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[center]Horizon Parade Route-[color=0072bc][b]Beryl Harken[/b][/color][/center]

Rather than the extremely impressive war machine currently drawing the gaze of her companions Beryl's attention was on the woman below their balcony. Asian features, not too unusual in a mass driver city like Horizon. She carried herself with the kind of bearing that most members of the military learned to recognize. Although this person seemed to wear it like a set of armor. The jacket she wore was a bit odd though. Leaving aside the strangeness of wearing such a garment in these warm temperatures it held some interesting insignia. If Beryl had to guess she would have said it was from a Walker squadron.

The weird thing was that Beryl didn't recognize the woman. She knew all of Horizon's pilots, their names and faces at the very least. The Asian woman below them wasn't one of them. Was she on vacation? A bit young and stiff to be retired. Maybe she wasn't a pilot at all and Beryl was just overthinking things.

[color=0072bc]"Excuse me."[/color] She called down. [color=0072bc]"Where did you get that jacket?"[/color]