[center][h1][color=0076a3]S T E I N[/color][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/51fc61ac770a524e9468f174afa94d7f/tumblr_inline_n1xc79Kcic1rb3m8r.png[/img][/center]
[b][center]NC Pilot Barracks, New Anchorage CC 
[color=gray][[ Around 0200 Hours ]][/color] 
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The sound of thunder and steel, distorted static in her ear, and echoing gunfire. Had it been a simulation Stein would’ve found herself thinking the situation was favorable to test her reflexes and abilities— but therein came the fact that this was a scenario that was sourced in [i]reality[/i]. 

The blonde-haired girl dropped from her bunk to the cold padded metal floor, a look of annoyance upon her face. She looked over at her comrades and with a dry expression tried to gauge how they too were reacting. Some bunks were empty due to the fact that some of the pilots had dipped out for a break for the lavatories or were somewhere else in the facility ignoring their insomnia by trying to do something productive; such of a sentiment was one Stein respected and understood at the very least. However Stein had been sleeping since a little after 2100 hours and she quite liked having a cohesive sleep schedule; but she supposed that her four-to-five hours of rest was a decent amount especially considering the situation she had been awakened to.

After all, they were under attack.

She wasn’t quite sure [i]who[/i] New Anchorage had offended, but given the deaths it had been responsible for under Sophia’s leadership the names were not exactly small ones. She and Jan Van Gent had killed one of the higher ranking members of Red Star and she knew that other pilots had done their duty as well— though the likelihood a major corporation would attack them without any warning was doubtful if her knowledge within Volkov meant anything substantial to the issue. Corporations were political and cautious… but attacking at the dead of the morning from the [i]inside[/i] as she assumed due to the lack of communications and power was not the motif of raiders or pirates. But who else but corporations could setup such a scenario? It was a thought she’d have to find the answers to at another time. Especially considering the fact her train of thought was interrupted by a loud and clearly annoyed voice from the other end of Stein’s side of the bunks.

[color=f7941d][b]“What the flyin’ fuck is going on?!”[/b][/color]

Kathryn Dradht. Not part of her squad, but a reasonable response to the sound of explosions and gunfire in the middle of the morning as far as Stein could perceive. Not everyone had the same response to sudden abnormal shifts as Stein had experienced and she knew that. Alongside her role as a squad commander she had to be more understanding of her comrades just like her own mentor, Roxa Vox had done with her. She may not have been able to be sympathetic or inspirational as Agatha suggested but at the very least she could not ignore a person should they be different in personality. Her blue eyes glanced over to the direction of Vera’s bunk and a sense of worry came to her mind— she would have to be mindful of Vera and protect her as any other commander would to a pilot-in-training.

Stein sighed as she pulled up her sleeves to her clothing and afterwards reaching to her small lockbox she kept her important items in; including that of her personal handgun, a Volkov Small Arms Special 17. She was one of the few pilots who kept themselves guarded in the barracks. It was a situation like this where she was glad that she did.

[color=0076a3]“It appears that we are under attack.”[/color]

There was another voice to reply, muffled by the haze of drowsiness and utter nervous confusion— Joshua Ray. [color=75906C]“I… yeah. This is [i]bad[/i].”[/color]

Yes, yes it was.