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[Emilija Rankin]

i got a bad reputation
and it isn't just talk talk talk

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She didn’t do deliveries often. Most people didn’t want to approach her for such a safe job; Emilija had a natural glare to her, so it only made sense the tougher ones went to her for work. But now and again, people asked her to take such and such to here and there. Supplies, boxes of stuff she wasn’t allowed to look in, weapons. Emi had delivered many, many things in her life. She wasn’t surprised by anything anymore; she’s lived far too long to be. Smuggling some sort of rare animal? She’d turn a blind eye to it and hand it over without a doubt. Emilija just didn’t care, and so long as she had nothing to get put against her if it was caught after smuggling, she was happy. And when she was paid, she was even happier. Usually Emi leaned towards getting paid up front, but now and again she would offer her trust to people and accept to getting payment afterwards.

It was this certain job that she was getting paid afterwards. A small box of supplies (she was ordered not to look), but were worth a lot of money and she was explicitly warned that she’d be hunted down if anything went remotely wrong. Emilija could work with these conditions, as she had often received them as an empty threat from past buyers. This guy was no different than the others, and when she arrived at Serenity View, she found out that the buyer was no different either. Cocky, secretive, and eager to try and lower the price so that he didn’t need to pay as much. Emilija was defiant though, and was determined to get her money. Unfortunately, the buyer was even more determined and he eventually brought out the big guns. Not literally though - if he had, she would have done the same - but he had brought out two very large body guards. A few thousand weren’t worth the fight. She was forced to leave the home, and out of her own bitterness, she left Serenity View as well.

Instead of leaving Hera however, Emi decided to visit a place she had never been in over ten years. She felt uncomfortably getting too close to Serenity Valley, so she ventured closer to the graveyard of the fallen soldiers instead. Not bothering to read their names, Emi paced through them before making her way to one of the cliffs of the Valley. She mused over how close she had gotten to it, when she had promised herself she wouldn’t bother looking at it. It was a barren land, and while it brought back bad memories, Emi couldn’t stop looking at it. However, down in front of her, something caught her eye: a bright orange flower. Back home, her daddy taught her all about nature and the like. It wasn’t poisonous, but it was certainly pretty and bright enough to be a warning sign for that sort of thing. It rested on the very edge of the rock, and she stepped towards it and kneeled down, investigating its petals.

If something as beautiful as that could start growing here - albeit, not on the land that was devastated - then there was some hope. At the that thought, she ran her hands gently along her cross necklace before getting back to her feet. With what little money she had left, she’d go back to Serenity View, bargain food off of someone and catch a ride to Beaumonde. Or, wherever she could get another quick job. Hopefully one where she didn’t need to travel so far - paying her way was burning a bigger hole in her pocket than getting food for herself was. A sigh escaped her as she thought of her choices, hand on her gun to make sure it was still hanging from her shoulder. Something would turn up if she looked hard enough.

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[Donovan Jacob LaBeouf]

I ' V E. B E E N. C O L L E C T I N G. Y O U R. W O R D S.

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Donovan was originally on Hera for business and was now at one of the battlegrounds he had served on. No, he wasn’t a soldier but he had been a medic here. As he was at other battles. He had taken a lot of heat because when his side had taken prisoners Donovan had helped the enemy. Now, he wasn’t so sure if they had been the enemy. Maybe they had been right all along...he still believed the Alliance had the right idea but they kept going about things the wrong way. First Miranda and now still trying to chase down people trying to just keep their head about poverty. Still, he had a hard time wavering but didn’t turn in anyone who didn’t believe the same things as him. That’s why he had been able to keep his job on Dardania-Donovan didn’t run to the feds when a fugitive came aboard.

It wasn’t particular chilly on Hera but it wasn’t very warm. It was a very comfortable but still he slipped a sweater on before heading out of his hotel. In a day or so his right back to Dardania would come around. He had been out here for a week hashing out deals for medical supplies and ended up helping the locals. Sometimes he’d go out to different planets to do business himself because while Asher was great, he liked to take care of things himself. Plus is gave the head medic a little break. Working on such little sleep all the time burnt him out quick. Coming down to Hera, even for work, was just like a mini vacation. He had gotten plenty of rest, done some personal shopping and even visited an old friend. Now, he felt like visiting a place that held a lot of memories from him. Pretty much all bad.

This had been one of the bloodiest battles. Donovan and the others had been busy all day treating gunshot wounds and laser burns. Still when the newest captives came in, he had insisted on treating their wounds. At one point he had even gotten in a shouting match with his supervisor about the fact he was a doctor and that it was the right thing to do. Despite the morals to it, others didn’t see his view on things. Donovan eventually caved and said the prisoners were worthless dead which is what had worked. That still ate away at him because he had to make these people-human beings-seem like nothing to get what he wanted. Even that hadn’t made him think twice. At the time, the Independents didn’t clearly state how they would unite all the planets. But the Alliance had a plan to do so. They had made it so things would be clear that they would help people. And they did but other times even he knew that there were gaps. That was true no matter who was ruling. They tried their best and that is what mattered.

Standing at the grave of a man he hadn’t been able to save, Donovan was filled with the memories that he tried not to face often. He hadn’t been out fighting but he had seen the bloodshed going out in the battlefield to retrieve fallen comrades. When he looked upward, he noticed a woman walking about the edges of the cliffs. She had the build of a fighter. Something about her seemed familiar but that was with a lot of people. Sometimes he saw bits of old coworkers or patients in random strangers. But not many people came here unless they had a connection to here. Not being sure though he was cautious when approaching her. Once beside her, he gazed over the edge of the cliff. A shiver went down his spin about how ships and people were down in there years ago, fighting while others littered these cliffs. ”it’s always spooky. Being here that is.”

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[Emilija Rankin]

i got a bad reputation
and it isn't just talk talk talk

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It wasn’t easy to disguise the sound of footsteps in a place like this. Even if you crept, the complete silence would throw you out into the open. These steps were slow paced, but not enough to be a potential threat. This person was merely another passer-by like Emilija, come to look upon the land that was once a beautiful valley (or so she presumed). Waiting patiently for the man to stop and speak, she didn’t look at him. Every person was the same. She didn’t get any sort of vibe from him - she had come accustomed to sensing personalities and getting a feel from people by the way they presented themselves. She sent him a glance - nothing too unwelcoming, however there wasn’t a smile on her face - and then looked back at the valley. A grim area like this was no place for just some any stranger. This man was most likely connected to the battle. Not too curious as to how, Emilija nodded when he spoke.

“I try and make myself believe I won’t come back,” she said vaguely, “Fallen comrades, all that. Bad memories brought back make for bad dreams.”
And this was entirely true for Emi; more than once she’s found herself waking up on a sweaty stupor from nightmares overrun with blood and death. Considering the length of time it’s been since the event, she’s had many chances to have these rude awakenings. Jobs throughout those years haven’t helped any, only adding to the terror. But Emi wouldn’t admit any further than that - it was an acceptable thing, nightmares. She also excused herself by reasoning that she never outright stated she was scared of them. Not wanting to give anything away through expressions either, she kept a straight face.

Feeling no threat from this man, she let go of her gun and crossed her arms over her stomach. Finally she gave him a look over - an older gentleman, probably near her own age, clean-cut and a familiar face. Then again, at this age, anyone had a familiar face. She had been so many places - gone on so many adventures and jobs - that they all looked the same. Most of it didn’t even matter nowadays. She had hardly any friends that it didn’t matter who looked like what. So long as she remembered the faces that meant something to her, she needn’t keep useless information in mind. It was just the way her brain worked.

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[Donovan Jacob LaBeouf]

I ' V E. B E E N. C O L L E C T I N G. Y O U R. W O R D S.

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Donovan nodded. He understood that feeling if avoiding this place. It was a place where his comrades wondered if perhaps he wasn’t entirely on their side. ”Mmm somehow, though, you don’t want to feel like you left them behind. Especially the ones who became family.” As if they didn’t all become family at some point. It had been rather different for him as a medic though. He hadn’t been out there on the front lines fighting so didn’t really “get” what most of them talked about. It was like he was an outsider but in at the same time because he had cared for these men. Or was there in the final moments of a comrades death so was like a last connection. From time to time he would run into some people from his unit and with how many were beyond messed up made him thankful for not being out there. The ones who seemed to get over the hours had taken a lot to get their lives to a normal level but had private tortures they kept hidden.

Donovan reached around to pull a flask of whiskey from his flask. Whisky wasn’t something he indulged in very often-bourbon or beer was his drink of choice. But whiskey was something he had when important things relating to this time came up-remembering a friend’s passing, the anniversary of certain battles and meeting up with old friends. Taking a pull from the metal flask he handed it over to the girl beside him. Even if they hadn’t been on the same side, Donovan didn’t care. He didn’t hate those he fought against but respected them. ”Not much there. Going off for a drink myself at this local place. Just felt like Jackson and Karev would’ve appreciated it.” Donovan didn’t care if she got into small talk or not. It was who he was-a talkative person. He hated the quiet. To him the quiet always meant bad was on the way...

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