[center][color=f9ad81][h3][b][u] T A H L I A    S T Y L E S [/u][/b][/h3][b]Hanger #8 - New Anchorage[/b][/color][/center]
[hr]The pilots at New Anchorage were dropping like flies and in the last two weeks Tahlia had seen a fair few of them leave the compound, tail between their legs, whimpering that it was all too hard, all with the exception of one... The notorious Alexander Sky.

Even on day one she knew that he would be one that caused trouble; remembering how she had to beat some common sense into the boy in order to force him to obey his master. Alexander was born a slave to the Red Star and he believed that he could fight his way his way into freedom. In this world, however, freedom was represented by the simple piece of metal that was fired out of the barrel of a gun and there was something ironic in the knowledge that Sky was now deceased while attempting to follow his delusional dream. This is where Tahlia had taken full advantage of the opportunity.

[color=f9ad81][b]"Easy!!! EASY!!!"[/b][/color] Tahlia called out as she stood on top of her NC and guided the power cell into the Torso of the Spyder. For the past four days ever since Tahlia found out about the slave's death she had been instructing Thomas and Philip on how to carefully salvage a Red Star NC for replacement parts. The Power Cell was simply one piece that she had her eye on. [color=f9ad81][b]"Will ya fucken look at that. She bloody fits! Haha! And it's tighter than a nun's nasty."[/b][/color]

The cigarette was bought up to the mouth and rested between her lips as she applauded the effort of the team achieving something remarkable. For the Aussie this was Christmas all over again and it meant that she was one step closer to being back in the killing game.

[color=c4df9b]"Tahlia, it's past twelve. We've got this covered if you wanted to go for some lunch,"[/color] a voice from the crane cockpit yelled out towards the Pilot.

Thomas' words prompted Tahlia to pull out her Datapad and check the time, realising that he was correct and that she should have a break. [color=c4df9b]"Fair enough"[/color] Tahlia replied as she made her way over to the hoist in order to let herself down from the top of the NC.

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Tahlia wandered down the hallway in order to enter the Mess Hall, drawing the last few puffs of her cancer stick so that all that was left was the yellow filter. She was about to flick away the cigarette when she noticed an orange hair child pass through the entrance doors with Percy following behind him.

[color=f9ad81][b]"Ey, ey, eyy!"[/b][/color] she announced, holding up the back of her hand in order to stop the father in his tracks. It was probably the closest Tahlia had been to him seeing as how she made little effort to get to know the other pilots. [color=f9ad81][b]"Who's the shrimp you're following like a creepy old man?"[/b][/color]

Tahlia looked at Percy noting that her taunt was possibly adding to that annoyed expression, either that or he was already in that mood for some reason. It was something she had seen a few times before whenever his little one was causing mischief in the lunch room, giving him a reason to scold the child and tell her to behave. Whatever the case the scene that Tahlia witnessed didn't make sense to her and considering what had been happening lately, she wanted to make sure she knew exactly exactly what was going on and who any new people were.