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Dannie's voice dripped with malice and perverse glee as it came through the commlink. 
[color=00a651]"I [i]want[/i] the alarms on. I want them to know I'm here."[/color]
Recompense moved into formation with the rest of the assembly, shock spear in hand. The hum of her mobile suit's Franken-reactor could be just barely heard by any suits directly adjacent to her as she rolled her shoulders.

All systems were optimal and she was more than ready to tear someone apart. She blew smoke from her nose as she worked the controls and double checked the harness keeping her locked into the seat. Everything was set, now she just needed something to break. She raised her shield in anticipation and brought her spear parallel with the ground. Her spear was a frightful thing, all cobbled together with a mess of electronics welded to the length of it, the last seven feet or so arcing with electricity as though the weapon itself were hungry for battle.

Dannie herself could hardly wait. There was nothing in existence that brought her more happiness than using her mobile suit. By herself, she was a crippled ex-pirate with no marketable skills that didn't involve violence. When she was strapped into the cockpit, she felt almost invincible. She might not have been a drug user, but she had an addiction of a different sort.