received only the very best that money could buy in all areas.

The years passed by, and Maya would only see short glimpses of what it was like outside of her finely tuned reality. Though at the age of five, her more than idealistic view of life received a small sample of what it was like for those less fortunate. While returning from a school session with her personal teacher Nikolai, an explosion rocked the city center, causing panic and chaos not only within the tower she had once lived in, but also the streets below. Nikolai quickly avoided the falling debris and with a little bit of intuition, had decided to avoid the flaming carnage of what was once her her home. Instead, he attempted to calm the young Maya down, taking her to a small apartment within Japan Town, located in the Westbrook District.

Once arriving, Nikolai carefully affirmed that they had not been followed, then ushered the young girl inside of the compartment complex and eventually up to his personal living quarters. As soon as they had bothered entered, Nikolai locked the door behind him and moved into the living room, turning on the television to the local Night City news station. What showed upon it was Maya's home, or the whole towering building, now engulfed in flames. The reporter spoke about a terrorist attack but due to information that had been passed onto him from Maya's parents, said otherwise. Another Corporation, who they expected to be Arasaka, had been showing anonymous aggression towards their family with threats of retaliation for what they assumed was business deals with Biotechnica or other reasons Maya has yet to come to understand.

This was the first, but not the last time that Maya was faced with the death of loved ones. It dawned upon her that she now had nowhere to go, and no home. She was now at the mercy of Nikolai, and whatever he chose to do with her. Having been family friends with the Erathell's though, Nikolai showed something rare for those who call the city home, kindness and compassion. Nikolai quickly adopted Maya, and continued to do his best to teach Maya everything she would need to know about holding a Corpo position, as well as what life was actually like in the city, on top of doing his best to be a father.

Nikolai had checked Maya's family will, which left everything they had to her. Upon trying to claim these funds and physical items, they were informed that due to legal reasons, all but ten percent of the funds were available. Nikolai decided to hold these funds for himself until Maya was old enough, then pass over the owed money to her.

More years passed by, while Maya tried to step way from her Golden Child mentality, and more into the life of any other day citizen. She was told by her father Nikolai that she would have to prove her worth out there in the real world, and that no one would be there to watch her back once she was alone. This realization had come to her shortly after her parents died, but hearing it from Nikolai had caused something in her mind to change. On the off chance she would be assaulted, she began taking self defense classes for not only hand to hand but also firearms and a surprisingly young age. From this, a new interest began to form, one where she could not only protect herself, but others that needed it.

Maya's chance to try her newly found skills came around the age of 16 while walking home from picking up baking supplies for the banana bread she was going to attempt to make. Near a turn she was supposed to take, she noticed what appeared to be a gang member attacking an older homeless man for the little money he had on him. Without thinking, Maya ran up behind the gang member and kicked out his lower leg from the knee, then brought her right fist down upon the right side of the mans face with one swift movement. It was enough to knock the man out for a moment, allowing the homeless man to run away. Though when she turned around, happy that she had helped someone, another one of the gang members had shown up, ready to teach her a lesson.

When she arrived home that evening, she did so with a broken nose and a black eye, which was lucky for her due to the fact that the gang member had been armed with more than a knife. As would be expected, Nikolai was quite upset with her, but also proud of her in away, though had decided to ground her for her stupid actions that could have easily gotten her killed.

Two years later, Maya came to a crossroad in her life where she was presented with a choice. Nikolai knew she wanted to follow in her parents footsteps, but also knew that she wanted to help others. One road lead to the Corpo lifestyle which ended up with her parents death, and the other a career in the medical field. These were the choices presented to Maya from Nikolai, along with pro's and con's of each. Both would be very difficult, both rewarding in their own way. Maya decided that she would think about her carrier path over the next few days then make a choice when her mind was more clear.

Exhausted from the conversation, she took a cold shower and went to bed, putting much thought into what her future would hold. The night would turn to morning, and the morning into the afternoon when she awoke. Walking out into the living room, she found a data-pad. Upon it, was a message that informed her that Nikolai had to leave Night City to head back to his own home, to care for his own parents, and live his own life now that she had chosen her own path, and could take care of herself. The bottom of the message informed her that he loved her dearly and was proud to call her his daughter while he had the chance. Further below, it explained that everything inside of the apartment, including the apartment itself was now her own and that a large amount of money that was from her parents will had been moved into her account. For three days after, she felt the pain she had felt so many years ago when her real parents died, and found herself alone, once more, within the world.

After three days, she found herself again, and had decided to go with her dream of being a medic, and quickly enrolled for Trauma Team International who had her in an academy within 24 hours. From here, she excelled at her academics and proved that she not only had the talent to be a medic, but also had a prowess for combat. She had finely landed her dream position, and was putting her heart, soul, and mind into it at every chance she could. After three years of studying and working alongside actual members of Trauma Team, she was allowed to partake in her first emergency call as a fully fledged member of T.T.I. putting everything she had learned to use and becoming a valued member of the team she was part of.

During those ten years, a representative from Max-Tac had approached her, offering her to become something more, a combat medic for Max-Tac. Maya had not only heard of Max-Tac, but had seen them in action, how they worked, and most importantly how they gave little to no care for collateral damage. Maya thanked the man for the offer and left him with a simple, I will think about it and get back to you, though she never did. This left her employers confused but also pleased that she had not left them, the feeling was mutual for her squamates.

Though like the wayward wind, people find themselves moving on and setting a new path for themselves. This was the same for Maya after an incident that resulted with the death of many high profile card holders as well as civilians. The line between Trauma Team and Max-Tac was beginning to blur as time went on. After ten years, she found herself resigning from her position within Trauma Team. Thankfully due to her work with TTI, she left with a nice pension which helped her acquire most of the equipment she now owns, and fully paid off her apartment.

These days, Maya finds herself helping on the streets where she can, doing side jobs here and there, and assisting within the Night City Medical Center. Her account lies almost barren with few funds to keep her floating, even with all the work she does. Within her mind, she wishes to not only do more but to become more than what she currently is, to make a positive impact upon the city, and to find who killed her parents.

_{M E M O R I E S}

Nikolai

"My adopted father, he raised and taught me as if I was one of his own. Then dropped me like a brick, moving on to take care of his real family when I was old enough to take care of myself. I do owe him a great debt that I can never repay though. Though I am very thankful for everything he has done for me, and selflessly given. Perhaps someday I will see him again, perhaps not, but only time will tell.

First Lieutenant Mattson

"Mattson was my Trauma Team International instructor, and squad leader for the ten years I was part of TTI. He helped me improve my medical and combat skills to what they are today, along with teaching me about discipline. Eventually, we grew to become close friends, but nothing more than that."

Troy Links

[ENTRY_1]

"Troy was a former employee at Trauma Team international, something we both have in common. Apparently he likes to keep to himself most of the time, tinkering with new things and equipment. More information is needed before an accurate assessment can be formed."

Alistair Liu

[ENTRY_1]

"Apparently Alistair had themselves a corpo position, living the high life while the rest of the city did their best below, sounds familiar. He seems a bit impulsive, self-centered, and egotistical, perhaps I am misreading him, but I doubt it. More information is needed before an accurate assessment can be formed."

Steven Bates

[ENTRY_1]

"This individual stands out among the rest in my honest opinion, and the fact that he is Ex-Max-Tac makes me cautiously Paranoid of him. There is an old rumor that says most if not all Max-Tax are made up from people who were once Cyberpsychos, and after seeing how they shoot anything that moves, would not surprise me in the slightest. He seems like a good man though, but that could be deception. More information is needed before an accurate assessment can be formed, or perhaps he will kill us all before I get the chance."

Jorick Godricksson

[ENTRY_1]

"I always welcome more medical professionals among a squad, and this mans shared history is quite impressive. Here is to hoping we can learn something from each other down the line if everything goes well. Though trust is earned, and at the moment, more information is needed before an accurate assessment can be formed."

Petre Novak

[ENTRY_1]

"Petre is a reserved individual from what I can gather, though some small talk happens here and there. I tend to keep to myself as well at most times. Due to all of this, much more information is needed before an accurate assessment can be formed."

_{G E A R & C Y B E R N E T I C S}

Weapons

M-179 Achilles

Malorian Overture

Militech M251s Ajax

Cyberwear

Mantis Blades [Left Arm Only]

"Arm blades designed with lethality and concealment in mind. As effective as they are flashy."

The blade is superheated to allow for thermal damage as well as cauterization of injuries.

Optical Camouflage

"But..! If you spend a lotta time in the Badlands, it's worth investing in cloaking gear. Holoskin, active camo - what have you."

Allows for almost complete invisibility for a short period of time.

Kiroshi Optics MK.5

"This advanced Kiroshi optical system is designed for the most demanding users. It incorporates the latest breakthroughs in neural-link technology, unprecedented support of optic function and the most powerful scanning algorithms on the market."

Allows for scanning of personnel showing NCPD information on the individual as well as enhanced vision. (Night vision, thermal vision, and able to enhance viewing distance.)

Dynalar Sandevistan [Custom]

"Thanks to trademarked synaptic transmitters, this Sandevistan from Dynalar ensures even more comfort and control in combat situations as well as increased neuromuscular tension."

Increases reflexes both on and off the field of battle as well as increased cyberwear functionality.

Trauma Team Network

An implant that allows the user to search through Trauma Teams extensive database, locating very detailed information on injuries and how to most effectively treat them.

Miscellaneous Belongings

Brennan Apollo (Raptor)

A customized version of a Brennan Apollo Off-Road, more resembling a military motorcycle than anything else. Has a rear seat so someone else can join her if the need arises. The compartments are smaller but are reinforced for security reasons.

Viper Drone

Made up from parts of both Militech and Zetatech drones, this small custom made drone can easily fit inside of a backpack or case for discrete transportation. The drone mostly fills a scout role but can be modified for combat or medical situations. Currently, it has no way to be charged, and requires either a Militech or Zetatech power core, thus leaving it dormant.

Trauma Team Medical Equipment

Maya has kept all of her Trauma Team Medical Equipment, and now carries it with her in a secure military grade backpack in case of an emergency.

Personal Apartment

A small but very well taken care of apartment in Japan Town, located in the Westbrook District. This is where she keeps all of her worldly possessions.

Backpack and outfit

Maya wears a military backpack upon her back, filled with Trauma Team Medical Equipment, a few snacks, small tools used for fixing up weapons and armor, and a couple other useful items.

Her outfit is mostly created from repurposed Trauma Team armor pieces attached to a comfortable flight suit, all recolored to be either black or a dark grey. Due to parts of her armor being made from these pieces, Maya can attach spare magazines, grenades, and other tactical gear of her choice to said outfit with ease.

Acoustic Guitar

An authentic Acoustic Guitar Maya bought around the age of 18 as a side hobby, which eventually lead to her learning how to sing as well.

𝙽𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝙰𝚠𝚊𝚢

Hello there Dead Drop! I am interested in joining this RP if there is still room.

Warhammer 40k: Enigmas of the Warp

"Believe it or not, I actually agree with that statement Stukov, some actions are necessary due to the universe that we deal with. Perhaps we could continue this conversation at a later time, when or if your xenophobia for myself passes." said Maya before she shrugged lightly, returning her attention to the meal before her. The thought of the two of them having a deep and meaningful conversation about how each of their societies worked and the way they viewed their existence caused a small smirk to spread across the Eldar's face. That would indeed be a very interesting, and educational conversation for the both of them. Though she knew the chance of that happening within the next century was slime to none, so Maya decided not to hold her breath. Instead, she turned her thoughts and attention back to the current situation at hand. She had been offered the chance to assist Celestian Superior Andromedai and her retinue with anything they may need, on top of whatever else may occur while being present. Only a short while ago, something like this would have appeared impossible, but apparently times were indeed changing.

"As I have said before, the thought of a drinking contest between the retinue, however amusing it would be, will not be happening while I still draw breath. You may partake in the drinks of your choice, but I expect you all do to responsibly, keep that in mind." said Celestian Andromedai, breaking the awkward air that had formed between Maya and Stukov. The Sister of Battles eyes looked around the table to ensure everyone was paying attention to what she had said, though trying to find out what was going through Medaira's head at any point in time was truly, an impossibility. Without saying another word for the moment, she turned her focus back to her food, enjoying a fantastic meal of the sorts she very rarely had the opportunity to have.

While all of this was unfolding though, Solares had been eyeing Stukov's Viper-Ale Chili. The guardsmen had left it untouched, and from the looks of it, he apparently had no interest in eating any of the meal before him. So, taking a chance, Solares reached over to the bowl of chili and grabbed onto it, holding eye contact with Stukov before the meal was placed in front of her. Quickly, without waiting for a reply, she grabbed onto her spoon and began taking small bites of its contents. From the slightly pained look that was now upon her face, Solares had not expected the Viper-Chili to be so spicy. This did not deter her from the meal though, in fact, it only resulted in her enjoying the chili even more. The coughing fit that had begun though, may have concerned the rest of the retinue at the table.

Andromedai took the last bite of her food, then placed her utensils upon the plate in front of her, clearly satisfied. "Is everyone else finished with their meals? I would like to start moving around the city before it becomes a bit to chaotic out on the streets." The Celestian looked over to Solares who now had a slight tinge of red across her face, still coughing every few moments after taking a large bite of the Viper-Ale Chili. "Are you alright Solares? Do you need some milk?" asked Andromedai, slightly concerned. Solares shook her head and gave a thumbs up before continuing with the meal before her.

Warhammer 40k: Enigmas of the Warp

Post going up today or tomorrow!

Halo: Aegis Team

After breaking off from the rest of Aegis Team, Spartan Aviza made a direct path towards the nearest UNSC medic's location that could attend to her head injury. The thought of having a Sangheili tend to the head injury had crossed her mind for the briefest of seconds, but the Spartan knew of their customs and that doing so would most likely reflect poorly upon her and perhaps any who assisted. In truth, she could have taken care of it herself but after the blood loss and continued strain she had put onto the area, it was decided that having someone else tend to the injury was in the best of her interest.

inside of the armory of the Hekar Taa Pattern Blockade Runner, a group of UNSC Marines had been rather loudly conversing with each other about the battle that was about to happen, and wondering were they would be deployed. Though, as soon as the heavy sounding footfalls from Aviza could be heard coming down the hallway towards them, one of the Marines peaked his head out of the armory to investigate the source of the noise. Upon seeing Spartan Aviza, the Marine quickly pulled himself back into the armory and informed the rest of his squad that they were about to have company.

The Marines had done their best to act nonchalantly about Spartan Aviza entering the Armory, but the appearance of the burn marks upon her armor drew their curiosity. The squad leader quickly turned to face Aviza and gave her a stiff salute while addressing her, "Spartan." He would then take a more relaxed stance before continuing, "Do you need any assistance? Looks like you may have taken a few hits down there."

Spartan Aviza quickly responded to the posed question, "I require a medic to tend to a head injury." Her gaze turning to the UNSC medic as she spoke. Without saying a word, the medic quickly grabbed onto his advanced first-aid kit and asked Aviza to take a seat on a nearby bench.

Aviza's glanced over to the bench that the medic had asked her to take a seat upon. She was a bit worried about breaking it upon then shrugged it off, doing as was request of her. After taking a seat in the middle of the bench, she carefully removed her helmet and placed it down upon her right side. The medic quickly began to inspect the head injury, while speaking to the Spartan, "If I may ask, how did you sustain this injury? It will help me tend to it." Aviza's azure blue eyes glanced up at medic before she responded, "Needler Rifle hit to the head."

The medic now had a look of surprise upon his face, "You are very lucky you did not come out of that much worse, as I am sure you know. Your armor took most of the blast, but there is still a significant injury here, let alone a concussion." There was a moments pause before Aviza responded, "I am aware, will you be able to attend to the injury fully or should I head elsewhere for more in-depth help?" The medic nodded his head once lightly, "I can, but it will take time, just relax and I will have you ready before your next mission."

The Spartan held perfectly still while the medic tended to her head injury, letting her mind wander on what had transpired so quickly in such a short amount of time.

She was unsure how much time passed, but the medic had finished his work after some stitches, pokes with needles, and some other less invasive medical treatments. During all of this, the other Marines in the room had left to give the two of them privacy, so the medic could work in peace without any distractions. "That is everything I can do with the equipment provided, my advice is to take it easy and try not to take a Needler Rifle round to the head again." said the medic, as she moved to his feet and made a few notes in his datapad for medical reasons. "You are all clear Spartan Aviza, if you need anything else, please let me know." Spartan Aviza moved to her feet and looked over her helmet, it still had the blast marks upon it from the Needler Rifle, she had decided that she liked the battle damaged look more than the clean version.

Now moving to her feet, she turned to face the medic that had expertly tended to her injury and spoke, "Thank you for your assistance Marine, it is appreciated." Much to the Marines surprise, Aviza lightly patted the man on his head a few times before turning to leave, vanishing around the corner. The Marine medic was left stunned for a few seconds before coming back to his senses, "Wait, what just happened?"

Heading back down the hallway she had come from, Aviza used the HUD built into her helmet to triple check if she had everything she needed for when they were forced to fight on foot. Thankfully she did, though now instead of a MA40 Assault Rifle, she now had a M739 SAW, which felt right at home among her loadout. There was a few more things to do before she could consider herself ready to finish what they had started.

After making her way through the halls of the ship once more, Aviza found herself within the hanger of the Hekar Taa Pattern Blockade Runner. The Spartan stood below her own personal heavily modified Theseus Command Mantis, which she had requested to be moved for use in the up and coming war. After a few moments of looking over the Mantis, a UNSC Engineer moved to her side then spoke in a rough sounding voice, "She is prepped and ready for combat, Spartan Aviza, good luck out there." The UNSC Engineer then moved to work on something else.

Wasting no time, Spartan Aviza climbed up and into the Theseus Command Mantis, securing her position inside of it while the rest of Aegis Team started to flood in. "Alright Shihi, help me run a full systems check on the Theseus." said Aviza as she began making sure everything would function to the best of its abilities. Her HUD informed her that the Theseus Command Mantis's main systems were working, but she would have to check the weapons systems manually while Shihi took care of other things within the Mech. "Right arms M655 Anti-Material Machinegun is green, left arms Heavy Incinerator is green, right shoulders Smart Rocket Pod is green, left shoulders M149 Recoilless Rifle is green, all weapon systems are operational." Aviza nodded her head in approval.

Repositioning herself into a more comfortable position within the Theseus Command Mantis, Spartan Aviza watched as others began to mount up into their vehicles, preparing for war. It was at that time that she saw Tar raise her carbine above her head and give a warcry before taking a turret in a Wraith. Opening the teams coms, Aviza would reach out to the Sangheili, "Well said Tar, watch yourself down there on the field of battle. I am currently ready to deploy, just awaiting our signal."

Warhammer 40k: Enigmas of the Warp

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Halo: Aegis Team

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