[color=ed1c24][i][b]Meryl[/b][/i][/color]

Meryl was on a lift in the hangar helping out with maintenance on her dragon. [color=ed1c24]"Hey, Storm."[/color] she called out, riasing her hand. The gigantic dragon, shot its head downwards to look at its pilot. [color=ed1c24]"Give me five!"[/color]. Storm exarch responded by gently lifting its massive hand and pressing it against Meryl's. Meryl took an immense amount of pleasure from having trained her dragon to be so damn cute and obedient, by her own standards at least, but in truth it was all a ruse. Her smile faded as the pilot inspected the hand and more particularly the barrel of Storm Exarch's right cannon. It was a huge affair that you could easily work inside of provided you could convince the dragon to stay still for long enough to clean the whole thing. It was a long drop if ever storm decided he needed to put its arms at its sides. [color=ed1c24]"Switch!"[/color] Meryl called out and Storm exarch obediently lowered its right hand and brought its left to meet Meryl's. He looked very pleased with himself.

[color=9e0039]"Attention: all Pilots, proceed to Situation Room A for briefing. Briefing will start at 1900 hours. Thank you."[/color]

Makes it sound so urgent when we have an hour to get there... Refocusing Meryl stared down the barrel of her little monster. This time however there was something out of place. Turning around she nudged a tech. The man was probably of average height and reasonably well built for a middle aged man, but Meryl was taller and broader. It was still weird to her that she was so different now. Once a small, frail and broken little girl and now a sort of monstrosity of human form. At least she wasn't broken. 

[color=ed1c24]"There's something down the barrel."[/color] She said pointing out a dark protrusion down at the bottom. [color=ed1c24]"Unfortunately I've got a briefing to catch so you'll be on your own for it."[/color] The tech just nodded and got to work.

On the way to the briefing room Meryl caught the back of King leaving a room with a chess set in hand, quickly followed by a crowd of people. She looked for the man who had played King. Meryl had set the man up so she knew who to look for. That said it was only a coincidence that she was going to have this debriefing now instead of much later. [color=ed1c24]"How'd it go?"[/color] the pilot asked cheerily. However, after hearing how the match went she was significantly more disappointed. [color=ed1c24]"You let her get a pawn all the way to your side? It's like you let her win."[/color] It was another unsuccessful information op. Meryl was determined to beat King at chess, but she wasn't just going to go in unprepared. She wanted to know the enemy first. Unfortunately, most of the crew was of no help at all. Maybe she'd just need to pester Dion about it.

Sighing Meryl made her way to the briefing room with plenty of time to spare and sat there running through games of chess in her mind.