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I do take a little offense to the insinuation that I'm not here to actually RP. I've been too shy to go seek anyone else out, so maybe you got that impression, but Corden invited me along so I could RP with him, since my character and his have a history in another medium that we were very...

Shilan held her helmet close to her hip as she crouched down, peering out of the nearby window and pushing some stray hair from her face. If she squinted, she could see Corden in the distance, and her helmet’s HUD would likely make that easier still. Another armored woman leaned against the wall...

“You know just how to make my day, don’t you, cyar’ika?” Shilan’s lips stretched into a grin beneath her helmet as she hefted her rifle, watching the three supercommandos move away from them. Her visor swiveled back to the stretch of wall in front of them, falling quiet as she considered it. The...

It was nice, not having to speak. Shilan didn’t like speaking. Words were so useless, so easily misunderstood, even in battle. She accepted the detonators from Corden with a brief dip of her head in silent thanks, her attention briefly turning to her vode. Everyone was ready, it looked like, and...

NAME: Shilan Vencu DESIRED RANK: Corporal (if that's okay, I can deal with going lower too!) SKILLS: Special Operations LINK TO PROFILE: Shilan be'aliit Vencu I was a little slow on the uptake for posting this. That's what I get for being new and very easily confused. ):

Shilan wasn’t one for waiting. It made her nervous, and when she got nervous, she started shooting things. As soon as Corden had straightened up and started speaking, she was moving around the fallen tank, taking advantage of the confusion to move. The others would come with her; she didn’t...

“Aren't I always,” she quipped, checking her power pack one last time. She was nervous, not afraid, but nervous. That didn’t bother her. Anyone who wasn’t nervous in battle was stupid. Stupid and needlessly reckless. Shilan was called that on a pretty regular basis, but she wasn’t dead yet, so...

Shilan’s shoulder hit the berm- no, that wasn’t sand, that was a tank, a kriffing repulsor tank- harder than she’d meant it to as she dropped down. That would hurt later. Cleaning the sand out of her armor later was going to be one hell of a chore, too. Still, she’d been in worse positions… and...

I'm new here, but for what my two cents are worth... I had a stint where I played three or more at a time. I just had so many ideas I wanted to work with. But I always wound up favoring one over the other, usually whoever had the most electric personality. In the last few years, I got to be very...

“So we’re making our own door? I never have been a fan of knocking.” Shilan lifted her rifle briefly in her hands to check the power cell, but it was as fully charged as it had been thirty seconds ago the last time she’d looked. Never hurt to be careful. She’d gone into one too many fights with...

The last dropship hit the ground with a definitive thud, drowned out by the deafening roar of battle. Or, Shilan thought, the remnants of the battle; it was already clear who had won, and she’d arrived a little too late to really help the combat landing go over smoothly. It didn’t particularly...

Typo in my PM... enough = about*. I felt a whole PM about a typo would be wasted. :P

Right now we're just doing some interim social-ish RP on board the ship and waiting for interrogations to finish, I think.

Weren't you going to afk like 20 minutes ago? But yes. Any time Shilan gets to make a creative, ill-concieved threat is a time that I'm happy.

And a post from me. Hooray, cranking out posts while we're all actually around!

Shilan nodded slowly as Tesla spoke. Yes, she liked him well enough. He meant what he said, and someone had raised him right if he was that opposed to leaving a man behind. She wasn't impressed, but impressing her was nigh impossible. The word 'pleased' worked better, she decided, and settled on...

Not great writing, but it's a post. Gives us something to do until they finish up in the interrogation thread. Edit: I somehow didn't post this until 10 minutes after my post. WTF, internet, WTF. That was referring to me, not uh, not a jab at anyone's writing skills. XD Sorry.

Eh... not my best writing, but oh well. At least it's done.

Shilan folded her arms loosely beneath her chest, letting one of her hands flex and curl into a fist. She relaxed it, then repeated the motion a few times before she felt calm enough to stop; it was better than betraying herself otherwise. Her helmet inclined in Corden's direction, which was...

I'll get that out of the way right off the bat then.