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Deep behind the walls of Crimson Command a woman clad in red sat in a rather nice office chair, smoking on a Cigar as all around her were piles of books, using her free hand to flip threw a stack of paper documents, she had a rather bored expression to her face, punctured by brief smirks of amusement. New recruits had came in for the so called PMC's, so the ranks need a reshuffle.. Home to a regiment of troops and in some cases their families, her Iron Slayers Corps often got the first pick of the new litters and the older troops aside, though none the less her three Squadrons would be lopsided in terms of ranking. "Well at least this time they almost meet the full compliment.." As the time passed in ideal amusement a decision was reached with a final review in mind.
"Hmm... So a Tech mage from high society, with her less than praise worth sister.. Good records on both, and they have been on the base for awhile.. Ah well I guess I can babysit them, that weapon of her's might be worth the investment, the sister is too good of a pilot to just throw away.. We'll transfer them from the 3rd Company.. That Machine of hers would be useful.. Communications.." Writing down her notes with her one free hand when not flipping pages, she moves down the list
@Skyswimsky @The Perfect Cadence
"Irene should stay in my squad, her knowledge of the lay of the land makes her valuable to her fellow mages.. Though I wonder if she's still haunted by that.. Ah well at least her mentor was one I would never add to the collection... But will the same be said of her?"
@Karyra
"Oh, one of the few Natives eh? Arc Evangeline.. Promising scores in theory and tactics, but still untested, commissioned is she? We can't have her dying just yet." Jotting her down for transfer, she would see what this one could do with her own eyes. Two years seemed like a lot, but with the Knights a year of that was spent in training..
@Clarentonia
Next up was the Old Sergeant, as if there were any need to consider keeping the Old Iron Horse where he was, he was her central NCO and preformed his duties well, to think they let the old man go because of a few minor wounds and age.. Though that suit of his was a Mass Production model, he still burned with the fires of Revenge to reclaim his homeland..
@Astros
"Hmm..Zeal, What boonies was he from to have one name? I do like that look in his eyes.. Sniper is it?.. Seems to follow orders well enough, but his previous command considers him bad luck for lose of machines.. Machines are easier to replace than men.. That's good Luck, he can sup with Death and walk away.. Squadron fire support.." Marking him down his lack of rank likely dealt with his perceived lack of ambition, rather than lack of skill.
@ERode
"Oh, almost immediately frocked to Sergeant out of training, Originally from the 128th Independent Mage Battalion.. Very powerful if not in need of seasoning.. Ah.. So that's why he joined." Taking more notes, this one worried her a little, his motivation could prove problematic, but his test results were impressive..
@EmperorsChosen
Next up was a girl with cold blue eyes narrowed into angry slots that looked vaguely familiar.. Noting some discrepancies on her paperwork, the woman in Red flips through more notes in a flurry before comparing histories, with a wide smile of amusement this would be too good to pass up. While a potential problem she simply could not let it go. "Ah well, I'll do you a favor, Girl that shares that Hawk's eyes.. Though do try to not die while running through something.."
@Akashi
Finally there were three others or were noted possible options, but those files could be read later on... Putting out the cigar with a deft motion in an ash tray, the woman calls out to a uniformed male standing at attention blocking the doorway beyond. "Take these files, first stack goes to Captain Esfahan and the Second Stack to Captain Ishmael." Snapping a smart salute, the young man pauses, looking at the third folder, his blonde hair and youthful appearance betraying a sense of confusion. "Major Siminov, what about the Third folder?"
"Hmm, keen eyes..or the presence of mind to question... These, I want you to take them and track down them all. Have their machines or Mage gear brought to Bay Three. Them as well, within the next oh... forty-five minutes. On that note, do get those scary pair of twins to move it themselves, they get rather defensive if the mechanics go for their baby. Ah, minus these last couple, I'm curious if they'll come in of their own regard, or if one of the other squads will take them instead, those files I'll be keeping."
"Yes Major, was there anything else?" Pondering that she smiles thinly. "Have my Machine ready for Deployment, and have some of those little round pastries and Coffee brought down to them, let them mingle about.."
"Ma'am...the food I understand but your unit.."
Smiling a bit Yaona's red slit pupils meet his, unwillingly wilting at them they seemed more like the eyes of a demon than of a beast or human, her parting words only sent more disquiet through the young soldier however.
"Oh? Can't you smell it? Blood is in the Air. Let them have some fun before they set off to Hell."
With that dispatch orders were quickly sent and soldiers were summoned to the new hangar bay, left to their own devices for a brief time till their Commander would turn up for her speech. Or whatever she had planned, either way it wasn't just them, as ragged Technicians and Mechanics quickly got to work bringing in frames and lockers for Mage equipment, crystals, various equipment and lastly Cooks and privates came in carrying plates of various pastries and hot coffee for the Members of the First Squadron. Overhead hanged an insignia on a banner with the Unit's official name and at the center of it all stood a large bright red Knight Frame, weapons being loaded onboard, as the flag flew above it like a standard of old, as if to be welcoming those being escorted there.
And so a seemingly uneventful day would begin, a new world for some, a continuation for others.
(edited for typos because I'm tired today)
"Hmm... So a Tech mage from high society, with her less than praise worth sister.. Good records on both, and they have been on the base for awhile.. Ah well I guess I can babysit them, that weapon of her's might be worth the investment, the sister is too good of a pilot to just throw away.. We'll transfer them from the 3rd Company.. That Machine of hers would be useful.. Communications.." Writing down her notes with her one free hand when not flipping pages, she moves down the list
@Skyswimsky @The Perfect Cadence
"Irene should stay in my squad, her knowledge of the lay of the land makes her valuable to her fellow mages.. Though I wonder if she's still haunted by that.. Ah well at least her mentor was one I would never add to the collection... But will the same be said of her?"
@Karyra
"Oh, one of the few Natives eh? Arc Evangeline.. Promising scores in theory and tactics, but still untested, commissioned is she? We can't have her dying just yet." Jotting her down for transfer, she would see what this one could do with her own eyes. Two years seemed like a lot, but with the Knights a year of that was spent in training..
@Clarentonia
Next up was the Old Sergeant, as if there were any need to consider keeping the Old Iron Horse where he was, he was her central NCO and preformed his duties well, to think they let the old man go because of a few minor wounds and age.. Though that suit of his was a Mass Production model, he still burned with the fires of Revenge to reclaim his homeland..
@Astros
"Hmm..Zeal, What boonies was he from to have one name? I do like that look in his eyes.. Sniper is it?.. Seems to follow orders well enough, but his previous command considers him bad luck for lose of machines.. Machines are easier to replace than men.. That's good Luck, he can sup with Death and walk away.. Squadron fire support.." Marking him down his lack of rank likely dealt with his perceived lack of ambition, rather than lack of skill.
@ERode
"Oh, almost immediately frocked to Sergeant out of training, Originally from the 128th Independent Mage Battalion.. Very powerful if not in need of seasoning.. Ah.. So that's why he joined." Taking more notes, this one worried her a little, his motivation could prove problematic, but his test results were impressive..
@EmperorsChosen
Next up was a girl with cold blue eyes narrowed into angry slots that looked vaguely familiar.. Noting some discrepancies on her paperwork, the woman in Red flips through more notes in a flurry before comparing histories, with a wide smile of amusement this would be too good to pass up. While a potential problem she simply could not let it go. "Ah well, I'll do you a favor, Girl that shares that Hawk's eyes.. Though do try to not die while running through something.."
@Akashi
Finally there were three others or were noted possible options, but those files could be read later on... Putting out the cigar with a deft motion in an ash tray, the woman calls out to a uniformed male standing at attention blocking the doorway beyond. "Take these files, first stack goes to Captain Esfahan and the Second Stack to Captain Ishmael." Snapping a smart salute, the young man pauses, looking at the third folder, his blonde hair and youthful appearance betraying a sense of confusion. "Major Siminov, what about the Third folder?"
"Hmm, keen eyes..or the presence of mind to question... These, I want you to take them and track down them all. Have their machines or Mage gear brought to Bay Three. Them as well, within the next oh... forty-five minutes. On that note, do get those scary pair of twins to move it themselves, they get rather defensive if the mechanics go for their baby. Ah, minus these last couple, I'm curious if they'll come in of their own regard, or if one of the other squads will take them instead, those files I'll be keeping."
"Yes Major, was there anything else?" Pondering that she smiles thinly. "Have my Machine ready for Deployment, and have some of those little round pastries and Coffee brought down to them, let them mingle about.."
"Ma'am...the food I understand but your unit.."
Smiling a bit Yaona's red slit pupils meet his, unwillingly wilting at them they seemed more like the eyes of a demon than of a beast or human, her parting words only sent more disquiet through the young soldier however.
"Oh? Can't you smell it? Blood is in the Air. Let them have some fun before they set off to Hell."
With that dispatch orders were quickly sent and soldiers were summoned to the new hangar bay, left to their own devices for a brief time till their Commander would turn up for her speech. Or whatever she had planned, either way it wasn't just them, as ragged Technicians and Mechanics quickly got to work bringing in frames and lockers for Mage equipment, crystals, various equipment and lastly Cooks and privates came in carrying plates of various pastries and hot coffee for the Members of the First Squadron. Overhead hanged an insignia on a banner with the Unit's official name and at the center of it all stood a large bright red Knight Frame, weapons being loaded onboard, as the flag flew above it like a standard of old, as if to be welcoming those being escorted there.
And so a seemingly uneventful day would begin, a new world for some, a continuation for others.
(edited for typos because I'm tired today)
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