Recent content by Vallyrie Winters

Vallyrie stopped in her tracks when her name was called. She turned, waiting for Lt. Viett to catch up and then continued at a brisk pace. Securing some ionite? That rose some questions, but Vallyrie wasn't in the business of asking questions. Hers was not to ask why, but to do or die. She gave...

Vallyrie shook her head. First squad hadn't found anything or triggered any ambushes. If there was a fight to be had in this village it would be in the door-to-door interactions. She opened her comms to the platoon. "Soft knocks, people. Even better if you get invited in," she said. The squad...

The descent was like any other. Vallyrie had her helmet over her face, and her F-11D with a lightweight stock slung across her chest plate with her right hand grasping the pistol grip. Her left hand was above her, gripping one of the stabilization rings that hung from the ceiling of the...

Vallyrie sat aboard the ship that had been taking Iron Company from Imperial world to Imperial world to root out and eliminate Hutt insurgencies. Her blaster rifle sat in front of her on the grey foot locker. Every component was grabbed, cleaned, oiled, and wiped down without her even having to...

With everyone ready, Vallyrie nodded to her to her platoon sergeant. Within ten minutes, they were formed up and exiting the gate of the base into the valley. She took her place with Second Squad, the Corporal with the communications gear with her. Sergeant Vorro was behind the formation of...

"If time is paramount, then I'll bring Second up to the ridge too. They can push into the facility, Weapons can put most of their guns facing outboard. First and Third will push through the town and drive any insurgents up towards Weapons," Vallyrie explained, correcting the icons on the...

Vallyrie's brown eyes watched the briefing unfold, her face resting in an absolute emotionless state. Infantry had a switch in their heads. When it was time to feel things they turned it on, when it was time for business they turned it off. Vallyrie hadn't turned hers on in... well- it was a...

Vallyrie had barely made a name for herself in command of her own platoon before she was hoisted up as Company Commander following a very unfortunate accident with the previous commander and the Lord-Commander of the Imperial Knights. Iron Company was hers now, not just Second Platoon. So as...

Vallyrie listened to the Imperial Knight as they walked. When she said she was ready to head out, Vallyrie gave her a quick nod. Good, there was just a quick briefing to go through so that her troopers knew what was going on. “Sounds good, ma’am. May I make a suggestion?” She didn’t wait for the...

Vallyrie leaned forward against the bar, resting her forearms on the steel after it was benched and secure. She watched the chiss woman. With a build like that, there was a good chance the woman didn't have to wear trooper armor. Her arms alone would take up two seats in a transport. Vallyrie...

For the first time since they had begun to walk, she turned a hard gaze to the Overseer. The only thing the shining in them was cold efficiency. Though Vallyrie would be remiss to not acknowledge that her heart beat a little a faster at the prospect of having Imperial Czerka backing. How much...

Vallyrie waited for the meeting to be over, and for the Overseer collect what things she needed and stand. The question wasn't a surprising one, though it was very broad. No two situations were ever exactly the same. That was one lesson she had learned from Yaga Minor. That, and the Empire knew...

The polite smile and soft hand shake were... different. Vallyrie was used to the rough and tough, male dominated business of the Imperial Armed Forces. Every commander she'd ever had tried to crush her hand with their grips, and they failed every time. Granted, all of her commanders weren't a...

The chiss woman putting up this amount of weight was impressive to say the least. Vallyrie kept her hands at the ready but never actually touching the bar as it rose once. The bar actually had a bend to it there was so much weight on it. Who needs artillery? Just drop this woman into combat...

Vallyrie stood at parade-rest in front of the Overseer. She was wearing the Imperial fatigues worn under her assault trooper armor, but without the armor. She watched the meeting go from loud squabbling to almost pure silence. The new lieutenant didn't know much about Imperial Czerka, but...