Lyran Vadrik.

With the Galactic Civil War coming to a bloody stalemate, every ounce of strength matters now more than ever - no matter how unstable it is.

[Lyran Vadrik. @BlitzOneOne]

Further crushing the inhabitants of the Outer Colonies, Imperial forces became complacent, unprepared. Dozens of shipyards were raided, their garrison's bombarded; thus, a bloody revolution became certain. That was five years ago...

[Lyran Vadrik. @BlitzOneOne]

// prolly gonna release a steampunk themed character soon.

[Lyran Vadrik. @BlitzOneOne]

Such pain, anguish, complete and utter despair - the lazy Pilot gets it.

Another one, lost to the awakening.

[𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍 天子 🌈 @HisouWielder]

Stretching.

"FFFFFUUUUUUUCK!"

[Lyran Vadrik. @BlitzOneOne]

// oh no it was just a southern joke don't let this be my nickname oh no-

[Lyran Vadrik. @BlitzOneOne]

// Oh, my sense of humor tends to be rather "sharp" is a way to put it, I think. I dunno.

Well paint me purple and call me Daisy - I'd be happy to oblige!

[Lyran Vadrik. @BlitzOneOne]

- every shonen SciFi protagonist ever.

[Lyran Vadrik. @BlitzOneOne]

// But Mr. Roger's was a sniper deployed in Vietnam so they'd get along just fine I wager.

But the idea was there lmao. It's not so much a hobby as it is a Galactic Civil War, in which he is a revolutionary Soldier - an ace Pilot.

I thought it'd be cool but it's basically -

[Lyran Vadrik. @BlitzOneOne]

Pardon!?

The captured, ensnared, bamboozled Pilot is stunned beyond comprehension. Talk about a curve ball.

[Lyran Vadrik. @BlitzOneOne]

// I feel the pain - all Lyran does is dogfight in a Mech all the time, sleep in the cockpit and lurk all over the starship he's on.

It's basically a cold blooded serial killer trying to talk to Mr. Roger's when I think about it.

[ً @ARCHETYPEZ001]

━━━━⠀⠀𝐙-𝟎𝟎𝟏 '𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬'.
𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄.⠀⠀━━━━
󠇰 󠇰
󠇰 󠇰
⠀•⠀ᴀ ᴄʏʙᴇʀɴᴇᴛɪᴄ ᴇxɪsᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ.
⠀•⠀ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ.
⠀•⠀ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs ᴀᴘᴘʟʏ.

[Lyran Vadrik. @BlitzOneOne]

// Started the day off with an angry Dwarf, a small horde of undead, and an axe.

Now to work on bullets, starships and Mecha over here.

[Lyran Vadrik. @BlitzOneOne]

Visible stoicism.

Is there something on his face?

[Lyran Vadrik. @BlitzOneOne]

// wonder if folks like militaristic SciFi as much as me or am I just a nutcase with too much time on my hands idk hahahahahahahaha haha

Shoot me

[Lyran Vadrik. @BlitzOneOne]

Sure would be nice if he should sleep without geNERAL QUARTERS SOUNDING OFF EVERY FIVE MINUTES!

[Lyran Vadrik. @BlitzOneOne]

Oh! Sorry, he's been caught in his thoughts again-.

Really should find somewhere else to run mental simulations.

[Lyran Vadrik. @BlitzOneOne]

Marching in formation?

Don't you mean "paint a bigger target for an orbital strike"?

[Lyran Vadrik. @BlitzOneOne]

Hmmm... Captured enemy Mecha.

[Lyran Vadrik. @BlitzOneOne]

@SpectralMysteri - and Lyran, frozen not out of fear, but morbid curiosity. His face contorted into a snarl as he shook his head, banishing both thought and expression. Now he needed a damn drink.

The Pilot stalked past the boy, speaking only to himself as he growled: "Keep moving..."

[Lyran Vadrik. @BlitzOneOne]

Shore leave. While docked on yet another planet, the USS Arcadius' crew were granted a week to calm their nerves. Soldiers flocked to the bars, as did non-combatants; they saw combat regularly these days, something they'd not expected.

Unlike his Squad and allies, -

[Lyran Vadrik. @BlitzOneOne]

@SpectralMysteri - seemed to be ghostly..

"Depends on the game," he said, speaking idly as his boots thumped against the frozen soil. "Wolves love this time."

A steady stream of vapor left Lyran as he spoke, making way for a memory flash: A man screaming for help, a ravenous wolf growling.. -