RP: The Silent Horizon [UNI-Open] From the Depths of Nightmares

Tysu's helmeted head turned down to observe Zhi'larra from behind that expressionless mask. Slowly, she reached up to the side of the helmet, opening a panel to remove a component and offer it.


Then it may be best to dispose of the body. I'll make it look like a Voidborn did it. It is good to meet you. I am Tysu Daran. Planetary Marines. Her Vesper was similar to her voice, low and growling like a rumble more felt than heard, but weak as though far away. She offered the object, her suit's body camera memory. Here. My helmet camera. Things are pretty bad right now. I got twenty trainees out there down two cadre. I'll talk to your Captain. But I need a weapon. All my gear is training or utility.

She reached across her body, pitching the corpse into the woods as though attacked by one of the creatures invading their shared home, her armor augmenting her strength to offer it distance before she double checked the grapple mounted on her wrist, showing a simple snare loop with a locking knot.

Perimeter

Zhi'larra tilted her head to look at the component briefly before accepting it into the palm of her hand.//"I think I have something for you, managed to grab a couple extra things. I am Zhi'larra Akhai, lets go see the captain and see what we can do to help you." //Zhi vespered to Tysu. She then watched as Tysu pitched the corpse into the woods, a pleasantly awestruck look on her face, that settled into a smile. Oh she definitely liked Tysu already, a worthy recipient for what was soon to be bestowed upon the large woman. //"Oh she's definitely one of ours. Planetary Marine instructor, was out on a trip with twenty trainees when shit hit the fan. Got separated from her group, we're heading towards you now Captain.// Zhi vespered to Jilae. "Follow me please, we're heading to meet the Captain. We'll stop by my gear on the way." she said to Tysu. With that Zhi'larra turned sharply on her heels heading back towards the communications tent.

Communications Tent

Quickly stopping where she had stored what little she'd been able to grap, Zhi'larra pulled up a niranium survival knife in its sheath. Then she pulled out an older PMR Artemesia, "Not much, but it is all I was able to grab on the way out. Will these do, for you?" she asked offering them to Tysu. She waited a moment to see if Tysu would accept them, then she walked the remaining short distance to their communications tent. Zhi'larra peaked into the tent, "Captain, whenever you have a moment." then she dipped back out to stand with Tysu.

Tysu didn't show it, but the PMR was a godsend to her, and she gently took the knife, locking its sheath across her lower back so that the blade faced down, handle pointed out from her hip and easily drawn.

Then she took the rifle, almost reverently, but with the same casual ease that would have been expected, clearing the weapon as she loaded its capacitor into her armor to charge. Then she went through the functions check and pulled the pulse matrix to double check it before slamming it home and tucking the weapon into a low ready on her chest. "This will do nicely, Zhi'larra. Let us go see the Captain," she chose to speak aloud, rather than use Vesper. Likely because that use earlier must have been a near shout for her. Whispers were never her strong suit.

But she followed dutifully, and waited outside as Zhi went and got the Captain.

As Captain Jilae Eitan stepped out from the tactical tent, her gaze settled on the imposing figure of the soldier before her. Standing at a modest 185cm, Jilae's presence was less about height and more about the authoritative air she carried effortlessly. Her duty uniform, though worn and frayed from the demands of combat and command, bore the signs of numerous battles ~ each thread a silent testament to survival and resilience.

"Welcome," she greeted, her voice carrying a mix of fatigue and firmness. Observing the soldier with a critical eye, she continued, "Good to see you survived, soldier. What is your name?" Without waiting for a response, she introduced herself, "I am Captain Jilae Eitan, and this," she gestured broadly to the encampment behind her, bustling with activity yet weighed down by the somber realities of war, "is our camp, at least for tonight."

She paused, her eyes briefly scanning the perimeter as if calculating the needs and numbers of her charges. "I’d offer you some soup, but I believe the last of it was consumed not long ago." Her gaze returned to the soldier, assessing her readiness for the task ahead. "There is a contingent of Iron Company soldiers en route, but they require an escort to meet us halfway. I need you and Zhi to handle this," she detailed the mission succinctly, the urgency underscored by her straightforward demeanor.

In the distance, the haunting rhythm of bombs falling on Vaalor City punctuated the air, a constant reminder of the war that raged on. Bombs meant there were still people resisting, meaning all was not yet lost.

"Tysu Daran, Shame of Jonas" spoke softly as she looked down at the woman, tilting her head before straightening into an attentive posture. "I've still got half of my suit's food and water. Thank you for your hospitality. Zhi gave me this rifle and a knife. I'll go get your errant Iron Company if you can spare one to recover my trainees. Or at least figure out what happened to them. They are not fully trained. But there's a chance for twenty three more fighters, three of which are instructors."

Following her eyes with her helmet. "We'll forage on the way. That was what my troop was training on."