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Isaiah had fallen asleep at the helm of his (recently acquired) VS again, almost a week on the move with no civilization in between, cold nights, little food and nothing but snow and the occasional akrid. It was a trek, but he could see his destination through the external camera, not too far now. He activated the VS again and began pushing it forward and out of the snow ditch it had slid into.

A few minutes later he was entering the town. Making a few brief checks on the VS computer regarding his current contract, mainly to check he was in the right town, he then parked outside a bar, opened the cockpit and stepped out. There were a few surprised faces, it wasn't common for a human to jump out of a Nine-tails VS. He locked the machine up and slung his rifle over his back before making his way into the, rather quiet, bar and taking a seat in one of the darker corners of the room. There he pulled out a small data slate and began reviewing the details of his contract. A few moments later and he shifted over to the bar and ordered a drink, then taking it back to his corner he pulled a small, red book out of one of pockets and began writing in it. This was his journal, it was about half full, things written in there varied from assassinations to battles to days out and women. After writing a few paragraphs, mainly regarding his journey and his opinions on one of the barmaids he slipped the book back into it's pouch and pulled out another book, this one however was already written, a little novel he liked to read to pass the time quietly.

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Carter:

An alarm went off next to Carter's head, but he ignored it and scrunched himself into a tighter ball. I hate winter, he thought, turning over under his three comforters. Eventually, the buzzing alarm got the better of him, and he embraced the frozen air of Forstpoint with- nope, screw it. As far as he was concerned, the snow was no place for Carter to be caught in his right mind. Yet here he was, trying to stay warm for his new mission; Some fool needed his train protected, and needed mercs from all over to do it. Heh, guess he doesn't appreciate the locals. He stretched, tiny metal servos and joints whirring as he cracked his neck vertebrae. That harmonizer was the very reason he was able to stand the cold, in fact. Too bad he couldn't remove it; it caused problems when trying to wear clothes.

Pulling on his clothes, Carter scanned his motel room. The place was tiny, but it suited him. He didn't travel with any more than what he could carry, so he kept his space relatively clean. The only things he really need worry about were his VS equipment (Which actually took up much of the room). He grunted as he lifted the heavy DMR out of the room and out to the VS garage, trekking through the snow in his bare feet for the sake of efficiency. Placing it on the ground beside Fracture, his VS, he hopped about from foot to foot as he activated it.

"Voice pattern: Cyclone - activate and open!" He yelled. The front of Fracture opened with a hiss and a whirr, and Carter climbed in. He placed his limbs inside Fractures, then, closing the cockpit, detached himself from the docking rail and picked up his gun. Then, he proceeded to sling it over his shoulder and retrieve his sword from the motel room. Having collected all his stuff, he set off for the STAR base, to await the train.

Kaj:

Kaj was already up by 7:00. In fact, he'd woken up an hour earlier to test-run the electro-blade he'd attached to his staff. He swished and leaped and dodged, thrusting and parrying at invisible enemies until his keen ears caught a cough from the doorway. He quickly stood to attention, embarrassed to be caught fooling around in such a juvenile fashion. Thankfully, it was only his friend Alex. "Say, aren't you on the team to go on that train mission? The thing arrives soon, and Squad Leader wants you there on time." Kaj scoffed in jest. "Oh, please, when have I ever been late for someth-" "All the time," Alex cut in with a grin. "LIke yesterday, for mess, and last week, when you failed to show up for roll, and then that time la-" "Alright, I get it, I get it. I'll go get ready now. Thanks for reminding me, by the way."
Leaving the training gym, Kaj took a left down the hallway towards the VS Hangar, where Garrison was resting. He jumped inside, closing the hatch overtop his head, and disconnecting from the dock, he flared his stabilizers to the highest they would go. Alright, let's do this.
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      Sherman could not remember the last time she had been satisfied, nor could she remember the last time she had laughed in a manner not heavily flavored with disgust and contempt. Suffice to say, as she glared into the terrified face of a Nevec recruit (Corporal Adrian Jules, so said his uniform) whose watering eyes refused to meet her own infuriated blazing green orbs, Marie Raingard Sherman, called the "Tempest" by cowed Nevec and outsiders alike, was very unhappy.

      "Jules." Sherman gripped the now involuntarily urinating Nevec idiot's collar even tighter, forcing the taller man to awkwardly lower himself down to her height or risk falling onto her, a fate which could only lead to one wishing for something as simple as castration.

      "Jules." She growled, the deep guttural noise echoing his own impending hellish fate. "Ten. Explain."

Minutes Earlier

      VS Team Leader Tessa Munoz, recognized VS Pilot and adjutant to Commander Sherman would have given the corrupt Nevec of decades ago conniptions. The very notion of defending anthros, to the point to where their four would-be attackers found themselves sprawling on the ground, nursing bruised organs and cracked collarbones? Preposterous. It is fortunate then, that such people are long gone.

      "First STAR tells me that only one of us can escort the Commander in the negotiations, then they tell me that I can't even stay near the general area." Tessa grumbled, the equivalent of a temper tantrum from the good-natured woman. "Then I see you geniuses trying to start a fight with civilians. Civilians!" The civilians in question, two anthros from the local town, watched Tessa scold the fallen Nevec men with careful delight. Nevec defending them from other Nevec was a novel experience.
      "And that's another thing! The Commander is here! Surely you four remember what she did to that unit she found extorting Aura?"

      The four guilty Nevec soldiers, previously rolling their eyes between gasps of pain, now found themselves frozen with total horror as the relevant facts clicked. Munoz was never found without the Commander and her lapdog Heinsburg nearby. If Munoz was here, then...

      "Sh-Sherman?" The least bruised choked out, attempting to rise to his feet so he could escape the oncoming Tempest.

      "No, you stay here, Corporal." Tessa's foot forced the would-be escapee's face to reacquaint itself with the ground, although rather gently for the situation. She grabbed their uniforms by the shoulder and began dragging them out into the street, finding themselves near an antique store of some kind.

      "Munoz." The stern, flat voice of Sherman drained all warmth in the area, or at least it seemed as such to the disabled four Nevec soldiers, one of which let out a soft whimper.

      Tessa snapped a quick salute. "Sir. These four were attempting to instigate an incident against the local population. The two anthros involved are over there. I disabled the Nevec soldiers when it became apparent that local law enforcement was too far to be of aid." A quick application of pressure to the dirt-eating Corporal silenced his muffled protest.

      Sherman nodded, dissatisfaction giving way to cold formality. "Let him up, Munoz. All four of you. Sit."

      The four soldiers sat, not daring to disobey the odd order.

      The dark-skinned woman stalked towards them, Jacob Heinsburg following her on the left. "I thought it was clear that bigotry and close-mindedness in Nevec was intolerable. I thought, after I gained the reputation of fur-fancier-"

      One of the seated soldiers, the same unlucky Corporal, let out an involuntary snort at the self-edit. Sherman had a more raunchy name amongst her detractors. Not quite 'fur-fancier', but something a bit more crude.

      "-Shovel?" Sherman asked, politely. "If you insist on digging your own graves, I can provide tools. So. Why did this happen? When I have made clear that I wish to reform Nevec, so we can work with the other factions on this planet?" She moved up to one of the soldiers, who fainted on the spot before she reached him. Snorting in contempt, she approached the Corporal instead, who commendably stayed conscious, although sweating heavily. The two anthros were now openly grinning and whispering to each other, as well as the small crowd that had formed to enjoy the spectacle.

      "I pride myself on fairness, men." Sherman hooked the Corporal's collar, pulling him upright. "Please, explain."

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      "W-we were, we were, uh, uh-"

      "Yes?"

      "Those, those fur-covered fr-"

      Sherman pulled Jules even closer. Their noses touched. It would have been sensual if Sherman was not visibly vibrating with anger, or if Jules' pants were not stained with his terrified release. "The amount of [censored] you have fallen into is so colossal that if it were T-Eng, the universe could not contain the amount of energy it would provide. I suggest you shut up and fall into unconsciousness before you lose even more of your life."

      The Corporal did just that, and Sherman brushed herself off, upper lip curling. "Heinsburg, take them to the nearest Nevec holding cell, or call in someone for it. Munoz, go purchase what you came to find." Tessa walked away after another salute, heading into the antique store.

"Blind filth." The Commander sneered at the comatose men, going up to lean against a nearby wall as she waited for Tessa to return.
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0500hours, A small group of Akrids travel across a barren frozen plain, the ground thumps once, twice, then stops.

Frozen hill, 500 meters away from akrids

A whirling grind as OVERLORD III slows to a stop, kneeling slowly a massive cannon flips up from a stow port on its back, the firing system acquiring a thermal lock on the first akrid, firing 4 shots of he rounds into the beast in front, causing the others to trip as the vs bounds across the environment, the cannon folding away as the pilot brings up the shotgun and racks a shell as he levels it at the akrids, firing all ten rounds, tsking out the pack quickly, except for one. It's leg missing it simply drug itself towards the vs. Placing only one round into the shotgun and placing it on its head... Thingy... And firing.

Turning, Shane smiled and pushed the vs forward and engaged the auto pilot, a long, long ride back to his hangar at frost point... A long walk indeed.

0700 hrs

As he reaches the outskirts of frostpoint he turns off the autopilot and walks the machine into his hangar, swiftly closing the door after himself so as not to let the warm air out. Sliding down from the cockpit of the mech, his heavy boots hitting the ground as he puts on his jacket and steps outside, the mech recharging as he walked into a bar, shaking the light snow off his fur before sitting down and ordering a beer and some food. Noticing something outside he stood up and paid, taking his drink and food with him, stepping outside he leaned on the wall and smiled watching as the never officer (at least he was guessing) tore into the four on the ground, for attacking anthros it seemed. That was good, hopefully things would change around here.
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Fem

Muttering dark curses as she slowly rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, Fem took a sip from her mug of coffee. It was about seven in the morning according to the clock built into the stove. With a sigh she kicked back and started to count the tiles in the ceiling again. Sometimes, having a mobile base or place to live out of had it's downside. They managed to arrive a whole two days ahead of schedule and with nothing to do in between. Downtime; she hated downtime. Of course, Elsie loved having nothing to do. With an annoyed grunt she drained the rest of the coffee before slipping on her sunglasses, the yellow tint reflecting the light. She might not have any repairs or jobs to do but she still had to keep herself in shape.

Opening the door into the hangar and leaving the RV she began to work out the kinks in her back from last night's sleep. The RV was most definitely convenient but she couldn't help but wish for a better sleeping surface than the fold down bed. It somehow made military bunks look attractive. She sighed wistfully and blew a lock of hair out of her face as she recalled some of the finer points of base life. Well, that and the negatives. At least she could be more relaxed and varied in her clothing as a freelancer, such as what she was wearing right now. Dressed in a simple white athletic tank top with vertical green stripes on the side with bicycle shorts, the entire outfit was a comfortable but notably informal affair. She was sure she'd have gotten some sort of hell if she were to dress like this all the time back in the service.

Well, then again, north EDN III wasn't exactly kind to this type of outfit. A cheap synchronizer on her left arm helped keep the worst of the cold away, at least.

Doing a few stretches, she quickly noticed that there wre other people in the hangar. She was, for the lack of another way to put it, surprised to see someone else at this time of day. For the last two days she was the only one who frequented the hangar, practically living in the place.

Well there were two people today. There was some foxperson or the other testing their suit, which qualified them as possibly being on the same job as her, and there was some guy in an EVA suit standing by the repair bench looking over some sort of weapon or the other. Overall a higher number than what she had seen but not enough to get in her way. Unless one of them decided to do something stupid, that is. Of course that would be a different set of issues which she really didn't want to touch. Finishing her stretches she started to jog laps around the hangar.

Elsie

With a loud yawn, Elsie dragged herself out of the bed. According to the clock on the table next to her, it was just slightly after six. With a sigh she pulled herself out of bed. There were just some things about long hair that made it a hassle to keep. Still, she loved the length of her hair. It helped in making her look dramatic, a waist length hair flips always made to make her look dramatic. With that on her mind, she picked out an outfit before she went into the shower.

An hour later she adjusted the black leather jacket and miniskirt before she looked at the room that had been hers for the last two days. The RV was comfortable for it's size but, well, it's small. If there weren't taking shifts to guard the camp she had to share a bed with Fem and, well, Fem like to steal blankets and move in her sleep. She had to develop more than a few tactics to keep herself from freezing in the RV. So when she heard that there was a few empty rooms in the base she jumped at the chance to have a warm room and blankets to herself. It was depressing that she would have to go back to the RV. With a sigh, she packed the last of her bags and left the empty room.

Dragging her suitcase to the cafeteria she looked around at the room, noting how empty it was. With a sigh she grabbed some cereal and fruit before sitting herself at a table. At least there was a nice view of... the snow...

Well at least she'll be on a job later. That she could look forward to.
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Smiling Shane stood up straight from the wall after he was done watching and walked past the crowd and over to the hangar where he left his vs and harmonizer. Stepping inside he cracked his back and brought up a screen on the wall to show his recently assigned missions. The only one on the list was to report to the nearby train station with vs to run security duty on a shipment. Hitting accept he sighed and went next door to the garage, "never an exciting day..."

Hitting a button on the wall a rack slid out containing 90mm shells and massive shotgun shells. Grabbing his munitions dolly he pushed a cart full over to the machine and refilled the two, taking special care placing the large shells into the links of the massive chain that fed the shoulder mounted sniper. Finishing he hopped down and slid ten extra rounds into the shotguns munition cell, looking at the small .30 cal ports that'd once contained the smaller anti infantry mgs in overlords younger military days. Climbing up to the top of the mech he piped open the two middle pods, making sure each slot was loaded, all but one was which he quickly replaced. Sliding down he grabbed his small toolbox and carried it up to the cockpit and set it behind the seat. Dropping down from the lift he put on his harmonizer and climbed into the suit, starting his vs it ran through its checks before he rolled it out into the street, fresh paint (the white and orange one) from before the mission earlier now slightly Tarnished and stained with the blood of akrids. Standing up to its full height Shane piloted overlord a good ten-fifteen minutes to the station, stoping at the loading bay and shutting down the vs, popping the hatch and climbing down the front ladder to the ground, taking off his helmet and holding it under his arm, shaking his head and cracking his back before leaning on the crouched machine, next to the ninetails symbol on the knee. It seemed he'd beaten the train in to the station.
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The delicious crunch of snow, the soft whirring of mechanical joints... And the oh-so-lovely wind. Kate felt kind of bad for Nítján, who was in her power armor, riding on Corinthian Vindicator's shoulder. Maybe walking to Frostpoint wasn't such a good idea. It would've been better if she still had her old VS, Spectre Valiant, as the cockpit was much larger and Neet could've ridden inside.

Still, Kate can't say as Nítján complained any about being stuck in the cold wind, and her power armor seemed relatively warm. Then again, Kate also didn't have the com link on, so even if Neet were to complain about being cold, she probably wouldn't have heard. Kate glanced at the small clock she had precariously balanced in the cockpit, seeing it was nearly seven in the morning.

Kate reached up, flipping a switch and hearing a crackle of static as the com link came to life. "Hey, N, how far do you think we are from Frostpoint?" As Kate spoke, the VS crested a hill with Frostpoint in sight. "Nevermind. How's it going up there?"

True to form, Nítján remained silent for two minutes before finally answering Kate's question. The first one, at least. The woman raised her left arm, war claw attached, and pointed at the fortress with it. A few seconds passed before Nítján's voice came over the comm, voice quiet. There was a certain quality to the voice that would bring up images of ice or glass, either from smoothness or from tone.

"... it's there..."

Anyone looking out would spot the rather tall figure of Kate's vital suit, with what appeared to be a person perched haphazardly on the left shoulder. Twin tethers anchoring themselves in place, the figure had two suitcases hanging off them, arranged like a backpack. A few moments passed in silence before the arm was lowered again, the comm link cracking to life. By then the two were almost at the gate of the base, only a few minutes or so from the entrance.

"... I'm fine..."

Kate chuckled, used to Nítján's slow responses. "Glad to hear it." She replied after a moment, glancing once again at her clock. Right on time, good.

Flicking another switch, the com link went to a general channel. "Mercenary Kate Holmwood, with passenger, on approach." She announced, as was the norm for most military outposts she encountered. STAR didn't seem to require it, but Kate always had the "better safe than sorry" opinion on the matter. Flipping the switch again, Kate started towards the only open hangar that she could see.

"Behave yourself, Neet. At least until we're done with this contract."

Another moment of silence, in which the large VS managed to bridge half the distance, before Nítján finally responded.

"... I will..."

Kate smiled the slightest bit, but then she heard the train come in...

"Wait, wait, it's only..." She glanced at her clock again. "Ah, hell, forgot to set it again. Guess we shouldn't dilly-dally." Sure enough, the clock was blinking. She had forgotten to set it after changing the batteries.

Keeping its steady pace, Corinthian Vindicator entered the hangar roughly seven minutes later, with Kate noticing there were a surprising amount of people about.

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*bweep-bweep-bweep-bweep*

*bweep-bweep-bweep-bweep*

*bweep-bweep-bweep-bweep*

Urgh, time to wake up already? I poked a hand out to grab my alarm clock and pull it under the covers. Yup, it was 6:30, just when I'd set my alarm... Ugh, why the hell had I stayed up so late on the ComLink back to EDN IV...

Kicking the covers off myself, I rolled out of bed to start the day. If I was going to be out in this cold for this long, might as well start facing it now.

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Oh joy, breakfast at the slop bucket...

I looked over the selection. Fruit, cereal, not my thing... I settled for some "eggs" and bacon splattered with ketchup. Don't judge me, I can't think in the morning.

Not too many people here, huh. Oh hey, who's this, she looks nice...

"Judging by that Harmonizer I'll take a wild guess and say you're another VS-pilot?"
I remark as I plop myself down.

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Carter trudged through the snow for about half an hour, until he finally had the entrance to the hangar in his sights. "Heeelllooo, my fellow crazies!" he said through Fracture's PA system as he stepped inside. Or rather, he tried to step inside, but was almost hit by a human girl running laps. He jumped back awkwardly, not to protect himself, but for fear he might knock her over. "Whoops, sorry!"

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Kaj was already on the move, trundling along towards the hangar with his VS. Too bad he couldn't use his movement special in the snow; he'd be blazing along in no time. Oh well. This job would pay enough that he'd be able to snow-proof Garrison several times over. Finally reaching the train platform, he stepped forward to greet the others there before him.
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With a cool head and hand, Fem reacted with the instincts of a fine honed soldier when a suit suddenly walked through the entrance. Sharply turning, she pushed off on her heel and launched herself at the door rather than continue forward. Moving into the wal, she managed to climb about a meter up the sheer metal surface before sliding back down.

Cracking her neck, she turned to acknowledge the new suit; her hands on her hip. It was roughly human in shape, though much taller and bulkier than your average person. Most likely manned, judging by the installation of glass where the head is. Her eyes wandered up and down the suit on instinct, dedicating the various potential weakness and openings in the armour to memory.

Withholding a sigh of annoyance, brushing aside some hair with her right. This hangar was just starting to get too crowded for her to be able to exercise properly. First there were people who seemed to be preparing themselves for the mission, then a titan with some sort of power armour hanging of off it walked in, and now there was this. Not like it mattered for much. The train would be arriving soon if her watch was correct.

Cradling her head in her left hand, Fem took a deep breath before talking.

"Hey, you." She said as she walked up to the Power Armour. "Watch yourself when you enter a hangar. You could have seriously injured someone if this base was more active."

Brushing the bangs that had somehow drifted their way back down, she looked around for a moment before shrugging.

"I guess you got lucky this time. Don't count on your luck too often though, it's no excuse for not being careful."

Turning around, Fem began to jog back to her RV. Hopefully, Elsie would get here soon enough and she wouldn't have to find her and drag her out of bed.

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Smiling at her new-found table partner, Elsie glanced over them. Tall, rough faced, built like a soldier. Probably was one if her current location gave any hint. Still, she liked the company. Hopefully, he was more eloquent than Fem. Though she was dear to her heart, Elsie had to admit that Fem was a bristly person; someone that reminded her of a hedgehog. Laughing, the sound soft and melodic, she spun the helmet that she had laid on the table as the faintest hint of a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

"Is it not usually proper decorum for the man to introduce himself to the lady?" She replied, voice filled with mirth.

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Isaiah was on the move again, after getting his rest at the bar he packed up and began making his way to the station. His fast VS covering the distance quickly. When he was entering the station he clocked another VS that had the ninetails emblem on it and stopped.
"Well, this doesn't look too good for me. And here I was thinking I had gotten away from that lot. Oh well... He said to himself.

He maneuvered his VS over to a bay and parked it, the cockpit let out a hiss as the hydraulics within it began to push the sealed cockpit open. It slid out and Isaiah made sure his gear was secure before dropping out and letting it close, but not seal, just in case.
He took in the sight of the train, a big, powerful, beautiful work of engineering. Not something you'd use for a menial task. And the owners of such a beast would have to be rich, that meant the pay was definitely going to be good.

He shouldered his rifle and began to walk across to the others, the ninetails one might be hostile, the other one he didn't know. But at the moment he had no wish to get in on the whole pro-race stuff, but still, he didn't particularly like the nine-tails unit. Unlike Nerv they tended to shoot at him more often than not. So he kept his blade within reach.

Hey, you two, you both here for the train contract? He shouted over to them as he got closer.

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I tried to find words to answer the woman's playful critique, but failed miserably. "Oh, um... Sorry, no one's really brought that up before, I just, uh..."
Come on, get a hold of yourself man, it's not like you're a cub stuttering in front of a crush...
"RIGHT THEN! I guess I was a bit rude. Nathan Williams, Eden-4 born and raised, on board with STAR to escort the DEKO train." I hastily stuffed a bite of food in my mouth, trying to hide my embarrassment.

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Elsie is, fortunately, a master of double faced appearances. A skill that she drew upon often, she found herself drawing upon it once more. The hint of a smile and air of mirth remained around her even though, internally, she was disappointed by the soldier in front of her. Another backwater gunslinger who would never amount to anything; someone that was hardly worthy of her notice or affection. The only thing that she could really note of being interesting was that this man was to assist in the job that she was also on. Of course, there was a certain something that he could provide and like Fem, he did seem easier to fluster than most...

"Well, Mister Williams, it is a pleasure to meet you." Elsie replied with a striking smile, the twinkle of mischievousness present in her eye. "I prefer to be referred to as Elsie but maybe, I will allow you to call me something more personal."

As Elsie spoke, her voice continued to lower and smoothed itself out. At the end, it was the low and smooth tone of a mature woman. Contained within was a certain presence, a weight of experience and knowledge that promised comfort and warmth to those that would listen. It was an enchanting, almost intoxicating, a voice that could lead someone astray. Slowly, enticingly slow, Elsie's hand reached over to Nathan's paw and hovered just slightly over it as she played with the fur on the back of his paw softly, almost sensually.

"Well, perhaps if I knew you better then I would allow it."

Like that the spell shattered as Elsie made a quick grab with her outstreched hand, snatching a slice of apple off of Nathan's tray. With a teasing smile, she winked at him as she bit into the piece of fruit.

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I shot her a glare as she swiped the fruit foisted on my plate by the motherly cafeteria lady. "Alright, I'll give you that one..." I muttered, drawing back my hand and straightening out the fur. Something about her demeanor was... off. The sudden switch from polite and ladylike to seductress? Where did that come from, did she think she could lead me around by the dick or something?

I bolted the rest of my food, knowing time was running short. If the schedule was right, that train was going to be here soon.

"Well if you're done enjoying my food, I'd suggest you get a move on. The train should be arriving." I said, letting my voice turn cold as the perpetual winter wind outside. "Speaking of the job, do you even have a real Vital Suit? Saw quite a few suits of power armor these past few days but nothing that could handle anything serious. I'd hate to have my custom mech weighed down by a damaged passenger." I remarked pointedly as I scraped the uneaten scraps of now cold eggs and stray splotches of ketchup into the nearby trashcan. "And don't think I'm one of those tryhards who swap out the weapons or power cores and call that 'custom'. VS's being as modular as they are these days, you're pretty much meant to do that."

I turned to face her before walking out. "Sadly, most barflies who think they're that much sexier for packing heat get bored when I tell them about the trials and tribulations of building a Vital Suit from the ground up with experimental tech and can't even appreciate the privilege of being the only one on the design team qualified to pilot and test the damn beast."

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Elsie smiled at Nathan's reponses, this expression cryptic and unreadable. Unlike her previous expressions, this was as empty of meaning as ice and the air of mirth and amusement that had seemed to surround her was gone; replaced with an air of emptiness and ice. Her eyes gazed at Nathan, a cold fire noticeable in her gaze. It could have easily been anger as it could have been anger for anyone who was looking at her.

Personally though, she was just indifferent and tired of continuing this particular charade. This man was proving to be more of a nuisance and annoyance rather than interesting. This man was proving to be a larger prude and killjoy than Fem, which was quite the accomplishment considering the competition. At least Fem didn't become hostile over some friendly teasing. Well, at least to the degree to which this degenerate did.

"Well Mister Williams," She started as her voice slowly lost the melodic rhythm and chime that it had previously. With each word she spoke, the voice cooled and stilled. There was an edge to her voice now, a certain sharpness behind each word. At the same time though, there was a certain hint of understanding; a certain warmth of acknowledgement in her tone. It was contradictory really; there was both fire and ice present at the same time in her speech. "Allow me to state that I understand how the annoyance that can be generated by the ignorance others display can be a pain. Could you imagine how it would be like if someone were to fail to grasp at the meaning behind your words and actions? I believe you can."

Standing up, Elsie dusted off her clothing before depositing her own used utensils before picking up her luggage. Turning to face the man, she bowed slightly before she spoke. This man was no longer of use; he was neither the person they were searching for nor was he interesting enough to follow up on. He was simply a more bristly version of Fem, one that happened to be a braggart as well.

"I thank you for your time and the fruit that you have given me. The time we have spent in this room has allowed me to glean a view into your character." With that she straightened herself out before leaving the hall. "However Mister Williams, you should try to be more gentle towards those that show interest in you. Reacting as you did to some small teasing and then proceeding to boast of your own achievements is, to put it simply, a turn off."

Reaching the elevators located at the end of the hall, she turned around and bowed towards the rough man once more. Her voice was soft, the melodic chime returning once again. I wish you the best for the upcoming mission."

With that, Elsie entered the elevator and punched in the hangar button. With a quiet hiss, the door shut itself.
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I tried punching in the employee override on my Harmonizer, but it was too late; the lift was already gone. Dammit, I hadn't even gotten her name. At least her appearance was somewhat distinctive, maybe I could find her on the mission roster...

I scrolled through waiting for the next lift to arrive. No, no, bunch of guys, moving on, huh, someone in a... Maid fetish outfit, listed as "support staff". Wonder what that could possibly mean... Ah, here we go. Elsie, no last name given, freelancer. Stepping on, I started drafting a message on my way down.

Elsie,

What you said before departing made me realize that yeah, maybe I was being a bit of an jerk. At this point I don't expect this to change your perception of me very much, but think of this as both an apology and explanation for my conduct.

Back on EDN IV I've had some unfortunate experiences regarding women, especially human women. While they weren't exactly discriminatory, they made rather disingenuous assumptions about what motivates anthro males. Rarely if ever did their affectionate and/or sultry words turn out to be genuine, as they were just trying to control me.

Anyways, after those run-ins, I gave up on anything like a "relationship" and instead devoted the time that wouldn't be spent finding "the one and only" to hours studying VS engineering and hours in piloting sims. And yet people still jumped to conclusions about me, either that I was gay because I didn't pursue women (even with STAR intervention, some of EDN IV's old culture rears it's ugly head). In other cases, people who heard only about me being a VS pilot meant I was some kind of "my gun is bigger than yours" jock, and on the other side of it, that my engineering background meant I was a only a hobbie pilot.

So in the end, what happened this morning was a knee-jerk reaction to your first impression, which reminded me of past encounters where I was played like fiddle, and my fears of the other assumptions led into a pitiful attempt to show that I was in fact both a capable man of science as well as combat.

Really, as someone who hates having assumptions made about him, I should hardly be doing the same to others, and for that, I am sorry.

See you out on the field,
Nathan

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Hitting send as I walked across the hangar floor, I made my way over the the familiar bulk of the BEO-4 "Prometheus", climbing in, booting up, and walking it outside. Nothing to do now but wait, really. Either wait for orders, wait for a reply, wait for the train.
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After agreeing to meet up at the train station, Edward seperated from Para and started wandering around town a bit. The streets had a good bit of snow on them, but the most traveled ones were already trampled into a hard layer, and the town itself wasnt THAT big, so he could navigate mostly from memory. He rather quickly passed by a group of Nevec soldiers who seemed like they were beaten for the past few days, whom he gave a wide berth preffering not to get involved with pissed off Nevec people and continued on his way towards the train station, trying to note the more out of place people he saw.

Dissapointed, but halfly expecting it, he didn't actually notice anything peticular before reaching the train station itself, where he had a sight to behold: Two humans openly approaching an anthro, who was quite clearly proud of his Nine-Tails status. With a short forethought, Edward decided to stay inside his VS, where people couldn't actually see his appearance, but the STAR symbol was still painted clear as day on his VS. Just to be on the safe side, he decided to warm up his plasma cannon in case any ordinance started flying his way and hung back. Suddenly, those Nevec guys don't seem like half the potential trouble...
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"You know, Jacob, the silent pilot really isn't a good idea for Nevec's image reform." Tessa and Jacob trudged towards the train station through the thick snow and ice, the former having failed for the eighth time in half as many minutes to start a reasonable conversation.

"Understood." Jacob replied. "I will attempt to be more sociable."

Tessa's somewhat crestfallen expression perked up, reflected on a larger scale by her Vital Suit raising itself upwards by a few degrees. "Great!"

They continued to crunch through the frozen landscape in expectant silence. It was good that Jacob was so unflappable, Tessa mused, but it did make for very extensive periods of stilted chatter. If he hadn't prompted her to continue every blue moon, she would've fallen into despair of him loosening up in the future. At least Sherman was more responsive, if abrasively so. Still, she liked having the quiet Nevec pilot around even if he thought giving someone a packet of fruit and vegetable seeds was the most proper birthday gift. It was, sort of, but still.

"..." Several minutes passed in silence.

"...hoo..."

"Is something wrong?" Jacob asked, trying and failing to keep his voice in the range of 'concerned'.

"Don't worry about it. Maybe I'll just do the talking for us, and you can be the professional one."

Nearing the train station, Tessa grimaced at seeing the symbol of one of Sherman's many headaches pop up in her HUD. Nine Tails. Nevec had a less than friendly relationship with the pro-anthro faction, even with the Commander's cataclysmic efforts. Ninetails might like Sherman, but they had decades of bad blood to overcome with the entirety of Nevec.

Approach? We'd be rebuffed. The Nevec pilot ran over her options. None were appealing. Don't approach? Seen as self-righteous, arrogant. First option has the lightest consequences, unless they take offense because they think we're assuming Nevec is forgiven. A small coil of resentment was repressed at the thought. Tessa had to face the brunt of the anti-Nevec opinions directed at Sherman, being the most approachable of the trio.

Gotta start somewhere. Tessa opted for the one VS not currently occupied with greetings and conversation, an interesting VS with multiple rotors attached to it.

"Hi there!" She called out, plodding to a halt several meters away. Jacob stood by her side in silence, waving his right arm in a stiff back and forth. "I'm Nevec Pilot Tessa Munoz, this is Nevec Pilot Jacob Heinsburg. Nice to meet you."
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Kaj flared his rotors and turned, only to see two NEVEC pilots standing before him. One in particular, he recognized. [censored], what's NEVEC doing here? And more specifically, her? Kaj had a small panic attack, then, hoping he'd removed his own NEVEC symbol from his VS, he adressed the two pilots in front of him. "Funny, I didn't expect NEVEC to be here. What interest do you have with a STAR-led mission?"

"The Commander wanted us here. Part of showing that Nevec's turned over a new leaf." Tessa explained, relieved that he hadn't immediately flown into an anti-Nevec rage. Jacob remained silent. "She made a deal with STAR. Have us tag along, fix up some trade deals, y'know, that sort of thing. Don't worry. If the Commander wanted to sabotage this, she wouldn't have sent me. If I die, she loses a lot more than a VS pilot."

"Oh?" Kaj said, raising an eyebrow. Then he mentally punched himself for doing so, because he was inside a VS, and she couldn't see. "To be honest, I'm surprised Nevec personnel aren't being shot on sight. They were rather... hostile back when I was wit-" He fumbled for a second. "*I mean* when I was with Booker," he lied. He hoped nobody caught his mistake. It was bad enough that he was ex-Nevec at all, but having them show up right now, especially this particular squad, was worse.

He decided to feign ignorance, although he knew full well who the girl was. The silent one? No clue. His VS was of a make he didn't recognize. "I'm not sure I got your names. I'm Kaj." He cursed himself far too late for saying his name aloud. He was so paranoid he was letting his guard down by accident!

"Kaj." Tessa echoed, idly opening Nevec's databanks. She probably wouldn't find anything useful, but it was always good to check. The perceptive woman picked up on his hesitation and decided to let it drop. There were plenty of people formerly affiliated with Nevec. So long as he didn't start spouting the usual garbage, they could along just fine. "My name hasn't changed. I'm still Tessa, and that's still Jacob."

"Hello." Jacob said with the warmth of a frozen snowbank. "It is nice to meet you."

"Don't worry about Nevec." The infinitely more outgoing pilot assured Kaj, taking care not to wave her Vital Suit's weapons as she gestured pointlessly. "The Commander's scared half of them into obedience, and most of the rest were already on her side before she got promoted."

The rotors on Garrison's back, which had been outstretched like a porcupine's quills, lowered a bit, as Kaj lowered his shoulders. Maybe Nevec had learned restraint after all.

"Ah, yes, the Commander. Sherman, was it? I overheard her name in the hangar."

"Right in one. If you don't mind me asking, what did you hear about her?"

"Oh, um, mainly that she was scary as all hell. But also that she was sticking up for us anthros." He chuckled mirthlessly. "I guess there is a first time for everything." Kaj then noticed two large VSes approaching from the other side of the platform, announcing their departure. "Well, we should probably get a move on, unless we fancy getting left behind," he said, turning to enter the train. "It was good meeting you... again, I think? Anyways, give my regards to the commander. She sounds.... reasonable, for Nevec."

"I think she'd like that. See you around, Kaj." Tessa headed towards the train, Jacob trailing behind her like an armored duckling following its mother.
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