SCRA Recruitment Centre

[Scarlet]

Kuvera mutters as her spatial skims an ice wrought mountain, twisting the control column left and gradualy circling down towards the fortress-compound, settling the craft down with a gentle thud and running down the engines. The act produces another long winded stream of muttering as one of the engines coughs out a small amount of flaming debris and dies.

Stalking to the access ramp, she slams her fist against the door release, and jumps down outside, snow crunching under her heavy black boots, and begins to make her way towards the doors, hands half raised in a guesture of peace, absent mindedly stepping through one of the the warbots tracks.

Entering the door, she stops and stares at the manned desk, the bots, and the other aplicants, scrunching up a shief of papers in her hand, and resting the other onto the empty scabbard of an outdated cavalry saber.

Assuming anyone present would know her purpose there, she walks over to said desk, and remains still, waiting for the woman to challenge her.

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[22:29:00 | Edited 22:29:52] Corey (Gheis): Just because I'm an admin doesn't mean I can't appreciate an attractive woman.