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[color=6ecff6]CS Link[/color][/url][/center][hr][center][sub][b]Location:[/b] The Airstrip[/sub][/center][hr]
Making her way across the tarmac Trixie struggled a little under the weight of her luggage. She knew she had to only bring essential items with her, and a lot of her gear was still packed away in a mostly neat pile back in the maintenance area crawlspace she'd been using as her personal workshop for the last few years, but some things were just too important to leave behind.

Crouched over with a rucksack twice her size strapped to her back, several bladders filled with gas floating above her to lessen the weight enough for her to carry the thing, the tech girl staggered and teetered her way between the planes. The one she was lo0oking for had to be around here somewhere, but with all the VTOLs used by The Village to ferry supplies and personnel around the place the young woman was finding it difficult to locate the right one.

Finally as she stepped around a fuel tanker in the process of refilling an outgoing transport Trixie saw a group piling gear into the back of a plane just ahead of her. Making her way towards them as quickly as she could the girl stopped in front of the uniformed man who seemed to be running things. [color=bc8dbf]"Recruit Beatrix Tanner, reporting for duty Sir!"[/color] She proclaimed proudly, firing off what she thought was a snappy salute to the official looking man.

Turning towards her warily for a moment, the soldier looked Trixie up and down with am unimpressed air. Not that she noticed, her heart was still racing with excitement and she was practically bouncing with glee at the opportunity to get out there and explore the world. [color=silver]"That's good for you, Hun',"[/color] the guy finally responded, jerking a thumb back over his shoulder towards the [i]Pegasus[/i], [color=silver]"I'm just here to do pre-flight on the bird. Best make yourself at home before they take off without ya'."[/color]

With her head already buzzing with military jingo and visions of medals Trixie wasn't really paying attention to what the soldier was actually saying, her internal monologue filling in the blanks with impressive terms like 'LZ', 'ETD', 'FoF' and 'KP duty'. What did manage to filter through her wildly fantasising mind was that the man had given his permission for her to board the plane, and snapping off another 'smart' salute she smiled happily back at him. [color=bc8dbf]"Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir. A pleasure to be serving with you, Sir."[/color]

Staggering her way up the ramp Trixie let her pack fall to the deck as she quickly fell into one of the unoccupied seat, several small items slipping free of the straining bag and scattering across the floor unheeded by the girl as she smiled brightly and glanced around the cabin at her fellow passengers. A couple of the items quickly sprouted legs and began to trundle their way back towards the backpack, clawing their way up the side of it before coming to rest on top, bright optics glancing around the packed compartment just as curiously as their creator.

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