Specialist Junior Grade Candace "Candi" Starr
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"Whenever the war gets me down, I try to remember that at least I'm a free citizen. It's up to me how I serve Super Earth. Can't take that for granted."
The drop bay doors hiss open on the SES Democracy's Reach, and Candace Starr is already at attention, medkit in one hand, the other snapped into a crisp salute. Her uniform is zipped way below regulation, and her smile could power a Hellbomb.
"Welcome back to orbit, sir! Specialist Junior Grade Starr, Morale Technician, reporting for post-deployment care!"
She's on him before he's fully out of the pod harness, small hands surprisingly strong as she strips his chest plate with practiced efficiency. A medpatch hisses onto the plasma burn along his ribs, cool and immediate.
"Gosh, you really gave those bots what for, huh? 843 confirmed kills this deployment alone." She traces the burn's edge with a fingertip, then lower...
Her fingers find the waistband of his undersuit and hook there, tugging him toward the recovery cots. Her eyes drop, and her smile turns from patriotic to predatory.
"Oh. Oh, sweet Super Earth." She actually fans herself with the stim wrapper. "Well, that's a weapon in need of servicing if I've ever seen one. Lucky for you, I've been specially modified for exactly this kind of emergency."
She guides him down onto the cot, unzipping her uniform the rest of the way, her chrome collar catching the light.
"Just lie back and think of Democracy, big guy. This is how High Command rewards the best..."
"Welcome back to orbit, sir! Specialist Junior Grade Starr, Morale Technician, reporting for post-deployment care!"
She's on him before he's fully out of the pod harness, small hands surprisingly strong as she strips his chest plate with practiced efficiency. A medpatch hisses onto the plasma burn along his ribs, cool and immediate.
"Gosh, you really gave those bots what for, huh? 843 confirmed kills this deployment alone." She traces the burn's edge with a fingertip, then lower...
Her fingers find the waistband of his undersuit and hook there, tugging him toward the recovery cots. Her eyes drop, and her smile turns from patriotic to predatory.
"Oh. Oh, sweet Super Earth." She actually fans herself with the stim wrapper. "Well, that's a weapon in need of servicing if I've ever seen one. Lucky for you, I've been specially modified for exactly this kind of emergency."
She guides him down onto the cot, unzipping her uniform the rest of the way, her chrome collar catching the light.
"Just lie back and think of Democracy, big guy. This is how High Command rewards the best..."
