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NCQ — Season I: Favors for Favors

@LHG100
Last post location is wrong. ;D

NCQ — Season I: Favors for Favors

Can we make this the picture of Graham?

NCQ — Season I: Favors for Favors

Post feels alright... Mostly used just to get her in contact with the two mechanics she has and to buy some time.

NCQ — Season I: Favors for Favors

T A H L I A S T Y L E S

Hangar #08 - New Anchorage

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Tahlia listened to Graham's last words, noting that there would be a physical evaluation and that they had only one month to train before they needed to participate in this test. She smiled to herself, knowing that for the most part she would be able to pass many of the required tasks. All she had to do was brush up on the skills that she learnt from back home and make sure that her time away from the Land Down Under hadn't had any overall impact. There was however one issue that she was not pleased about. A seven meter tall issue that stood right in front of where Tahlia had ended her tour.

The last time Tahlia had stepped into a true bipedal NC was when she was in her teenage years. While the physical appearance may have been similar to what the AFW Mk.8 in Bipedal mode, the internals was where everything changed with the thought process being very different. It was different in the same way that a car and a motorbike were different. Everyone knows how to use the indicator and when to check the mirrors, but the added difference was understanding how to balance the vehicle, that the gear changes are on foot pedals, and the accelerator is in the wrist controls.

"So this is why they are issuing me a loan NC," Tahlia spoke out, as she watched Stein bound up the monster like an ape climbing a tree. It wasn't the only reason as Tahlia knew that her NC would need a fair amount of work in order to bring it back up to spec, but this new piece of knowledge was a major hurdle indeed. She turned away, pushing her bag back up onto her shoulder, and slowly walked down the open hangar until she eventually ended up at her bay. Hangar Bay #08.

Tahlia's feet came to a standstill, landing on a channel grate at the hangar entrance with a echoing chime as she looked up and saw the toy that she had learnt to play with for several, long years. The brown and gunmetal grey NC loomed over two men who were at it's base, sitting at a table, on milk crates, with a deck of cards between them. They paused for a moment, looking up at the unusual woman that was standing at the open entrance.

"Is this your beat-up pile of crap?" One of the men called out, checking to see if Tahlia was the pilot.

Tahlia walked towards the table with a smile on her face, "Yep. Won't deny it. She's cactus alright." She picked up a third crate and dropped it on the ground next to the table, taking a seat with the two others and tapped the surface with her fingers, indicating that she wanted a set of cards dealt to her. They looked at her with a curious gaze, noting the jacket that she was wearing and her obvious Asian appearance.

"So then you're Tahlia Styles, I assume," the individual with the deck in his hand spoke out, giving a reverse introduction and dealing out a pair of cards to each of them.

Tahlia nodded as she noted the 5 face down cards that were placed in the centre of the table, making it now obvious that she had entered into a Texas Hold'em match. She asked back, "And you two are?"

"Philip," Philip flipped the first card over, showing it's face value.

"Thomas," Thomas pushed a pile of nuts and bolts over to Tahlia, giving her some chips to play with. "We got allocated Hangar #08 so it looks like we'll be working under you, Miss Styles."

"Since you already know my name, then I assume you've read up about what needs to be done to my NC?" Tahlia picked up the cards, holding them hidden and checking out the face values.

"Naturally, but it doesn't look good. Going to need a LOT of parts to get this puppy back to life. Dead Fuel Cell, every weapon has some form of damage, and your Trakdar System is filled with software bugs. We also heard that you'll be practising your sync in the old Mad-e unit over there." Thomas pointed his finger to a hangar further down from which the Mad-e could just be seen sticking out of, "Shame really, cause young Madison is still in a coma, meaning that the NC hasn't been used since her incident. When you're ready, just give us a shout and we'll set it up for you."

"Alrighty then. So tell us a bit more about this place and the pilots. We'll look at starting work on my NC tomorrow, but for now... I need a break from the clowns I've been stuck with all day."

The two men chucked lightly as they each started to place their bids.

Awilix (Closed version)

Been a lil crazy my end, but all good. Glad to see you got a post coming. I might work on another soon (when I'm not at work today lol)

NCQ — Season I: Favors for Favors

If it's only an afterthought, you could hold off to have it as an intro to your next post. Like an action that is just reactionary.

Wouldn't have to be too long. Up to you though.

NCQ — Season I: Favors for Favors

Just simply....

Oh... My... God!!!!!

:D

Artifacts of a Lost Civilisation - ( Kitsune & NuttsnBolts )

Alyon gently lowered her body onto the rafters, using what Fraya had said as a guide for how she should move forward. Carefully and slowly, she spoke to herself, making sure that she didn't let her slowly elevating heart rate take over with an unwanted rush of adrenaline. The last thing Alyon wanted was to make a sudden move and give away their position. She slowly moved forward ahead of Fraya, placing her hand one in front of the other, moving quieter than a mouse. She had made it a few meters when she felt the damp surface of the rafter below her fingertips. She held up her hand, motioning for Fraya to stop before the two would bump into each other.

"The timber is wet!" she mouthed back quietly, looking to Fraya for ideas. They were close. The artifact was just within their sights with Alyon seeing the gentle glow that was radiating from the object itself. It stood proudly on a pedestal but the number of guards around, it was going to be difficult.

Alyon looked at the man that Fraya had told her to carefully avoid. He was below them, to the side a little, but still below. Slowly she shuffled forward, placing her hands ever so gracefully on the timber surface for her petite body to cross. Alyon could feel her muscles begin to shake and shudder from the fear. One false move and they were going to fall down onto the floor below, and just as if her own thoughts had jinxed her, Alyon felt the short jolt in the rafters.

"CRACK!!!"

The timber must have been wet for some time because the rotting inside it gave away their position. The sound echoed throughout the chamber, repeating it's tone as it echoed down the corridors.

"Shit!" Alyon swore, knowing that their element of surprise was gone.

NCQ — Season I: Favors for Favors

T A H L I A S T Y L E S

Mess Hall - New Anchorage

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Tahlia held back for a brief moment just outside the door of the eatery. As much as she enjoyed the smell and taste of her cigarette she knew that not everyone would have the appreciate the smoke wafting around over their food. She placed the stick up to her lips and drew on the orange filter end, giving the tip a bright glow as her lungs filled with the healthy assortment of toxins and chemicals that was bound to kill her eventually, that was unless another NC killed her first.

"Close enough," She spoke to herself as she pulled out the smoke, glancing at the fact that it still had about a centimetre of good tobacco left before it dead. She twisted it around in her fingers, placing it between her index and thumb before giving a flick out into the snow outside. The gentle hiss could be heard as it instantly extinguished itself on the cold landing. Tahlia turned and stepped through the doorway to see that the others had already started their greetings, Alex at the forefront introducing himself and getting extra friendly with the man who called himself as Percy, while some of the others were standing as ridgid as telegraph poles, saluting their superior. She knew that this wasn't going to be a full on military team, that their skills and view of order may be lacking, but the children that were accompanying their elders came as an eye opener to the Tahlia.

One child, a girl with a name of Ana, was what looked like to be a child less than ten years old. She had much of the same appearance as Percy, her father, with red hair and freckles, only younger and more feminine. The other girl had the distinct name of Vera Voloshyna. She was older, maybe a teenager, and she had the typical European like appearance from what Tahlia was able to gather. Blonde hair, bright eyes and soft skin. She dressed and acted in a similar manner to the one known as Eli, a woman who appeared as pale as the snow outside.

"Graham? I do have a question—" she injected, keeping her tone down as low as possible, purposely leaving out the 'sir' part, "Why do we have children, here, on a military base?"

Tahlia knew this was not the sort of place that one would want to bring up 'a family'. What was the chances of these children seeing something they shouldn't? Had they already seen the horrors of what was to come from operating an NC?

Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

<Snipped quote by NuttsnBolts>

A girl's? This could be the Twilight victim in me speaking, but the premise seems far more like something an upper-class 50-year-old woman would crank out in her large amounts of free time.

@Sombrero

Probably true, but I do know some younger girls who were reading the books too.