Naomi David
Supernova
- Joined
- May 24, 2013
- Location
- Kentucky
Serena Ivashkov didn't know that was her name. She was a Stormtrooper within the First Order, and her designation was SI-0617. That was all anyone ever called her, or was allowed to call her, really. All Stormtroopers were like that, only being called by their designations. She had the standard issue armor, except she had a red band on both biceps of her Stormtrooper armor, marking her as a medic, as a Doctor. There were some odd rumors about her, how she could bring the dead and dying back to life, so others called her Miracle behind her back. They called her Miracle, she called it being a damn good Doctor.
Serena was a tall woman of 20 years of age, standing at 6 feet 3 inches tall. She was glad she wasn't one of the runty Stormtroopers, they got made fun of very often, and the height made her all the more an imposing figure in her armor. She wished she had Captain Phasma's armor, that shiny chrome made her look like one scary bitch. She had short, thick, straight, and shiny black hair, She had a decent tan on her, despite the fact that her armor was on a good chunk of the time. Her face was heart shaped, her eyes almond shaped, and both eyes were different colors. Her right eye was a bright blue color, and the other was an emerald green. She had a very decent set of breasts, and a very decent ass, though the armor hid both. Her fingers were long and slender, perfect for performing delicate Doctor's work. Her legs, arms, and just her whole body, while highly curvy, was full of muscle.
She didn't know she could use the rarest of all Force abilities, Dark Transfer. Her power in the Force radiated like a blazing sun, though it was kind of obvious to refined Force Users that she didn't know of what she could do, what she was capable of. Right now, she was on a battlefield on some god forsaken planet, tending to a badly wounded trooper. She knew they would lose, Resistance forces heavily outnumbered them in the air and on the ground, in fact, she just heard the orders for a retreat in the comm in her helmet. Her commander had ordered her to hurry up and finish with the patient she was working on. She had been given the basic trooper training despite the fact that she was a medic. The bombs were loud. Smoke was around, lots of blasterfire abound. The trooper wasn't breathing, and the bleeding was awful, but she refused to give up with keeping her patient alive. She would not let him die. She breathed, and worked on him. The bleeding began to stop, and soon enough, he began to breathe again, slowly.
Serena was a tall woman of 20 years of age, standing at 6 feet 3 inches tall. She was glad she wasn't one of the runty Stormtroopers, they got made fun of very often, and the height made her all the more an imposing figure in her armor. She wished she had Captain Phasma's armor, that shiny chrome made her look like one scary bitch. She had short, thick, straight, and shiny black hair, She had a decent tan on her, despite the fact that her armor was on a good chunk of the time. Her face was heart shaped, her eyes almond shaped, and both eyes were different colors. Her right eye was a bright blue color, and the other was an emerald green. She had a very decent set of breasts, and a very decent ass, though the armor hid both. Her fingers were long and slender, perfect for performing delicate Doctor's work. Her legs, arms, and just her whole body, while highly curvy, was full of muscle.
She didn't know she could use the rarest of all Force abilities, Dark Transfer. Her power in the Force radiated like a blazing sun, though it was kind of obvious to refined Force Users that she didn't know of what she could do, what she was capable of. Right now, she was on a battlefield on some god forsaken planet, tending to a badly wounded trooper. She knew they would lose, Resistance forces heavily outnumbered them in the air and on the ground, in fact, she just heard the orders for a retreat in the comm in her helmet. Her commander had ordered her to hurry up and finish with the patient she was working on. She had been given the basic trooper training despite the fact that she was a medic. The bombs were loud. Smoke was around, lots of blasterfire abound. The trooper wasn't breathing, and the bleeding was awful, but she refused to give up with keeping her patient alive. She would not let him die. She breathed, and worked on him. The bleeding began to stop, and soon enough, he began to breathe again, slowly.