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[right][hr][color=gray][b]Smith's Rest, New Anchorage | Operations HQ[/b]
March 27th, 2677[/color][hr][/right]
[indent][color=dodgerblue]“I have been ready for approximately two minutes and thirty-seven seconds.” [/color] Stein uttered, in response to Alan’s question.

She stood at the ready, like any soldier would – her eyes observing the two other men as they prepared their kits and readied themselves for their first official mission as a team since Michael Graham took over as acting commander from Sophia Torres. She still remembered her first mission and the fleeting memory of one of the pilots who told New Anchorage to go “fuck themselves” after they got word the way things ran were going to change. In short, they didn’t renew their contract and they were gone before Stein knew it. It was a conclusion she didn’t care too much over considering the fact that they had been one of the few pilots she felt like she [i]understood[/i]. Stein didn’t lose sleep over it, but seeing the hangar missing an extra NC and missing out on particular training sessions was something jarring.

She crossed her arms as she looked to Percy, who seemed to be the last of the three to get ready. Stein wasn’t a people person but she could tell something was on his mind despite the early hours.[/indent]