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Personal Information: Name: Olena Stepanova Codename: "Vixen" = "Lysytsya" Gender: Female Age: 23 Appearance/Pic: Olena "Lysytsya" Stepanova taking a moment of levity with a comrade before beginning a politically deniable operation Background: Olena Stepanova was taken in as an orphan in...

Olena enjoyed the cool embrace of the water. As she waited, she sank just a bit deeper in the water, her eyes beginning to grow heavy as the call of a paradise bird- wait, how long had she been waiting now? The vixen shot a cross look up at the yappy avian, before sighing quietly. Maybe Adot had...

Olena allowed a happy hum to escape her at the picturesque retreat. There were some benefits to crashing on a jungle planet, it seems. Of course, it probably would have been better if she had thought to bring her sleeping bag or liner to sit on when Adot joined her. As it stood, the water seemed...

"Half an hour - yes, ma'am." Olena affirmed, no longer hiding the salacious husk in her voice or restraining the smolder of her hooded gaze. She indulged in only a moment of watching Adot's undulating hips as she walked away. She swiftly turned in her seated position, fiddling with the...

Olena scootched over into her lean-to tent, flanked by her tarp on one side with the foliage on the other providing a background for the woodland-camo tarp to blend in with, allowing Adot to huddle inside for protection from the elements or for a private word. Of course, the up-til-now...

Olena would place her hands on her hips and lean back slightly, looking up at the sky as Lieutenant Adot called a halt to their movement. "Ha... Ha... Phew! This humidity is killing me! Eugh..." With the order to prepare for encampment given, the vulpine insurgent would quickly claim a spot...

Olena grimaced at Adot's response - both writing off the other survivors and the display of stress. The situation was bad, but if Adot was beginning to crack... Well, the vulpine insurgent would do what she could to take the edge off of her superior, which meant following orders in this moment...

Olena steadily slowed down as she caught up to the rear of the formation, occasionally glancing to the sides and rear to ensure they were not being followed. However, her attention was divided between participating in providing all around security for the group and figuring out how her newly...

Olena groaned as the backpack was pushed back into her hands. "Oh, that's alright, I didn't have enough to carry already." She groused, engaging in that most ancient and soldierly tradition of griping, before slipping the commpack over her shoulders. She lifted her helmet off, tucking the...

Olena let out a vulpine yip of excitement as she disappeared into the brush - too late to punish, she was already gone! As Lieutenant Adot came into view with the others, Olena let out a beleaguered breath, before rushing towards the congregation of rebels. "Lieutenant!" She shouted, shrugging...

I would definitely be interested.

Olena quickly realized why her comrade was killed so quickly as an AT-ST lumbered through the jungle after her. "How much crap is in here with me?!" She shouted. She waited for the walker to get closer - hopefully it wouldn't blow apart her cover. Once it was near, she would rush under it...

Olena stayed low behind the trunk as she assessed her comrade - and found no life left in her. "Dammit! Damn you bastards!" She shouted out into the jungle past her cover. With nothing left to do for the signaler except take her dog tag and equipment, Olena slipped the backpack past the dead...

Olena could only watch as the signaler began to rush off - and promptly got hit. "Blyat-!" She cursed, collapsing against the tree they had been taking cover behind up until that moment, rapidly unslinging her blaster rifle to return fire. Once again, she doesn't hit much of anything as she...

7! Olena nodded, before taking a closer look at the bandaged arm, slinging her weapon to do so. "Okay, not a problem, my dude... We're heading back the way I came - Lieutenant Adot needs you to figure out where we landed... Hey, how did you hurt your arm? Was it Imperials? Are they in the woods...

"Bounding!" Olena called back to her comrade, before her feet pounded against the soaked ground, propelling her towards the forest. She ended her journey in a roadie run, almost crouching as she moved out of the field, cringing from the sheer wall of noise to her rear. Taking a moment to assess...

Olena collapsed against the trunk as the shockwave hit her, landing on her forearm as she braced herself. She pushed off, pressing her hand against the tree while keeping her eyes on Adot as the officer relayed her orders. "Understood! I'm crossing - cover me! I'm going for the woods!" Olena...

"Let's go, comra-!" Olena shouted with a hearty hurrah as she stormed out of the escape pod - before tripping over a particularly dangerous patch of clumped brush. "Oof!" She landed chest-first onto her rifle, tilting her chin up and keeping her palms up and next to her shoulders, softening the...

Name: Olena Stepanova Race: Amaran Origin: Normal! -Ish. Olena is estranged from most of her immediate family, but her eldest brother and a good chunk of the younger firebrands and older, bitter members of her village and surrounding community chose to join her in the fight for freedom...