SirSkully
Well-Known Member
- RP Date
- Ye 42
- RP Location
- YSS Shiroyama
The rangers would be greeted in one of the station’s armoury by that same saint-suited woman who’d been shrouded in shadows speaking to Kimber during their pre-briefing briefing, now sitting atop a small pallet of crates loading rounds into a magazine one by one with not even a glance up towards the approaching rangers, next to her lay a somewhat stubby-looking though clearly master-crafted Nodachi sheathed in some strange clamp-like scabbard attached to a mechanical armature and a belt of sorts – its surface gleaming with the shine of some exotic alloy that had been folded too many times to count.
She seemed very no-nonsense, filling the magazine and tapping it against the crate she was sat on before stowing it in her vest and moving on to the next magazine, pale white eyes only now rising to meet the team.
“Itto Juni Akuma Reisu,” the woman introduced herself rather flatly, wasting little time on mannerisms and pretending like she was here to be nice, topping off the magazine in record time and tap-checking it like its predecessor before slotting it into the magwell of her nearby type 41 rifle that had been kitted out to act as a DMR.
“I am here to oversee your operation today, you have half an hour to prepare whatever you need for a planetside investigation but pack light because if you fall behind you will be left behind to be collected when we extract – intelligence is of the upmost importance for this mission and we cannot waste time dragging those unfit for their assigned purpose,” she continued, not coming off as bitchy so much as just to the point, they were rangers afterall so some hard truths weren’t anything new.
Reisu stood with a small huff and moved her saint suit-clad hands to affix the belt to her waist, armature shifting itself to hold the sword up over her back in a practical manner that kept it out of the way, her cold demeanour matched by the room’s climate-controlled chill as those dead eyes glanced over the team with a judging glare.
“Reports indicate a ship marked as a cargo shuttle has been making flyovers between Besukyanpu and the settlement due east of its position though has been seen briefly landing in a remote part of Tett-Tre the past 3 weeks, landing at its destination a few hundred kilograms lighter than it left and alongside this strange seismic activity has been picked up by our sensors though they have been erratic at best and may well be an unrelated natural phenomenon – given recent… incidents however it is our job to investigate and keep a low profile while doing so – any questions yet?” Reisu informed them, she had a very stoic and no-nonsense aura even when compared to the other brooding black-panels of the SAOY, indicating maybe some deeper form of discipline than what might be expected of even someone in her position.
She seemed very no-nonsense, filling the magazine and tapping it against the crate she was sat on before stowing it in her vest and moving on to the next magazine, pale white eyes only now rising to meet the team.
“Itto Juni Akuma Reisu,” the woman introduced herself rather flatly, wasting little time on mannerisms and pretending like she was here to be nice, topping off the magazine in record time and tap-checking it like its predecessor before slotting it into the magwell of her nearby type 41 rifle that had been kitted out to act as a DMR.
“I am here to oversee your operation today, you have half an hour to prepare whatever you need for a planetside investigation but pack light because if you fall behind you will be left behind to be collected when we extract – intelligence is of the upmost importance for this mission and we cannot waste time dragging those unfit for their assigned purpose,” she continued, not coming off as bitchy so much as just to the point, they were rangers afterall so some hard truths weren’t anything new.
Reisu stood with a small huff and moved her saint suit-clad hands to affix the belt to her waist, armature shifting itself to hold the sword up over her back in a practical manner that kept it out of the way, her cold demeanour matched by the room’s climate-controlled chill as those dead eyes glanced over the team with a judging glare.
“Reports indicate a ship marked as a cargo shuttle has been making flyovers between Besukyanpu and the settlement due east of its position though has been seen briefly landing in a remote part of Tett-Tre the past 3 weeks, landing at its destination a few hundred kilograms lighter than it left and alongside this strange seismic activity has been picked up by our sensors though they have been erratic at best and may well be an unrelated natural phenomenon – given recent… incidents however it is our job to investigate and keep a low profile while doing so – any questions yet?” Reisu informed them, she had a very stoic and no-nonsense aura even when compared to the other brooding black-panels of the SAOY, indicating maybe some deeper form of discipline than what might be expected of even someone in her position.