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RP NSS Wrath of Nepleslia [Mission 1] Shadow of a Gilded Age

RaWolfe

Staff Member
🌸 FM of Yamatai
🦊 FM of Neshaten
🎖️ Game Master
Deck 09

On his way after a good laugh at the armory, Bruce walked through the hallways of the ship and winked at some cute girls that were in their nice training suits and gave the obvious flirts that never really worked out for him. It was his way to keep distance and yet keep a profile with people, that he was called the player on many assignments he didn't mind. The military gave him a way to get out of his system as he entered the training area that got him summoned in the first place seeing already a collective people coming together "Oh boii what is the show going down here?" He saw the Sergeant giving a show and grins a bit leaning at a console at the side looking at it.

Then another spoke to give the speech as to how good the person was after himself. Bruce initially didn't respond to it, wanting to give the others some speech to brag about stuff "I wouldn't mind to show off the good olé fighting there mate" He gave some steam to the conversation.
 

BloodyScarlet

Well-Known Member
Deck 09

Ramona and Cynder looked over at the others in the room, they had hoped for a nice calm spar with each other and yet now. There was a guy who had just winked at a few of the other girls in the room, the Sergeant doing practices in VR and just having to PT with the others were all stuff the twins weren't looking forward to that much, they would happily spar, or chat with the others but this forced stuff seemed a little boring to them.

Ramona laughed a little "As long as you can spar like that against a real enemy so I don't have to patch you up between every fight." This was more of a tease than anything, Ramona enjoyed helping people, but after the years of making sure to fix the cuts and wounds of her sister, she has learnt to make a joke of most of it. Cynder listened to everyone and chuckled at the proposition on the guy who winked at the girls "I would definitely pay to see that fight."
 

demibear

Staff Member
🎖️ Game Master
Character Forum Mod
Hanger 18 PR Office

Hiroshiko was not far from the PR office, busy reading what unclassified information she could gather about the ship's internal systems. It helped her know where she could apply her skills, Nepleslian ships certainly did look far simplier compared to Yamataian ships. Before she that train of thought could derail, her recieved the message notification in her vision.

Pulling it up to read, she immediately made her way over to Lt. Dells.

"Mizumitsu reporting sir!" Hiroshiko said as soon as she arrived at the PR office and stood in front of him.

Deck 09


Misakura was really dedicated to her physical fitness. She was like that before she joined the Star Army of Yamatai, but it went tenfold when she joined the Giretsu.

She arrived earlier than the expected time to arrive and started doing push-ups in her Nepleslian fitness uniform as she waited. She would start her warm-up 2 mile run to the 5 mile run, but she didn't want to look like she is bragging.

"1, 2, 3, 1.
1, 2, 3, 2." Misakura counted off in a cadence as she went up and down.
 

Fernorious

Member
Deck 17


Private Shahad looks over from the panel he had been wrenching back into place as his officers head appears in his peripheral view. He turns back to finish his work as Barná rattles off his question. Picking up the small handheld lamp beside him, he Test clicks it on and off before handing it to Barná without turning.
„To answer your question, Sirrah. Ze Dreamers have taught us in ze bast to seek self improvement. When ze opportunity came to travel beyond our borders and expand my knowledge, I took it.“
He finishes tightening the plate back into position and sets his tools down just in time to be startled by Barnás shocked outburst. Supposing that the Ensign is unharmed, and simply startled himself, Shahad gathers his tools to move to his next task of rewelding a few damaged joints.
„It is not surprising zat your, bartner, has not told you much. It is obvious she shares little in common wiz our homeworld. Her kind have always seen zemselves as different.“
 

Jack Pine

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FM of NDC
🎖️ Game Master
Character Forum Mod
Horus was up earlier then most, his physiology not needing much sleep, on top of the life long training. He had been up in the very early hours of the day, performing maintenance on his armor. When the message arrived, the Tsumi was just replacing one of the plate covers on a leg section.

The man tried to reply at first by bringing a keyboard on his vision, but was given a headache with the eye tracking controls. Rubbing a temple, he switched it to an AR projected keyboard infront of him. Much more comfortable now, Horus began to type, thankful for the built in translation software.

{Dear Grand Admiral Barna. Will be there shortly, am finishing a bit of work, and must change back into my duty uniform. Please expect my arrival in the next ten minutes or so.} He typed before doing as he sent, not needing to wash up thankfully as the task had not been messy.

Putting on the well maintained issued uniform, with not a wrinkle apparent, he walked through the corridors down to the mess. The man was still trying to adjust to much smaller people in the tight confines of a ship not meant solely for people of his build. Passing others and making way when needed, but making it on time regardless.

Grabbing a tray and coffee from the dispensary, Horus found where the admiral was seated, and took a spot respectfully near. "I hope I have not missed anything Grand Admiral? I was up doing maintenance on my armor this morning.", He said in greetings as he took his seat.

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A certain Iroma had already been getting food and drink as her lover sent the message. Thankfully, the timing was perfect as she stepped up for her turn, having been behind a certain 10ft tall four armed, oni like man with horns. She gave a tired sigh, still getting used to being up so early in the morning, as it was quite different then the idol's normal sleep schedule. Betty ordered two trays, coffees, and an orange juice in portable containers as she stepped up, and taking them as dispensed.

Carrying the hot containers as she left, passing by the admiral and Horus with a wave. As she saw Ali though, she gave a subtle wink and blown kiss. Then passing through the corridors with the usual small waves and greetings, as she made her way to the lifts. Coming down to the hangar, cursing giving her more then a breadcrumb trail to follow.

"You know dear, if you have that kind of lung capacity, I'm surprised you never took up swimming as a hobby. Also, good morning Mr. Shahad, I hope he's been pleasant working company?" Betty said in greetings to announce her present before setting the food down on a equipment crate. Lifting herself up to take a seat atop on the other side of the crate top. "You said there was something important hun?"
 
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