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Attention, Somerset Inner Sphere.
I am Nova Commander Wikolia Osis of the Smoke Jaguar Clan.
You will ask yourself why an Elemental with only one arm is a Nova Commander. My service record, and especially my ability to keep Star Commander Yazmin Corbett from running off to do something dezgra, should explain that.
This line of communication is now open if you require further context or have other questions.
Good day.
Laughter echoed through the small soldier's lounge at FOB Hawk.
"Not as if you are one to talk," Carmilla said snarkily. The batwoman lounged in a large luxurious chair - bought or pilfered in Coen City. "Falling for the American at first sight?"
"He is from the Columbia colony, he is not American," replied Ellis, exasperatedly - the enormous eagle man sat in a chair, thankfully one rated for Elementals.
"What is it like, already having a Clan, sibsis?" asks Gideon, the pretty, lithe, and callipygian foxman, laying on his stomach on the back of the couch.
"We have gone over this, Gideon," says Jacob, the rattlesnake man sitting on the couch as well, though in a much less flamboyant fashion. "She has always had a Clan."
"Which we all should aspire to," Anastasia chuckles. The immensely tall snow owl woman was leaning against the wall, relaxed and regal looking.
"That is why we are here, quiaff?" asked Garrett, the dolphin man rooting about in the kitchenette. "Get real combat experience, find a Khan for each of our Clans."
"Easier said than done, sibkin," Ilsa replied, tapping her long, curved raptor claws on the floor rythmically. "Where in the hell is Sealth? Busy being a big shot with the Black Watch, no doubt."
"On the contrary. Having my fins torn off by the commander for not exactly doing my job." Appearing would probably be the best way to describe how the orca totem-warrior entered; one moment, the corner of the lounge by the door was empty. The next, nearly 10 feet of cetacean-human hybrid was standing there.
He was dressed for off-duty, or at least, as much as he could be; the cybornetics that connected him to his seakin weapons officer and mech both (even a specially designed neurohelmet could only do so much for someone of his shape) were still present, of course, but the rest of his gear was removed, replaced with a fairly standard (if large) military top and cargo pants. The floorboards bent slightly under his weight as he moved, until he was on proper solid ground; apparently the door to the lounge had a few inches between the floor itself and the ground beneath, but then, that was how it was in an FOB. The buildings were put down on whatever ground could be found and sometimes they didn't quite reach. "The Falcon was...displeased with the way we handled our last engagement. It seems even artillery shells and gauss rounds can move too slow in some cases." There was no frustration or malice in his voice, merely acceptance. His respect for Melissa far outweighed anything else. If she wished he and Tolki to do better, then by the Great Father and Puget Sound itself, they would.
"I may have to wait on my own Clan for a little while longer it seems."
❝ Tomorrow when the farm boys find this freak of nature, they will wrap his body in newspaper and carry him to the museum. But tonight he is alive and in the north field with his mother. ❞
#TWCHEADED, an independent, selective multimuse featuring multi-fandom original characters and other canon characters from disco elysium, hannibal, succession, greedfall, gundam, and more! Also featuring crossovers in pokemon, his dark materials, tes skyrim, and more! Duplicate and crossover friendly.
Hey, is shibari a normal part of SLDF Gunslinger training? Can’t find it in the old manuals I just dug up, but it was definitely there in my learning process.
You have not lived until you have beaten one of those Blakist techno-abominations to death with your own prosthetic arm.
I’m still convinced the MDCS makes the Argo swap places with its counterparts in other universes, that’s why you see so many Bull Sharks and so many people claiming to be the mercenary commander who helped Kamea liberate Coromodir.