koirian

[koirian]

Yoink!!!!

TW: Cursing (I think that’s about it)

Word Count: 1042

She ran and ran and ran. Her uniform soaked and heavy from the rain weighing her down. She grits her teeth in pain. Her legs had long since started burning from overexertion. They were relentless, not stopping for a break once. Hiding in the shadows while she sticks out like a sore thumb. All of it is making her go insane. She felt like an animal being hunted.

“Son of a bitch” She pants breathlessly taking a sharp turn into another alleyway

“Shoulda never took this job. Shoulda never trusted them sketchy ass mercs. Shoulda never joined the fucking army." Another turn. All of these alleyways were making her dizzy and can't even remember which way she came from. She just prays that she doesn’t come against a dead end. She curses the city in her mind much preferring the nice old countryside rather than a concrete jungle. She could hear their voices from all around her. There's no escaping from these guys.

There was a voice of her CO screaming in her ear. His irritating voice makes her ears ring. Throughout all the chaos around her and in her ears she manages to make out the coordinates of the extraction point from the screaming voice.

“Woulda been nice to know earlier” She grumbles under her breath fumbling with one of her vest pockets to pull out a compass taking a sharp right “Fuck!” She curses as she looks up from her compass to see a dead end to the alley she was running through. Her eyes scanned for any kind of way out of this situation. Footsteps ring out from behind her, only a few seconds away from being caught and who knows what.

She takes deep breaths to calm herself down. No use panicking in this situation, if anything that’ll make it worse. She scans her surroundings. Wall, Wall, more wall, dumpster, Fire Escape.

“Thank you gods” She grins; thanking whatever blessed higher being looking over her that day. She takes a few steps back before sprinting toward the dumpster and jumping onto it, throwing herself up onto the fire escape. Grabbing onto the bottom rung bottom of the rail. She grunts as she heaves herself up onto the metal floor of the escape. Taking desperate breaths curled up into herself, her head resting on the railing that her hands were still gripping shakily having fallen to her knees.

Her head snaps up at the sound of footsteps at the entrances of the alleyway “C’mon, don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” She pushes herself up onto shaky legs and starts climbing the stairs pushing herself to the brink of exhaustion up onto the rooftops. Probably not the best idea, but what other option does she have. One, Two Three, Four…. God how many floors were there.

She collapses onto her hands and knees at the top of the stairs on the roof of the building she climbed up onto. Black blurred the edges of her consciousness. She had no more strength to run anymore, praying that they had lost her or thought she wasn’t worth the effort anymore.

A voice chuckles. The same voice that had been tormented throughout this entire night. The same southern drawl that was making her lose her mind. “You're quite the runner, almost lost you” Sandra squeezed her eyes shut still taking in large deep breaths, She could hear the troop of heavy footsteps approaching her. She pushes herself off of her hands “What do you want from me” She glares up at the man.

Short blonde hair, a perfectly trimmed beard, beautiful eyes…stupidly handsom-. Let's stop thinking for now. He looks down at her with scrutinizing eyes “I’ll make you an offer. Join us” He gestures to himself and the soldiers behind him “or since ya got confidential information we’re gonna have to get rid of ya.” A few of the soldiers behind him shift their weapons threateningly.

She looks around wondering if she should take her chances. Close enough to the edge that she could lean back to fall. High enough to kill her. 95% chance she died here if she didn’t accept, but she did fancy herself a gamble.

“Well what do ya say?” The man grinned dangerously at her. This time She grinned back and leaned back “I’ll get back to you for that one.”

She could feel the wind rushing past her body and she braced herself for impact that never came. A few seconds after she was in the air she suddenly felt someone grab the back of her collar “Oh no you don’t you little brat!”

She was hefted back up onto the rooftop still being practically scuffed like a mischievous cat instead of a fully grown adult woman. She swings her legs at whoever was still holding her in ‘air jail’ hoping to get a good kick in before getting immediately stopped.

She sighs accepting that she finally lost a gamble and looking forward again. She sees the same man looking a little more annoyed, but not making any move to kill her yet. He raised an eyebrow expectantly. “I’ll join your company” she fumed slightly at her loss.

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“SANDRA! GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!” Graves shouted down the hallway as Sandra absolutely sprinted through the complex. Sandra knew she wouldn’t be able to run away forever, but at least she can delay the consequences.

Sandra starts weaving in and out between the rest of the shadows. Graves voice was getting quieter as she kept going until eventually she felt her collar get grabbed and she was suspended in the air “Let go of me!” She squirms trying to get out of whatever Shadow just grabbed her. Her attempts become more urgent as she hears a Grave’s voice get closer.

Sandra saw him approach giving the Shadow an approving nod before turning back to her. There was a radio in his hand. One that Sandra had hid in his ceiling weeks ago for the ongoing prank war. “I’ll make you an offer” Graves chuckles “Join my side of the prank war or I’ll have to get rid of you”

Sandra almost scoffs at the reminisce of their first meeting before sighing dramatically “I’ll join your side.”

[koirian]

Lazy Evenings

Tw: Angst, Crying (Tell me if I miss anything!!!!)

Word Count: 824

A nice lazy evening, no work to be done, no recruits to train, just relaxing. S7-11 sighed in relief as he lays down on his bed…..

“3..2..1” the door slams open

“Oh L.T!! S7-77 walks through the door with a plate of puff pastries in hand. A delicious scent fills the room as she sets the plate down on his desk. She throws the curtains open letting the sun flood into the room

S7-11 groans as he sits back up in bed“Don’t you have something better to be doing than bothering me, sergeant” he gives her a deadpan look “Like training or maybe paperwork”

S7-77 squawks “Well I guess I’ll take the pastries I so kindly made for you and give them to the recruits” She tries to keep the offended face up, grabbing the plate again. S7-11 snatches the plate away from her before lifting his mask and shoving one in his mouth. It’s sweet, almost overwhelmingly sweet and of course her signature fresh peaches. “Could use less sugar” he licks his fingers clean.

“Noted” S7-77 responds as she flops across his lap “anyways I’m bored” she complains

“Then go do something, idiot” S7-11 sighs “Stop bothering me you dumbass”

“But there’s nothing to doooo” S7-77 groans dramatically “I’ve finished all my paperwork AND reports. I trained for a good 2 hours today, bothered the Commander, baked, cooked, etc”

“Alright how about this” He leans closer to her and whispers “I’ll try to get you on an easy solo mission to keep you busy” She brightens at the idea and nods. A big grin paints her face.

S7-11 leans away “Good. Good. Now get out of my room , Sergeant” she laughs as she gets up and starts walking out of his room a bounce in her step “Oh and Sergeant” S7-77’s face falls shaking her head “5 laps”. She groans loudly before closing the door

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“S7-77 do you copy! Lucky, answer me! For fucks sake! Sand…..” Alarms ring in S7-11’s ears as Commander Graves voice fades away. The radio is deathly silent. No response from S7-77, not even a peep. Just a few seconds ago she was still rambling about the best method to raise cattle and now….fuck.

It supposed to be a simple mission, a get in get out. Now a blaring word sits in front of him. Almost taunting him.

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S7-11 walks through the quiet hallways. His steps echoing loudly. It’s strangely cold for a spring evening. He stops in front of a door, obvious to who it belongs to with the whiteboard with encouraging words written on it….the words haven’t been change yet. He erases the board again before picking up a marker. He thinks for a bit before sighing and putting it back down. It doesn’t feel right and S7-11 doesn’t know if it ever will be right again.

S7-11 grabs the handle, taking a deep breath and twisting it open.

The stale scent of the barrack rooms and…peach.

He takes a few minutes to just observe the room. The curtains open allowing the evening sun to bathe the room in a warm glow. Everything about her just need to be warm didn’t it. He chuckles. Her bed was unmade, her desk littered with trinkets, but what he was looking for was in her nightstand. S7-11 walks forward grabbing the picture. It was a framed picture of the day she got promoted. Tears of joy in her eyes and a Massive smile on her face. He can feel his own stinging in his eyes. He took that picture.

He pulls the chair from the desk. Sitting in front of the picture as L.T Jr struts into the room and jumps into his lap.

“Sergeant…no…Sandy” The nickname fills him with a sense of relief warmth and guilt as he looks at the picture “it’s been a week since you went missing” he feels the part of his mask under his eyes get a bit wet “We’ve been doing…as well as we can. The Commander is doing everything to get you back” He pets L.T Jr’s fur “L.T Jr is doing good, I’ve been feeding him everyday just like how you taught me…He stands outside of your room everyday for hours…just waiting.” He looks down at the floor not being able to look at the picture for any longer “The peach tree in the court yard is wilting slightly. You never taught anyone to take care of it yet and we have t had the heart to call your parents yet.” More tears fall from his face “Just…Please Sandy, come bother me again. Slam my door open to get me to try your latest peach recipe. Throw the curtains open all you want. I’ll even wear that pink sparkly mask you croqueted me…” His voice was cracking now. His mask damp from tears.

“Cmon little Liz”

“Don’t make us bury an empty casket”

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S7-11 belongs to @pampanope

S7-77 belongs to meeee :3333

[koirian]

The sillies!!!!

Shadow Company OC and company incorrect quotes

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S7-77 hanging from the ceiling: I wanna take a ride on the Commander.

S7-11: Cowgirl?

S7-77: no like perch on his shoulde-…..whore.

S7-11: Dumbass

S7-11: …5 laps around base, Sergeant.

S7-77 swinging down to the floor: fucking worth it.

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S7-77: Sir

S7-77: Commmanderrrrrr

Graves: What!?

S7-77: did you know

Graves: Sandra if I hear another fucking fun fact I’m going to strangle you

S7-77:

S7-77: did you know you have a new suit of skin every month

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S4-13: Are you gonna get off my shoulder?

S7-77: No <3

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S7-77 running off: L.t I’m bout to do something stupid!

S7-11:

S7-77 in the distance holding up a random feral cat: Holy shit! I caught it! I’m gonna name you L.t jr.

S7-11 mumbling: What did the commander see in you

S7-77 getting scratched by the cat: Ow

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S7-77 singsong: I’m gonna do some sketchy shit, sketchy shit, sketchy shit, I’m gonna do some sketching shit to my Commander

Graves at the end of the hallway

S7-77 still in singsong turning back around getting progressively nervous: Here comes the consequence, consequence, consequence, here comes my consequences chasing after me!

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S7-77 shooting a plane down and committing various war crimes: 🎶California girls were unforgettable🎶

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Graves: I should’ve left you on that street where you were standing

S7-77 standing in top of the fridge: Butcha didnt!!!!!

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Graves: Sandra why are there 15 Crates of your family’s peaches outside

S7-77: non ya

Graves: 🧍

S7-77: 🧍‍♀️

S7-77:

S7-77: completely unrelated, do you want a crate of peaches?

Graves: Course I do

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S7-77 high off pain killers giggling her ass off: Wha- what do you call a- a pile of c-cats

A random medic: Miss Fitzpatrick please relax

S7-77 not calming down: a Meow-tain!!!!!

S7-77: It’s not even that f-funny! I am so high right now!

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S7-77: Okay word association go!

S7-77: Holiday!

S7-11: Boys!

S7-77:

S7-11:

S7-77: Commander?

S7-11: Commander.

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S7-11 belongs to @pampanope

S7-77 and S4-13 are my OCs

[koirian]

I just want to post my silly little OC’s somewhere :D

Credits for picrew(cause I haven’t drawn her yet and im not good at drawing.)https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/114808

Her full name is Sandra Elizabeth Fitzpatrick or Liz, Lizzy, Sandy, Lucky

Military Nicknames/Callsigns: Shadow 7-77, Lucky, Peaches

Sandra is a military sniper for the Shadow Company (Small girl Big Gun!!!). She usually just wears Shadow Company uniform, Helmet, face mask, and tinted eye protection.

Personality: A bubbly gremlin, optimistic, cuddly, is short acts short(5’3), info dumps on anyone and everyone(Even the commander sometimes)

BACKGROUND!!!!!: She was born in Georgia, USA. Her father was born in Ireland while her mother was born and raised in Georgia. She grew up on a peach farm in the countryside. Her family likes buying lottery tickets every now and then. Sandra wanted to scratch one and ended up winning the lottery as a young child. It wasn’t a big lottery, but her family started calling her Lucky or four leaf clover. Her Papa liked hunting and occasionally took her and her siblings out which is where she learned how to use a rifle. She took to guns like a duck to water. Her grades weren’t the best so in the end she decided to join the military instead of college (AMERICA RAHHHH🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅). She eventually got recruited (Cough Cough stolen) by Graves into the Shadow Company.

Silly little facts:

Occasionally climbs people like a tree and perches on their shoulder to get a higher ground. It got so common that some of her taller teammates got an accessory on their armor that provided her with a more steady and flat place to perch.

After leave when she goes back to visit her family she’ll bring home crates of peaches for the company. Only the best and sweetest peaches make their way into those crates and she personally picks out the peaches herself straight from the trees. (Reason for the nickname peaches)