[b][color=00a651]Fuka Nakano[/color][/b]

Fuka arched an eyebrow at Amelia's apparent realization, all sorts of thoughts running through the older woman's head. Most of them were amused; a young recruit trapped in a contract she didn't like was a tale as old as armies themselves. But Sparrow seemed farther up shit creek than she would have gotten had she just not read her papers well enough. What exactly was going on with the Luftwaffe that they would transfer an active pilot into a PMC, and why didn't the pilot know anything about it?

[color=00a651]"Well, good luck to you I suppose. Hopefully you get that hashed out soon."[/color] 

Fuka smirked dryly at the mention of her family, making a noncommittal noise as she shifted in her seat. 

[color=00a651]"I wouldn't say that. No, they're more disappointed than anything. I'm by far the lowest achiever among my siblings, so it's no surprise that my parents would be a bit put out by my career choice. Can you imagine them trying to talk about me at dinner parties?"[/color] 

Her voice changed, getting higher in pitch as if to emulate an embarrassed mother.

[color=00a651][i]"Oh yes, Fuka used to be an Army Ranger before she was wounded in service of her country, and then she became an officer in the Navy! We're very proud...what does she do now? Oh, ahem, well, she's a 'contractor' I think they call themselves? You know, guns for hire."[/i][/color] 

The Astor-Nakano boys were [u]career[/u] officers; a major and a lieutenant-colonel. Three of the girls were politicians, and good ones too, well-versed in economics and diplomacy and a million other subjects that impacted their constituents. Yōko, the family darling, was staring down the barrel of a term as Prime Minister. 

Fuka flew surplus aircraft and dropped bombs on people who didn't see it coming. 

[color=00a651]"Every family has to have a black sheep."[/color] 

[color=6ecff6][b]Ximena Huang[/b][/color]

Kat seemed to buy into the whole brotherhood of soldiers deal, with her talk of providing fire support for those who needed it most. She was nobler than Ximena was by a damn sight...as if that weren't obvious. Kat had ideals and stood by them, Ximena fled her country to avoid being punished for her failure.  

And yet there they were, sitting and soon fighting side by side. War was funny like that. 

[color=6ecff6]"Well I suppose any friends we have on the ground will be grateful to see you sliding through the sky above them."[/color]

Jefe sipped from her cup as Freyja (damn that bitch to Hell) riffed on her pills comment and Kat responded, looking over her sunglasses in amusement.

[color=6ecff6]"I'll keep an eye out for the good stuff, just for you. I've never been on a base totally devoid of contraband; if you think everyone here is doing their jobs sober you're sorely mistaken."[/color] 

Case in point: Ximena herself. God, she needed a drink. 

Tablets pinged in unison and Freyja finally took the hint, Ximena giving her a friendly wave goodbye. 
 
[color=6ecff6]"Au revoir."[/color] she purred, before turning to face the Battle Kitten. 

[color=6ecff6]"So, what's there to do around here until it's time for the briefing?[/color]