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Corporal ‘Sharky’ Van der Meer is among the number of NCOs entering in the wake of the officers, the scarred ex-Auxiliary gives you a wink as the command tent grows more crowded. These briefings were already a full house as the LT consolidated the planetside Company forces into the main encampment, and now with the senior strays from the 63rd joining you the throng of officers and NCOs is positively stifling.
Sharky is a native of Clayton’s Cradle like yourself, and he looks every inch of it. The impressive physique gleaned from a lifetime of hardship and genemods, the natural adeptness that rivals your own affinity for jungle warfare, and the scars that crisscross his entire body as proof of successful hunts or battles survived. And you do mean his entire body.
As a veteran of the very same Imperial Auxiliaries that are the one of the gravest threats you’re faced with here, the man’s insight into their tactics and behaviours has been invaluable. That’s probably how the interaction between the two of you started, at least at first. He’s not the only other Company Cradler here, Trooper ‘Mafia’ Alessandro for example in just your own platoon. But he is the only one you have happened to sleep with. Sure the beefcake has got a years on you, a little bit of silver in that dark mane of his, but you make no apologies. A Cradler girl’s gotta do who a Cradler girl’s gotta do.
As the briefing begins with more mundane items on the Company agenda as well as some classic hobknobbing between the commissioned officers, you sidle up to Sharky while no one is looking and sneak in…
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>A possessive grab of the buttocks. The past eight months of this dirtball has been made a bit more bearable with a bedwarmer of his calibre. You’re still a Cradler girl at heart, and although Sharky has a few years on you he is just the sort of scarred muscular beefcake that the girls back home all go for. The arrangement between you two is strictly physical, but that seems to be just fine for all parties concerned. [Daredevil]
>An affectionate peck on the cheek. Is it love? Frag if you know. But you like him. Void, you may end up -really- liking him at this rate. It’s weird, you wouldn’t have figured. You’ve never had a relationship that went much further than a casual fling. But the two of you have been going steady for a while now, stealing what moments together you can between camp duties and the firefights on the front. [Firebrand]
>A friendly punch on the shoulder. The two of you may have had something physical in the early months of the campaign, but it fizzled out after a while for any number of reasons. Maybe it’s the age difference, or that fraternisation in the platoon isn’t the wisest career move, or you’re just terrified of anything more serious developing, but the two of you have been perfectly amicable since then. [Xenophobe]
Corporal ‘Sharky’ Van der Meer is among the number of NCOs entering in the wake of the officers, the scarred ex-Auxiliary gives you a wink as the command tent grows more crowded. These briefings were already a full house as the LT consolidated the planetside Company forces into the main encampment, and now with the senior strays from the 63rd joining you the throng of officers and NCOs is positively stifling.
Sharky is a native of Clayton’s Cradle like yourself, and he looks every inch of it. The impressive physique gleaned from a lifetime of hardship and genemods, the natural adeptness that rivals your own affinity for jungle warfare, and the scars that crisscross his entire body as proof of successful hunts or battles survived. And you do mean his entire body.
As a veteran of the very same Imperial Auxiliaries that are the one of the gravest threats you’re faced with here, the man’s insight into their tactics and behaviours has been invaluable. That’s probably how the interaction between the two of you started, at least at first. He’s not the only other Company Cradler here, Trooper ‘Mafia’ Alessandro for example in just your own platoon. But he is the only one you have happened to sleep with. Sure the beefcake has got a years on you, a little bit of silver in that dark mane of his, but you make no apologies. A Cradler girl’s gotta do who a Cradler girl’s gotta do.
As the briefing begins with more mundane items on the Company agenda as well as some classic hobknobbing between the commissioned officers, you sidle up to Sharky while no one is looking and sneak in…
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>A possessive grab of the buttocks. The past eight months of this dirtball has been made a bit more bearable with a bedwarmer of his calibre. You’re still a Cradler girl at heart, and although Sharky has a few years on you he is just the sort of scarred muscular beefcake that the girls back home all go for. The arrangement between you two is strictly physical, but that seems to be just fine for all parties concerned. [Daredevil]
>An affectionate peck on the cheek. Is it love? Frag if you know. But you like him. Void, you may end up -really- liking him at this rate. It’s weird, you wouldn’t have figured. You’ve never had a relationship that went much further than a casual fling. But the two of you have been going steady for a while now, stealing what moments together you can between camp duties and the firefights on the front. [Firebrand]
>A friendly punch on the shoulder. The two of you may have had something physical in the early months of the campaign, but it fizzled out after a while for any number of reasons. Maybe it’s the age difference, or that fraternisation in the platoon isn’t the wisest career move, or you’re just terrified of anything more serious developing, but the two of you have been perfectly amicable since then. [Xenophobe]
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