[center][h2][color=662d91][b]Anastasia "Ana" Korolev[/b][/color][/h2][/center]
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Anastasia listened in as everybody checked themselves in after the journey to their operation zone. As she halfway listened, the girl hummed to herself and pulled whatever information she could get access to on the others' werks down to learn about their capabilities. Meanwhile, she shifted in the antigravity field that held her suspended within the Tayna cockpit. She couldn't actually see her comrades out the front of the cockpit, being housed in a separate unit to maintain the Tayna's secrecy for just a little bit longer. Once they arrived, the Tayna was already analyzing the battlefield below, borrowing the NOAH's sensors to pick targets. Identifying a single unit that seemed to be on its own for the moment, and even away from what she could guess to be where friendly units or civilians might be, she started running the calculations. Anastasia attempted to mentally prepare herself for the battle that was no doubt coming, given that it would be her first. With a deep breath, she closed her eyes for a moment and let herself merge with the machine she was piloting. Allowing her mind to assist in the calculations as she felt a familiar embrace, almost if from an old friend, all around herself while the procedure continued. A way to calm herself, as the calculations were easy to handle and emotionless. They carried no fear with them, no threat of imminent destruction and an abrupt end to the life she had so recently gotten a taste of for the first time. Something she was not willing to give up.

A small beeping in the back of her mind made the girl suddenly aware of the fact that the calculations had finished, and her path was locked in. A chilled breath left her lips as she could feel goosebumps and something building in her gut. Unease? Something like that. Fear? Most certainly. Before engaging her piloting controls once more, Ana quickly slapped herself hard across the face. Using the pain to focus herself on the task at hand, she couldn't even afford seconds of self-doubt or anything to cloud her mind during the drop. As she shoved her hands forwards into the holographic gauntlets floating in the air, the girl could hear and feel her werk coming to life. Deep within its core, the alien drives that powered the experimental behemoth let out a dull whine before sharply increasing in pitch, then falling silent as they settled into themselves. Lights flickered on within the cockpit, painting it a dull green before they shut back off and various holographic screens appeared around her head. Looking through the status of all parts of the werk she once more nodded then pushed away all screens except those relevant to combat. [color=662d91][b]"воин."[/b][/color] She said softly to the werk as the whole cockpit brightly illuminated for but a moment before darkening again in acknowledgment. Her werk online, she let out a sigh as she reached forward and grabbed the antimatter rifle hanging just in front of the Tayna, a signal which caused her little hangar to start decompressing. 

Anastasia waited, the decompression finishing just moments before they got the command to drop. Of course, by that time the girl had already loosed her werk and was about to disembark. Opening up the comms channel, Anastasia addressed her squad quickly. [color=662d91][b]"Пусть Бог следит за нами. Tayna, deploying for maximum impact landing."[/b][/color] The girl said, as her werk left the ship she added once final comment. [color=662d91][b]"Извините Катя"[/b][/color], knowing the member it was aimed towards would understand her words as she left before Katya gave the orders to the squad. Rocketing down through the atmosphere, Anastasia closed her eyes once more to assist in the moment to moment calculations, allowing the raw data to flow before her eyes instead of using the visual method to judge her distance. The Tayna's Anti-Gravity Generators occasionally firing to control the speed and course of the fall. She was coming in fast, but not wanting to go off like a nuclear bomb or lose her life. Instead aiming for a fast landing, with a rather destructive side effect for her chosen victim. Altitude numbers flashed before her eyes as the girl's fall continued and she aimed towards her target. Suddenly the numbers "flashed" within her mind and her eyes flew open. With a few motions of her hands, she activated the powerful phase shift engine within the werk. The very atoms that made up her werk suddenly changed their properties to make the werk able to sustain the impact that would occur in the next few seconds. It was now or never...

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[center][u][b]TRANSLATION TIME:[/b][/u]

воин = Warrior
Пусть Бог следит за нами = May God Watch Over Us
Извините Катя = Sorry Katya[/center]