Winter

A Classic Star Wars Tale [Star Wars: The Clone Wars]

Interested for Jedi or Bounty hunter~ ^^

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Amelia crossed a leg over the other, crossing her arms across her chest as she still seemed some what guarded. Likely due to a long hard history of finding it hard to trust. However she still answered the question, after all it was only history. "Stationed in Florida. The US wanted to build a long blockade from Jacksonville to Perry mobilising a bulk of both the US army and the British RAF to secure the whole of Miami. I assume they wanted it for the beaches since they could set up medical tents, supply drops and evacuations there. But there just wasn't enough time. Between controlling the infection in Miami and keeping the rest of it out we just didn't have the man power to do it" she said as she stared off for a moment. "We ran for the beaches, Thinking we would be evacuated by the helicopters and boats that were already there. But when they got there, nothing. They'd either been killed or had already left. We spent the next months making our way out of Florida. By the time we got to Panama City there was about three of us left. We split up after that" she said as she turned to face him, "I kept moving this way, and ended up here. No plan, no direction. Just... keep going" she said with a light shrug.

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Amelia gave a light shrug as Shannon spoke, drawing her from what Daniel had just said, "At the moment the RAF is mostly nothing, but we're... was, basically soldiers used by the British air force" she said casually, giving a nod as she excused herself before returning to Daniel, "Sounds like a plan, and those short range radios should work just fine for that" she said before taking off her glasses, folding them and placing them in a pocket, "We can go over the details in the morning, there's no rush as long as they're not an immediate threat" she said as she walked over to a chair and took a seat, thankful to be able to get off her feet for now. "In any case you've got me to support you, I can't say I'm much help to you with anything else. I don't know the area, but if you can lend me your experience of the area I'll do my best to keep you and Shannon away from the reaper" she said as she took the M4 off and set it down on a table along with her black armoured jacket which she folded neatly. Undernieth was a simple black t shirt with the RAF insignia on it. She chose to keep her scarf on.

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Amelia matched the smile and took his hand, giving it a firm shake, "I suspected you might have had background, you know your way around Military gear pretty well for a Civilian, no offence" she said with a small smile directed towards Shannon. She set about taking her weapons and loading the clips, seeing that there was no reason for them not to be ready now that the possibility of being shot wasn't a problem. "So what's the situation in this town, I've not long got here" she admitted, curious to the population of infected, living and possible gangs which pray on those still living.

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Amelia paused at he explained how she could be of use to them. It had been a very long time since the last time she'd been apart of a group. She could recount the deaths of her friends as though it had been only yesterday. Having to shoot Naomi in the head, Michael being dragged down from on top of an overturned car. Gareth being engulfed in flame at the gas station. And many more all from the moment they had to retreat from the first blockade. She could remember the roar of gunfire and how by each minute it became quieter save for the sounds of sputtering and gargling. She breathed a deep breath before considering it. She picked up her backpack and for a moment you could be certain she was about to walk away before she reached into it, pulling out two small black squares with a rubber loop, a tiny blue light coming to life on both as she pressed a small switch before turning them off again. "If we're going to be working together, you'll want these. They're short range radios, got a good charge left in them too. I only have one charger so when they run dry we'll have to charge them all up together" she said as she handed them over with her gloved hand. "And yeah... I am RAF... what remains of it" she said in a sombre tone. She then took out her food and drink items, some of which came from vending machines she'd smashed and others from grocery stores she'd risked. "This is all I have, add it to your stock if you have one" she continued before tossing the empty bag aside. She exhaled nerves which came from risking letting people get closer to her. "My full name is Amelia Rosanna Stephens. Rose is good enough, or Amy. It's up to you" she said finally.

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Amelia inclined her head with a simple nod at their introductions before she pulled the strap so she could reach her M4. She hit the clip release and loaded up the cartridges before stowing them on the ammunition loops located around her waist area. Normally she's slam one into the M4 and have it cocked and ready, but she guessed such a move wouldn't be welcomed by the two civilians in front of her. If she had to, her Combat knife was close by so at least she had that to rely on if she had to make a quick move. "Well, I better get moving before the sun completely drops and I lose visibility. These glasses only help so much" she said gesturing to the orange tinted shades which while not night vision, had a special tint which helped the retina of the eye focus the outline of objects. She unfolded her arms and began to make a move for the door before stopping, "Before I go... how many more of you are here?" she asked curiously.

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Amelia was confused. She'd just pointed her weapon at these people and now one of them was offering her ammunition for a weapon which could easily take them both out with a pull of the trigger, although she did note how he knew it was empty. It seemed to good to be true but alas the odds still stood against her. Though taking the rounds from his pistol which also seemed to be an M9 settled her anxieties a little. She hesitated as he asked her to do the same before agreeing, ejecting the clip and holding it upside down against the grip before pulling the slider back, the loaded round popping into the air where she caught it in her hand. She pushed the round back into the clip before holding up both clearly, storing them on separate parts of her body. "My name is Amelia, and yes I'm from England" she replied, her accent giving off a strong north east London vibe with the inflection on her words. She folded her arms, still not seeming quite comfortable.

Both the man and the women looked to be fairly young and in good shape. She wondered on their relationship, story and what they'd survived through all this time. Though she kept such questions to herself for now, after all they'd just met. "I'm sorry about breaking into your home, I thought it was abandoned and these day's it's hard to tell one from the other" she said honestly. "It's a good thing you caught me before I made off with stuff that wasn't salvage" she said, trying to bring the previous conflict to a softer light. She might be a survivor now but she still felt an echo of her duty to protect. And soldiers weren't thieves.

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Amelia - Auto Garage - Daniel and Shannon

Amelia's anxiety began to heighten as another person appeared in the doorway, causing her to tighten her grip on the M9 and shift between targets. Her stance remained still, ready for the slightest indication that a mental decision was being made to fire. Should their fingers so much as pull tension she'd have to consider taking the small chance that she might get away with just a bullet in her. "We don't want to hurt you" said the women. She'd heard that one before, right before they pulled a knife and went for her throat. She kept her M9 steady, "I don't believe you" she replied honestly, watching carefully as the man slowly moved to flick the lights on which allowed her to see them much more clearly. She adjusted her aim now she had a clearer line of sight as the man continued. So this was their home, which meant their reaction was justified and it did explain the rich amount of resources to be found here. She listened as he spoke further, motioning towards her M4. She decided not to mention it was empty. She knew if she fired the chances of surviving the retaliation at this range was basically nil, she'd have to trust... just this once. After a moment of silence she slowly lowered the M9, keeping it gripped in both hands with the barrel pointed towards her feet. "Alright, then let's talk" she replied.

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As Amelia picked through some of the drawers she could hardly believe her luck, finding a few pieces of medical equipment, some ammunition, food, water. And then the hopes were all dashed as she heard the door, causing her to quickly spin and bring her own M9 to bear with practised military precision. The flash light against her orange tinted glasses made it hard for her to pick out her target, but gave her a clear indication of where to fire. To his response she shouted back, "DOWN, NOW!" she shouted, correcting her stance into a defensive firing position, arms bent for recoil and legs spread out to keep her form secure.

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The road had been long and unforgiving, the weight in her pocket tugging at her emotional strings and causing her mind to waver on the edge between sanity and all consuming madness. Dog tags, eight of them, jingling in her pocket as she moved, reminding her that not even the might of the governments forces could have helped prevent what was to come. She'd been there for many of them, seen them dye. Either by turning themselves or being dragged away and consumed by those abominations. A friend of hers, Naomi was shot down by the very gun which was strapped to her back, another weight to add to the building mass weighing upon her mind. "Keep moving", that's what she needed to do, that's what she told herself was necessary to ensure she lived for their sake. She looked up ahead, spotting a promising looking building before making her way towards it, being sure to check around her as she made a quick run at it. She stopped as she reached the side, falling to a low crouch before peering through a window between the boards which had obviously been placed to prevent the walkers getting in. It looked empty, but safe... and safe meant a place to rest.

Picking herself up she moved around the back of the building, looking up to see a window which hadn't been boarded, likely an escape route should the walkers manage to get inside. The window overlooked a shelter with support beams, likely where the previous owner would have stored stuff to keep it from the rain. Taking a last look around she took a few steps back before she run and jumped, catching the edge of the shelter before pulling herself up and onto it, quickly moving to the window before smashing it with her elbow. As she moved through it she found a metal grate which ran around the edge of the inside, presumably for mechanics to repair bigger vehicles. She pulled out her M9 and gave a quick survey of the area before she made her way down to the ground level, securing that it was safe before she finally allowed herself to relax a little. She took off her backpack and placed it against the wall before deciding to take a look around, see if there wasn't something she could salvage before she made herself a little camp.