[color=8dc73f][b]Verena Ellmenreich[/b][/color][hr]

A series of explosion rocked the ship, as she moved her hands in front of her, examining the new colors she now wore. [i]Different colors, same suit[/i], she thought. Her grin grew slightly wider as the comms blared to life, barking orders for them to get off now. 

[color=8dc73f]"[i]Immer im Einsatz[/i].."[/color] She spoke to herself, before responding. [color=8dc73f]"Affirmative!"[/color]

Verena boarded her TSF, looking over the familiar controls as she readied herself for launch. For a moment panic gripped her, the feeling of claustrophobia, the feeling that she was stepping into a [i]coffin[/i], growing intense. 

[color=8dc73f]"Nngh.. hmmgfh.."[/color] The moment passed quickly, as she breathed slowly, eyes closed to control herself. [color=8dc73f]"Wolf 9, launching off!"[/color]

Once more, into the fray, piloting a 1st generation TSF. There was a time when she would have protested, asking for better TSF, one that wasn't as outdated. But now, like the fortified suit she used to be rather embarrassed to wear, Verena couldn't bring herself to care anymore. She was envious of those who were in the cutting edge machines, but still, it was just the way things goes. Normal recruits like her gets shoved onto the cheapest stuff to be the cannon fodder. 

Up ahead one of the flying TSF exploded, spraying debris all over her TSF's hull, and bringing her out of her reverie. 

[color=8dc73f]"Ah, jeez!"[/color] Her heart felt like it was gripped by an icy claw as she brought her machine lower, heading towards whatever beachhead they were heading to.

No, 'hell' would be more apt considering what awaits them.