[color=silver][center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/220116/489902c9e0869edfa520f3bb0745ef97.png[/img][/center] [right][hr][color=white][b][b]Cafeteria, Fortuna | In Orbit over Arish IV[/b][/b][/color] February 21st, 3061[hr][/right] [indent][indent][indent]"[color=73748B]A lovely viewpoint, Ms. Holliday. I wish I was still as young and—[/color]" [color=white][i]Captain to exo-pilots, assemble in the hangar and prep your Frames for deployment. We got ourselves a contract. Will debrief you all when I get there.[/i][/color] She took a long, deep breath and let it out in a satisfied sigh, a small smile plastering itself to her face. "[color=73748B]I would love to continue this conversation, truly. Perhaps later?[/color]" Then, shoving her tray to the side—she really didn't know how many nutrient cubes she'd eaten at this point but she really, genuinely didn't care—she shoved her chair back and stood, giving Mox a nod and then turning to William, the smile on her face growing just a [i]little[/i] wider. "[color=73748B]Tomorrow then, little prince![/color]" Turning her back on them, she quickstepped over to the cafeteria door and rammed it open. The smile on her face stayed. Inasmuch as she could really feel emotions, there was one pumping through her right now: [i]anticipation.[/i] She hadn't been on a battlefield—a real, military battlefield (she'd been a Major, right? It was sometimes hard to remember)—in quite a long time. But still, every time she headed to where her beloved was resting, she felt her pulse quicken at the thought of mounting up again. It wasn't long until she made it to the hangar. She'd almost run there, after all, and it was still mostly empty. Finally she reached her goal: on the far left side, two from the edge, was a monolithic beast of metal and bad news. She stroked it gently. "[color=73748B]The joints are looking decent,[/color]" she muttered to herself. "[color=73748B]Hopefully decent enough.[/color]" Last time she'd taken Perses out for a spin, she'd ended up raining hellfire with her induction cannon, missile pods, machine guns and retrofitted plasma cannon all at the same time, and the left ankle joint had broken loose. It had been unusable since. But now? Good as...well, not good as new, but good [i]enough.[/i] Her eyes flicked up to the barrel of the Thanatos folded up on its back. "[color=73748B]Good. Excellent.[/color]" Now all she needed to do was wait for Captain Deckard and the other pilots to get down here for briefing. Well, that and [i]get in the thing.[/i] [i][color=73748B]Where's that ladder gone off to?[/color][/i] [/indent][/indent][/indent][/color]