[center][h2]Arcadia[/h2]
[sub]North Hub[/sub]
[@tex][@Blue Demon][@Unfortunately] [/center]

Onweer stepped through the gate confidently but her stride died down when she spotted the huge vehicle surrounded by what was surely Survey Group Alpha. She gave a small disappointed sigh and crossed her eyes, a slight pout finding her lips. She hated any form of inanimate transportation, considering it incredibly unreliable and highly dependent on circumstance. Only a human or animal truly had the capacity to overcome any obstacle. 

Her eyes ran over the gathered crowd (much smaller than expected, which made her feel even more proud for getting the job) but aside from seeing a few eccentric people, didn’t spot any familiar faces. Then she realised someone was talking… no, bragging, about the machine and inquiring about some people missing. Her eye twitched when she didn’t hear her name, but the word “last-minute replacement” instead. Deciding to tackle the issue head-on, she stepped forward and stood right in front of Yvette, slightly in-your-face. 

“I assume by replacement you meant me, boss.” A grin blossomed on her face. “The name’s Onweer, nice to meet you. And I really hope we don’t run into any forests else your little toy truck might turn out to be the most expensive gift the freelance Divers have ever received. Unless you intend to shoot any of them on sight with those big bad cannons?” The question might have sounded like playful teasing but there was more to it than that. The cannon did put her nerves up a notch because from what she remembered, murder was never part of the contract she’d signed.  She hoped CMAS hadn’t concocted some insane plan of taking over Divers’ territory by force and firepower. And she also hoped the group leader’s mind was as strong as her frame and that she knew what she was doing.