[center][color=f9ad81][h3][b][u] T A H L I A    S T Y L E S [/u][/b][/h3][b]Mess Hall - New Anchorage[/b][/color][/center]
[hr]Tahlia walked with the others, through the snow, the wind and the cold. She listening intently to some of the questions that were raised by her fellow fighters but chose to remain quiet for the time being. Until a mission was given to her she had no reason to question the authority of a man, such a Graham. A man that seemed to have a vision, a plan, and knew exactly what he expected of each 'soldier'... but the mention of 'Honour' was something she found as an odd choice of words from individual known as Joshua Ray. To look for honour meant that you were on the same path to become a hero. It means that that you are hoping to be idolised, admired, and expected to perform in such a way as to appease everyone. A path that Tahlia had no interest in.

Under Red Star's command Tahlia was instructed not to make contact with any outsiders that wished to know more about her and her division, in turn the Corporation would not publish her post mission debriefings in any public archives. The publicity flared up when her team managed to force a retreat on a small army of NC fighters that was looking to raid Broken Hill for it's mineral resources. Mountains of steel ore held away in storage for the higher ups to use in their NC production lines, and every known reporter was hunting for Tahlia like vultures around a carcass. From Ruby Rhod to Jimmy Olsen, Penny Maverick to Brick Tamland, they all wanted to break the news first about Tahlia's tactics and skills. The only problem was that her success on that mission had nothing to do with skill, it was pure luck.

Tahlia had managed to fool her enemy with a bluff. The enemy believed she had a small force of fifteen to twenty plus NCs, they thought she had grouped ambushes behind ridges, inside buildings, hidden under the earth. The truth to this was much more interesting. Tahlia only had command of five support NCs and a bucket load of dummy radio transmitters. It was a bluff of the most dangerous and risky kind, pushing her team and workers back at base to the very edge of insanity and exhaustion. In order to make her foe believe her force was greater than what it truly was she ordered her support NCs to return to base one by one during their fight where instead of being reloaded with Ammo, the NC's weaponry was swapped out with pre-loaded gear; all while a man that got the daily nickname of Van Gough, repainted the markings on the NC giving them a new look and call sign. It was extremely harsh on her team. She lost one man due to the phantom pain he endured by constantly entering a new load out. In the end the foe never believed once for a moment that the NC they were fighting earlier was the same NC coming back to re-battle them; that the scanned force of NCs hidden behind ridges unloading an entire payload was actually a one man team; that Tahlia's job was not to engage the enemy but instead to fire between the forces and prevent the foe from getting too close to discover her dirty little trick.

[color=f9ad81][b]"Honour?..."[/b][/color] she scoffed quietly at Joshua's remark, knowing that if she was to tell a reporter about her so called victory that day, it would have meant the end of Broken Hill. [color=f9ad81][b]"You must be a kangaroo loose in the top paddock if you want to become some sorta 'secret police force superhero' or sumthing fucked up like that."[/b][/color] Tahlia made an effort to include finger quotes around 'secret police force superhero' just to emphasise how stupid the phrase was. [color=f9ad81][b]"If that's what you wanna become then you can rack off now before you get us all killed with your self inflated egos."[/b][/color]

Tahlia turned towards Graham, noting his position of power, [color=f9ad81][b]"Sir. Permission to be excused for my outburst. Haven't had a decent sleep in a long time and some of these... children,"[/b][/color] she glared at Alex with her tired eyes, [color=f9ad81][b]"have been treating the tram like nursery pen."[/b][/color]

She reached into her pocket to pull out a cigarette, slipping it into her mouth before lighting the tip. [color=f9ad81][b]"Oh, and I have no questions for you, sir,"[/b][/color] she spoke in a muffled voice.