Luna Terrik
The Fallen Angel
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[SIZE=12pt]Update Log[/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]12-29-853[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]1300 Hours[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Location: Donus System, Morren City, Palace District[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt] Luxury wasn’t exactly something that Luna had ever gotten the chance to experience in any form during her entire lifetime. Growing up, she had few paths that laid out for her, and none ended in gold dresses or expensive foods. Either ending up as a diplomat, a pilot, or a solider was the only ending paths that the commander had. The military schools she had attended growing up insured that.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt] A long, twisting path had led the redhead to this point in her career. Working as a security coordinator and security guard in her off time from the Confederacy meant that she got to see new systems and planets on a regular basis. Donus was one of newer ones, and if she was being honest, this planet was rising to the top of planets she didn’t feel like she belonged on. In fact, standing in the hanger of the palace district with her squad of bodyguards, each toting a large duffle bag and blaster rifle strapped to their backs, Luna could easily say they stuck out like sore thumbs.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt] They were here to do a job, contracting by the security company that employed them all, but it certainly felt like they were in the wrong place. Fancy dresses, glowing metal droids, and plenty of unnecessary gold littered the hanger as royals and dignitaries milled outside of the luxury liner that they would all be boarding soon. They seemed to be one of the few groups that had the ability to protect themselves if need be. Hopefully there would be absolutely no need for that, but the vast majority of the people that would be on the ship with them and their contractor. Speaking of whom, had not yet seemed to have arrived in the hanger.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt] The redhead looked back at her group, meeting the eyes of the tallest of the group. A broad shouldered, dark skinned human man by the name of Trice, her second in command for this job. “Haven’t seen the pretty little thing, have you?” She remarked towards him, words dripping with sarcasm. He just chuckled, body moving up and down slightly from his laughter and shook his head. “Royals. They never want to work on our time schedule.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt] Rolling her eyes, the commander of the group pulled a datapad off her waistband, turning it on to begin scrolling through the details on their contractor once more, hoping to refresh her memory on what the woman would look like. The briefing came up quickly, and Luna held it up sideways so the squad could center around and read it with her. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]NAME: Mira-Jin Keen'v[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]AGE: Mid 20s[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]HEIGHT: 5’6[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]WEIGHT: 130lbs[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]EYES: Green[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]HAIR: Brunette[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]BUILD: Slim[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]SKIN: White[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt] At the end of the briefing, a picture of the woman elected a short whistle from one of the other squamates, prompting a quick elbow to the gut from Luna, grinning the entire time. “Now now Bale, she’s out of all of our leagues. And she’s a job. No falling head over heels for jobs. Understood?” Bale, a shorter, blue-green rodian that only came up to Luna’s shoulder, shook his head in response while giving the redhead commander a quick wink. “Of course not….but if she falls in love with me, who am I do deny that?”[/SIZE][SIZE=12pt] From that remark, Trice gave Bale a quick slap to the back of the head teasingly as the commander just proceeded to go back to leaning against the white, marble pillar with intricate designs, waiting for their job to finally show up, as it seemed like the luxury liner could be leaning soon.[/SIZE]
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