Gambler
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Sicarius' eye flaked open slowly, the sand of sleep beginning to ascend back over him. He groaned once and stretched his arms over his head to shake the last semblance of sleep away and struggle to a sitting position. His eyes were fully opened by this point and he took a few minutes to look at his accommodations. The bleak, gray walls held bunks and cubbies though no one else was in them. Finally he smiled as he remembered where he was. "I'm on Eriadu," He said slowly, the phantom smile on his thin lips disappearing. After all of these years he had finally made it to Phoenix Corp.
Hands on the bed, Sicarius pushed himself to his feet and looked around for his footlocker. He sheepishly glanced back up when he realized it was right beside his bed for convenience. Seeing no one around that could mock him for not seeing the obvious, Sicarius bent down and undid the lock to obtain his gear. He strapped his tight fitting black combat suit on and sheathed his knife that hung on a necklace in his shirt. Then he holstered his heavy pistol comfortably where he usually adorned it. With a sigh he ran a hand over his shaven head and looked out of the barracks where the sun began to shine harshly over the sky.
Hearing someone coming, Sicarius stood at attention, hazy green eyes staring sharply ahead. As the person walked into the barracks Sicarius fell into old habits and he turned his left foot a few degrees, angling his body so that his cloak obscured his hand as he reached for his pistol. He loosened it from the holster in half an instant and kept that position until he saw the man's face. Then he relaxed. "Good morning, sergeant," He said blithely, quickly turning to face the man, his pistol going back to his holster in the same motion.
Hands on the bed, Sicarius pushed himself to his feet and looked around for his footlocker. He sheepishly glanced back up when he realized it was right beside his bed for convenience. Seeing no one around that could mock him for not seeing the obvious, Sicarius bent down and undid the lock to obtain his gear. He strapped his tight fitting black combat suit on and sheathed his knife that hung on a necklace in his shirt. Then he holstered his heavy pistol comfortably where he usually adorned it. With a sigh he ran a hand over his shaven head and looked out of the barracks where the sun began to shine harshly over the sky.
Hearing someone coming, Sicarius stood at attention, hazy green eyes staring sharply ahead. As the person walked into the barracks Sicarius fell into old habits and he turned his left foot a few degrees, angling his body so that his cloak obscured his hand as he reached for his pistol. He loosened it from the holster in half an instant and kept that position until he saw the man's face. Then he relaxed. "Good morning, sergeant," He said blithely, quickly turning to face the man, his pistol going back to his holster in the same motion.