Thread: Alliance Corsairs (Alvis Alendran&LilGunner)

Kira was glad to feel a firm handshake. It always seemed to depend on the officer. Many she had met, more so desk jockey types, had hand shakes like a dead fish. Colonel's handshake was firm and warm. She had a decently strong suspicion from that alone he wasn't about to baby of coddle her. Perhaps worse, look down on her for either being enlisted or her recent punitive measures. Of course she guessed and with ease. More like she knew since she had done her research when given this assignment. Sure the Corsairs were widely talked about but few seemed to know exactly what they did. Colonel's service record was easy enough to pull though. She may have lost a rank but they hadn't taken away her accesses. Glad to be aboard sir, she replied with a sharp nod as he waved for her to follow. I'm just ready for Alliance concerned missions. I'm tired of nicey-nice diplomatic, intergalactic specie bullshit. If she wasn't sure they were an insane cult she was onboard with Cerberus' ideas of 'Mankind first.' It wasn't the most well looked upon outlook but she couldn't agree more with the notion. They had spent a lot of time playing diplomats. If they had bothered to fortify their holdings rather than assist and expand the loss of human life might not have been as drastic as it had been. Of course she had other reasons to harbor some hatred within her. His accidental innuendo hardly seemed to phase her even as he corrected himself with a smile. His grin was only met with calm, uncaring eyes and relaxed lips. I would prefer to be out of this monkey suit as well. Fine as they might look I would prefer a suit or comfortable clothes, she said with a small shrug. For a woman with lines around her eyes and mouth she certainly didn't smile much. Wrinkles indicative of someone who often laughed and smiled a lot. Her large cased clacked and banged as they headed down the stairs and towards her assigned quarters. A stateroom to herself was a bit of a surprise, a pleasant one at that. Even as a Master Sergeant she had shared a room with two other females. Once they arrived at the stateroom Kira propped up her large case and looked at the Colonel once more. She had met her fair share of large, muscular men in the Corp but the Colonel really took the cake. Being her superior office aside he was one man she was decently certain she wouldn't want to mess with. Of course she had sparred with her fair share of meatheads and had come out the superior. Time would tell. I'll meet you up in CIC after I change and drop this off to the armory sir? Take that dime tour? Somehow both a question and yet simply telling him what she planned to do. Especially given she stepped into the room and let the door close. Quickly she disrobed but took care in finely folding and hanging up her uniform then went to her bag and unpacked the rest. It was a quick affair, she hadn't brought along much more than she needed. Clothes to work out in, her suits for missions, and comfortable clothes. Toiletries too, hygiene was strictly important. Comfortably dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a hooded sweatshirt, both of which black with the Corp logo, and her fiery red hair let down from the bun and tied into a waist length braid she grabbed her case and headed to the armory. If it could be called that. A storage room on a merchant vessel, secured to house weaponry. Her rifle was her most precious possession and made doubly certain to lock it up. No one touched her damn gun but her. Not even for repairs. Satisfied that no one could lay their grubby paws on her weapon she headed up to CIC as she had told the Colonel she would. It felt oddly inappropriate to wander about so comfortably but if everything was off the books she was going to be comfortable damnit. Uniforms, gym clothes, or comfortable clothes she preferred to wear nothing else.