Kaile Vera
Whiskey Girl
[member="Kurt Meyer"]
Kaile wasn't the only one who caught the sound of incoming footsteps. The first thing that Kurt would see would be the looming figure that was Marty; the Dark Trooper had taken Kaile's command to heart. He stood by the doorway, the large firearm within his hands at the ready.
There was the whir of hydraulics, and the firearm drew up. Those bright red eyes would stare down the corridor and the stairwell. Only after he managed to get a visual did he set the tip of his weapon down.
The Lorrdian had plucked herself from her perch. Her lithe figure would appear from behind the great hulk of the Dark Trooper. There was a notable amount of relief at seeing the pilot.
"Kurt!" she cried out. Needless to say, he would know what would be coming. The embrace of relief.
Kaile wasn't the only one who caught the sound of incoming footsteps. The first thing that Kurt would see would be the looming figure that was Marty; the Dark Trooper had taken Kaile's command to heart. He stood by the doorway, the large firearm within his hands at the ready.
There was the whir of hydraulics, and the firearm drew up. Those bright red eyes would stare down the corridor and the stairwell. Only after he managed to get a visual did he set the tip of his weapon down.
The Lorrdian had plucked herself from her perch. Her lithe figure would appear from behind the great hulk of the Dark Trooper. There was a notable amount of relief at seeing the pilot.
"Kurt!" she cried out. Needless to say, he would know what would be coming. The embrace of relief.