[hr][hr][center][color=0076a3][h2]STEIN KALFOX[/h2][/color]
[sub][i][b]“Greed is so destructive. It destroys everything.”[/b][/i]
E A R T H A  K I T T[/sub][/center]
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[center][b]MECH HANGAR  -  NEW ANCHORAGE[/b][/center]

Stein Kalfox felt agitated as she got back to work on her NC, pulling the goggles from over her bangs to back over her eyes before tapping a switch on the side of them to activate their sensory array that connected itself to the readings of the NC itself. The “Little Dragon” had seen a lot of action in the past, but she had never gotten blindsided like she had when her newfound commander ‘rescued’ her from death— a fact she was surprised hadn’t been held over her head and used to force her in as a pilot for their interests. A light breath escaped her as she retrieved her toolkit from her belt once again and began doing whatever work that she had missed out on with the pointless conversation the head engineer had basically forced her into having to only mock her blatantly.

[color=0076a3]“Tch.”[/color]

The annoyance would fade with time, but if she was to be fighting with amateurs no matter how “talented” they were— she was going to make sure she was at maximum capacity as per possible. She sighed deeply as her thoughts going back to the fight was still resounding with more and more questions.

[i]We have to put you on probationary status pending an investigation we are not at nature to speak about. 

All company resources will be suspending for this duration.

The timeline of this investigation will be unknown so you should look for independent contracts in the meantime. 

The price of the NC will be deducted out of your holdings account so you may be allowed to keep your personal NC.[/i]

Stein gritted her teeth as the words cycled in her mind as if reminding her of her situation. She was [i]broke[/i], [i]homeless[/i], and [i]stranded[/i]. Even if she hadn’t been nearly killed and her NC half-toasted, she would’ve been in a shit scenario and not any less furious. It frustrated that they hung her out to dry for whatever reasons the Board of Directors were investigating. All the blonde-haired pilot had were questions without answers and it all came back to her shaking her emotions ajar. 
[indent][h3][i]CLANK![/i][/h3][/indent]
[b][color=0076a3]“Damn it!”[/color][/b] She spat, [b][i]loudly[/i][/b] as she swung a wrench down against her NC— the loud [i]CLANK[/i] of the metal meeting metal making an abrupt noise in the process.