[center][h1]Hanna von Falkenheim[/h1][/center]


".....Von Falkenheim was it? That sounds kind of German, you wouldn't happen to be part of the WEC would you...?" 

The pilot who had introduced himself as Larcen obviously had some troubles with the Western European Coalition. Perhaps she was meeting someone who had fought on the other side of the Karlsland conquest? Interesting as it may be, his jumpy behavior and drifting hands near his sidearm only made warranted a huff from Hanna. Such cowardliness this man showed, and he was to be joining this flight? Well, he might meet an unfortunate end if he stepped out of line.

Standing calmly, without even the slightest hint of being intimidated, she stared Larcen dead in the eyes, her orange glare borrowing deep into his head. "During the Karlsland Conquest, I earned my Silver Wings for the Western European Coalition for my actions while participating in the 203rd Hunter Squadron, bombing Karlslandic industrial complexes behind lines and scoring twenty four kills. I then went on to train and lead the 105th Raider Squardron before finally being [b]honorably discharged.[/b] However make no mistake, [i]Tommy,[/i] I no longer serve under their banner. So I suggest you calm down if wish to participate on this job." she said in a firm voice, staring Larcen down. 

Like many in this room, this man would be no more than just another stepping stone. Maybe the other pilots could prove useful tools to be used, but this one, well, had already shown Hanna all that she needed. This one was not going to last long, no doubt, and is nothing more than a nuisance, not even worth the effort. At least here, the ladder was more flexible than during her time in WEC forces.