Sarpinari

Seems like we're done.

[ where all da people at mang? ]

Redd filed onto the ship behind the others, and seized the seat that she could find closest to the door, the idea being that as soon as they landed, she would be the first one to disembark and ensure that it was clear for the others. With her armored suit and her array of weapons, it made sense that it should be her. She settled herself in somewhat uncomfortably, her suit and the myriad gear that she carried making it rather difficult to sit down, much less buckle in. It took some fiddling, but she finally managed to get the buckles done. With the wait ahead of her, she took the opportunity to check over her gear again, familiarizing herself with the bits and pieces that she wasn't so familiar with and reaquainting herself with the ones that she already knew well. When that was done, she folded her hands over her bulky lap and tried to relax, settling her head back against the bulkhead as best she could and closing her eyes beneath the helmet, preparing herself mentally for the mission to come.

Redd felt her lip slowly curling in disgust at Richard’s grandiose and showboating boastfulness. This was the man that she was expected to follow, even unto the jaws of death if needs be? He reminded her, she realized, of the very worst security heads that Nanotrasen had expected her to afford her loyalty and obedience – over-inflated opinions of themselves mixed with an apparent lack of knowledge in what they were actually doing and what their job entailed. She hoped she was wrong, but she could foresee issues in the future with this ‘team leader’. One thing that had often gotten her into trouble in her Nanotrasen days had been her inability to hold her tongue to keep from speaking out against her immediate superiors when they displayed callous brashness or simply an apparent lack of intelligence. Most of the time she had been right, which was why she had never ended up on charges. She didn’t know, yet, if Ocitox would be as lenient. For now, however, she held her tongue, though made no attempt to conceal the disgust in her expression as they made their way to the equipment room. Redd stood in the doorway of the equipment room and gave herself a moment to calm down as she looked up and down the rows of lockers and the tables full of gear. There was so much to choose from, and much that she thought could be useful. She knew what she wanted, though, and she made her way to the center of the room, finding a locker with “Corr’Sair’ stenciled on the front. Popping it open, she saw inside all of the equipment she had written on the requisition form prior to the briefing; an armored void-capable suit, adapted to be worn by Tajara; a standard laser rifle, like the kind found in most common armories; an energy pistol with stun and lethal settings. She buckled a webbing vest around the torso of her suit, giving her numerous pockets and pouches and places to attach her gear. A flash, a few flashbangs, and extra power cells for her equipment – all of it went into the webbing pouches. The final piece in the locker, Redd removed with a slight grin of satisfaction – a standard stun baton of the variety used by security forces the galaxy over. She pressed the activation stud on the grip, and the prod on the end crackled to life with the stun field. A moment later, she switched it off and hooked it to her belt. The final piece of equipment she took, and the only thing she hadn’t requisitioned herself, was one of the silenced ballistic pistols, nestled into its holster and hooked onto the back of her belt, resting against her lower back, along with a few spare clips in her webbing pouches. Armored in her suit and fully equipped with an array of weaponry, Redd made her way to the back of the chamber, and found the helmet that was destined for her, a modified version of the helmet being used by the others to accommodate for her non-human head. She turned it over in her hands, examining it, and then slid it over her head, feeling and hearing a click and a slight, pressurizing hiss as the helmet instantly integrated with her suit. This was… new, and exciting, too. The helmet may have been among the most high-tech pieces of equipment she had ever used. She flipped through some of the controls on the HUD, familiarizing herself with the basics. A few seconds later, once the helmet interfaced with her suit and with her, the word “RED” appeared on the blank strip – in bright red lettering, of course. “History books are NOT the point.” Redd said aloud as she checked over her equipment one final time, making sure she had everything, that it all seemed to be in working order, and that it was all tightly secured. The words flitered through her helmet’s external speaker, adding a slight crackle to her voice that made her heavy Tajaran accent seem somehow sinister. “If everything goes well, no one should ever know our names, or that we were there at all.” She had a feeling, a nagging and insistent one, that Richard’s desire for glory and his urge to ‘do something cool before he died’ was going to lead to more deaths than just his own. Ready at last, Redd’Ena made her way over to the airlock and stopped in front of Livingstone. “Redd is armed and ready, major.” She declared, giving a little half-salute – saluting was difficult in an armored void-suit loaded down with equipment!

(( You guys realize that he said you don't actually WRITE on the helmet? ))

(( So, like, is this done already, or... what's happening here? ))

Redd’Ena Corr’Sair was the first to arrive at the meeting, the tall, lithe Tajaran female slipping into the darkened briefing room before any of the others had arrived, flashing her clearance to the door guards, who gave her odd looks as she passed. She was used to that by now, and had learned to ignore it; her kind were still rare outside of Ahdomai and Nanotrasen. While she waited, she wandered the charts and boards, the displays and monitors, gleaning all she could about their mission from the information on display, her piercing blue eyes absorbing any information she could see, her tail slowly flicking behind her in a subtle gesture of anticipation. As the others began to arrive, the Tajaran faded back, standing in the darkened spaces around the raised platform, between the charts and the glowing monitors; the dim light caught her ash-grey fur, making her seem somewhat like a ghost haunting the briefing room. It came as little surprise to her once the other five team members had arrived that she was the only non-human among them. When, finally, the finally piece of the equation arrived in the form of Major Livingstone, Redd stepped back into the light fully, closing around the briefing table to be informed of the mission, her ears perked up attentively and her hands resting on the table in front of her, blue eyes fixed solely on the major unless directed elsewhere. It sounded fairly straightforward, and just like the kind of thing that she’d been warned that she could expect when Ocitox had signed her contract. “Hmm…” The Tajaran hummed, the sound coming off like a low growl in her throat. “Certain chance of death…” She mumbled. “Small chance of success…” Her blue eyes shifted once more over to the major. “Redd has but two questions, Major.” She said, forming the words easily, though she had never lost the heavy accent of Ahdomai, and still spoke in that ordered, third-person cant. “Where can Redd find equipment, and when do we begin?”

*Name/alias: Redd’Ena Corr’Sair (Redd/Red) *Team role: Combat Specialist (or heavy weapons, if need be) *Gender: Female *Race: Tajaran Preferred Gear: ((See Lore Summary for more information)) +Laser Rifle +Energy pistol (with both stun and lethal settings), +standard-issue Stun Baton (a personal preference from her security days) +Standard combat armor (Tajaran adapated) +Other equipment as needed Age: 36 Faction: ((See Lore Summary for more information)) Ocitox Intergalactic (formerly Nanotransen) Appearance: A tall, lithe Tajaran, corded with lean muscle, with strikingly blue eyes and light, ash-grey fur. Backstory: Growing up in The Snowy Mountains of Ahdomai shortly after Nanotransen began their colonization of the planet, Redd’Ena was born the 6th child to a family of hunters who provided food for the village in which they lived. She grew up learning her way around the plains, learning how to track animals, how to kill them, and how to fight if needs required. It was these very skills that eventually brought her to Nanotransen’s attention. Seeing the skills that her upbringing had provided her, Redd’Ena was approached by an NT recruiter, who believed that her skills would make her an invaluable asset to their corporate security sector, especially on their deep-space research stations where things could go from bad to worse at the drop of a hat. Seeing an opportunity both to leave the cradle of her birth, and provide more for her family that simply hunting would allow, Redd jumped on the offer, and with the blessings of her parents was whisked away to a Nanotransen training headquarters to begin her training. For years, Redd’Ena served Nanotransen loyally, doing all that they asked, protecting their assets and their employees from all manner of threats, both internal and external. Despite Nanotransen’s inherent racism against her species, Redd’Ena remained staunchly loyal, dismissing the racism and the claims as such, blissfully turning a blind eye. She was eternally grateful to them for giving her an opportunity that she had never dreamed possible. No longer, however. Through a series of long and painful events, culminating in the murder of someone very close and special to her (see attached record labeled [TOBU’RUNN KANO] [NOTE: RECORD REDACTED]) Redd’Ena discovered the truth about Nanotransen and their treatment of her people on the whole. Her resignation from her position was not long in coming. After returning to Ahdomai for a few years, she grew disillusioned with the state her homeworld was in after her being away for so many years, and she sought new employment with several corporations before finally being hired on by Ocitox, who saw her as being a potentially valuable employee with her former security and combat history. Would you like this character to be an antagonist, if an antagonist setting is chosen? Y() N(X) ((See Extra for more information.))