Legix
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HQ Building, Fort Puckett
The noise of the 309th outside was fairly loud, the tank undergoing repairs and the group equally as occupied preparing the platoon for its next deployment. It hadn't been but a few days since the battle that had rocked the fort, so many wounded were still outside the building and along the inner walls being treated.
But within the HQ, where many of the command staff of the militia were packing in and preparing work stations, one room in particular was rather absent of activity. The main command room, with its large holographic table in the center, only had the form of an impatiently busy governess and the tank-top'd form of Juno.
"She should be on her way here, Lieutenant... not much longer now." The Governess looked to the cross-armed man, then back to tapping her pad. "This woman has been with us for some time... I wish she had been able to train more of the militia before all this but-"
"No need to fret about it now," Juno gave a whirring wave-off of his fingers to interrupt her, squeezing the mechanical fist tight, "We're here as only the first of many, Governess. If this marine is good enough to fight, she'll be part of the platoon and division hoping to put an end to this mess."
The female Marine in question had finished her inventory of the militia's flimsy excuse of an armory before she made her way towards the main command room. It was unbelievably hot in Fort Puckett today, and they were authorized to walk around debloused. Her slender form was clad in an issue tank top over her least ratty Nepleslian Marine uniform pants, boots and gun belt.
She took a moment outside the door before she knocked to announce her presence. "Private First Class Wilde, reporting." She waited for the acknowledgement at the door.
Ngozi looked first, with Juno a hair behind before the large Kuznyetski male extended and beckoned her in with his large hand.
"Come on in, Private. We were just speaking about you." Juno looked to the nearby table and its lack of chairs, but then over to the stack of paperwork and tablets that made a neat pile at least somewhat opposite of both the Governess and himself. "Maybe sit there."
The Governess, however, wasn't content to stay standing beside the large male. Instead, the small Nepleslian woman moved over and sat on the end of the large table so that her prosthetic legs glimmered with the orange lights of its emitters, crossing them in a way that her skirt rode just above the knee.
"I told you she was tough-looking. Miss Wilde has been quite the boon to the planetary locals!"
"Thank you, sir." Autumn entered the room, closing the door softly behind her as she walked to the directed chair. Her military bearing had not suffered for her time on New Bernese as she rendered Juno a salute once she was close enough to him, waiting a moment for the return courtesy before speaking again. "The Governess has been a good hostess while I've been assigned here." For all purposes, her body appeared unenhanced by anything, save for hard work and manual labor.
"Tough looking doesn't belay competence, ma'am, but I appreciate the compliment," the Geshrin woman added with a polite smile.
"Good to hear," Juno looked at the rather smug and content woman on the table, "I'll make sure to make note of that."
Walking around and positioning himself not but a few paces away from Autumn, the large man halted once more to scan her unmodified form over himself. Ngozi took her time to watch from her slight distance away, but said nothing in the machine-humming quiet room. But thankfully for everyone, the Lieutenant finally gave a reaffirming nod and parted his arms, extending a metallic hand to meet her properly.
"Wilde, I hear that you've worked with some of the future transfers being brought in to help rebuild the 309th. In particular, I've heard that you have an expertise in destructive technologies and blowing everyone the fuck up. Think you'll be able to do that for the 309th by the end of the month?"
She took his hand and shook it firmly. "I'm already here, sir. I am ready to get back to being a Marine again. I haven't had a good bang since Rok'Veru, so I look forward to getting back to work." The demolitionist smiled up at the much larger Marine.
"Is that so? I guess everyone had their fill of it."
Releasing her hand, the Nerimium-tipped hand squeezing shut, Juno instead shifted his gaze into a quizzical raise of one brow.
"Are you okay fielding up in a Golem? The 309th aren't quite trusting the crews with the better gear yet, so you won't quite have access to an Aggressor or a Hostile."
"I should be fine with a Golem, it requires less complex maintenance. I haven't been in any sort of power armor since Rok'Veru, but the Instructor course had us in the Golems for more police action, riot control scenarios." The Marine nodded. "Hopefully, they'll let us use the Hostiles again, it'd increase the survivability of the Marines and the militia here. We might be able to retake the planet with tape and a few guns but it does us no good if we run out of bullets or if our enemies are using old Red equipment"
"Well, we won't run out of bullets. No one in Nepleslia could fire that many." Juno's voice alone carried his own experiences from his people's local shenanigans of firearms. "If we fight hard enough, however, they certainly won't ignore us and force us to fight in the dirt without suits of Durandium."
She'd hear the plop of the Governess returning to the floor, the ginger-haired gal moving around the far end of the table with her tablet-dancing fingers at work once more. Her eyes scanned over the two, but she finally smiled and approached from the side. She'd give a fine little stop, the working-woman looking to Juno.
"I take it this means you... would like to take her off our hands? The militia will have to make do, I suppose."
Autumn's gaze moved from the large Nepleslian man to the smaller Nepleslian woman. "I'm not going far, every child has to return home to their parents at some point. I've missed my family of the Corps." She added softly, the experience she had gained with the militia was valuable to her but she was a Nepleslian Marine, and needed to be with Marines. Her eyes moved back to the Nepleslian officer again, "If he wants me."
Her posture was still formal as if she had been called to attention. Dark green eyes continued to respectfully appraise the man as she waited. She didn't mind watching him, the officer was attractive.
The small governess could do little more than look to the large Nepleslian as well, the metal-fisted Lieutenant finally moving one hand to his jawline.
"I'll take you on board," his voice came out rather short and curt in comparison to before, "I expect nothing but the best, Private. And if your record and the Governess are to be believed, then you still have a lot more of your best to show to these Red-fakes and pirate scum."
Slowly lowering the cybernetic hand out and down, she'd feel the cold and heavy object. The grip was tough, squeezing her shoulder firmly with clear indication it could snap bone if the Kuznyetski so desired. But it was nothing more than a brief clasp and a pat before the hand dropped and he started for the door.
"When the briefing is held, I expect you to show up. You'll need to gather your gear as well... I hope you'll have enough time to close out your affairs with any locals? The usual things like shooting range memberships and Aethersperm knock-off concerts."
The noise of the 309th outside was fairly loud, the tank undergoing repairs and the group equally as occupied preparing the platoon for its next deployment. It hadn't been but a few days since the battle that had rocked the fort, so many wounded were still outside the building and along the inner walls being treated.
But within the HQ, where many of the command staff of the militia were packing in and preparing work stations, one room in particular was rather absent of activity. The main command room, with its large holographic table in the center, only had the form of an impatiently busy governess and the tank-top'd form of Juno.
"She should be on her way here, Lieutenant... not much longer now." The Governess looked to the cross-armed man, then back to tapping her pad. "This woman has been with us for some time... I wish she had been able to train more of the militia before all this but-"
"No need to fret about it now," Juno gave a whirring wave-off of his fingers to interrupt her, squeezing the mechanical fist tight, "We're here as only the first of many, Governess. If this marine is good enough to fight, she'll be part of the platoon and division hoping to put an end to this mess."
The female Marine in question had finished her inventory of the militia's flimsy excuse of an armory before she made her way towards the main command room. It was unbelievably hot in Fort Puckett today, and they were authorized to walk around debloused. Her slender form was clad in an issue tank top over her least ratty Nepleslian Marine uniform pants, boots and gun belt.
She took a moment outside the door before she knocked to announce her presence. "Private First Class Wilde, reporting." She waited for the acknowledgement at the door.
Ngozi looked first, with Juno a hair behind before the large Kuznyetski male extended and beckoned her in with his large hand.
"Come on in, Private. We were just speaking about you." Juno looked to the nearby table and its lack of chairs, but then over to the stack of paperwork and tablets that made a neat pile at least somewhat opposite of both the Governess and himself. "Maybe sit there."
The Governess, however, wasn't content to stay standing beside the large male. Instead, the small Nepleslian woman moved over and sat on the end of the large table so that her prosthetic legs glimmered with the orange lights of its emitters, crossing them in a way that her skirt rode just above the knee.
"I told you she was tough-looking. Miss Wilde has been quite the boon to the planetary locals!"
"Thank you, sir." Autumn entered the room, closing the door softly behind her as she walked to the directed chair. Her military bearing had not suffered for her time on New Bernese as she rendered Juno a salute once she was close enough to him, waiting a moment for the return courtesy before speaking again. "The Governess has been a good hostess while I've been assigned here." For all purposes, her body appeared unenhanced by anything, save for hard work and manual labor.
"Tough looking doesn't belay competence, ma'am, but I appreciate the compliment," the Geshrin woman added with a polite smile.
"Good to hear," Juno looked at the rather smug and content woman on the table, "I'll make sure to make note of that."
Walking around and positioning himself not but a few paces away from Autumn, the large man halted once more to scan her unmodified form over himself. Ngozi took her time to watch from her slight distance away, but said nothing in the machine-humming quiet room. But thankfully for everyone, the Lieutenant finally gave a reaffirming nod and parted his arms, extending a metallic hand to meet her properly.
"Wilde, I hear that you've worked with some of the future transfers being brought in to help rebuild the 309th. In particular, I've heard that you have an expertise in destructive technologies and blowing everyone the fuck up. Think you'll be able to do that for the 309th by the end of the month?"
She took his hand and shook it firmly. "I'm already here, sir. I am ready to get back to being a Marine again. I haven't had a good bang since Rok'Veru, so I look forward to getting back to work." The demolitionist smiled up at the much larger Marine.
"Is that so? I guess everyone had their fill of it."
Releasing her hand, the Nerimium-tipped hand squeezing shut, Juno instead shifted his gaze into a quizzical raise of one brow.
"Are you okay fielding up in a Golem? The 309th aren't quite trusting the crews with the better gear yet, so you won't quite have access to an Aggressor or a Hostile."
"I should be fine with a Golem, it requires less complex maintenance. I haven't been in any sort of power armor since Rok'Veru, but the Instructor course had us in the Golems for more police action, riot control scenarios." The Marine nodded. "Hopefully, they'll let us use the Hostiles again, it'd increase the survivability of the Marines and the militia here. We might be able to retake the planet with tape and a few guns but it does us no good if we run out of bullets or if our enemies are using old Red equipment"
"Well, we won't run out of bullets. No one in Nepleslia could fire that many." Juno's voice alone carried his own experiences from his people's local shenanigans of firearms. "If we fight hard enough, however, they certainly won't ignore us and force us to fight in the dirt without suits of Durandium."
She'd hear the plop of the Governess returning to the floor, the ginger-haired gal moving around the far end of the table with her tablet-dancing fingers at work once more. Her eyes scanned over the two, but she finally smiled and approached from the side. She'd give a fine little stop, the working-woman looking to Juno.
"I take it this means you... would like to take her off our hands? The militia will have to make do, I suppose."
Autumn's gaze moved from the large Nepleslian man to the smaller Nepleslian woman. "I'm not going far, every child has to return home to their parents at some point. I've missed my family of the Corps." She added softly, the experience she had gained with the militia was valuable to her but she was a Nepleslian Marine, and needed to be with Marines. Her eyes moved back to the Nepleslian officer again, "If he wants me."
Her posture was still formal as if she had been called to attention. Dark green eyes continued to respectfully appraise the man as she waited. She didn't mind watching him, the officer was attractive.
The small governess could do little more than look to the large Nepleslian as well, the metal-fisted Lieutenant finally moving one hand to his jawline.
"I'll take you on board," his voice came out rather short and curt in comparison to before, "I expect nothing but the best, Private. And if your record and the Governess are to be believed, then you still have a lot more of your best to show to these Red-fakes and pirate scum."
Slowly lowering the cybernetic hand out and down, she'd feel the cold and heavy object. The grip was tough, squeezing her shoulder firmly with clear indication it could snap bone if the Kuznyetski so desired. But it was nothing more than a brief clasp and a pat before the hand dropped and he started for the door.
"When the briefing is held, I expect you to show up. You'll need to gather your gear as well... I hope you'll have enough time to close out your affairs with any locals? The usual things like shooting range memberships and Aethersperm knock-off concerts."
