Post by Cheetah on May 29, 2019 15:03:28 GMT
Requesting Captain Amelia of Treasure Planet, as an Enchanted Suns captain.
The words were uttered under her breath as the feline woman scanned the battlefield, green eyes running across the scene. The fight had started well enough; but today, the enemy troops were proving especially tenacious. Her soldiers were slowly being worn down, pushed back, the ground they'd fought so hard for now being lost to the enemy advance... Amelia's hands clenched, claws digging into her palms, as she stared, her mind whirling through options. Should she sound the retreat? Or could they pull a victory out of this yet?
She balked at the thought of a retreat. The Suns needed this win, they needed it badly, and to fall back would be to allow the Cursed Thorns a foothold far too close to their territory. But the cost of continuing to fight would be measured in blood and lives.
And while Amelia might be stubborn, fiery, and courageous to a fault... even she knew that there were some battles she simply couldn't win.
Though damnit, if it wasn't Procyon all over again.
One hand dropped to her musket, bringing the weapon up in one swift motion. Even in the moments she'd been thinking, the situation had gone from bad to worse, and while Amelia wasn't squeamish about leaping straight into the fray, she was forced to face the very real possibility that ordering a charge would end in the death of everyone on this battlefield.
Land could be reclaimed; lives couldn't.
All the same, she wasn't just going to stand back and watch. So far, she had been overseeing the battle from a higher vantage point; now, the Captain took a running leap down into the fray. Somersaulting over the heads of her troops to land on the front of the battle line, Amelia pulled off a few snap-shots at the leading edge of the Thorns' army. A human soldier and a hyena fell, while a third enemy took the laserblast to the hip and stumbled.
And that little display, for half a moment, had everyone's attention.
"Soldiers, fall back! Anyone who can shoot, to me; we're covering the retreat!"
She suited action to word, taking another pair of shots. One took an enemy in the gut; she didn't see if the other one hit anything. Out the corner of her eye, she could see the melee combatants disentangling themselves from the fray, while several humans with guns or bows moved to mimic her - slowly falling back, but taking as many shots as they could to keep opportunistic enemies at bay. They couldn't keep it up forever, and part of Amelia's attention was constantly on the fluctuating state of the battlefield, ready to amend her orders at any moment.
But even if all she could do was order a retreat... she was going to make it a costly victory indeed for the enemy.
"What kind of leader are you?"
From the front. Amelia isn't the kind of leader to send her soldiers off into a battle while she sits safely back at camp sipping tea; rather, she commands the respect of her troops by being in the thick of the fight with them, and prefers results over needless protocol. She won't ask her soldiers to take any risks that she wouldn't be prepared to take herself... though, as she is prepared to risk a lot, this can still feel overwhelming to newer troops to start with, and Amelia isn't inclined to soften her approach to make them feel better. She has little patience for foolishness in those below her, and makes no bones about telling them so. Fiery in battle, she is nonetheless able to keep a level head, and is skilled at making snap decisions in the midst of the fray.
"What skills do you have that sets you aside from others?"
A veteran of recent conflicts against the Procyon Armada, Amelia already knows the front lines of battle. She is a keen strategist, skilled at taking in the situation, even in the midst of battle, at a glance, and making snap decisions to benefit her troops. Courageous to a fault, Amelia has great strength of will and isn't easily swayed by enemy tactics. Athletic and acrobatic, her sheer determination often lends her greater strength than her lithe build would suggest; too, she is a skilled markswoman with both laser pistol and her preferred laser musket.
"How do they advise and strategize/how do they hold respect or make others listen?"
A quick thinker, Amelia is at her best when strategising on the fly; taking too long to think over every possible option makes her antsy, and while she can ably engage in complex planning sessions, her wits are at their sharpest when she's at the heart of the action. While she will always push for results and decisive victories, Amelia is also a realist when it comes to planning, and will never blindly throw away her troops. While her sharp tongue, brisk manner, and unwillingness to take crap from anyone don't necessarily make Amelia fun company for her troops, it is an undeniable fact that she has each of their backs as much as she is physically able to; between this, the way she will never ask her soldiers to take a risk that she wouldn't take herself, and her take-charge attitude in a crisis, she will invariably win the loyalty of those who answer to her.
From the front. Amelia isn't the kind of leader to send her soldiers off into a battle while she sits safely back at camp sipping tea; rather, she commands the respect of her troops by being in the thick of the fight with them, and prefers results over needless protocol. She won't ask her soldiers to take any risks that she wouldn't be prepared to take herself... though, as she is prepared to risk a lot, this can still feel overwhelming to newer troops to start with, and Amelia isn't inclined to soften her approach to make them feel better. She has little patience for foolishness in those below her, and makes no bones about telling them so. Fiery in battle, she is nonetheless able to keep a level head, and is skilled at making snap decisions in the midst of the fray.
"What skills do you have that sets you aside from others?"
A veteran of recent conflicts against the Procyon Armada, Amelia already knows the front lines of battle. She is a keen strategist, skilled at taking in the situation, even in the midst of battle, at a glance, and making snap decisions to benefit her troops. Courageous to a fault, Amelia has great strength of will and isn't easily swayed by enemy tactics. Athletic and acrobatic, her sheer determination often lends her greater strength than her lithe build would suggest; too, she is a skilled markswoman with both laser pistol and her preferred laser musket.
"How do they advise and strategize/how do they hold respect or make others listen?"
A quick thinker, Amelia is at her best when strategising on the fly; taking too long to think over every possible option makes her antsy, and while she can ably engage in complex planning sessions, her wits are at their sharpest when she's at the heart of the action. While she will always push for results and decisive victories, Amelia is also a realist when it comes to planning, and will never blindly throw away her troops. While her sharp tongue, brisk manner, and unwillingness to take crap from anyone don't necessarily make Amelia fun company for her troops, it is an undeniable fact that she has each of their backs as much as she is physically able to; between this, the way she will never ask her soldiers to take a risk that she wouldn't take herself, and her take-charge attitude in a crisis, she will invariably win the loyalty of those who answer to her.
Prompt Sample
"Your soldiers are getting pushed back, do you order retreat or decide to head into battle yourself and continue fighting? Not retreating could cost some their lives what's your plan of action?"
"Oh, blast it all--"
The words were uttered under her breath as the feline woman scanned the battlefield, green eyes running across the scene. The fight had started well enough; but today, the enemy troops were proving especially tenacious. Her soldiers were slowly being worn down, pushed back, the ground they'd fought so hard for now being lost to the enemy advance... Amelia's hands clenched, claws digging into her palms, as she stared, her mind whirling through options. Should she sound the retreat? Or could they pull a victory out of this yet?
She balked at the thought of a retreat. The Suns needed this win, they needed it badly, and to fall back would be to allow the Cursed Thorns a foothold far too close to their territory. But the cost of continuing to fight would be measured in blood and lives.
And while Amelia might be stubborn, fiery, and courageous to a fault... even she knew that there were some battles she simply couldn't win.
Though damnit, if it wasn't Procyon all over again.
One hand dropped to her musket, bringing the weapon up in one swift motion. Even in the moments she'd been thinking, the situation had gone from bad to worse, and while Amelia wasn't squeamish about leaping straight into the fray, she was forced to face the very real possibility that ordering a charge would end in the death of everyone on this battlefield.
Land could be reclaimed; lives couldn't.
All the same, she wasn't just going to stand back and watch. So far, she had been overseeing the battle from a higher vantage point; now, the Captain took a running leap down into the fray. Somersaulting over the heads of her troops to land on the front of the battle line, Amelia pulled off a few snap-shots at the leading edge of the Thorns' army. A human soldier and a hyena fell, while a third enemy took the laserblast to the hip and stumbled.
And that little display, for half a moment, had everyone's attention.
"Soldiers, fall back! Anyone who can shoot, to me; we're covering the retreat!"
She suited action to word, taking another pair of shots. One took an enemy in the gut; she didn't see if the other one hit anything. Out the corner of her eye, she could see the melee combatants disentangling themselves from the fray, while several humans with guns or bows moved to mimic her - slowly falling back, but taking as many shots as they could to keep opportunistic enemies at bay. They couldn't keep it up forever, and part of Amelia's attention was constantly on the fluctuating state of the battlefield, ready to amend her orders at any moment.
But even if all she could do was order a retreat... she was going to make it a costly victory indeed for the enemy.
