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Thread: "Colder than the  Russain Winter she is" ((me and Wally))

Judging by Senkas reaction, Zivon knew he wasnt alone in wondering why he was being ordered to observe the General and his mistress. Zivon agreed with Senkas question and wished he knew why he was being ordered to obverse them. Zivon started towards his tent and stopped for a few moments to let a several supply trucks pass in front of him. There was a lot of activity going on around the base but he didnt have time to pay much attention to it, let alone stop and ask questions about any of it. After the supply trucks passed Zivon started towards his tent again. When he arrived at his tent he saw the light on. Zivon opened the door and saw one of his bunkmates Viktor packing up his equipment and putting it into a duffel bag. Zivon said to Viktor, Viktor, where you heading off to. Viktor replied, New orders my friend. Viktor continued to pack as he spoke. Viktor said I received transfer orders this morning. Zivon replied back, I received new orders this morning well. Senka and I will be heading out shortly for another mission. Viktor responded, Senka? Sometimes I wonder which is colder the weather or her. I can count on one hand the times I have seen any emotion from her or seen her laugh. Theres just something eerie about her. Zivon let out a sigh and started gathering his equipment. Zivon said, People just need to get to know her thats all. She is by far the best sniper I have been assigned to work with. After all, being a sniper does take a certain amount of detachment from emotions at times. Viktor said to Zivon, Well I am finished packing and need to head out now. Its been on honor to serve with you. Take care my friend. Zivon replied back to Viktor, Thanks. With any luck well both make it out of this war alive. Viktor smiled then nodded at Zivon as opened the door and walked through it. Zivon had most of equipment packed. Zivon quickly changed into gear more suited for his next mission. He then grabbed his TT-30 semi-automatic pistol and cleaned it. Zivon wasnt sure if he would need to use it on this mission but wanted to make sure it was ready just incase. Zivon double checked to make sure he didnt forget anything. The only thing he needed now was an extra clip or two for his pistol at the armory. Zivon picked up his bag and slug it over his shoulder. Zivon thought to him self this mission should prove to be interesting to say the least. Zivon walked to the door, opened it, and started walking towards the armory.
Thread: "Colder than the  Russain Winter she is" ((me and Wally))

Senka sighed to her self and walked out of her quarter ad began to slowly make her way towards the armory. On the way she and him crossed paths and they basically walked together towards the armory. She walked inside and and picked up the ammunition and walked out heading towards the transport. She walked up and lent back on the back of the truck waiting for him to show. She looked at the sky, It had stopped snowing at least. Many god would be kind to them this night. She sighed and continued to wait. She looked at their driver and he seemed somewhat annoyed about the early start of this mission. He groaned a little as he took a drag of his cigarette before tossing it on the ground and stomping it out which was rather unnecessary really becouse the snow would have put it out anyway. She looked up when she saw foot steps approaching, he had caught up with her now.
Thread: "Colder than the  Russain Winter she is" ((me and Wally))

On most missions Zivon knew what to expect. This one was different then any before it for two reasons. One was their target. Never before had he been assigned to help kill such a high ranking Nazi. The second was the odd order to observe the General and his mistress. The walk from his quarters to the armory to get a few extra clips for his gun had been uneventful. As Zivon walked back from the armory he kept thinking of situations that might arise during this mission and how he and Senka might best deal with them. Zivon knew he couldn't think of everything but it was a good as any use for the time it took to walk to the transport. A cold wind gust blew against him caused him to loose his train of thought. Zivon thought, at least it the weather will have to be better then this after we get to our missions location because it couldn't be much colder then this. Zivon continued walking towards the transport and soon arrived. He saw the driver leaning against the transport. Zivon could tell by his body langue the driver was less then happy to be there. Zivon turned and faced the driver and said, Everything set? The driver responded, We can go as soon as the both of you are ready. I am ready. How about you Senka? Zivon said.
Thread: "Colder than the  Russain Winter she is" ((me and Wally))

Senka looked at him and said I'm fine, I'm ready to go she said and climbed into the back of the truck. She set down on the bench on the side and and leaned back. Come on, lets get this over with she said sighing. One he was in the driver turned on the engine and truck began to rumble past the camp gates and down the road.
Thread: A Time to Rethink One's Motives (Hai and Skeith II)

It had been about fifteen years since her academy years, and Riuna could remember her training like it was yesterday. But that wasn't her medal for success. She had left the ways of the Jedi, becoming a Bounty Hunter, but few knew this, and even fewer knew exactly who she was. She would always wear a black suit of armor and a helmet, almost looking like the Fetts, but not completely. She modified her jet back to hold more ammo and a few other secrets in it, but still works like a normal jet pack. She would have about six blaster pistols on her at a time, and two other blaster rifles, not including her sniper rifle. She rarely took her helmet off while in the company of others, not trusting many people. She had recently took on a mission from the Sith, not joining one side truly in this three sided war. Republic had gain control of the Galaxy and still maintained most of the control, the Empire still trying to fight for it, but still on a mostly loosing side, and a new faction of enemies was created, the Reborn normal people who had their Force Powers forced onto them. A Sith Lord made them, hoping to gain more soldiers, but it soon back fired when the Reborn started to fight for their own causes rather then the Empire's. Riuna never truly fought for one side of the war, taking any mission any side would hand her with payment. This mission was to lead a group of Imperial Troopers into an assault on a Republic military base. Little did they know some Jedi were also there, but luckily they had bought the service of Riuna, who, being a Jedi at one point her self, was excellent at killing of other Jedi, Sith, or Reborn. About half way into the fight, they had been pushing the Republic back and finally had them cornered inside a bunker, leaving the job up to Riuna to break into it and get rid of the final Jedi, who had been guiding everything from the back, saving many Republic lives at it. Riuna's saber came flying back to her hand, having only pulled the one out, activating just a single of the blades. Riuna had a very unique Saber, finding a crystal that flowed with her in the Force, becoming stronger as she did with the Force, and was also clear. She found a way to extend her blade a few inches as well, making her even more dangerous. She walked up to the door and held her saber up. Time to end this and get my full pay. She said, and with a thrust stabbed her saber into the door, melting it down. It wouldn't been long before she made it through the blast door, where the Jedi would be waiting.
Thread: A Time to Rethink One's Motives (Hai and Skeith II)

It had been a long and difficult battle and the republic had been pushed to its limits. The dead and wounded far outnumbered those prepared to fight and those prepared to fight were suffering from rather low morale. They had a fighting chance before General Daedilus fell. He was a powerful Jedi, however, he was still mortal. He was outnumbered and slain. The bunker was heavily damaged and running on reserve power making it difficult to use its sickbays to their fullest. The smell of death and burning debris hung heavy in the air, only adding to the painfully dark scene. The only sign of light for the remaining republic troops was the factions only remaining Jedi, Mara Oda. She was young and not yet a master but she had proven her combat potential time and time again. However, even her morale was beginning to fade. Maam? What are your orders? A soldier asked as he approached the brooding Jedi. See to the wounded, prepare to evacuate. We dont have the numbers to win this battle. She said in a voice that reflected her emotional exhaustion. She couldnt lie, she was scared and she was angry. However she was struggling to keep a lid on both emotions. She straightened her black robe to better cover the tattered white clothing beneath it. Long ice blue hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall. Eyes of the same bright blue remained glued to the floor as she tried to process everything that had happened. How could it come to this? She questioned herself quietly. Her gaze lifted as she sensed someone approaching the room. This persons connection to the force was strong, frighteningly so. Although there was something familiar about the feeling the young Jedi received. Get the wounded out of here now! She ordered as she rose to her feet, her hand hovering over her light saber.
Thread: A Time to Rethink One's Motives (Hai and Skeith II)

The Bounty Hunter opened the door, having told the rest of the soldiers to wait, she will take care of everything. She pushed a button on her belt and the soft humming of her invisible shield activated. She then stopped, feeling a familiar presence in the Force. She then slowly holstered her blasters to her side, unhooked her jet pack and set it on the ground. Finally, she force grabbed the two hidden sabers and held one in each hand. I sense...this will be a fight to remember. She said softly, the general of the Sith Army looking at Riuna. Ma'am? Are you sure you can handle this on your own? He asked. I told you, keep your men back. I have been paid to do a job, I plan on getting the rest of my payment at the end of all this. She stated and started to walk in. She finally came around and stood in front of the novice Jedi. She then froze stiff. Riuna could see who it was, but it did not go the other way, her old friend would have about no clue who it was under that suit of armor. So...the last Jedi on the planet? Doesn't look like much. I have no clue why I brought these out. Riuna said, her comlink masking her true voice. Well, come on, lets finish this. I have a payment waiting at the end of this entire thing. Riuna said, knowing her and her friend were matched equally in saber techniques. She took a ready pose for normal single sabers, activating only one blade on either saber. Riuna knew it was the forward blade in her left hand which sat at a higher position than the other, and the back blade for the right one, which stood to her side, straight out. I don't want to drag this out, Jedi, so lets drop formalities and everything else to end this now. Riuna taunted, standing ready. Riuna was mostly a defensive fight with sabers, waiting for the other to strike.
Thread: The King is Mine! (KatiexGinger)

King Feller sat on his throne, as usual, listening to the incessant whimpering of some peasant woman who had lost her husband in the most recent of wars. They always came to him like this, begging for gold to rebuild their shattered lives. He always gave it, after all, it was his fault in a away. But they seemed to think they had to beg for it. Even to the point where his lack of attention caused her to pull the shoulder of her dress off, slowly undressing. It was this that slowly brought him back to attention. That will not be necessary Ma'am... He tossed her a small purse filled with more gold than she would ever have known before. Always the old maidens that attempted that card. He was only twenty two years old, young for a king. And too young to want to bed down with women twice his age. But he hadn't bed down with anyone yet and that was beginning to concern his kingdom. He had no bride and no heir. Even a son born out of wedlock would have been a welcome thing. But no maiden had caught his attention yet, though he had made an effort to surround himself with women. There seemed no hope for the virgin king. His last chance lay with the noble's daughter visit from afar. She was to arrive with her servants today. I figured it would be fun if you played a spoiled noble girl and her servants. If you don't want to play her, just make her a total bitch. But it didn't show that he was looking for a bride in her. He was dressed casually, wearing only a silk shirt colored the same as his country flag, a rich blue, and long black slacks. He wore his crown rather haphazardly on his head and he was stretched out, obviously bored. But he was handsome. Some even said gorgeous. His eyes were a light icy blue and his dark brown hair was nearly black. He just over six feet tall and his skin was just lightly tanned. Under his clothing, his training as a warrior showed through the toned body and several small scars on his arms and back.
Thread: The King is Mine! (KatiexGinger)

No one needed to announce the arrival of Elizabeth. The young girl had been brought through the castle's gates in a large carriage, followed by three others that held her clothes, jewelry, and other girly goods. One of the doormen from her carriage jumped down and immediately rolled out the carpet that had been left out for her. She couldn't walk on the dirty ground! Only part of it was paved, and even that had traces of filth. After a moment of staring into a small mirror, the blond stepped out of the carriage, and onto the dark green carpet. Her eyes were a light blue, that had a fire in them that shined every time she smiled. Her skin had been kept pale, seeing as she didn't need to go into the outdoors for more than a walk - but even then she was covered by a light umbrella. Still, she was a beautiful girl, as all nobles were. Elizabeth was twenty now, and her father was tired of her living without a husband. After all, most girls were married off at sixteen, maybe even earlier. She was getting older, and if she waited much longer, she would be the only woman without a husband - eventually becoming an old maid. As Elizabeth thrusted herself into the castle, she caught the attention of Helena, one of the younger servants that worked in the castle. It was supposed to be her responsibility to keep up with Elizabeth, and to show her around. Shit! Helena muttered under her breath. She was supposed to have been ready for her arrival hours ago, but she had only just finished the noble's room. Glancing out the closing door, she saw that the doormen and guards were tending to the lady's things. Rolling her dark blue eyes, Helena decided to go ahead and follow Elizabeth. Ma'am! Helena called out. Elizabeth flicked her head back, causing her hair to shift a bit while atop her head. What? The lady spat back. Helena gave a disgusted look at the woman, obviously disapproving of her attitude. I will show you were the king is. The brunette muttered. Seeing as Helena was only a servant, her dark brown curls were loose and flowed down her shoulders and back softly. But, while looking beautiful, it was a sign of her low status. Elizabeth huffed in her direction, and Helena just walked on in front of her. After a few moments, Elizabeth began to follow. Truth be told, Helena wasn't exactly happy a bride was coming for the king. He was gorgeous, and all the women in the house wanted to tend to his needs - including Helena.
Thread: The King is Mine! (KatiexGinger)

Zach was sitting on his throne when a messenger came to his side and whispered something in his ear. She was here and on her way. He sighed a little and stood slowly. Probably some ugly girl spoiled by her father and told to believe she was beautiful. He hated the noble girls who were full of themselves for no reason. No looks and no personality meant no husband for them. But then he saw a girl walk into the room. His eyes lit up. She was absolutely gorgeous! Curly brown hair and dark blue eyes. But she was dressed in such ragged clothes. Well at least by a noble's standards. They looked like something his servant would wear. Maybe she would be humble. But then he saw her. A girl dressed in clothes more expensive than most homes. But she was just as beautiful. For a moment, he was confused. Then he glanced between them and noticed that the first girl was in fact one of his servants. She was one of the girls who tended to him during the day. He had never noticed her before. But that didn't matter right now. He stood and walked over to the noble before smiling a little. At least she was pretty. Morning Elizabeth...Welcome to my kingdom...
Thread: Sorry!

Dear role-play partners, I've been kidnapped by my family members for the past week since it is spring break. Everyone had a few days off so we spent most of the time out of the house and horsing around. Everyone only started work again yesterday so I've been trying to get back into role-playing. My replies might be a little...dull, since I haven't been writing either. Please bear with me for a little while longer. That being said, I'm back in the biz! Sincerely, Seraph 3
Thread: It's so hard to find good help (dominant_minded X Nurse_K)

He started to wrap up the interview with a description of the job she was starting tomorrow. He adjusted the name plate on his desk which read 'Nick Anders, CEO' and said, We'll start tomorrow at 8. Basically you'll need to answer the phone, keep my schedule up to date, make sure I make my meetings on time, and handle all of my memos. Just stay flexible and try to be proactive. If you see a way to improve a process and make it run more smoothly, do it. I'd rather you try to do something and it not work out right, than ask me for permission for every little thing. Oh, and have a cup of coffee on my desk by 830, that's the biggest part of my routine. I drink it black. He leaned back in his chair, running his fingers through his brown hair and adjusting his tie and well-cut blue suit. He gave her a toothy, flirtatious smile and asked, So, do you have any questions?
Thread: It's so hard to find good help (dominant_minded X Nurse_K)

Elsa sat stone faced in the interviewee's chair as he detailed the job to her. She was all business, all of the time. She didn't believe in fun in the workplace. She was there to work, not to mess around. Her dark brown hair was pulled back so tight into the bun that when she nodded to him, no hairs even thought of falling out of place. She was well qualified for the job, she figured that was why she got it. She didn't stop to think that her physical appearance would have anything to do with it. No sir, she said curtly and stood up. She wore a female-business suit, a black blazer and a black skirt that went to her knees. She, of course, wore panty hose and had short heels on. Her shirt beneath the blazer was a pale pink color but it was beyond modest. She extended her hand and shook with him, no personality evident there at all. --- Elsa arrived at the office at 745am. She was let in by the security guard and took the elevator up the several floors to the Anders floor. She set her purse down at her desk, logged in to the computer with her new password, and then began to work. It was 820 before she realized that she was supposed to have coffee for him. She went to the lounge and made the coffee almost robotically, not putting much effort into making it perfect. She set the coffee down at his desk and then went back to hers. Her clothing was just as modest today as it was the day before. She wore another skirt, knee length, and a long-sleeved round neck sweater. Though she was busty, cleavage was not a possibility in this shirt.
Thread: It's so hard to find good help (dominant_minded X Nurse_K)

He walked off the elevators in his usual haze at about 830, walking to his office. Morning... Elsa, he greeted her, just barely remembering her name this morning. He noted her dress, and thought to himself that it seemed he wasn't going to be able to count on a bright secretary to get him started off on the right foot every morning. Perhaps that would change, he reasoned with a smirk. Walking past her through his door, he set his laptop out and started booting it up. Then he picked up the coffee and took a sip she could hear the discontented groan from the next room. It was watery and weak, yet still really bitter. What had she done, dumped half of the grounds right into the coffee pot instead of the filter? This was certainly shaping up to be a great day, he thought to himself sarcastically. He flopped down in his seat and buzzed her through the intercom, Elsa, have had a chance to look at my schedule for today? Do you know if I've got any meetings?
Thread: It's so hard to find good help (dominant_minded X Nurse_K)

She rolled her eyes when she heard the groan from the other room. Maybe she'd have to be more careful with the coffee next time. She herself preferred tea. Tea was hard to mess up. Pour hot water, put a tea bag in it, and you're all set to go. With coffee you had to measure water, grounds, make sure it wasn't grainy, blah blah blah. She sighed and pulled up his schedule on her computer. She glanced over it and then pressed the return intercom button. You've got three. One at ten, one at one, and one a three. The rest of the day is free. she said to him, her tone bored and uninterested. She needed him to leave her alone so she could get down to the real business of why she was here. She would wait until he went to his 10am meeting, then she'd have at least an hour to work. She needed to go through the last year's financial reports and figure out what she could get without looking suspicious. She pressed the intercom button again, shutting it off. He could buzz her again, but she'd disconnected him for now. She sighed again and scrolled through the next couple of days schedules in case he asked for them. Secretarial work was boring her already.
Thread: It's so hard to find good help (dominant_minded X Nurse_K)

In the other room, he rolled his eyes at her. I've run across turnips with more personality, he complained under his breath. Ah well, he'd get her into shape in a week or two. Then he grinned as he thought that it would fun to see what kind of shapes she could twist into as well. He spent the next five minutes considering what she might look like in several more 'fun' outfits before snapping back to work. He needed to make sure to review these sales numbers before the meeting in an hour. Salespeople always liked to make things sound like they were going great, and if you didn't check their numbers and call them on it, they'd keep on doing that until the company was selling things at a loss and filing for bankruptcy. He shuffled through several papers but wasn't able to find Johnson's projections for this month. He tapped the intercom again, Elsa, could you find a copy of Kenneth Johnson's projected numbers for next month and email them to me?