perrinmiller
Adventurer
Akemi Jordan
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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
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With the team from the other Ark finally coming inside and letting them shut the hatch again, Akemi was feeling a bit more comfortable about the tactical situation for the moment. The demon had not been able to make an appearance, but she was now worried that it would lurk out there and just wait.
“Welcome to Ark 42,” she said wryly.
“While your Airman looks into his magic stuff, the rest of us might as well get to know each other. I am Petty Office Jordan, SEALS.” Akemi was not wearing any rank or insignia on her fatigues as was a typical habit SPECOPS. She did not even have name tape sewn on the blouse.
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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
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With the team from the other Ark finally coming inside and letting them shut the hatch again, Akemi was feeling a bit more comfortable about the tactical situation for the moment. The demon had not been able to make an appearance, but she was now worried that it would lurk out there and just wait.
“Welcome to Ark 42,” she said wryly.
“While your Airman looks into his magic stuff, the rest of us might as well get to know each other. I am Petty Office Jordan, SEALS.” Akemi was not wearing any rank or insignia on her fatigues as was a typical habit SPECOPS. She did not even have name tape sewn on the blouse.