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Piper Kolert

The one in the chair.

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a character in “The Age of Gifted”, originally authored by FranklyLorelle, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Full Name: Piper Lynn Kolert

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Gift: Weak thermoelectricity

Loyalty: Erubesco for days

Description: Soft, round features and figure, rosegold-colored curls. Usually seen in a wheelchair, and occasionally on crutches for her visibly twisted feet.

Personality: Sweet, friendly, hardworking, and loyal to a fault. Piper has an ambitious streak and can be fierce about her passion for Erubesco – so much so that she will justify virtually any atrocities the faction commits. She loves Ser Sage propaganda movies.

Skills: Handy at electrical, secretarial, and other organizational work.

Weaknesses: Next to worthless in a fight. Narrow-minded.

Brief History: Piper grew up in a loyal Erubescan family of Knights. Her physical disability resulted in Gift-related damage her mother sustained while pregnant with Piper. Several years ago, her admired older brother died heroically on the field of battle. Piper wants nothing more than to make her family and faction proud.

So begins...

Piper Kolert's Story

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Piper pulled her chair up to an empty table in the mess hall, setting her breakfast tray on the clean, flat surface with a plastic click. The sausage-ish meat next to the flatcakes looked...unidentifiable...but it smelled pretty good. It probably tasted fine. The genetically modified meatstuffs they harvested downstairs usually met those specifications. Regardless, Piper didn't have much desire to eat it.

Her appetite had suffered over the past few days--the days since the mission failed. Her figure didn't look any less soft and rounded to the casual observer, but she had noticed in the mirror how her cheekbones showed beside her rosegold hair. Lost appetite...fitful sleeping... she wondered if she ought to speak with psych. She didn't want to go pulling a Botrelle and snapping.

But no. She had only been behind the headsets. No way would she take therapy time away from the ones who had been on the front lines. Oh well. At least her work ethic hadn't suffered. Piper's work ethic would always be the last thing to go. Checking out of work and duty was not an option. She would run herself ragged before she failed her faction. She'd get herself out of this rut without help. And to start, she'd face this day of work with energy.

With herculean determination, she ate a bite.

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If it hadn't been for his stomach growling, Nathan would have skipped eating and gone off to work. His body had said otherwise, and he couldn't simply ignore it now. He begrudgingly entered the mess hall, and he was welcomed by the ambiance of constant chatter and food preparation. Oh, how he enjoyed the mess hall.

Making his way inside, he stepped into line to grab some food, doing his best to drown out the noise. The line moved slowly, but he busied himself with people-watching until he reached the counter. He observed the food options warily, eyeing the unidentifiable meat in particular. Though he had survived on this food so far, he couldn't get used to the look of some of it. Nevertheless, he took some, along with some flat cakes, and went to find a table.

A good portion of them were full of people, and he was not looking to squeeze in. He didn't really want an empty table today either, though. As he was walking down an aisle, he spotted a familiar blonde sitting in her wheelchair at an otherwise empty table. Blinking, he approached the side of the table across from her. "Mind if I sit with you?" He asked.

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  1. Agh. Freakin locations.

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Piper looked up with a small start as Nathan interrupted her meandering thoughts. "Actually, I was planning on using the entire table," she said, forcing a smile and gesturing to the empty seats. "No, of course not. I'm Piper. What's your name--? Oh," It had taken her a moment to recognize him. "Oh, you were on the--on the strike force. Knight Chandler, right? Nathan Chandler?"

She picked at her food, avoiding his eyes for a moment, embarrassed. "Sorry. I remember. There was a lot going on."

Like teleporters to coordinate. And dozens of bloody wounds to look at. And Piper, in the most out of character outburst of her life, wheeling up to Commander Kora Norrevinter and yelling at her in front of everyone.

Piper did regret, to some extent, her belligerent attack on the Commander's honor. The berserker had just--apparently--willingly given up her daughter to those terrorists, and in Piper's now clearer mind, she assumed that there had been mind manipulation of the Memolis involved. How must Kora feel now? She regretted accusing Kora of being a traitor...and yet, she wasn't sure she wouldn't shout it all again. Her anger for the loss of those Knights had not fully cooled, and Norrevinter was the most accessible target for Piper's bitterness.

Piper wanted to shrink. Nathan must think that was who she was--angry, bitter, and temperamental. She always thought she was a generally positive person, but maybe she was wrong.

"So," she said, clasping her hands on the table, her determination to be friendly redoubling, "Nathan. Tell me about yourself. What's your story?"

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Nathan's mouth quirked upward at Piper's little joke, and he placed his tray on the table. He observed the recognition in her eyes as he sat down across from her, and nodded as she said his name. In response to her embarrassed apology, he shook his head. "No, it's fine. There was definitely a lot going on at the time." He replied calmly. He remembered the chaotic return to the base, and the shouting Kora had received from Piper. It wasn't something he expected to hear from her. Normally, she seemed sweet and calm.

Piper's question suddenly pulled him away from his thoughts, and he blinked. "Ah, my story?" He repeated, looking at her curiously. He glanced at his tray of food awkwardly for a second as he pondered the question. "There's not really much to say, to be honest with you." He replied. "I've been here ever since I was old enough to be trained. I took to sniper training and earned my title of a Knight that way. It's been just the same up until now." He thought more about it and frowned, rubbing his left temple with his fingers. "I have a few gaps in my memory because of an accident, so that's my story so far." He added, shrugging it off. "

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Piper nodded as he spoke, her strawberry blond springs of hair bouncing, a little surprised by the timbre of the information Nathan provided. Usually when she asked "what's your story" she got the answers to where people were from and a list of hobbies. Since he hadn't asked her a return question, and since she didn't feel up to volunteering her own "story," in detail, she simply replied, "Sounds like the classic tale. Mine's similar. Though I think I got Knighted because I'm good at paperwork."

Her curiosity was peaked about these memory gaps, so she added, "Was it a combat related accident? Or--sorry. That was rude." She was asked so frequently about her chair, and her disposition was such that it had never bothered her, so it hardly occurred to her that asking might be considered impolite until too late.

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Nathan blinked at the apology and was quick to hold up a hand in reassurance. "Oh, no, it's fine. I've had people ask me that before." He replied, running a hand through his hair awkwardly. "I was injured out in the field. Explosion, I believe. Woke up in the medical bay with no memory of anything before that. Now things just pop up occasionally with my migraines." He looked down at his food quietly. Despite having been asked before, it was still strange talking about it. It made his head hurt to think about the accident.

"Anyway, I forgot to ask you about your story. You told me it was sort of similar, right?" He asked. Before he could get an answer, though, Commander Botrelle's call came in through his earpiece. Immediately he was sitting up straight and listening in. His eyes narrowed at the mention of Ronin, and he stood up as the message ended. He looked at Piper.

"Sorry, but I need to go. I've just been drafted." He explained. "Talk later?" He looked at her apologetically in question before heading out of the dining hall. He made a quick trip to his room to put on civilian clothes before heading towards the teleportation bay.

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Nightingale and Cadriel were late, which was quite enough to set Commander Botrelle’s nerves on end: Lives were on the line, and this operation needed to run like a well-oiled machine. A hint of irritation flashed across her features as both came in a minute or two behind the start of her briefing, but she took no further action to call them out or draw attention. Minor mistakes were expected.

And then Makorai Goddamn Saika had the nerve to be late and drunk.

Her lips folded in on themselves and her irises locked onto the ceiling to avoid looking at him.

This was not a time to let her temper get the best of her.

“Knight Saika, what, might I ask, are you-“

Crash.

A chunk of wall was demolished directly where the Commander had been projecting the map, the teleport bay’s security alarm blared to life, and a puff of sealant foam sprayed out from the wall’s broken points to close up the gap, spraying both the opening and the backside of the man who had smashed it with a pale yellow snowfall that expanded on contact. Rubble and dust were cast up into a cloud, and nearly all of the teleport bay workers turned to stare in silence.

Now, some Supervising Officers would have been fuming at this development, but “fuming” was not something that Botrelle was known to do.

She was known to tap a sharp-heeled stiletto, or drum her nearly manicured nails, or perhaps draw her rosy lips into a disappointed purse.

But she did none of these.

Her posture was rigid, and she did not so much as turn to look at Rousimoff’s graceless form. The rise and fall of her chest ceased, and she was frozen so stock still that, were it not for an incredulous blink, there were about five seconds in which it looked possible that she had literally died from disappointment at the team that had gathered.

She touched her earpiece. “Knight Kollert, I need a soldering job on the north wall of the teleport bay. Gather a prompt reconstruction team. Please.” A quick flick of her finger across her tablet surface shut down the screaming alarm.

Lulu was going to kill them.

If a vein did not burst in her brain from trying to comprehend the level of unbridled incompetency in the room, she was going to fucking kill them.

She took a slow, deliberate breath— The kind so deep that it strained against the buttons of her button-up blouse as she held it before letting it go into a sigh.

“Twenty-two thousand, four hundred, and thirty-eight,” she said softly, her tone devoid of compassion or fury. There was an edge in its quietness, the kind that seemed to lower the ambient volume of the room with its demand to be heard.

“That is the number of civilian lives immediately at risk in the West District. That many men, women, and children are depending on nine upstanding military troops of the Kingdom they have pledged their allegiance to to keep them alive. They are counting on nine punctual, sober troops ,who are capable of following basic orders without causing major structural damage to sensitive, secure areas for no justifiable reason.”

Her pale green glare was fixed on the back wall, staring directly between the torsos of Nightingale and Chandler without actually looking at either of them.

“If you are not capable of fulfilling these requirements, or understanding the weight of these stakes, you will excuse yourself immediately.”She paused, letting the silence linger in the area for a moment, and then nodded to Quirk.

“Put our snipers in position,” she ordered, and with a nod Quirk moved first to Chandler and then to Saika. “Nightingale, you’re with Cadriel at the West entrance. Schmidt, move everyone. And stand by near the drop point for the withdrawal operation.”

Schmidt gave an apprehensive nod and began working around the circle, vanishing each member of the team off to the corner, ending with Commander Botrelle.

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Piper had no time to be confused by her lunch companion’s hasty exit, because she heard Commander Botrelle’s voice in her ear. “On it, Commander,” she said, one hand already starting the wheels of her chair away from the table and the other manipulating her tablet to contact the appropriate channels. The closest custodians and technicians pinged on the smooth interface.

“Chase Black, Edgar Gormly, Krystal Saturns, and Patricia Collin,” she said, practicing her best official-yet-cheerful-yet-no-nonsese voice, feeling very pleased and very official with her new rank to be organizing other people instead of being ordered, “please report to the teleport bay immediately. Gormly, bring soldering equipment and the Cabinet 3 reconstruction materials from the supply closet on your way. Thank you.”

She herself glided straight to the lift, and then to the site of the busted wall. She didn’t need any soldering equipment, herself. She was soldering equipment.
She could do this sort of thing. Battles and losing Knights on her watch, she wasn’t sure she was cut out for that. But emergency technical work? Cake.
Because she'd go real far in life on emergency tech work.
Yeah.
That'd make 'em all so proud and jealous.
Ugh.

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Something was going on. There was some kind of emergency, probably. Everyone seemed to be involved. The tall guy went literally crashing away, and even Caddie received a summons. Even the other janitor's earpiece lit up. Skip waited for the a call in his ear that his help was needed, too.

He waited until he found himself alone, just standing. Just breathing in the corridor.

Skip was on probation.

Nobody needed him.

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  1. Wrong Location

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Cadriel and the large man were both summoned away by a call. Both left rather suddenly, the large man leaving a trail of destruction in his wake. It was at this point Edgar realized something. There's no way I'm going to get that all cleaned up by myself. At least I can blame it all on the large guy and continue on.

With the others gone there was no force holding him there any longer. Looking rotten like his day's been nothing but rotten pears he started on his way off when his annoying headset went off in his ear. He wouldn't wear the damn things if it wasn't declared necessary and enforced as such.

“Chase Black, Edgar Gormly, Krystal Saturns, and Patricia Collin,please report to the teleport bay immediately. Gormly, bring soldering equipment and the Cabinet 3 reconstruction materials from the supply closet on your way. Thank you.”


What the hell is Cabinet three reconstruction materials? Was the first thought to run through his head. The next thought was just a begrudged internal sigh as he turned on his feet and was about to walk on down to the teleport bay when he saw her just standing right next to him in passing. In his ear he heard her voice.

"Aw, leaving your new friend already?" She playfully chided him with mocking concern.

Unless you somehow forgot I have a job to do. Edgar was far less amused with this interest of hers.


"Well I won't keep you but I do know you're interested in that city he spoke of."

Edgar stopped, considering her words carefully. He hadn't even thought of it but now that she mentioned it Skip DID know about Helton, this city he was most interested in. Letting good information like that slip would be squandering an opportunity, a good one. This was definitely another case of his sister playing him like a fiddle. The worst part? It worked like a charm.

Exactly as she knew it would.


Edgar looked back over his shoulder at Skip. "I want to know more about that city. I'll talk to you later."

Not entirely diplomatically put but Edgar was anything but diplomatic as he typically rubbed almost anyone he met the wrong way most of the time. With his farewells wrapped up he left to go bring soldering equipment and Cabinet three reconstruction materials to the teleport bay.



He arrived on scene, having left his mop and bucket back in the supply closet so he could carry the soldering equipment and cabinet three reconstruction materials. The tall, frowning one eyed man in his janitorial jumpsuit approached the scene. He looked on upon the caved in walls and the blonde girl in a wheelchair.

With a beleaguered sigh he set the stuff he was carrying down on the ground. "Who needs this?" He questioned gruffly, his hands already seeking their way into his pockets as he stood nonchalantly over the bits of stone rubble, metal shards and loose wires.

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"You do," said Piper, who was already busy at work melting and attaching damaged wiring, leaning forward in her chair until she looked ready to fall out. "All of you," she said as a few more crew members trickled into the teleportation bay. She barely looked up as she spoke; blinding pulses sparked from her fingertips as her Gift activated, lighting her face like an irregular strobe.

"There's an emergency situation going on and...these breaks occurred in someone's haste. The damages may be a threat to security. I think we all saw how catastrophic the results can be when the teleportation security is compromised," she said, detangling a pair of fat, sparking cables with a new determination as she remembered the attack, the fire...the being strapped to the emergency generator like a human battery.

She glanced at Edgar, where he stood hands in pockets, looking, in her opinion, a bit clueless. She vaguely recalled seeing him around the base. She remembered, because he had appeared to be rambling to himself. Piper knew she wasn't dealing with a specialist group; but they all should have received some measure of broad, fundamental repair training, and right now, close by with fundamental training would have to be good enough.

Piper's whole bearing seemed to change as she gladly donned the mantle of responsibility. Her soft voice sounded harder with her decisive orders. "Attach those cables, and those ones. If you don't usually handle electrical, consider this your first training lesson and grab an iron and ask me or Saturns where to attach, or use that adhesive from the supply cabinet to patch the wall over what's already fixed, like there, on my left."

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There sat the girl, welding wires with her fingers. A little blonde girl in a wheelchair no less. No real big deal to Ed. He didn't care if his orders came from a four hundred foot tall tarantula, work was work. It all sucked anyways.

"There's an emergency situation going on and...these breaks occurred in someone's haste. The damages may be a threat to security. I think we all saw how catastrophic the results can be when the teleportation security is compromised,"

"You mean this here hole the big guy left?" He retorted. He wasn't aware of the events prior to his transfer to this location. He had been working for a bit of time but not long enough to really know this place. He was never really good at remembering faces either. As far as training was concerned he was given basic routines for a select few duties. Patching up walls wasn't outside his scope of training.


"Attach those cables, and those ones. If you don't usually handle electrical, consider this your first training lesson and grab an iron and ask me or Saturns where to attach, or use that adhesive from the supply cabinet to patch the wall over what's already fixed, like there, on my left."

With a indifferent shrug Edgar took up the adhesive. It was an easy enough job and he was not keen to speak to these people more than was already necessary. Applying the adhesive he patched up the wall where needed. All the while he couldn't stop thinking of the town Skip had spoke of.

A place which spells the end of any loyalist who dares venture into the city, all except him of course. It would provide wonderful isolation, especially against more loyal folks Erubescor had.


If only I knew where...