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soulwitch·:

“Sometimes you need to hold a firearm just to survive and get by.” Eloisa spoke, a little weak in voice, but she still managed to remain upright. Wounds under the clothes were slowly healing, she was lucky to have pulled the bullets out earlier, less they be dropping on the floor after being forced out.

Painfully, she walked with the ground, little to no choice at all, and this commander wasn’t giving into a lick of sympathy, how troublesome. No doubt the deal she did have was long gone, missed the appointed time due to this capture.

“Its Eloisa. And I don’t need a medic, I only need to be released.” The last thing she wanted was some medic to actually come in and look at her, wondering why this scar covered pale body had no more bullet holes, and despite being a little frail, she would otherwise be fine.

If anything.. she just needed a nice bite for the next few days to come, though she doubted she could get that off this woman yet, too many dolls around. “Let’s just get the talking over with please?” Again wishing to avoid the medic.

There wasn’t a lick of compassion from her aside from the basic help that she was required to give. An enemy or not, letting her bleed out would be bad for business. This, of course, did not matter much when dealing with the Sangvis Ferri or any T-doll. Even if they looked practically like the real thing.

Nope, no easy escape for this girl. The t-dolls give the woman a light shove to get her inside the decent holding cell. Commander Nyte was quick to press a button, turning on the intercom. A two-way one, letting for easy communication while keeping her secured. “Maybe that would work out in the wild. Evil robots and the like put a hamper on survival.”

Something still bothers her. Even the toughest bastard she knew wasn’t going to be walking about unless enough adrenaline was pumping in his blood. No request for a medic, acting seemingly casual after being shot. She just stares at the women for a few moments.

“What are you doing in a G&K base?” She asks, raising an eyebrow. One of her hands gives a wave to most of the T-dolls, only two sticking around to guard the secured room the woman was in. “And why are you fine?”

Stranger Medical

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soulwitch·:

Ah there they were. A commander it seemed, one with a lot of confidence to their step too. Somewhat of an unfortunate encounter really, a more meek leader would be easier to just brush off this as unfortunate and be released, but she seemed rather serious. And well in control of her dolls, watching as they stepped back, weaponry all pointed at her. Leaving her to somehow stand on her own.

The pale woman, not too much out of place for people who looked her age, sickly looking maybe, but that could of merely been due to blood loss one would think. White hair, striking red eyes, almost like a sangvis header, yet with a far lighter coat on, grey and silver trims. 

“Griffin executes civilians now do they? Strange times we live in no?” Perhaps not, but when one stood before them with more injuries than a human could sustain, even Eloisa knew things weren’t looking well for her.

“What if I said I had Intel to share?”

Commander Nyte holds out a hand to the OTs-12 holding the weapon the intruder brought in, holding her hand there for a few moments. A clearing of her throat comes, before the T-Doll lets out a hushed, “Oh!” and brings it over. She glances over it, squinting her eyes. Then she removes the magazine and ensures the chamber is empty.

“Civilian, huh?” She then tosses the rifle off to her side. “I’ve had my fair share of dealing with non-uniformed combatants.”

That’s what you tell yourself. They were all combatants.

A hand moves up to her nose, pinching the bridge of it for a moment as she ponders her options. The feeling of uneasiness that built up in her was something she could easily hide, but she needed more time to think this one over.

“To the brig.” She commands, which the T-Dolls gladly follow. One circles around the backside of the woman, keeping her weapon pointed at her. The rest close up on their circle, keeping a tight formation. Nyte leads the way, going down a pair of stairs and through an elevator until they reach the impromptu brig.

A solid hunk of metal as a door, bulletproof glass. On the inside, a simple bed with a desk and chair sitting next to it. “A medic will be here shortly. Now, your name?”

Stranger Medical

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soulwitch·:

Starter for Nyte // @commandersdiscretion·

“Get off of me.” A harsh push against the t-doll trying to hold her steady, or was it merely hold her in place till a commander arrived. The strange white haited woman standing between a set of T-dolls fresh from a deployment. 

The woman herself, several bullet wounds on her legs and arms, one in her waist. Caught in the crossfire, her weapon confiscated by one of the dolls and acting quite stubborn in revealing who she was.

“If your commander coming? Can I go now?” Hard to let someone go who seemed actively operating in restricted areas, much less a human who seemed to be handling her injuries quite well.

An alert reaches her-- a message on her computer that glowed big and red. Hard to miss, really. She retrieves a glock from a drawer, chambered in 10mm. She pulls it back ever so slightly, making sure it was loaded before holstering it on a side holster below her red coat. Then she stands up and makes her way.

Vehicle Bay.

She trusts OTs-12 to hold any at bay. As she passes by the few vehicles the outpost had to find the sight. Bloodied...? Nothing like one of the Sangvis Ferri dolls produced. While not exactly a intimidating sight, she carried herself as if she was. A single wave of her hand and the T-Dolls slowly backed up, guns pointed at her.

Her nose twitches as she sniffs the air-- it surely did smell like blood. “You must know how these sort of things go.” Aggressive, despite being surrounded by T-dolls. ���Any reason why I shouldn’t execute you?”

Stranger Medical

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pulchramusae·:

@commandersdiscretion· // ???

     ( “ you’d be wise to speak carefully, “ the kitsune grits thru her sharpened teeth, “ seems you’ve caught me in my more terrible moods. if you wish to see the light of day the best option for you is to leave me in peace. “

Angry, territorial, all despite-- despite what? They were strangers, completely unaware of each other’s existence until this exact moment. The red-coated girl tilts her head, long twin-tails hanging in the air. She opens up her coat, slowly reaching for something out of it...

Not a gun, despite keeping one on her at all times. A pack of cigarettes, offering one towards the fox-eared girl. “I never really go with the best option.”

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Side muses should be, like...

Negev, FNC, Micro Uzi, IDW, and then maybe SOPMOD2 and ST AR-15...

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The thundering of the rotor blades filling her head as she jumps from the helicopter, thick boots hitting the ground. She squints her eyes as she tries to look past all the dust being thrown up into the air. Someone else slaps her on the back, shouting out, “Let’s go!” As she goes through the dirt-fog, she can hear the bullets ripping through the air and passing right by them. One of the bullets hit armor and flesh, tearing through both with ease. As she goes to help the soldier stay up, another burst of rounds tear into the wounded. She’s quick to fall down and glance down at her bloodied hands--

 Thwak. Her eyes slowly peel up, staring down at a stack of papers. The Pink-haired girl dressed in white and blue looking at her with bright eyes and a smile. “Sleeping on the job, Commander? Do I make you feel that safe?” Negev was her name, sometimes a weird girl due to her... way of words. A light sigh leaves the Commander’s lips as she takes the first set of papers and glances through it. She reaches for a cigarette and places it between her lips.

“There’s no smoking in here, Commander! Do I have to restrain you?”

“What a living hell...”