The Red of Sinner
Battle Sister
Jerrick was back in the heart of the Empire, a big ceremony and blah blah was held for the Czars, of course it was short and pointless. Jerrick didn't need these things to know he did a good job. He sat in his quaters thinking back on the rage, but it was to vivid to remember, he had basically blacked out. He shook his head, his bangs waving as he did. Thankfully the doc didn't touch his hair during the surgery. It helped covering his face, and the scars. He turned on some electric music on with a soft thump to the rythym to relax. Their armor was being repaired, and reoutfitted. Jerrick had asked for a custom paint job. A orange circle on the left side of the chest plate. He was told no promises. He leaned back in his bed. He was told a nurse or doc of some kind would be by to check his vital readings and condition of the augumentations. He took his shirt of and closed his eyes. Being more massive was a bit difficult to get used to out of a mission. You were more aware of your appreance in civilian enviroments. He wondered what Rolland was doing for R&R
@[member="Rolland CZ M1 002"]
@[member="Rolland CZ M1 002"]