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Adventurer
Akemi Jordan
Akemi nodded as she too had heard the Morse code. She was assuming that meant military folks on the other side of the hatch. She moved into position with her P90 gripped in both hands, but the muzzle angled down.
“Yeah, survivors. Imagine that,” her voice was a sarcastic mutter as only moments before Locke was planning to sacrifice other survivors to the beast.
“Carpenter, can you and Simmons undog that hatch and let those folks in please.” It was a polite order that the Marine Private fully understood to not really be a question.
| [sblock=Akemi Jordan Mini-stats]Character Sheet Init: +3, Senses: Perception +2 AC: 16 (tactical armor) HP: 13 Current: 13 Proficiency: +2 Saves: Strength, Constitution Luck Points: 3/3 Remaining Weapon in Hand: FN P90 SMG [/sblock] |
“Yeah, survivors. Imagine that,” her voice was a sarcastic mutter as only moments before Locke was planning to sacrifice other survivors to the beast.
“Carpenter, can you and Simmons undog that hatch and let those folks in please.” It was a polite order that the Marine Private fully understood to not really be a question.