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Slapping the release on her harness Trixie leapt up onto her feet calling out [color=bc8dbf]"Sir Yessir!"[/color] in a bright, cheery tone before turning to her pack. Quickly pulling the oversized rucksack onto her back the technician began marching down the ramp onto the tarmac, seemingly oblivious to the sheer amount of things falling around her as she bounced from foot to foot. In her wake some items began to follow on their own legs, lifting and pushing the rest along to follow her as Trixie followed the lights across the runway towards the nearby cluster of buildings.

Peering around her the tech took in her surroundings, examining every detail she could as she tutted to herself. [color=bc8dbf]"Whoever's in charge of the air conditioning around here has no idea about the correct placement of ducts and vents,"[/color] she murmured under her breath, eyes tracing the walls from one armoured shutter to the next as she mapped out the paths as if she could see through the walls.

A moment later she turned her attention down to her ankle, where one of the small droids was pulling incessently on her cuff. The small automaton was urgently gesturing in a different direction, and it took a minute for Trixie to realise she'd wandered off of the assigned path. Quickly she broke her stride to scurry back into line with her fellow cadets, before once more bouncing along in what she thought was a properly military fashion. [color=bc8dbf]"Thanks sparky,"[/color] she 'whispered' down at her little friend, [color=bc8dbf]"That coulda been embarrassing."[/color]

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