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A short breath was all Ripley managed to buffer themself from an emotional reply. They glanced down the hall, then back down to Petra.
“Hey… I know.” Their smile was fine, though their expression remained soft. “I was… About to head to my quarters for the night. We can talk there if you’d like.”
“Hey… I know.” Their smile was fine, though their expression remained soft. “I was… About to head to my quarters for the night. We can talk there if you’d like.”
She didn't care if they did or not, Petra soon pulled the helmet off of her head.
Revealing her teary blue eyes, and messy blonde hair.
“I miss her, I miss home..”
There it was.. the facade of Petra's cold exterior cracking as it did on such a day, one would normally spent in utter isolation.
Revealing her teary blue eyes, and messy blonde hair.
“I miss her, I miss home..”
There it was.. the facade of Petra's cold exterior cracking as it did on such a day, one would normally spent in utter isolation.
“Hey there.” Draping their arms around Petra, they returned the embrace with care not to squeeze her too tightly. They were still doing their best to keep their happy facade up. It wouldn’t do them any good to show just how emotional they were feeling in the hall, where everyone could see.
In that moment, that shoulder squeeze was returned with a very TIGHT bear hug.
Ripley was enveloped by the Helljumper, her head turned to the left and placed on their chest.
Something she had never received until now.
Ripley was enveloped by the Helljumper, her head turned to the left and placed on their chest.
Something she had never received until now.
It was not a topic Ripley liked to speak about, or give much thought to. Trying to keep the memories out was a hard enough daily chore. “I’m glad you made it out, soldier.”
They reached out to give the ODST’s shoulder a light squeeze.
They reached out to give the ODST’s shoulder a light squeeze.
“I was a young Marine Private First Class when it happened, got the call off base to help.. Barely got off world..”
The urge to hug the everlasting HELL out of Ripley is growing.
The urge to hug the everlasting HELL out of Ripley is growing.
Immediately their smile softened to one of understanding and masked hurt. “Oh.”
There was a short pause before they continued. “Were you serving when it all happened?”
There was a short pause before they continued. “Were you serving when it all happened?”
When Ripley had looked up, an audible sniffle came from the Helljumper and spoke quickly.
“I have heard you're from the same planet as me.”
She looked at their file along with anyone else, she wanted to see who else survived the same shit she did.
“I have heard you're from the same planet as me.”
She looked at their file along with anyone else, she wanted to see who else survived the same shit she did.
Cal inclined her head in understanding. Subtext received.
“Well I wasn’t looking, but I think 𝘺𝘰𝘶 were.” Her armored feet thumped lightly as she turned.
“You drink?” She help up her glass a little.
The sight of such a dainty glass in her armored hand had to be slightly comedic, no?
“Well I wasn’t looking, but I think 𝘺𝘰𝘶 were.” Her armored feet thumped lightly as she turned.
“You drink?” She help up her glass a little.
The sight of such a dainty glass in her armored hand had to be slightly comedic, no?
She shook her head, then spoke with a sigh that was muffled by the helmet.
“I am not here for that, just looking to see who'd be looking for company right now, not looking to be alone as of this moment.”
“I am not here for that, just looking to see who'd be looking for company right now, not looking to be alone as of this moment.”
Wearing sweatpants and a tank top, Ripley had been prepping for a return to their quarters when they were sidetracked. They smiled their usual friendly smile and gave the ODST their full attention. “Yes?”
Cue Petra approaching @tundraborn.bsky.social with her helmet on, dressed in her ODST shirt with combat pants and boots.
“Captain?”
“Captain?”
Cal turns at the sound of Petra entering.
“If you’re needing weapons worked on, it’ll have to wait till duty hours tomorrow.” She followed the statement with a sip.
“If you’re needing weapons worked on, it’ll have to wait till duty hours tomorrow.” She followed the statement with a sip.
Awesome.
Petra strolls on in, her helmet on even in her standard ODST shirt and combat pants and boots.
A ritual she does for Mother's Day and Father's day.
Petra strolls on in, her helmet on even in her standard ODST shirt and combat pants and boots.
A ritual she does for Mother's Day and Father's day.
Cal’s not on duty, but the doors are open, so the other is welcome.
Petra might join the Spartan, if she is looking for company that is.
A day that is rough for her, very.
A day that is rough for her, very.
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A glass of Chardonnay, raised to the viewport of her workshop, a silent toast to her mother.
“Awe, somebody is cranky.” Entirely unfazed by the other’s words and demeanor, Nycaise looked to the source of the alarm. For a few moments she eyed the safe before scoffing and looking back to Petra. That safe would not stop her for very long if she just chose to brute force her drone free, but —
“So, you are the little pest who thinks it is funny to pester someone with a drone? You are lucky it's still able to fly and not crushed under my boot.”
Petra glared at the Spartan, unimpressed and ticked off.
All the while, semi-muffled blaring could be heard.
“We are *soldiers* not clowns, and—
Petra glared at the Spartan, unimpressed and ticked off.
All the while, semi-muffled blaring could be heard.
“We are *soldiers* not clowns, and—
The door opened, and in stepped the Spartan-II. With her arms crossed over her chest, Nycaise stepped up to the ODST. Despite her drone being held captive, she already seemed more amused than annoyed. “I think you have something of mine.”
“Enter..”
Petra glared at the door, waiting for the responsible individual for such a drone.
She was very ticked off from previous events before this, so she wasn't in the mood for any fuckery.
Petra glared at the door, waiting for the responsible individual for such a drone.
She was very ticked off from previous events before this, so she wasn't in the mood for any fuckery.
Following roughly ten minutes of obnoxious blaring, the drone’s uninterrupted noise was joined by loud knocking on the ODST’s door.
The alarm didn't phase her either, so she sat at her small desk in her room and waited for the perpetrator of the small drone.
A foot tapping irritably.
A foot tapping irritably.
And in the meantime, the drone will be blaring an ear-piercing alarm in protest. It’s loud enough to be heard outside the room and down the hall.
Not to worry: Nycaise will be arriving shortly.
Not to worry: Nycaise will be arriving shortly.
The glitter canister didn't yield the exact result as Nycaise wanted as she stood up and walked to her quarters.
Putting the little drone into a small safe she had, locking it.
Nycaise will have to get it on her own.
Putting the little drone into a small safe she had, locking it.
Nycaise will have to get it on her own.
I’m response, the drone’s camera narrowed and stared back. After a few short moments of staring, a canister next to the camera popped open and showered Petra in glitter.
Cue the Helljumper growling softly, with a quickness she grabbed the drone and stared at the camera on it.
An expression of slight anger amongst her face.
“Whose the turd who owns this? You want it, come find me..”
An expression of slight anger amongst her face.
“Whose the turd who owns this? You want it, come find me..”
Landing a little drone on top of the reader’s head.
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“ You'll live , Sergeant . Now go get settled in . We're having a movie night tonight . ”