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In the days before the assault, Nelopaio spends nearly the entirety of her time brushing up on skills she'd had little use for in some time, or in organizing her crewsisters for the upcoming assault. Longarms, zero gravity techniques and old infantry training methodologies are all brought to the for...

Charlie wrote:

sunphoenix wrote:Yeah...details?

Senanthes wrote:Details?

Details?

Details... ECHO! O.o

Details?

Glancing over at the display, Nelopaio's expression doesn't change much for a moment... She does, however, offer the smallest of smiles to Cho, a gesture that meets her amethyst eyes as well in it's warmth, a slight change that communicates a more genuine friendliness... Somewhat amused, she sends a...

Those looking would see no change in Nelopaio's expression as she nods at Captain Blacks decision, holding her tongue on her opinion for the time being... Unseen and unfelt by the humans, she continues her more direct commune with Sonni... {Dying is easy. I nearly did once, as seventy four of my sis...

Observing the conversation between Captain Black and Commander Hadrid, Nelopaio remains steadfastly focused on that, rather than the telepathic exchange with Sonnidezi... Her reply comes after a moment... {Yes, Sonnidezi, you should have burdened me. That's what I'm for. It's neither a matter of con...

I'm good with it.

Nelopaio continues to watch the situation unfold, in much the same manner as a cannonball on a trampoline in her mind. Closing her eyes a moment, she seems to be thinking, in reality her sanzai reaching out... Her minds voice is weary, an officer heavily affected by fatigue, yet unmoved, {Has it occ...

Gazing quietly at the tactical display, Nelopaio turns the problem over in her head a few times before reaching out and magnifying a few details, returning it to it's original size each time. Eventually, she regards the Umiak scout ship for a moment, then speaks, "Sacrificing the station should be a...

Picking herself up mentally, Nelopaio starts back towards the bridge, nursing a quiet headache as she does so. Marine escort or no, she makes her way through the corridors towards the command center in reasonable confidence of not getting waylaid needlessly, having given up the sidearm some time ago...

Falling over backwards, Nelopaio comes to with a shout, disoriented and staring at the ceiling, panting for breath... Squeezing her eyes shut, she lies there for a time, just working on regaining her senses, rather less than cognizant of anything around her for several minutes, seeing only whats ins...

Nelopaio scowls in thought, shaking her head, "I'm... Uncertain. It's as though she literally isn't there now. As though her mind had left the body." she says, her tone less than sure on any of it's points... Focusing once more, she leans down, trying one final time to make any sort of meaningful co...

Cursing to herself, Nelopaio cranes her head around to the nearest Marine, uncaring as to who, the unmistakable crack of command in her tone, "Get our medic down here, NOW!" Her attention back to Malidasaria, she cups her hand along the side of her sister-in-arm's face, closing her eyes and focusing...

Still in the aftermath of her own confusion, Nelopaio seemed to hardly notice Malidarsaria before now. Swearing lightly under her breath, she moves back over to her, reaching down and pressing two fingers to where she would be able to check for a pulse, concern and frustration playing across her fea...

Nelopaio gives herself a few moments to orient her senses after the surreal experience, glancing at Malidasaria wordlessly, her expression confirming that she wasn't the only one who just saw that... Right? Giving herself a mental shake, she returns Twilightsabers sanzai, her own, though still posse...

Shaken by the sudden maelstrom of thoughts and emotions in her head, Nelopaio goes hazy, nearly losing her senses before she realizes that, among those thoughts, one was directed from without... It takes long moments for her to answer, and even then, the background 'haze' of her mind has a different...

Feeling herself falling into the blackness, slowing to a standstill with no point of reference, Nelopaio is at once startled, confused... And slightly worried, the last interrupted with a start as the Voice is heard... Focusing as well as she can, her own mental voice left weakened for years from th...

Nelopaio frowns slightly at what is said on Sonni's behalf, nodding and replying in her honey smooth soprano, "I see... Do what you must. But remember, you are denied permission to perish." she says, looking grimly amused for a moment before her communicator clamors for attention... Listening for a ...

Nelopaio nods, waiting patiently for her sister-in-arms to do as she stated... [I'd prefer if she were at least lucid...] she admits, a tinge of bitter anticipation there. Her own damaged Sanzai garbled further by the mental defenses around them, Nelopaio gives Sonni the time she needs, keeping one ...

My apologies on the infrequency of my posts at times... My work schedule has been all over the place lately, and sleep is a precious commodity at times, it seems.