[hr][hr][center][color=olive][h1]GRAHAM[/h1][/color][b]OUTSIDE, NEW ANCHORAGE
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Graham blew out a puff of smoke from the synthetic cigarette. 

The people Jingo remembered had shifted a bit since their time together, but as far as Graham had read there were no distinct roster depatures outside of Madison Cole who had been stricken to a coma due to her injuries of her battle several months ago; all Graham knew about it was that it was a comatose state that was a byproduct of neural something or another. Doctor Bonheur had the details if the new recruits cared to know it. He didn’t know if Jingo had any real comraderie with the girl, but if he did the news that she was still in a coma might’ve caused an unease in him. But Graham didn’t sugarcoat anything and he wasn’t about to start now.

[color=olive]“Excluding Madison Cole who is still in the ICU with a bad case of neural psychosis, the people you remember from when you worked to protect Smith’s Rest are all still here. There’s two newer recruits you might be unfamiliar with though—Jan Van Gent and Stein Kalfox. But you will know them soon enough.”[/color]

To those who were familiar with the “important” NC pilots of the modern age, the stories of the mercenary Jan Van Gent and the Volkov Corporation’s “Little Dragon” were familiar and may have come as surprises considering their reputations. Jan had been a bit of an unruly and independent personality that worked as he found missions across the world, never really sticking to one place— but also had a particularly distasteful relationship with outfits like Fairbanks and Red-Star. Stein had only been ten years old or so when she got her first kill and within two years of that kill had become somewhat of a “prodigy” for mech combat and few survived encounters with her or her squadron that was headed by Volkov field captain Roxa Vox.

[i][color=olive]Roxa Vox.[/color][/i]

Graham paused in his thought as the name brought back memories… angry and bitter memories. 

[color=olive]“We’ll get you situated and introduced with them when we get to the Mess Hall.”[/color] Graham said as he kept walking—passing through the doors of the main facility. The new pilots following him through the corridors that followed.