05-29-2024, 05:29 PM
== NRC – Flint Chertstone – Tactical Officer ==
The doors of the mess hall opened, and Flint Chertsone – Tactical Officer, walked in. He took a moment to pause allowing his six foot two frame to be silhouetted by the light of the corridor behind him.
Then pointing at the bar keeper and winking as he did so, he strode over. Resting one elbow on the top while turning his body outward to face the rest of the room, he ordered a synthale. His voice was was like chamois leather on mink. A voice so smooth and deep that if they met, Orson Wells would been jealous.
Taking a draw from his glass, he looked over in the direction of a young security officer with long dark hair and coloured highlights. He took the opportunity to flash her a smile so white, the room seemed to brighten.
“Hi.” He said, the single syllable seemed to reverberate in the air. “Flint Chertsone – Tactical Officer.”
== Tag West
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The doors of the mess hall opened, and Flint Chertsone – Tactical Officer, walked in. He took a moment to pause allowing his six foot two frame to be silhouetted by the light of the corridor behind him.
Then pointing at the bar keeper and winking as he did so, he strode over. Resting one elbow on the top while turning his body outward to face the rest of the room, he ordered a synthale. His voice was was like chamois leather on mink. A voice so smooth and deep that if they met, Orson Wells would been jealous.
Taking a draw from his glass, he looked over in the direction of a young security officer with long dark hair and coloured highlights. He took the opportunity to flash her a smile so white, the room seemed to brighten.
“Hi.” He said, the single syllable seemed to reverberate in the air. “Flint Chertsone – Tactical Officer.”
== Tag West
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