Belonging {Open}

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The Lounge offers a wide variety of foods and drinks from all over the galaxy while looking on the breathtaking view of the stars above the 20-km long arrowhead hull of the Federation's most elite battleship.
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Laurel WinteShrine
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Belonging {Open}

Post by Laurel WinteShrine » 2017-10-21 08:50

Day in, day out. The days, weeks, had begun to wash together into a mix of hours and orders until she had lost count and the significance of following it all. She had lost weight in the last few months, the ship doctors attributing it to stress. Laurel knew that the horrible incident from a year ago had been the cause: It had left some sort of creature within her that came out and nipped at her in her quiet moments, breathed upon her when she tried to sleep and gave her strange dreams. It consumed her appetite, and many times more it had eaten up her sleep, her concentration, and she had become more than aware of this strange feeling that had housed itself so deeply within her being.

Laurel looked over at her uniform hanging crisply beside her bed, then out of the viewport from her quarters on the Presentable that looked out into the beyond.

Who are you?

Something stirred within her and Laurel was moved as if by strings, treading air across the floor and opened the cabinet in her bathroom. Someone’s fingers took a pair of scissors and a grabbed a fistful of the hair that rested down the length of her back. One cut, two, three; she soon had hewn away years from herself. Dark skeins of hair were now woven about Laurel’s feet, fetters to a timeline of mistakes, regrets, fears. She took in a deep, steadying breath and focused her gaze on herself in the mirror once she was satisfied that her hair was even: Still a dark, rich brown, her hair now curled about her shoulders and framed her face. Her eyes looked larger now, though tired if anything else. She had come back to her quarters in a hurry from her home on Neelanon and was still wearing her dark military jacket over an embroidered dress from home with pair of knee length boots. A mix of the old Laurel, and what she had hoped could be the new.

Who do I want to be?

The change had been small and perhaps insignificant but had been her choice and hers alone. Not family, not the military, not the Empire... and nothing untoward had happened. A small something to feed the creature within her and keep it quiet for now.

Before she could change her mind she had grabbed her keys and was walking through the corridors to go somewhere, anywhere. It was time to show this New Laurel the world and the promise of autonomy was sweeter still.
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Post by Maximus » 2017-10-21 10:28

Days dredged by in a monotony that barely distinguished one from the next. For a soldier, he had been stuck on that frontier world way too long. Despite finally being reassigned with his unit. He could still smell that humid air, the everglades rustle and the sounds of countless wildlife. It had been a tedious and mind-numbing posting. Though the boredom was broken occasionally with wetland warfare training. If one could call that a break...

Maximus stood in his quarters. He carefully shaved his head and face. When he was finished he looked at the bronzed and toned young man. Despite being in his 20s, the service had left its mark on him. Mentally, the time had aged him to view the world with a less idealistic view. Physically, his body had some scars from minor injuries during combat as well as training. Yet, for all this the calm and solid soldier wasn't entirely as he seemed.

So much as changed since that first day and first year. Who am I and where is it that I want to go? I am still where I was standing all that time ago...

His sleep was invaded by the thoughts of what he wanted to accomplish and the time he had lost. He was approaching thirty much too fast. Sooner than he would like half his life would pass him by. What had he accomplished? So much left undone, not experienced and not said! He sighed and turned away from the mirror and exited the bathroom. In his locker there were clean uniforms. One was the precisely crisped dress uniform. The other was his Class B off-duty. He took out the off-duty uniform. The pants, shirt and the blousing jacket. After being satisfied with how it looked, his cleaned and shined boots went on.

Satisfied with his appearance he exited his quarters. A walk seemed like a good idea. At least it might help clear his head of all the questions as of late.

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Post by Abraxes Rancor » 2017-10-21 16:23

Abraxes Rancor sat at a table before a for sport. One hand typing on a datapad as he tried to tackle the voluminous logistics needs of Fourth Fleet.

He was visiting the Nemesis to talk to one of the Emperor's many subordinates in IMHARCO about proper equipment checks to court's stormtrooper detachments.

He had recently found... Several shipments of manufactural defects had been sent in lieu of proper equipment which was a dangerous thing in any circumstances. The Stormtrooper corps was the first line of defense and the tip of the spear to any of Fourth fleet's myriad number of duties, whether it be defending the system from an new republic attack or dealing with pirate scum.

Deficiencies in equipment were not acceptable. Moreover, the fact such were occurring at all stank of corruption somewhere along the supply line. Or worse, sabotage.

He had reported such to his local ISIS attached but a check of fourth's stores noted it was more of a widespread problem then he had thought.

They always said to check into whether MilINt was doing its job, hence the meeting with the IMHARCO member in about six hours.

He was just being prepared. Taking a swig of water from his own personal drinking bulb he sighed before stretching out his legs to relieve some cramps from all the sitting.

Thinking he would rather go for a walk to stretch his legs, Rancor sighed before going back to collate the relevant reports.

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