TASK NAME:// ASTRAEA

indie starfighter oc. mechanic with a knack for weapon modification & human modification. don't worry, she's used to dirty jobs & terrible people----

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shelterinsilence:

Pup? Hadn’t heard that one yet. Mouse was the more favored nickname. A nice change, he supposed.

“Balisong.”

❝ Nice. Care to share? Or do your victims only get to see

the pretty piece of weaponry?  ❞

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gemsblood:

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   “Bonjour, Madame–!”         It was a playful greeting in a fluid language. Solveig enjoyed checking up on various fighters and navigators. It was a bit difficult to walk in her state, but it was worth it. 

   “How are you?”

❝ Guten tag, Frau Solveig. ❞

Russian accent is thick, though she is fluent in the language.

She frowns a little and motions toward the woman. 

❝ Bah----sit your ass down! You look like you’re about to pop 

you shouldn’t be running around like this-----  ❞ The flare of 

anger is a mere show of concern. Astraea steps toward her &

scowls, shaking her head. ❝ I’m fine----head hurts as per usual.

But you should be more concerned for yourself and whatever 

is is you’re about to spawn.  ❞ 

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shelterinsilence:

Deimos quirks a brow. Warden Officer? He hadn’t expected that, either.

“…nice to meet you.”

“Yeah, same to you щенок.” She smiles a little despite 

herself----he’s definitely a strange one. “ What’s your 

poison, then? Carving knife? Balisong?”

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shelterinsilence:

Knife fetish. Right, hadn’t heard that one before.

“Just passing by – I didn’t expect anyone to be here.”

To which she shrugs, raises her arms over her head and stretches.

Her spine pops a little and she sighs. “ Astraea, by the way. Warden

Officer----as if it makes much of a difference.” She snorts and then shrugs.

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shelterinsilence:

Deimos looks her up and down. He recognizes her face, but can barely remember a name. Oh well, at least they’re on equal footing.

“Deimos.”

“Oh----the kid with the knife fetish.” She smirks a bit at her own rather

terrible joke and shrugs. “Were you waiting long? Surprising anyone’s

here after hours.” 

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She rarely goes to the fighters’ quarters, but when the training simulation is

not in use she makes a habit to keep her old skills sharp. Astraea hasn’t even

broken a sweat when the simulation is complete, spouting off an 87.5%

accuracy rating. “ Oh fuck off.” Mutterings are toward the voice that tells her

of the inaccuracy in an all too cheery, robotic tone. It’s then that she notices

one of the newer fighters watching her through the glass and she shrugs. 

“All yours if you want it. “ She speaks once she’s exited the simulation area,

giving him a bland stare. “ Yeah, you definitely weren’t around when I was a

Fighter. Who’re you, again? Dei-something? “

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gemsblood:

    ——Solveig couldn’t help but giggle a bit.            “My fiance says the same thing…”    She commented, fooling with her ring idly.   “He’s done his own share of bad things and constantly says he doesn’t                      deserve me or my love.               But I don’t believe human beings can be truly bad in their right mind. People do morally bad things either to survive in this world or because they believe its the right thing. 

 You’ve got enough people to give you grief about your past. I don’t mind giving you some kindness in a world lacking such things.” 

❝ How the fuck do you end up sounding like my sister and my Navigator?  ❞

She shakes her head and sighs. ❝  Christ, Buttercup. Do you always worm

your way into old, putrid hearts so easily? ❞ 

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fyeahyayakosikova:

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gemsblood:

    “Hmm.”     She listened carefully to her words, keeping mental note of them in her head. She sipped on her glass again and leaned back in the chair she was sitting in, humming lightly      This woman was so far along in her life already, she seemed to have simply accepted the reality for what it was. A psychiatrist like Solveig really couldn’t do much but perhaps offer a simple friendship and kindness. 

 “Well, here, this may make things a bit easier—”             She reached into her bag for pain killers and water.

 “You might need it, considering you’re dehydrated as hell right now,” 

❝  ----oh. ❞ She stares at the items offered for a moment, almost as if she’s

expecting them to bite or simply explode. A few more seconds of silence 

pass as her cheeks turn red, a little flustered by even such a small act of

kindness----even if it is a part of the woman’s job. ❝  ....I. Thanks. ❞  A thing

she never says, yet this time she is being sincere. ❝  Yeah.  ❞  To which she

grabs the water and downs a couple of pills----more time to burn while she

struggles to speak. ❝ You’re-----fuckin’ weird. I never understood people like

you. People that will give kindness to even people like me.   ❞  You remind me

of my sister.

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gemsblood:

   —-Solveig was more than happy to take a glass of her own. This one seemed willing to speak out about her point of view, at least. It was reassuring to the doctor that the woman could do so.       She smiled lightly and took a sip of the wine given to her. 

  “I often hear that. I hear many fighters repeating what they’ve been told over and over again. That they’re bad people, dogs, animals. The whole list. 

 But my question is always, do you, yourself, believe that.         Do you think you’re an animal? Hm?

               Are those people right? ” 

❝  I was never a good person, Buttercup. I was a murderer as a

child & I have no intention of stopping.  ❞ Being a bad person has

kept her alive thus far----- ❝  And my reasons for doing good are

gone. I failed protecting both of them. Some fucking Fighter am I,

huh? S’why I requested to be reassigned in the first place.  ❞ She

shrugs, finishing off the glass and then, in a quite unladylike fashion,

began drinking from the bottle. ❝  So yes, they are right. I’m the same

trash that was sentenced to be a dog of war, just a bit older and more

rotten. S’not so bad, though. Warrant Officer salary is pretty good.  ❞  

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Ask my muse questions about their relationship with another character.

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infinitomuses:

I LOVE THESE PLEASE.

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gemsblood:

   —–Those words caught her attention. She set her bag down and pulled up a chair to sit across from the woman, hands folded neatly in her lap.       “I’m not so sure you understand my job at all,”             Her voice remained soft and even. 

  “Whatever your past is, that doesn’t matter to me. It doesn’t matter to anyone here. We’re in a war. You’re putting your life on the line, just as much as everyone else here. 

 The psyche evaluation is meant to make sure you don’t take your own gun and put it into your mouth, not to judge you on your life struggles.” 

❝  I probably don’t----I’m an uneducated animal from the colonies. Not some

 golden girl like Abel. ❞ She snorts and shrugs, sitting back down at

her office chair and fishing around her desk. Eventually she does find a bottle

of cheap wine. Astraea pours herself a glass before offering the bottle to the

doctor. ❝  And people say that, but it’s a fat lot of bullshit. Everyone says it 

doesn’t matter until something goes wrong----then the scum are to blame.

Every. Fucking. Time.  ❞ 

Astraea swirls the wine in her glass before taking a sip, words drawling out in a lazy

manner. ❝  I wouldn’t blow my brains out, Buttercup. Not a nice way to go. Keep it clean

& there’s a hell of a lot less paperwork. ❞  She does reach up to touch the wedding ring

that hangs just below her collarbones. ❝ I’ve lost the two people in my life I’ve ever cared

for and I’m still here. If only to spite the same fuckers that spout pretty little words then 

turn on you as soon as shit hits the fan. That good enough for your evaluation?  ❞ 

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gemsblood:

    —-A deep sigh passed her lips as she closed up her bag. There it was again. The same resistance, the same snarky quips. These fighters were like a big group of rowdy 5 year olds sometimes. 

    “I’ll let you come in when you want.             My office isn’t hard to find.” 

❝ Look---- you all ready have access to my files.

Arsonist, murderer, drug smuggler, organ harvester----

I don’t need a psychiatrist to tell me that I’m a shitty person.

I’ve been told that my entire life.  ❞

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selenethenavigator:

Selene throws his hands up in surrender.

“I-I’m sorry, Ma’am! I was told you needed my assistance with a project, but I can go if I’m in your way…”

Selene moves to leave the room.

❝  Fix it.  ❞ She says simply, stormy temper gone in an instant. If it’s not her

problem, it’s only a mild annoyance. Astraea makes a motion toward a rather

large handbook of architectural drawings and electric schematics. ❝  You can

start by fixing what you’ve gone and undone.  ❞ 

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gemsblood:

 —-She couldn’t help but chuckle and removed the needle, taking steps to dispose of it properly and put the blood sample away in her bag. The wound was wrapped quickly around her arm and she pat it lightly. 

 “Alright. We’re all done here.          I’m also the ship psychiatrist so I’d advise you schedule a psyche evaluation sometime as well.”

❝  ----spoiler alert: I’m an angry cunt that abhors pretty much

everything. ❞ She shrugs and yanks her top back on, quick to 

rezip----her nips were getting frosty, though she isn’t in quite a 

lewd enough mood to voice it. ❝  When’d be a good time for that?

Maybe, say, next millennium?  ❞