Postchivalry
Inactive Member
Hi!
I'm a 20-year-old university student in Sydney, and I was on Star Army for a brief stint. I'm a military buff, write a lot, watch some anime (Starship Operators and Full Metal Panic is fun), and would really like to make a home here. Specifically, I'm keen on joining the YSS Miharu, Aeon or Eucharis. They've great plot lines and sense of history. I'm very open as to creating a character. In fact, there's so much freedom and choice that I'd appreciate having to work with character/job needs.
Here is a brief example of what I can do:
Cheers!
I'm a 20-year-old university student in Sydney, and I was on Star Army for a brief stint. I'm a military buff, write a lot, watch some anime (Starship Operators and Full Metal Panic is fun), and would really like to make a home here. Specifically, I'm keen on joining the YSS Miharu, Aeon or Eucharis. They've great plot lines and sense of history. I'm very open as to creating a character. In fact, there's so much freedom and choice that I'd appreciate having to work with character/job needs.
Here is a brief example of what I can do:
"It's like the last job, all over again."
It was a tired old line, one that the Umibozu's CO delighted to pull out every time she gave a briefing on a fresh Area of Operations.
"Women getting raped, mutilated and shipped off-world for the slave trade. Warlords and militias fighting over the scraps. So on and so forth."
A staccato of high-res imagery beamed through the thick, smoke-filled recycled air. Captures of media video painted the bulkhead with the results of a planet-wide civil war that had gone a few generations too long.
"Our mission is two-fold. Firstly, we will deliver whatever supplies we have left to the Yamataian fleet detachment operating there. Our cargo is mission-critical. Medical supplies and food are, as per usual, scarce in the area of ops. Secondly, we will provide any support we can at the direction of the fleet CO."
The YSS Umibozu was a El-L1-1a Lanethron-class Cargo Ship, a real workhorse made to last. Unfortunately, like her crew, she had been forced to endure far too much. The Umibozu had a reputation for isolated tour of duties with very little creature comforts. Yet in a way, the Umibozu had earned her crew's fierce pride. Her independence from the naval mainstay and the rugged creativity of the Umibozu crew was the stuff of legend.
Case in point: Passage B-342B had been breached in a skirmish with a pirate flotilla that had bitten off more than it could chew. Usually, Damage Control (a team of one - the Umibozu's plucky mechanic, Ayami) would have sealed it off and noted it down for dry-dock repair. Unfortunately, B-342B was the only corridor to Chief Akechi Shika's improvised swimming pool; a cargo module pumped full of recycled water. Holding one's breath and crossing the passage had become a ritual for all five hands aboard, and served as an efficient if not entertaining metric by which the veteran personnel measured the fresh meat.
The high-res images kept flashing. Ugly. Shika folded his arms and shook his head. "Poor bastards."
He caught Ayami visibly flinching at the sight of ethnic cleansing up close.
New blood, Shika thought.
Cheers!