[i]"Okay, everyone, look alive - get your GEAR harnesses on and yer pilot suits. Suit up for a briefing in ten minutes. Time for your first exercise!"[/i] Colonel Blade's voice rang through the quarters. Myrina hurriedly threw the rest of her things onto her bed and made her way to the quartermaster, still cramming her arms through her pilot jumpsuit. She lost herself in thought as she trekked down the narrow corridors. Most of the others assigned to the Roughriders had had a bit of military background. [i]Actual[/i] military background, in comparison to the civilian militia service she had been part of. That wasn't to say she was any less experienced; the militia had taken on their fair share of fighting. However, the distinction between herself and her peers put her on edge a little. She would make it a point that she was just as effective as them, though - she had promised herself that after her formal assignment. 

Myrina had a good feeling she knew why the Colonel had picked her up. Counter-insurgency was the touted "specialty" of her unit back home, thanks to long hours spent with LDF personnel on specific tactics and procedures to maintain security around the border. It was an important skill, in hindsight, what with all the spies from North and South making Landren their business. Not to mention the false flag operations, where Landren had to look beyond the uniforms and get a clear identification on the aggressors. Myrina surmised that it was this knowledge which brought her to the [i]Claw[/i] and made her valuable.

After fastening her harness and retrieving her helmet, Myrina found the briefing room and took a seat, awaiting the rest of the gang.