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Raenala Zeizerer - Drow - Envoy 1

HP: 10/10 | SP: 7/8 | EAC: 15 | KAC: 15 | FORT: +2 | REF: +6 | WILL: +4 | INITIATIVE: +4

PRIMARY WEAPON: Zeizerer Munitions' Azimuth Laser Pistol - 1d4F - 23/24

Raenala, motived with near-death experiences and a large number of credits, moved in tandem with the crew. She assisted where she could, even going so far as to listen to Davir's instructions on exactly where he wanted the cargo to be laid out in the bay. Of course she had her side hustles to run as well. Her split attention saw her flipping between work and glamorized photo ops of herself or other crewmembers and b-reel recordings for the next round of uploads she'd push onto the Akiton infosphere. The content from her last haul were still making their way around the Pact Worlds as queued uploads reached their appointed hours and scheduled infosphere bulk transfers completed between the planets. She found her mind wandering as the hours droned and her limbs tired. Did anyone on Aposte ever watch these? It wasn't a thought she'd liked lingering on. She shut the question out from her mind with the loud thud of a crate of berries.

When the loading was done, there was little more for Raenala left to do except sit on the bridge and wait for Akari to kick the ship off into space. A shower was calling her name, and maybe some trashy Castrovelian reality TV, Loving Royalty. A show following the eccentric tendencies of a young Formian Queen in search of love from a sea of suitors. It's currently in its third season and she is still, loudly, single.

Raenala Zeizerer - Drow - Envoy 1

HP: 10/10 | SP: 7/8 | EAC: 15 | KAC: 15 | FORT: +2 | REF: +6 | WILL: +4 | INITIATIVE: +4

PRIMARY WEAPON: Zeizerer Munitions' Azimuth Laser Pistol - 1d4F - 23/24

Raenala, motived with near-death experiences and a large number of credits, moved in tandem with the crew. She assisted where she could, even going so far as to listen to Davir's instructions on exactly where he wanted the cargo to be laid out in the bay. Of course she had her side hustles to run as well. Her split attention saw her flipping between work and glamorized photo ops of herself or other crewmembers and b-reel recordings for the next round of uploads she'd push onto the Akiton infosphere. The content from her last haul were still making their way around the Pact Worlds as queued uploads reached their appointed hours and scheduled infosphere bulk transfers completed between the planets. She found her mind wandering as the hours droned and her limbs tired. Did anyone on Aposte ever watch these? It wasn't a thought she'd liked lingering on. She shut the question out from her mind with the loud thud of a crate of berries.

When the loading was done, there was little more for Raenala left to do except sit in the cockpit and wait for Akari to kick the ship off into space. A shower was calling her name, and maybe some trashy Castrovelian reality TV, Loving Royalty. A show following the eccentric tendencies of a young Formian Queen in search of love from a sea of suitors. It's currently in its third season and she is still, loudly, single.