Leftenant Sanders scowled at the offensively bright AWS-8Q, he hated the colours. ‘Pride month,’ she had called it. He didn’t care, he just wanted a paycheck. Luckily he was looking at a big one. Not this dead end assignment on a ‘strategically important’ world. The Cappellans had quietly sent him a special request. Leave the gate open so to speak. Hell, he might even trade his old Blackjack in for that damn Awesome.

‘Hey!” That fuzzy bitch stood there in front of him, smiling. Had he really not noticed her ‘mech had shut down? “Clonal Sanders! You ready?” He put on his best fake smile, “Oh yeah, I’m ready for our patrol, not sure what we’re going to find though.” She smiled, “Cappellans.” He was almost taken aback. “Nah, just farmers.” He quipped. “Watch yourself,” she got close then. Something was in her eye. “wouldn’t want to leave an opening in our defenses.” He swore he saw a jumpship in her eye.

Shi watched him turn. “Yeah, sure.” He said over his shoulder. Hir 2IC sidled up to hir, the fact shi was taller than him at hir 134.62cm never ceased to amaze hir. “He doesn’t know does he?” Shi smirked, “Nope, get the others saddled up again. Did you tip off the air wing?” “You doubt me?” Shi didn’t, just as the supposedly loyal Lyran officer had no idea shi had heard him talking in the dark to his new friend.

‘No,’ shi thought to hirself as the little dropships disembarked from the Invader jumpship in hir eye, ‘he is going to have a bad day…’

A test of a new style. Time consuming as all fuck. Might not do these often in this manner but damn was it nice for the final result.

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