[color=00aeef]Freyja Svensdotter[/color]

Freyja smiled to Kat’s response, gently removing her hand when Kat had finished patting it, she moved out a seat ready when she listened to Ximena’s response, probably not as welcoming, she was one of the new pilots that came before the storm, from what she was managed to, she seemed like one to she probably would have to keep an eye on, as most of her files, especially when the interesting bits were ‘redacted’. 

Still Freyja went about taking a seat. [color=00aeef]“Thank you, I am sure you will recover in no time, I will say though, you call that a plane? It’s more like a flying tank, I feel for the poor bastards on the receiving end of it. Especially with an over six and a half foot tall glamazon operating it”[/color]

Taking sip of her coffee, Freyja, listened on with what she assumed was the conversation the woman was having before she came and joined them.  It seemed an interesting point she had joined them on. [color=00aeef]“Although true, pills for profit is still illegal in some places, not that it seems to be an issue with much more immediate problems around, I guess the trick is knowing where to look."[/color]a slight smile appearing on her features.

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[color=f7941d]Amelia Schön[/color]

Amelia listened to what Fuka had to say, it appears the time in her air was not much more than herself, two years more experience, and what experience it was by the sound of it, so many places the pilot had been compared to herself, probably doing stupid amounts more sorties than even she would even dare to guess to. What caught her eye though, like herself this was her first time joining a merc outfit. 

Then there was the question, how did she end up here? A pilot for hire and honestly, she was not frilled about it either. [color=f7941d]“Believe me, it was not by choice.”[/color] She paused for a moment. [color=f7941d]“Our leadership back home, wanted to increase our efforts with the N/UN in several areas, one of which was putting a pilot into shattered steel…. There were several candidates, I was one of them, frankly when they put the idea to me I told to park it up their ass. My loyalties are to the Luftwaffe, I spent my career fighting PMC’s, pilots fuelled by greed or some other personal gain.”[/color] She sighed.

[color=f7941d]“However my superiors disagreed with my reasoning. They ordered me out here, So here I am.”[/color] She shrugged. [color=f7941d]“I am not here for the money, or to be some god damned hero, I'm just some crazy chick that loves flying and serving my country…. I suspect there may be another reason I got sent out here, but I need to speak to someone first to clarify that.”[/color] She paused once more, realizing she was rambling on. [color=f7941d]“I’m sorry, I am rambling on, If I am honest I am on the fence, maybe this place may be different but from my experiences I just don’t trust PMC’s… No offense.”[/color]

[color=f7941d]“Actually you said it was your first time right? Guessing from the theatre’s you have operated in, your former US air force or JSDF? What brought you to a merc outfit?”[/color] 

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