[center][h1]Alexi Krackov[/h1]

What could the horrifying, murderous, blood crazed mercenary of the free lands be possibly doing during this meet up with legendary soldiers turned fortune? Was she eyeing everyone up? Evaluating who could be the weak link, the spy, or the bastard who kill steals? Or perhaps, she was thinking of ways of killing that sniper who just had to join the team, maybe in his sleep? 

Erm...... well.... no. Alexi was jet lagged, somewhat, having to make this meeting through an overnight trip. Between the fact that she was still recovering from.... ya know, getting shot in the fucking head and the long, irritatingly boring journey she had to take here for this orientation, this vacation of hers was not starting off on the right foot. So, among the many comfy couches and pillows, Alexi had been literally just dozing off, half asleep on the couch. Her blood red beret covering her face somewhat. 

Just as she was just about to start catching up on some sleep, a stereotype decided to disturb her. 

[color=FF8C00]“...gonna ask Hawthorne, Alexi & Nate to join me in the War room real quick. I'll leave the rest of yall with the Deputy.”[/color]

With a moan and a grumble, Alexi slowly got up, straighten her beret and hair, and followed the group into a more private room. She wondered, mainly out of bored curiosity, of why she and the other two had been chosen for this private conversation. Could it be because of her past? Goody two shoes who were short sighted always loved throwing the words "Monster" and "Child Murderer" around at her, but to little affect. No, if that were the case, she wouldn't even be on this vacation. 

Though it was soon revealed.... well sort of, as to what the cowboy wanted.[color=FF8C00] “Okay....before we go any further, I need to know.....why did you decide to join the outcast guild?”[/color] he said, no longer with that over exaggerated accent of his. This definitely raised an eyebrow for Alexi. Why the hell would they care about why she joined? As long as she did her job, wouldn't that be good enough. 

Alexi gave an annoyed sigh, her headache returning to her. The guy next to her... she struggled to remember his name... Hawthorne! Well Hawthorne rather annoyingly summed up her feelings. Though the dude was begging for a good nut shot, he had a point. Why the fake accent? Why the entry level job resume question? 

Finally, Alexi spoke up. During all this, she seemed rather un-amused and uninterested in the conversation, she now spoke, still not even looking at the man in the cowboy hat. "Your little group of "Outcasts" I've run into on... more than one occasion has proven to be the only closest thing to a military for the Fortune Region. You mostly keep the Fortune Region good for business, as we don't want any those dumb nations across the waters bothering us here while we make a killing and live free from their petty bullshit war. I'd rather keep it that way as would many of my employers." She paused for a moment, leaning back in her chair a bit, staring at the ceiling. 

"That, and I need a vacation, honestly. I'm really just here to relax, slaughter a few dumb grunts from wherever, and make a little pocket money on the side. That's all." she said, shrugging. [/center]