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[right][hr][color=white][b][b]Smith's Rest | Transit Station[/b][/b][/color]
January 16th, 2677[hr][/right]
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With the new recruit's arrival the tram journey had finally stopped, destination: Smith's Rest. Tahlia peered out the window towards her new place of work, finishing her soothing cigarette which she had purely lit out of frustration, knowing with a degree of certainty she would be entering into a land of hungry dogs and military nobodies. A weird sensation of deja vu from a decade long forgotten, stepping into what would be the lower ranks once again to receive orders and follow commands; the song may have changed but the dance was still the same.

Attack…

Shoot…

Kill…

One-two-three. One-two-three…

For an NC pilot the dance would never change.

It was a hard lesson for the former Red Star to understand at first, one that was forced onto her from the day she was admitted into the NC program. An endless cycle of vigorous training schedules which would leave her bruised and battered, followed up by a series of long sessions where she was plugged into a Neural Core for hours upon end. Red Star only demanded the best out of their pilots and sifting through the weak at a young age was one way they guaranteed their quality. If you broke, you were dismissed — to place it kindly; however if you survived you would just become another cog in the machine.

This is one reason why Tahlia held back as she let the others disembark the tram the instance it arrived at Smith's Rest. She wanted to assess them in the same way her previous corporation assessed her and her comrades, and by doing so a couple of the pilots had already took her notice before the two European youngsters who decided to create an unnecessary ruckus. One of which held a real yankee accent, commenting on the possible idea that they were about to start an army.

[color=8f735b]"Someone didn't do their research before applying,"[/color] responding coldly as she dropped her duffle next to the feet of the scrapper, [color=8f735b]"Yer feral bush-pig wouldn't be signing off an app form with Commander, ey?"[/color]

Tahlia let out a cocky chuckle whilst a fresh ciggy entered her lips, muttering to the man as the flame flickered before her face — purely for the fact that he never made a peep during their trip and hadn't annoyed her. [color=8f735b]"Fucken imagine that. You call out to all these pilots from across the lake and you pull a swifty. Deadset I'd be pissed!"[/color][/indent][/indent][/indent]
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