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petko · 12-20-2011, 01:49 PM,

After another seemingly endless shift, Lucia prepared herself for the next scheduled patrol aboard the Missouri hangars. The automated conveyor line sluggishly uploaded new ammunition, its sound was a like monotone child's goodnight song, continuously repeating itself with each upload becoming more and more tantalizing. She circled the Guardian checking the hull integrity one last time before removing the fuel supplying hose. Ship itself seemed in perfect shape, completely neglecting the extra service hours it's been put under. [color=#33CC00]''Always good to go eh? You still need a heart'¦ so that's up to me'' she thought while sliding her hand down the fighter's wing.

The calm clanking sound got abruptly interrupted by a static transmission, enough to get anyone's attention as the picture cleared out quickly. She walked to the terminal suspecting it could be the annual distress call during this late hour. Her expression remained unchanged as she browsed through the late night special advertisement until an image appeared, featuring her like free product. The text was of no concern to her, neither did she read it, walking back to the fighter Lucia gazed upon her reflection in the Guardian's glass.

She turned back again reluctantly at the recruitment poster and ran fingers gently over the right side of her face.

''I look'¦ normal.'' [color=#33CCFF]*she whispered with a slight pensive smile*

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