Post by Blaka on Feb 12, 2016 15:28:29 GMT -5
*Donk*
The leather ball hit the wall of her room. Halfheartedly, dark skinned slender hands gave it a light smack each time it came flying back to her.
*Donk*
The red haired young woman with the curly ponytail was sitting on the corner of her bed, absendmindedly observing her volleyball flying back and forth. By now, there was a gray-ish splodge on the wall, where the white ball had rubbed off onto the wood. Practically doing nothing else in one's freetime, for two weeks of straight travel, usually resulted in a splodge like that.
*Donk*
Two weeks! Travelling sucked! Established bases, those were her home. Sure, going out into the world to shoot some bad guys was great fun and exciting. But the process of getting there... not really her thing. Being essentially locked into her room without any possibility to properly exercise (running around on deck each morning really didn't count) was just not the life for her.
*Donk*
At least today was supposed to be the day of their arrival. Excited at this thought, Nadya hit the ball a little harder, resulting in slightly louder donks. The actual mission was a very exciting one indeed. Toroa was not exactly a kingdom where Marines were welcome. Being a non-government nation and all. Their ship would have to be anchored out of eyeshot, to avoid confusion. In small groups of four, they'd have to row over - in civilian clothes, of course - and start from there.
*Donk*
Hence, Miss Orlov had been asigned some new clothes for the undercover act. Instead of her usual Seaman uniform, the young recruit was wearing a white blouse with a light blue high cut sleeveless top underneath it. Her legs were clad in regular jeans and her feet in small blue ballet flats. Not her usual taste, given that she had worn almost nothing but a soldier's garment for the past six years. Usually, Nadya was used to invading a country under the yells of a commanding officer and taking the thread down in an organised fashion. Yet, this time, organising like that would get them caught pretty quickly.
*Donk*
Make no mistake, the mission was not to safe the population, very much to Nad's liking. The people here were traitors after all, fools who didn't want to be ruled under the World Government's wings and recieve Marine protection. Did they realise, she wondered, that this was exactly why criminals like their present target used countries like these to hide in? Really, it was their own fault if pirates could just come in and trample all over them.
*DONK*
Idiocy of this magnitude could get Nad angry! Their choice in the end, she supposed. Thankfully it did not mean Marine forces were going to keep out entirely. Mister Killgore, the man they were here for today, was most definitely on Toroa. He would not escape justice. Anyone who got in their way would share his fate. Hopefully, her partner today had the same viewpoint. What was his name again? Van Riease or something. The winged recruit had nothing but a nodding acquaintance with the guy. According to orders, he was supposed to come pick her up when they were ready to head out. Any second now....
*Donk*
The leather ball hit the wall of her room. Halfheartedly, dark skinned slender hands gave it a light smack each time it came flying back to her.
*Donk*
The red haired young woman with the curly ponytail was sitting on the corner of her bed, absendmindedly observing her volleyball flying back and forth. By now, there was a gray-ish splodge on the wall, where the white ball had rubbed off onto the wood. Practically doing nothing else in one's freetime, for two weeks of straight travel, usually resulted in a splodge like that.
*Donk*
Two weeks! Travelling sucked! Established bases, those were her home. Sure, going out into the world to shoot some bad guys was great fun and exciting. But the process of getting there... not really her thing. Being essentially locked into her room without any possibility to properly exercise (running around on deck each morning really didn't count) was just not the life for her.
*Donk*
At least today was supposed to be the day of their arrival. Excited at this thought, Nadya hit the ball a little harder, resulting in slightly louder donks. The actual mission was a very exciting one indeed. Toroa was not exactly a kingdom where Marines were welcome. Being a non-government nation and all. Their ship would have to be anchored out of eyeshot, to avoid confusion. In small groups of four, they'd have to row over - in civilian clothes, of course - and start from there.
*Donk*
Hence, Miss Orlov had been asigned some new clothes for the undercover act. Instead of her usual Seaman uniform, the young recruit was wearing a white blouse with a light blue high cut sleeveless top underneath it. Her legs were clad in regular jeans and her feet in small blue ballet flats. Not her usual taste, given that she had worn almost nothing but a soldier's garment for the past six years. Usually, Nadya was used to invading a country under the yells of a commanding officer and taking the thread down in an organised fashion. Yet, this time, organising like that would get them caught pretty quickly.
*Donk*
Make no mistake, the mission was not to safe the population, very much to Nad's liking. The people here were traitors after all, fools who didn't want to be ruled under the World Government's wings and recieve Marine protection. Did they realise, she wondered, that this was exactly why criminals like their present target used countries like these to hide in? Really, it was their own fault if pirates could just come in and trample all over them.
*DONK*
Idiocy of this magnitude could get Nad angry! Their choice in the end, she supposed. Thankfully it did not mean Marine forces were going to keep out entirely. Mister Killgore, the man they were here for today, was most definitely on Toroa. He would not escape justice. Anyone who got in their way would share his fate. Hopefully, her partner today had the same viewpoint. What was his name again? Van Riease or something. The winged recruit had nothing but a nodding acquaintance with the guy. According to orders, he was supposed to come pick her up when they were ready to head out. Any second now....
*Donk*