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[center][h3][b]Anna Mustang[/b][/h3][/center]
[center][i]Soldier of Denver-Vegas[/i][/center]
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[b]Haven Base:[/b]

The clicking of heels echoed through the Haven base's many halls. While the volunteer group met their new commanding officer, Anna Mustang wasn't far behind. Her arrival was late, but with looks and a suit like this, she was bound to leave an impression. If the crowds at home were anything to go by, people loved a dramatic entrance. It was for that reason that Anna was determined to make the most dramatic entrance she could.

Anna could already picture the scenario. 

[i]She would swoop into the briefing room and introduce herself with a curtsy.[/i]

[i]"I'm Anna Mustang, the pilot of the Lug," she'd say. "I'm so sorry about my late arrival. I was a bit busy with some other things, but enough about that. So, how are you all doing?" She'd adjust her tie and say, "I hope you're all feeling as good as I am because I'm looking to kick some Red-Star rear. I want to send them off with their tail between their legs." Everybody in the room would then stop and give her a brief cheer.[/i]

[i]"Nice to have you on board Anna," They would say.[/i] 

Seeing a fresh face should boost the overall morale of the group. It had to be at a low considering how mixed that last conflict was. That is how it went down in her head at least. After all, military service was not supposed to be simple. Anna understood that. However, she couldn't help but imagine such a...rather cartoony outcome as she didn't understand military life. She was just here to pilot her NC and finally prove she deserved a spotlight.

"Just stick to your guns, Anna," she said aloud. "This will be simple and easy." She continued her route and after asking a few different patrols for directions, finally made it. "Remeber," she told herself as she opened the door, "Simple and easy." She took a breath and began her speech. "I am Anna Mustang, the pilot of the Lug. I'm-" She took a brief look around the briefing room and cut herself off. Realizing now probably wasn't the best time to be herself, Anna took a seat. "Don't mind me. I'm just taking a seat."

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[center][h3][b]Julian Curtiss[/b][/h3][/center]
[center][i]A Hand Of Gears[/i][/center]
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[b]Red-Star Floating Supercarrier Kuei-Ren[/b]

Julian sat in the chair of his, rather small, quarters. He watched as the gears in his cybernetic fingers twitched and turned ever-so-slightly. Sitting back here was nice but, his fingers ached to pull the trigger. Julian yawned as he heard the voice of Osamu over the intercom.

"Oh great, more alcohol," Julian said to himself, "like that will take the edge off." Julian wasn't quite sure why, but he never could bring himself to drink alcohol. There was just something in the back of his head that told him not to. It was like those dreams he was always having; there was no rhyme or reason behind it. Looking up at the intercom speaker, Julian shouted "Why don't you just wake me up when you need something shot. How does that sound?" He knew nobody could hear him, but it felt good to say nonetheless.