Soaring down out of the sun in the west, the crew's Elysian soldier swooped into the dust near the ramp with a solid four-point landing, standing up straight a moment later to give Eden an Elysian salute, which she quickly turned into a Star Army one. "Santô Hei Navian, Empyrean, reporting for duty, Taii." At 196 cm, never mind her wingspan, Navian left a long shadow over the gunship as she arrived, and in a less tangible sense, a bit of a black cloud hung over her career so far.
In the two months since she'd joined the Star Army, she'd been present for two battles and two defeats, each where the cargo she guarded was lost, a Star Army shuttle was captured, the enemy escaped with light casualties, and Navian herself had been left unconscious. Worst of all, both battles had been deep within Yamataian territory, where no enemy should have been found. Rumour had it she was cursed... Her luck had not been much better before she joined, she'd been rejected year after year until recently.
Despite all that, she had the look of a very serious career soldier about her. The repairs to her duty uniform where it had been shot through were barely perceptible, though her NSP and its holster still bore the marks of rough use. It could be said she brought experience to the crew, though one might take care when describing what kind.