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[center][h1][color=a187be]Phoebe Norah[/color][/h1][/center]

The slow stomping of the mech as it walked across the green fields combined with the breeze that created movement in said fields was an oddly relaxing experience. Phoebe couldn’t help but doze off while moving ever closer to her destination. A ruggish voice with a heavy accent woke Phoebe a few hours later; it was the man who hired her spouting some trivial words at Phoebe. Leaning forward into a mic, she pressed the push to talk button and said,

[color=a187be]“You got the right girl, and I [i]do[/i] have a few questions. First of all, how ready is your prototype exactly? I mean I don’t want to get in there and suddenly be blown to bits starting the engine. Secondly, if you want me to test the mech, you gotta do it right; give me the schematics and blueprints and I’ll be able to more thoroughly test your big boy. That is what you hired me to do no?”[/color]

She had almost reached her destination now, and the hillbilly was clearly visible. Putting a headset on to keep talking to Jan, she got off of her ass and climbed on top of FR-8R through a hatch. After finding a flat spot, she sat down, throwing her legs in the air and tapped the headset’s mic.

[color=a187be]“Owh yeah, and lastly; You have any sweets?”[/color]

[color=f9ad81]“Destination…reached.”[/color] A few mechanical thuds and sounds were the final noises that freighter made after halting in front of Jan. with a small elevator like platform, no more than half a meter wide, Phoebe descended the mech. About a meter from the ground, she jumped off, and stepped up to Davis. But instead of greeting or shaking hands, she walked straight past him, her enthusiastic eyes searching for the prototype.

[color=a187be]“Alright old man, let’s get started then, shall we?”[/color]