Thread: A New Crisis ~~ Erotica Maxima and SV

By the time that the airship had landed and the raven-haired medical-technician had tracked down her SOLDIER ward, Riven had about halfway nodded off to sleep. She didn't even hear the footsteps shifting in the coarse sand as the other woman approached her, something that normally would have never escaped the alert senses of the Shinra-made killing machine. It wasn't until Gracelyn called out that Riven was pulled from her dreamless state of near-slumber and her mako-infused eyes fluttered open. Immediately, Riven's gave ran along the length of the other woman's form. She certainly didn't look like she belonged in the field. They never did, of course - look like or actually belong, that is. Riven's first impression was that this was another throw-away sent to follow at her heels and bitch and moan about ever spec of dust and dirt that got on her pretty little face. At least there was that, Riven inwardly admitted to herself. If she was going to be babysitting a damn lad-jockey then at least this time they had sent her one that was pleasing to look at. Of course, when the time came to silence her, that would make doing so a little more regrettable. That's right - when , not if. Riven was normally pretty happy and playful outside of her duties to Shinra, but killing her medical techs was one aspect of her life that she had become quite cynical and bitter about. It would happen, eventually. Riven would need to push herself and this woman would have to save her. Maybe not today or tomorrow. Maybe not this month or this quarter. Eventually, though, the time would come. It always did. If there were two things that Riven was known for, it was her disobedience and the way that she looses herself in a real fight. Once Riven was finished inspecting her new companion, shameless so, it should be stated, she looked back to the sky and closed her eyes again. SOLDIER First Class, Riven, the pale-haired woman stated in an official tone that she might use to address herself to President Shinra himself. SOLDIER ID number seven, one, three, one, seven, two, five, three, eight, one, six, nine. SOLDIER Project Classified - S-Class security clearance needed. Previous assignment history sealed - S-Class security clearance needed. It all sounded so official practiced. If Gracelyn would be to check her file again, she'd find that it was all true - even down to the machine-like memorization of the pale-haired woman's twelve-digit SOLDIER identification number. Of course, this was Riven we were dealing with. If Gracelyn hadn't been briefed about this woman's attitude and lack of respect for the autonomy of the Shinra corporation, she was about to find out. Riven didn't just let things be at her standard, SOLDIER-approved introductory greeting for her new technician. Her voice took on a notably mocking tone as she continued to ramble. Favorite color Purple. Favorite food All of it. Favorite mode of transportation Motorbike. Home town You're standing in it. Hopes and dreams To live long enough to see the sun come up tomorrow. It wasn't until then that Riven paused. She hadn't even taken a breath since she had started talking! After a quick breath of fresh air, however, she continued. Now that the pleasantries are out of the way, have a seat. I don't plan on going anywhere anytime soon. With that, Riven stretched her arms up toward the sky, laced her fingers together, and tucked her hands behind her head. It would be dark in a couple of hours and Riven did not want to be reaching the reactor just as the sun was falling.