Thrones was glad for the noise. Kept her occupied well enough; between the book and the roar of the aircraft, there was little space in her head to entertain the auditory hallucinations that crept into her skull. It had been a week since she was discharged, transferred to Retra Corp as part of an agreement the Legatus Legionis and the corporation’s CEO, and the Sankta caster couldn’t wait to be out on the field again. Sleep had eluded her during the past week, and if there was one thing she could pray for, it would be for the examination to be intense enough to placate her before she began active duty proper as an Entry Global Operator.

For now though, Thrones was reading. The past couple of hours saw whispered fragments of a melodramatic romance novella passing through comms as the Sankta tapped along, apparently unbothered by the uncomfortable environments. A year in the Exercitus Laterano hadn’t been enough to completely stamp out that bookworm softness of hers, and Thrones certainly would have preferred a nice, comfy chair by a warm fireplace to mesh seats in a cargo hold, but sexually frustrated fiction didn’t require much attention at all. The forbidden love of a Durin princess and an Ursus farmhand, after all, only required 30% of her focus to be entertaining.

Soon enough, however, she couldn’t even spare 30% of her attention on her book. As a red-haired Kuranta brought up the idea of introductions, Thrones closed her reader, laying it on her lap as people began speaking up. Chariot, Vlad, and Mule, was it? She nodded slightly; more distractions to keep her occupied was always appreciated, and it was probably a good idea to get to know potential squadmates better. Coughing gently into the mic to indicate her ‘turn’, Thrones said, in a soft, lilting voice, [b]“Call me Thrones. Spent a year or so in the Exercitus Laterano, and I was a literature student before then, so if you’d like any book recommendations, feel free to ask.” [/b]

The white-haired woman paused momentarily, adjusting the sleeves of her jacket. [b]“As for my capabilities…my Arts will take care of the drones and Big Bobs we come across, so long as you keep me covered, Mule.”[/b]