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Born and raised on planet Los Angeles, Sasha grew up as your every day Libertonian child. She had a knack for handling firearms ever since she was little, so her father who was a ground trooper always took her out to the shooting range where ever possible. The girl didn't hold much interest in space flight up until she turned sixteen, where she signed herself up for basic civilian piloting and selfe defense courses. As a rather fast learner, by the age of seventeen Sasha was perfectly capable of piloting a CTE build while being fairly viable in combat should the need arise. Once she finally turned eighteen, her mother got her a Griffin as both a birthday present and graduation gift. Now able to freely traverse space, she departed from LA for Bretonia, Cambridge to be precise, in order to enroll into the Cambridge Biological Institute with a good mindset, focusing on her effort at gaining a scholarship for the Manhattan Medical University. While she passed with only 78%, the fact she had 95 on practical surgery examinations allowed her to, with a few extra recommendation letters, set course back to Liberty once more to cash in her efforts. While not finishing top of the class, struggling with mathematics mostly, in the end she would get her Masters Degree.
Done with the education period of her life, it was about time that Sasha got cut off from her parents funding, now left looking for a job to make herself a living. Given her skill set, and general dislike for constant lab coat work, rather than becoming a nurse slash intern, she'd throw in an application for the Liberty Police Incorporated, eyeing the field medic position. With her immense qualification, it was no wonder she was one of the first people to be called in for an interview. After being inevitably accepted into their ranks, Sasha was forced to take up a personal arms training course due to the corporations general idea that most doctors aren't able to handle a gun. But Sasha wasn't your generic lab coat wearing, well, slut. And compared to every single other female recruit, she scored triple on every examination from the very beginning, even though a little rusty from her youth.
She spent a few good years in the LPI's Medical Task Force, mostly working around on-station or ground incidents involving shootouts, but rather usual for Sasha, one place can never keep her entertained for long enough, and so after a good few years of working with the Liberty Police, she'd resign heading out once more, at some point even landing herself as a Freeport intern. It was not long after that she'd get picked up by an aspiring Cryer partnered company going by the name of Wisp Innovations.
The well organized place suited Sasha well, especially as her working contract didn't tie her down to a singular position. She was more keen on doing whatever is available at the given moment. From transporting Wisps products, supplies for the long lost Sitka station, to flying alongside Project Feint's most skilled combat pilots such as Jera in Cardamine-user removing patrols, even going as far as helping Junkers with post-traumatic stress applying the psychiatric knowledge she gained through optional courses. But all that is good must come to an end, and at a certain point Wisp Innovations started dying out due to newly introduced restrictions imposed upon Cryer and its affiliates, rendering a big part of the company useless for the most part, letting it crumble down and wither away before finally going under on the faithful day, twelfth of April, eight hundred twenty three.
What happened to Sasha afterwards, you ask? Well, after returning to Atka all the way from Los Angeles in order to pick the last of her belongings up, she decided to take a trip through Kusari for some sight-seeing, the nostalgia inducing kind. She was half way through Kyushu, remembering all the skirmishes that she fought through against the Golden Chrysanthemums and the Sisterhood of Dreams alongside Feints most talented, before being caught off guard by a patrol of some rather strange Naval intelligence officers. No witnesses left behind, Sasha was never seen again after that day, perhaps?
Done with the education period of her life, it was about time that Sasha got cut off from her parents funding, now left looking for a job to make herself a living. Given her skill set, and general dislike for constant lab coat work, rather than becoming a nurse slash intern, she'd throw in an application for the Liberty Police Incorporated, eyeing the field medic position. With her immense qualification, it was no wonder she was one of the first people to be called in for an interview. After being inevitably accepted into their ranks, Sasha was forced to take up a personal arms training course due to the corporations general idea that most doctors aren't able to handle a gun. But Sasha wasn't your generic lab coat wearing, well, slut. And compared to every single other female recruit, she scored triple on every examination from the very beginning, even though a little rusty from her youth.
She spent a few good years in the LPI's Medical Task Force, mostly working around on-station or ground incidents involving shootouts, but rather usual for Sasha, one place can never keep her entertained for long enough, and so after a good few years of working with the Liberty Police, she'd resign heading out once more, at some point even landing herself as a Freeport intern. It was not long after that she'd get picked up by an aspiring Cryer partnered company going by the name of Wisp Innovations.
The well organized place suited Sasha well, especially as her working contract didn't tie her down to a singular position. She was more keen on doing whatever is available at the given moment. From transporting Wisps products, supplies for the long lost Sitka station, to flying alongside Project Feint's most skilled combat pilots such as Jera in Cardamine-user removing patrols, even going as far as helping Junkers with post-traumatic stress applying the psychiatric knowledge she gained through optional courses. But all that is good must come to an end, and at a certain point Wisp Innovations started dying out due to newly introduced restrictions imposed upon Cryer and its affiliates, rendering a big part of the company useless for the most part, letting it crumble down and wither away before finally going under on the faithful day, twelfth of April, eight hundred twenty three.
What happened to Sasha afterwards, you ask? Well, after returning to Atka all the way from Los Angeles in order to pick the last of her belongings up, she decided to take a trip through Kusari for some sight-seeing, the nostalgia inducing kind. She was half way through Kyushu, remembering all the skirmishes that she fought through against the Golden Chrysanthemums and the Sisterhood of Dreams alongside Feints most talented, before being caught off guard by a patrol of some rather strange Naval intelligence officers. No witnesses left behind, Sasha was never seen again after that day, perhaps?
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