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A sigh escaped the young man's lips. It was a long flight, nineteen hours, but it was manageable. It was supposed to be simple. Fly down to the drop point, pick up some supplies, and fly straight on 'home'. But no. A mecha had to break down near one of the fronts in Asia, and his plane just had to be the closest one with a mechanic on it: him. Had it been simply damage to the plates, then it could be fixed easily at any base, but the problem was something entirely else and needed a complete rehaul, so Kinosei had to get to 'home' before any repairs could be made. With bags under his eyes and shaky hands from stress of piloting and being so close to the front, he called to 'home' base. "This is the Morrow, A-71. Requesting permission to land in Hanger 2 for emergency drop off the mecha, Tier 5 Trogos."

How many planes were large enough to carry a mecha, anyways? Lucky b*****d...' The thought came to him as he barely heard the response being radioed through and as the hanger doors opened for him to land. It wasn't his best landings, but it was excellent for the shape he was in. Staggering out of the cockpit, he walked out into the hanger and watched as other workers began to remove the mecha out of the plane. A splash of once vivid red, now dulled with rust, reminded him of the 'lucky' pilot. When Kinosei went to give the mecha a check-up, he first looked for the pilot, who unfortunately was heavily injured and dead only hours ago at most.

His head quickly turned away from the blood and the memory and noticed his fellow students. A rather tomboyish girl and another mecha pilot.



[[It's a lot more fun to play an archetype most people don't like or would choose... And sorry. I sort of copied your character's profile a bit for his personality. XD]]
[[Bleh.. Sorry for being so long.. I'm used to writing more.]]

Raya knelt next to the men, then cleared her throat, "Sorry about that. My dad taught me to do it fast, or don't do it at all." She picked up a ring of keys and stood. She smiled at Jack, "I could wake them up for you, if it would make you feel better."

"Pfft." Victoria wasn't afraid of this wuss. Wait, she wasn't a wuss. Victoria did a quick check-over. The girl had muscular, grease-covered arms and was holding an old-fashioned wrench rather menacingly.
Still, she wasn't going to let this girl out-talk her. "Everywhere is your territory when you're a lone wolf," she countered. Behind her back she flicked up a penknife.

Devin

Devin heard the commotion coming from the garage, after a nice stroll through a courtyard. He noticed a fellow St-Op student that went in a few minutes ago. He knew she was St-Op as the student was very good at being unnoticed by most. He decided to follow, with his two Beretta's out. "Hm, better not kill." he muttered to himself as he put those away and pulled out one knife and one Escrima Rattan stick. He snuck in as he heard the last two remarks from the girls. He popped out from the shadows with his hands under his coat to hide his weapons. "Well, hello there young ladies!"

Everything was put to a halt for a few minuets while the techs worked on getting a plane into the hangar. When she caught sight of a crew removing a rather trashed mecha, she scared curiously. It wasn't often that mecha pilots needed to be flown in let alone allowed their machinery to get this torn up. Her eyes took in the damage and frowned as she spotted a spatter pattern that could only be made by blood and them grimaced at how much it had been oxidized. That kid was toast, whoever he had been.
Deciding not to linger on that topic too long she hopped down from where she had been observing the events. With an 'I'll be back' to Astrayl Az made a beeline to the boy staggering from the plane. Obviously fatigued yet uninjured she surmised that he was most likely coming from the cockpit. Without a second thought, she produced a bottle of water for him and stood next to him. "You don't look so good. How long have you been up and where is your copilot? I'm Azrael by the way." Knowing how weary the boy probably was she kept her questions to a minimum.


{{oh man... Posting this took so much patience. X3 iPods}}

Victoria glared at Angel's back. She was unused to being ignored, and unused to not having the last word. She turned on her heel, spitting, "At least the lone wolf isn't slowed by others." With that, she left, heading for the main building. The head of school wanted to introduce her at some weekly assembly.
Victoria paused, wrote something on a piece of paper, attached it to a dart, and fired. The dart shot directly into the table Angel was working at. The message read: Remember the name Victoria Penn. Very soon, we'll meet again.

((Trees, I don't think you really want to know... her family's totally messed up. But if you insist... her dad always left on top secret missions, and one day he and her mom had a fight and Victoria witnessed her dad killing her mom at the age of 8. She ran off and lived in the streets for 3 years until her dad found her and spent another year chasing her because she kept running away. Finally, at age 12 her dad caught her and trained her in stealth and combat until she was 16. She's spent the last year or so killing off random assassins and looking for her father, who disappeared mysteriously.))

"This is Victoria Penn," the principal announced. "She's a new student. I'm hoping that you all make her feel welcome. She is majoring in Stealth Ops and Combat."
Victoria rolled her eyes and waited for the principal to stop gushing over her. When he finally let her go, she trudged down the stairs to some girl whose name was Raya (Hey, you didn't get into a school without doing some research). "Where's Stealth Ops?" she growled.

((Not sure if someone is playing principal.))

Victoria almost jumped. Almost. She tried not to let anything scare her. "I'll be polite when I want to be polite," she snarled. "That look on your face is pissing me off."