[center][h1][color=coral]Sara Hawkins[/color][/h1][/center][hr]
While the mech trailers did an excellent job of protecting the mechs from the elements when they weren't in use, it was no small pain for two individuals to set them up. Most mechs typically employed an engineering team- and out in the freelands, military-trained engineer teams were few and far between, and exorbitantly expensive as well. The result was most Fortune Land pilots learned how to maintain their own machines. Still, working on a highly advanced machine was a lot of work by yourself, and some lazier or less wealthy pilots often just let their mechs rust out in the elements inbetween downtime, and worried more about weapons and ammo than the all important hydraulics, shock absorbers, and thrust systems that would get worn down and clogged up by excess sand, dirt and grime. 

Pulling off the tarps over the mech trailers was a bit of a hassle, but half an hour later, the hard tops of the trailers were opening, revealing two relatively well maintained mechs in their holds. One was a steel grey beast- in the shape of a wolf, the aptly named Jager Hound was a fairly widespread machine- popular in both the Northern Frontier, as well as the Fortune Lands. The Jager Hounds, while not quite as ubiquitous as some of the more common bipedals, were still easily recognized and hard to mistake for anything else. To call Robin's Jager Hound similar to every other Jager Hound would be a grave mistake however, this beast of a machine- called the Thrasher by Robin, and noted as the 'Wester Custom' by Sara, was a mean machine: fast, and sporting a pair of 50mm plasma cannons- this machine could reduce an unprepared mech to a pile of slag with little difficulty. 

The other trailer held Sara's personal Chevalier III, the White Hare. A thin and aerodynamic looking machine, this mech was reminiscent of fighter jets, but lacked the inherent fragility and versatility a high-speed jet possessed. Thin and angular, Sara's Chevalier was a machine designed to dominate the skies with its variable equipment loadouts. Much like Robin's Jager, Sara took great pride in her own customized machine, the 'White Hare'. A customized Supercruise/Afterburner meant she was easily one of the fastest things in the sky, and could get out of dangerous situations in a pinch, and a trademark 'Northern Ice White' paint set her in stark contract with many of the drab and dark machines in the Fortune Lands.  

[color=coral]"I think there was another job in Therux, scavenging through one of the old The Ratlin & Cores factories."[/color] Sara remarked absentmindedly as she pulled on her flight harness- a bulky (and pink) armored pressure suit that would help protect her from the low air pressure and high-G forces she would experience during flight. The harness fit over her like football pads would, and as a result made her thin frame looking even smaller by comparison. The back had a parachute and directional jetpack thruster if she had to eject, and the inner lining functioned similar to an airbag when necessary. 

[color=coral]"I don't think I've been back since I left for the Dunelands. My sis just got engaged, did I tell you that?"[/color] she continued as she climbed over her mech, currently on its back, and made her way to the cockpit. Opening the cockpit with the touch of a button, Sara turned around and let herself fall into the arms of her cockpit chair before sealing herself inside it. Despite the darkness of her cockpit, Sara instinctively reached out and powered her machine on.

The White Rabbit roared to life, its control console immediately lighting up with a variety of colors, while the front and side walls of her cockpit became viewscreens themselves. Pulling her helmet over her head and securing it to her harness, Sara grabbed at a tube under her controls, and plugged it into the front of her helmet's mask, breathing in deeply as the mech began feeding oxygen into her harness. As she plugged herself in, data began popping up over her helmet as well.

[color=lime]
> Confirming Pilot Biometry: [color=cyan]Sara Hawkins_[/color]
> ...Pilot Confirmed. Welcome [color=cyan]RABBIT_[/color]
> Initializing systems...

> Reactor Unit: [color=cyan]Online_[/color]
> Targeting AI: [color=cyan]Online_[/color]
> Weapon Systems: [color=red]Calibrating...[/color][indent]
> XBR: 		[color=cyan]OK![/color]
> T-2 S: 		[color=cyan]OK![/color]
> T-2 P: 		[color=cyan]OK![/color]
> XM921: 	[color=cyan]OK![/color]
> HSMS: 	[color=cyan]OK![/color][/indent]
> All Calibrations Complete_
> All Systems Nominal_
> Entering Standby_[/color]
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[color=coral]"This is a terrible idea."[/color] Sara commented over the comms as her Chevalier slowly stomped its way into the flat clearing nearby their supply truck. Peeking at her rear-view camera, she looked at a quartet of high tensile cables lying limp on the ground connected to the Thrasher. The White Hare widened its stance on the ground, its thrusters angling themselves as they began spooling up. The incessant whine of the supersonic thrusters grew to a louder and higher pitch, until they reached a pitch almost out of the human audio range. With a small boom, the White Hare lifted off the ground, the cables behind it becoming taught as they pulled against the groundborne Jager Hound. The Thrasher's 'paws' skidded against the dirt for a second as they dragged along the ground until the White Hare managed to lift the machine off the ground. Re-angling her thrusters, Sara put in the coordinates of the mission and began flying towards the target location, Jager Hound in tow.

She triggered communications with 'T' and the other pilots who had signed on with the mission- Apparently there were two others joining them as well, 5 pilots was quite the party for what Sara saw as a rather small mission. As she tuned into their frequency, she heard another feminine voice calling out.

[color=#E46B63]"This is Pilot Designate F-003 'Alecto' hailing 'T.' We are now confirming arrival over the Iron Canal. I'll standby just outside of sensor range, but I'm prepared for rapid aerial deployment against the target when all other units are in position. Please confirm your status. Alecto out."[/color]

[color=coral]"Talk about a party."[/color] Sara commented over the comms. [color=coral]"This is Rabbit and Fang. Sending IFF Codes to all pilots on this frequency. Try not to shoot at us yeah? Paint's expensive out here in the desertlands.[/color]