EmperorsChosen
Am I a Boomer yet?
Selena Purcell
Northmound Outpost - Hanger C3
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It wasn't long after that the HR manager appeared to usher them all inside for a tour, which Selena stood up and followed along with while wheeling her luggage. The crew were a lively bunch it seemed, and they were even given rooms. That was a surprise as Selena fully expected them to be in some kind of living quarters with bunks. Instead, they just shared a roommate.
Selena settled herself into a room, teasing the serious man about sharing a dorm. Unsurprisingly he didn't seem to care, for the rooming nor her levity. Regardless, she had a
The following morning, Selena dressed herself in what was her field garb. Clad mainly in white, she wore her identifying AIMC jacket over her shoulder, acting as extra covering for her right arm. Her top seemed to be some kind of alteration of a researcher's coat with wider sleeves as was her top the day prior, albeit these sleeves seemed detachable and revealed the top of her shoulders. Her left forearm was equipped with some kind of plate armor and glove. Her top flowed off into a dress at her waist with a cut on the left side for maneuverability. Underneath, her bottoms consisted of some kind of a bodysuit or tights which underlay metal boots or heels that went from her knee down to her feet. At her left hip dangled a long, mechanical sheath with a hilt.
She met with the others within the hanger, bidding good morning to those she encountered on the way. Selena watched with a neutral smile as the gremlin and Gene went. Looking on, it seemed she was next.
Stepping forward, her greaves clacking against the flooring of the hanger, Selena turned to face the group with her armored hand resting on the hilt of her weapon. "Good morning everyone~ I am Selena Pursell. Despite how I look, I'm not a combat specialist. My job will be conducting research on the mist during our excursions, as well as trying to make heads or tails of phenomenon we encounter, so I'll be relying on a lot of you. That said, I'm not quite dead weight," She said, throwing a bet of self-depreciation in despite her happy tone.
Facing the dummy, Selena's left hand tilted it slightly. With a clicking sound, there was an audible crack as if from a gun, launching the blade with ferocious speed at the dummy's head. The pommel smacked it, sending the head lurching back slightly and the blade back towards Selena where she caught it with her left hand, bringing the sword down once again on the dummy's shoulder. "It's modified based off Gerralian designs," She commented, sheathing it. Taking a more traditional stance with widened base and slightly rotated torso, her right arm gripped the handle, mostly concealed but what was visible appeared to be some kind of shiny, black, claw-like thing. Then, there was another click, followed by a loud crack, and Selena drew, cutting the sword against the dummy's side resulting in an audible whip.
Following this, she sheathed the sword once again and walked back to the group, leaving it at a simple demonstration.
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