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Adriana Caine


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a character in “Baby Steps”, as played by comicbooklover




Adriana M. Caine


Born On:
January 18 2031


Navy- Ensign

Caine is pretty alike to the picture above, although it does not have every detail completely right. She has blonde hair so light that it almost appears white. It reaches down to her back. She had planned on cutting it, but finally, convinced otherwise, she stuffs it into her hat whenever she can, always leaving her side bangs down. Caine has hazel eyes and fairly tan skin. She stands at about 5'11" and is very tall for her age. Cain's body type is almost completely flat with hardly any curves. Because of this some people call her "Twig" or "Toothpick", which she doesn't ever react to. The only part about Cain that isn't scrawny is her muscles, which she has on her abs and arms. She has very broad shoulders, most people telling her she is born for a sport like swimming, but sports never interested her.

Caine has the personality of any good soldier, respectful, obedient, and dedicated. She only speaks when asked a question or talked to. She always seems to be focused, finding no time for fun. She has a serious expression that seems permanently implanted on her face. It's practically an impossible task to get her to smile. When Caine does speak, she is kind and intelligent. It only takes her seconds to work things out in her head. Caine often seems immersed in following orders and doing the best she can to be helpful that she seems much older than she actually is. And, finally, call her by her first name and you will be sure to annoy her.

Caine was born in a small home, being an only child. Her mother was mute and her father worked three jobs, most of them impersonating old rock stars and preforming at gigs. Her father was gone a lot, leaving Caine and her mother in pretty much silence. Caine quickly learned sign language and mastered the skill, having conversations with her mother that way. Caine was quiet at school, not making a lot of friends, and her mother thought it was her fault. Caine was in second grade when a Navy Soldier visited her school and spoke at an assembly, teaching Caine that she wanted to be a soldier when she got older. So she disciplined herself from then on, working out as soon as she could actually lift the weights, being loyal and obedient, and soon it began to show.

When Caine was fourteen her mother died. She and her father were both heartbroken. And what made it even worse is whenever Caine's father told her he didn't support her going into the Navy someday, making Caine feeling like she had wasted a childhood. Not caring what her dad, who had never really been there for her, thought, she went to a Naval Academy and graduated a soldier, proving her father wrong.

Ship You're On (Hyperion, Thunderchild, or Apollo):

I'm not a huge fan of cursing, but I should be find if it's mild. But, I may need to drop out. If you don't want me because of this, it's ok, just let me know. I know it can be quite inconvenient of me. :)

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Adriana Caine's Story

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Soldier Adriana Cain stood on a skywalk that overlooked the garage in which the ships were stored. She should have seemed half awake, for she had been awake all night, on a rotating shift guarding the garage. She wore her uniform, a navy green camouflage outfit, with a pistol strapped to her hip and a hat on her head, which hid her long blonde hair. For someone who hadn't slept, she was as awake as someone who had slept in. Soldiers, Scientists, Naval Officers, and all kinds of others were flooding the garage, getting on and off the ships. Cain hadn't been ordered to come down yet, but she got a feeling that she might was to hurry it up.

Even though she didn't seem like it, Cain was quite excited about this trip. Space, aliens, it was all so Star Trek-ish. Cain would never admit it, but she loved the show as a child, watching the old reruns whenever she could, although it was what, ninety years old? Maybe a hundred?

Suddenly, noise in her bluetooth brought her back to reality. There was so much static, she wasn't sure if they were speaking to her nor what they were saying, but it was probably time for her to head down anyway. Standing on the skywalk over the garage for a long while, and still maintaining a perfect soldier-like posture was something she grew tired of eventually. She might as well check in on the ship she was going on, the Hyperion, just to make sure she wasn't going to be left behind. So, Cain silently walked back into the main part of the building, full intent on heading down to the garage where everyone else was.

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ImageGrand Admiral McCartImage

”Veris. Thank you. I am confident that those diagnostics are already in capable hands and are being attended to. Please notify me when the pods return.”

McCart finally allowed himself a moment of… jubilation, as he stared out over the Bridge’s primary windows. Such awe. Such wonder. Planets unknown to mankind, around a star previously just a blip on a telescopic image. A message on the Admiral’s inbox came up.

"Congratulations old man, how does it feel to be the Grand Admiral of the first space expedition outside our solar system? Forget Mayor of Lockhart, Admiral. I'd be surprised if you weren't nominated for president. Congratulations in advance."

McCart joyously shook his head. He was content with the message.

[color=DarkSlateBlue]”Congratulations to you, too, Hunter.

It feels… overwhelming. We’ll talk about it more over a bottle of wine sometime.

And president? President of what? I do have dual-citizenship, you know? President of Texas, or were you thinking something more… D.C.? Or maybe President of Toy Land? President of St. Henry’s Home for the Senile?

I suppose we shall see.

The uproar that had erupted on both the Bridge and the Relay was most definitely echoed throughout the whole of the ship, indeed the whole fleet. It seemed almost like a deafening buzz of applause and cheers, right for at least 15 minutes. From the FCC, the Admiral could see the various smiling faces of the young men and women aboard. It inspired a ‘kink’ of pure ecstasy in the old man for a moment. He remembered Katie at that moment – she’d love to be here.

He waited for a moment to allow the hum to die down, slightly. At what seemed the apex, he stood up from his chair and stood just in front of the navigational module, using it as a pulpit above his congregation. From his raised position over the Bridge, he stared off into a few of the eyes that caught his own. Raising his right hand as if calling a cab, he called the attention of Captain McCoy.

”Veris. Bring up a camera and focus it on me. I’d like to address the fleet. Broadcast to all public facilities,” the Admiral said to his trusted side.

A small, spherical pod was discharged from the ceiling of the Command Level and kept itself in hover around the Admiral’s FCC. It’s lights turned from green to red, indicating broadcasting. The screens and holo-modules of the Bridge, likewise, manifested the Admiral’s face. It was safe, at least to McCart’s mind, to assume the case was the same on the Thunderchild and the Apollo.

Clearing his throat, the Admiral began to speak, culling the roars of the crew to attention.

”Ladies and gentlemen, damen und herren, madamoiselles et monsieurs, damas y caballeros: my… fellow children of Gaia, my fellow Earthlings. Welcome to Kepler-62.”

The crew burst into cheering once more, forcing the Admiral to humbly stretch out his hand as if to understandingly snuff their cheers away.

”After over two years, we are finally at our destination. Many of us have just woken from cryosleep today. Many of us haven’t been in cryosleep for awhile but with all the busy-bodying, I bet it feels like cryosleep.

“We are all the very first humans to use hyperspace, leave our local system, and see with our very own eyes the horizon of another star. Before us lies perhaps a system filled with destiny.

“For the time being, we will engage slowly. Apollo shall work on deciphering which of the planets will be the safest to engage and then I’ll determine who’s going where and when.

“Congratulations. Now if there be life out there other than our own, let’s introduce ‘em to our King.”

At that, the Admiral initiated a track from his personal datacore, and broadcasted it to each of the ships public facilities.