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Thread: The Night Life [Charater Sheet]

Name Akemi Maki Age 20 Species Neko Height 5' 8 Weight 167 pounds Appearance Clothing As seen in the picture Occupation Fitness Trainer Kinks Giving boobjobs, lesbian females, oral sex, giving handjobs, and girls with thick thighs Personalities She is a very kind girl, rarely angry at times. She does have some bravery inside her, but it is somehow not shown due to her cowardness overwhelming her. She sometimes makes some smart aleck remarks without regrets, even in during the most difficult of situations. Sometimes she's antisocial, often not being around new and unfamiliar faces. Notes She decided to explore the nightlife so she can experience the nighttime social life. Though being bisexual, she's mostly be around female.
Thread: Dark Enigma - A rp of romance, sinister intentions and abduction  [MxF]

I'll bump this one but I'm open for discussion of other roles too
Thread: In Defense Of Humanity (PsionicCuttlefish & Rosina)

Scarlett stood before the supervisor, she had not yet even had the time to change out of her uniform after her most recent mission before being called in for her commendations. Her skin tight ESA uniform showed off the luscious curves of her womanly figure and she was even more sexy in person than in the lewd stories traded by most men of the HA her long, brilliant, red hair flowed all the way down to her ass, her bold blue eyes gleamed with a commanding presence and the soft fair skin and dainty countenance of her youth were both apparent the moment the anyone laid eyes on her. In fact her custom suit fit so finely, more so than the average ESA, and showed the contours of her body so well, that it wouldn't be hard to imagine that if she were bent over her cameltoe would be as clear as day. The only areas on her body that strayed from this seemingly naked visage were where weapons or equipment hung and just above her breasts where the click of a button would present a mask that she could use if conditions required such. Anyone that had met Scarlett knew that despite her near unparalleled beauty and high rank withing the HA she had never been in a relationship before. The otherwise confident and commanding ESA would easily become shy and timid when confronted about sex or romance and was susceptible to flirtatious teasing, a tool that Archer may have already learned. It wouldn't be unlikely that the majority of men in the HA, and perhaps some of the women as well, fantasized about being the one to take the her virginity. Scarlett was not only notorious for her beauty but also for her seemingly reckless nature how she adamantly refused to wear a helmet, how she allowed her hair to grow out many feet past the safety regulations, and how on stealth missions she would rather work alone than with a partner but seeing as she had only ever preformed with perfection none had any right to complain about her quirks. Although in this moment she wasn't being praised for her appearance, or noticed by her quirks, today all of the honor shone towards her came from the years of hard work she had put into being the one of the most legendary ESAs in history. The words of her Supervisor on behalf of the Chancellor himself forced a bright smile to beam across Scarlett's cheerful face as she looked up into the eyes of the man before her. Although when she heard that another mission was lined up for her so soon after the last her smile half-faded and she looked curiously towards her handler. This wasn't the first time she had been given back to back mission but it was customary for her to get a good break between most missions.
Thread: In Defense Of Humanity (PsionicCuttlefish & Rosina)

When Scarlett glanced over at Archer and he saw her slightly faltering smile, he offered a sheepish shrug. I know you usually get more RR time, but this mission is somewhat time-sensitive. As Supervisor Wolfgang said, however, you do have thirty hours before you absolutely have to leave, so you can enjoy the rest of Alien Expulsion Day celebrations if you want. We will make sure you get a good break after this next mission, though. It's gonna be a tough one, but we wouldn't give it to you if we didn't think you were up to the challenge. Her Handler explained to her. Archer was indeed proud of Scarlett, because as skilled as she was, she was even more dedicated . He, and the Supervisors, considered dedication to the cause to be the singularly most important trait in an Elite Space Agent, and Scarlett had more than the ESA average. On top of that, Archer was aware that despite being a hardcore ESA, she became timid around a...certain subject...and that, to him, was also a positive trait. Though he would never say that to her, of course. Head Supervisor Wolfgang spoke up again. When you are ready to receive your mission, report to Handler Archer's office for briefing. For now, that is all we had to discuss. Thank you for your time, Agent Mercer. You are dismissed In Defense Of Humanity. Wolfgang said, ending the meeting with the motto of the ESA Corps as a farewell.
Thread: In Defense Of Humanity (PsionicCuttlefish & Rosina)

Scarlett nodded as Archer spoke, although she had hoped that he hadn't noticed her drop in enthusiasm at all. When he finished his statements she quickly affirmed his belief that she was dedicated by saying confidently, If there is more work to be done you can count on me! In Scarlett's eyes Alien Expulsion Day, although she agreed with the sentiment, was just an excuse for the majority of the HA to slack off, get drunk, and party. As far as she was concerned she could do any of those things on some other random day, not that she was particularly interested, so she didn't mind skipping out on the celebration. She turned back to her supervisor as he spoke and looked him in the eye. In Defense of Humanity. She repeated respectfully before turning and making her way out of his office. 'I'll just take a shower and swap into a spare uniform before I head out for the next mission' She thought to herself before making her way towards her personal quarters.
Thread: In Defense Of Humanity (PsionicCuttlefish & Rosina)

At Scarlett's question, Archer shook his head. We won't be in monitoring-communications range, and once your mission is complete, all you have to do is exfiltrate in your ship back to Alliance space. This mission will be your first one run completely solo, and if successful, will mark your true 'graduation' to the next tier of Elite Space Agent, and there will be more solo missions to come. Not exclusively of course, but there will be more. Archer explained. His chair then creaked slightly as he leaned back in it again. Anyway, your personal Spec-Ops ship is fueled and prepped in Hangar Bay 8. It is ready to go whenever you are. Any other questions? Archer asked.
Thread: In Defense Of Humanity (PsionicCuttlefish & Rosina)

Scarlett eyes widened a little in shock when she heard Archer say that there would be no form of comms or monitoring at all, in her eyes the question was more of a formality than a real question, their was always some form of comms--maybe not her own personal monitor but one assigned to the her squad or the mission as a whole--to confirm objectives or mark operatives that were KIA, or at the very least to make sure that ESA weren't just fucking around. It seems that on this mission not only would she not have any backup but she would have the ability to do whatever she saw fit, mission priority or otherwise. After a moment of silence she returned her attention to her handler and said confidently, Understood! before standing back up and making her way out of Archer's office without saying another word, although it was unlikely that he would hold her to formality. Her mind was flooded with excitement and anticipation at the mission ahead. Scarlett wouldn't just be an ESA, the highest official rank of field agent, she would be a veteran ESA, one of the people who complete the most difficult and impactfull missions humanity has to offer.
Thread: In Defense Of Humanity (PsionicCuttlefish & Rosina)

Handler Archer noted how the reveal that Scarlett would be handling the mission entirely on her own surprised her, but that surprise was quickly replaced by unbounded eagerness. Archer smiled in amusement as Scarlett quickly stood up to leave his office with a quick affirmative, no other questions forthcoming. She really wanted to get to her mission, it seemed. In Defense of Humanity! Archer spoke up with the formal ESA farewell, though Scarlett was rushing out so enthusiastically that he didn't expect nor halt her to return the farewell. The sooner she got to her mission, all the better. Archer slowly turned in his desk chair to face the largest piece in his office a hanging tapestry of the insignia of the Human Alliance, and beneath it, the ESA Corps. Scarlett Mercer really was about the most dedicated ESA he had ever trained. As the most important virtue, that made the youngest ESA on record also the best ESA he had ever trained. In Defense Of Humanity. Archer whispered to himself as he stared at the symbols, and the symbols stared back. That night, Josef Archer would drink himself into a tranquil stupor in his home before sleeping. When Scarlett arrived in Hangar Bay 8, there were some flight-techs scurrying around her personal Spec-Ops ship as they continued the final checks and reported all systems green to Scarlett. It was a sleek ship, created to be stealthy and fast, to slip in and out of danger with graceful ease rather than to stand and fight. Like ESAs themselves, their ships weren't designed to fight , they were designed to succeed . The ship itself was large enough to have space for living quarters albeit rather cramped and spartan, an armory containing spares of all of Scarlett's equipment and custom-fit suits, and a small trainingrecreation space, among other things necessary for ESA work. The ship didn't have exceptional endurance, but it did carry everything an ESA could ever need for support on their surgical missions. A ship this size might normally be crewed by three to eight people, but Spec-Ops ships were designed to be operated by only one. After Scarlett did whatever preflight rituals she desired with her ship and settled into the cockpit, the ship's onboard automated smart-systems synced with her equipment and handled the startup minutia, while the military traffic-controllers cleared her for departure. This major Human Alliance military hub was not on Earth, but it was still on one of the coreworlds of the Alliance and therefore highly developed, one of the several primary ports and nerve-centers for the entire HA fleet. The datachip that Archer had given to Scarlett had all the coordinates and interstellar flight-paths pre-plotted out to get Scarlett to her mission zone in the shortest amount of time, as well as containing a specially-crafted one-time-use hacking program to be used with her mission objective. Elite Space Agent Mercer, you are now cleared for launch. Good luck out there. In Defense of Humanity. The voice of the launch authority spoke through her comms.
Thread: In Defense Of Humanity (PsionicCuttlefish & Rosina)

Scarlett took a deep breath as she entered the Hangar Bay aside from the training center this was one of her favorite places to be while on site. Little matched the rush of setting off on a mission, or the relief of returning home after a particularly hazardous outing, well aside from kicking someone's ass while sparring or out on a mission which lends itself to why her true favorite place was the training center. Regardless of her preference there was always something calming to her about taking in the scent of the gasses and the oils permeating the hangar. She was a kinda surprised to see all the flight-techs, or ants the nickname that she had granted them in her head, still hard at work despite it being a holiday. Although this only confirmed her moniker, just like a bunch of ants the flight-techs were always scurrying about, set to their work and not much else, regardless of circumstance. She found herself placing a warm loving hand on the side of her ship before entering. None lived up to the ships design more than her, it was a parallel to her abilities, sleek fast stealthy, dedicated only to success for humanity and designed to accomplish any goal as swiftly and efficiently as possible. Despite Scarlett having her own private room within the barracks her ship was her true home and there was no place she felt more comfortable than within it's grasp. Even so Scarlett had no time to reconnect with her ship, nor any need seeing as she was back on it unusually early, so she settled into the cockpit, inserted the chip, lifted off out of the hangar, and set her ride on the fastest course towards her objective. Scarlett was a big fan of autopilot. Perhaps the one partner she didn't dread slowing her down was a human pilot not only did she much prefer to be on her feet where she was the closest thing to a goddess the human race had to offer, but she also wasn't very good at flying. Obviously Scarlett was an amazing pilot as she would have to be in order to maintain her rank and performance, but she was nowhere near as proficient as some of the other ESA let alone a dedicated elite pilot.
Thread: In Defense Of Humanity (PsionicCuttlefish & Rosina)

Once the autopilot was locked in, Scarlett's ship spun up its main drives and jumped the ship to FTL. it was fortunate that Scarlett considered her somewhat-cramped ship to be homely, as the journey was going to take several days. Scarlett would have to do whatever she could think of to occupy herself while en-route, but given her personality, it was likely the small practice-space in the ship would be seeing use. A soft chime sounded through Scarlett's ship, reaching her wherever she was the imminent arrival alert. She had a few minutes to get to the cockpit and take the helm before the ship dropped out of FTL. The ship had a special stealth-system that made it very difficult to detect by sensors, one that functioned in the FTL pipe and in realspace. Once the ship did revert to realspace, Scarlett would find herself right on-target. The navigational array confirmed she was in the correct star-system, and she wasn't far from the second planet. At this distance, her own sensors picked up some signals and energy signatures from a single spot on the planet's surface. Faint, but unmistakable. The pirate base. Entering atmo and landing nearby happened without issue, while the ship's stealth-suite held steady. The planet itself seemed harsh and somewhat barren craggy terrain with minimal vegetation, but a breathable atmosphere to her with her implants and genetic modifications. At the pirate base's location at the time of her landing, dusk was approaching. She had approximately thirty hours before the pirate flagship was due to arrive. Plenty of time to recon the pirate base quietly, in preparation for the main objective...
Thread: In Defense Of Humanity (PsionicCuttlefish & Rosina)

And Scarlett did in fact use the small practice area judiciously throughout the long and boring journey, but at least there would never be a moment when her skills were rusty. Sometimes Scarlett wished that she enjoyed flying because at least then she could jump into the cockpit and enjoy herself whilst blasting through the depths of space. One thing of note she did do during the flight was prepare her standard equipment a heavy scoped rifle with a silencer that was pretty standard issue for anyone of any status, generally even the lowest ranks of marine could carry one of these rifles if they tended towards long range combat. The rifle did have the ability to fire automatically so it wasn't solely a sniper but it's recoil was pretty brutal when doing so, the real strength of this rifle was it's cheapness and undefeated reliability, you could drop this gun into quicksand, the deepest depths of the ocean, or into a pit of magma and it would still be functional. But her real weapon of choice was a brutish pistol often referred to as The Cannon, also silenced. It was renowned for being the most destructive, high-caliber, armor piercing hunk of metal that a stealth agent could wear on their hip, and this gun was only available to ESA because it had to be crafted and maintained with extreme care or it could malfunction and explode. When the chime sounded through the ship Scarlett was passed out on the floor of the training room as even her favored entertainment, fighting, swiftly got boring without another person to spar against. Even so she swiftly launched to her feet the moment the sound rung through and darted to the helm, ready to finally get this mission under way. As much as she hated having partners to slow her down at least they kept her less bored and even on a solo mission she normally had a handler to chat to. When she 'popped' into realspace she found the Pirate base's signal and immediately set a course down towards a destination near it. After the ship landed safely she rushed to grab her rifle, slung it over her shoulder, then placed The Cannon at it's spot on her curvaceous hip. Eagerly she hopped out of the ship and took a deep breath before letting out a sigh of relief. I am so happy to finally be here! She shouted under her breath, she then swiftly ran through the mission objective in her head, realized that she left the chip in the ship, retrieved the chip and hid it in a pocket on her inner thigh, and started on her way towards the Pirate base.
Thread: In Defense Of Humanity (PsionicCuttlefish & Rosina)

Once Scarlett had geared up with everything she needed and wanted, it didn't take too long to get a visual on the pirate base. After a brisk hike, Scarlett found herself in an excellent vantage point to observe the pirate base, from behind several tall rocky crags. The sun was setting fast, but the base was still quite visible. It was made up of a series of prefabricated structures four small metal domes, one large dome that was topped by a sensors communications array, and one huge central dome, all connected by metal tube-corridors to each other, sprawled around the central dome. There were two landing pads as well, a small one and a large one. The large pad had a medium freighter docked and room for more, the small pad was occupied by several light freighters. It was a far cry from being as active as even the smallest H.A. spaceports. Once Scarlett used her scope to get a closer look, she discovered her opposition, milling around the base and going about their own business. Zelkers, mostly. Zelkers were a somewhat-humanoid-in-shape but very reptilian species, easily identified by the signature frills and crests on their heads and backs of their necks. Their scales were usually shades of green, and their frills were shades of yellow or orange. Their bodies were usually muscular, but in a sleek and streamlined manner, and they all had long heavy tails which Scarlett knew could be used as a nasty club in a pinch. Their vision wasn't great, but they had decently acute senses of smell. There just seemed to be a few guards posted on small towers around the base, but Scarlett could tell that they were bored and lazy, none looked like they were expecting any trouble. Other Zelkers were moving between the landing pads and the entrances to the domes, hauling cargo on grav-lifts. Here and there, Scarlett caught a glimpse of a non-Zelker alien, but they were uncommon. With how lax the guard posts looked, especially with the bloody sun sinking below the horizon, it looked like this wouldn't be too difficult of a reconnaissance and infiltration. There were several avenues of approach Scarlett could choose, for when she decided to move in.
Thread: In Defense Of Humanity (PsionicCuttlefish & Rosina)

Scarlett let out a sigh that was a mix of relief and disappointment when she peered through the scope of her rifle down onto the base. Lax defenses, lazy guards, a base small enough that her and an accompanying squad of snipers could simply siege it from her position and have no issue murdering everyone, and Zelker. To some Zelker may be a nightmare, giant reptilian humanoids who were brutal in close combat and could smell a soldier from a distance under most-all circumstance. Even so to Scarlett Zelker were nothing but grunts, she would never get in a close range fight with them unless she began it by slitting their throat, she was stealthy enough that even a race with keen eyes would have major problems spotting her but she could practically trot past Zelker with her silent footsteps, and with her skintight ESA suit there was nothing for the Zelker to catch a whiff of after all she had no intentions of pissing herself or rolling around in the dirt like a pig so if she wasn't going in blind and without support she could probably have done this mission in her sleep. Sadly, she was going in without support, so she would just have to do it with her eyes open. Despite Scarlett's wants to simply get this mission over with she had over an earth day left of time before the Pirate ship was scheduled to dock so unless she did plan on taking the base by storm and camping out in it until the ship arrived any further probing of the base was either a risk, or just a waste of time. Instead she decided to start on making a concealed campsite at her vantage point where she could rest and perhaps start up a fire while she waited for the arrival of her mission objective. The Elite Space Agent wasn't too worried about wildlife or floral threats on this world seeing as how barren and rocky it was, from her experience the more wet and dense with forests a world was the more dangerous the creatures and environment that inhabited it.
Thread: In Defense Of Humanity (PsionicCuttlefish & Rosina)

Setting up her camp encountered no difficulties, as Scarlett settled in to wait for her objective to arrive. The base remained entirely unaware of her, and when she slept for only two hours during the night thanks to her genetic augments, nothing had gone wrong or seemed to change. The greatest threat to Scarlett at this point was boredom. Her objectives-tracker counted down the Estimated-Time-of-Arrival of the pirate flagship, and Scarlett had to wait for the entire night, and the majority of the next day, doing nothing but observe from her secure vantage point. Finally, when her ETA showed about fifteen minutes left...Scarlett heard a distinctive sonicboom, the kind a ship made during atmospheric reentry. Away and above the base, a dot appeared in the sky, which quickly grew into a needle-nosed, thick-bodied, frigate-class vessel. While the ship seemed rough and junky, with an ugly rust-orange paint job, it moved with deceptive grace as it swung in on antigrav thrusters for a landing on the large pad of the base. The base crew were scurrying around, and even from such a distance, Scarlett could hear the clattering and hissing sounds of the ship alighting on its landing struts. From there, refueling tubes were hooked up to the ship, cargo was transferred on and off, and crew disembarked. This was it. The ship's central computer was now connected to the base's mainframe. Scarlett now had three local days to get into the base, access the hypercommunications array, and transmit the entire contents of the flagship's database to the preset coordinates in space she had been given. But with how easy this base's defenses looked? It would be surprising if this took more than a few hours, most likely. Rather simple mission to mark Scarlett's full ESA graduation, really.