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Creative Chaos~~~~~
The faces of those present, those that were supposed to trust her and her skills, began to appear upon the open page of her sketchbook. Every so often, shining light hazel brown eyes would dart from the speaker, over to the sketch, then back to the speaker.
Scritchity-scratchity. Scratchity-scritchity.
Her first priority was to calm down. Not zone out. But Zone In. Drawing was helping, focusing, releasing tension and worry. Slower, deeper breaths and a calmed heart she had now.
Back into memory she fell, recalling her initial meet with Victor Steiner. How was his reaction? Amicable as always. Turned down the smoke as always. Keeping his distance from her as always. Did she just weird him out with how she tried to introduce herself? Yes, as always but no. For he had addressed in that informal yet affectionate term she called herself. Hey, Money? she would ask. Ja, Aces, he would respond. And that was good enough for her.
Scritchity-scratchity. Scratchity-scri--
A hint of a smile touched upon small pink lips and the pencil dropped softly upon her sketchbook and the headphones were removed from around her neck. The drawing was becoming a painting in her head as names and faces, facts and imagery from the floating glowing dossiers, connected with the voices and demeanours of those present. Those that were supposed to trust her and her skills. These were the Lady's lil' birds. She was mama and they were her babies. She would take care of them while they were in her nest. Buckle up, babies cuz vroom-vroom, it's gunna gets bumpy and mama Aces gunna see ya through!
But no, she would not weird them out right now with her stupid sayings.
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Aimee's suspicions were correct when she found out that beside her was Nellie Jung. Sniper, spotter and good ol' eagle eyes for Spies n' Eyes teams. Dressed up all pretty in camo too. Bags under eyes, but not from being tired. I remember you. I helped wire you up. Friendly and cute too. Nellie had that tremendously calm voice when she spoke from behind concealment, listing off targets, positions, weaknesses and numbers from afar. That Dead Calm voice. Oh, yeah and this here chick could rain fire upon you from a kilometre away and hit you in any vital she chose. And... wait! Didn't Nellie have some kind of bake sale too or something... yes! Those cupcakes... ? Oh hnnnngh!
The first to reveal and tell was Robin. Danny Phantom. He scared her and now knowing that he was a thief did not set her mind at ease, but she knew him from wilderness and some roof-top extractions in the Academy. Ground and air sims. One time she was waiting for him and broke procedure. She lit a cigarette. A tree branch reached out and smacked her wrist. The whole ride back the Lezzad let her know about just how stupid a move that was. The. Whole. Time. But he was Squad Leader now. She glanced around at the rest of them gathered. Prolly the best choice.
Sloan. Ughs. He was next. Yes, Aimee remembered him. What a long winded douche. Perhaps it was just his nature but Pretty Boy, as she knew him did not sell himself to her. At all. They were pretty much polar opposites after all. He wanted to break into peoples minds; get them to sell their soul to his silver tongue'd remarks. She was all about resistance and thinking outside the box. He is talkative. She is quiet. But he had a cool car. Aimee remembered that. Prolly his redeeming quality to her; he knew how to take care of his ride.
Arryn. Boom-Boom! That's what she called the chick back at Academy. Yes, they had been in many classes together, but they worked Surveillance and Communications for the most part. Aimee was always surprised at the cool things Boom-Boom came up with and it actually rubbed off on Aimee. Yes, Aimee was a good mechanic, but she learned a few tricks and quick fixes from the chick. She showed her some crazy radio and cell jamming that was sooooooo the shiz too! That and the lavender headed chick had nice legs too. Short skirts ftw! Yayuh! But Aimee's girlfriend Erin, hated Boom-Boom and not because they had the same name spelled different; it was because of the drawings Aimee sketched of her fellow Logi. Rawwwwzzzz....
Jacob. She did not know much about him but perhaps they ran into each other at the Academy. Actually she was sure of it. Mama bird taking care of her babies; headcounts and gear counts when transporting the Assaults into sims and what not. Baby-Face! Yes! That's right! He sooooooo did not look the part, but he was one that Sergeant Mizuna said 'had game.' Several meanings about having 'game.' Because Aimee did remember that in the Rec Hall, they had set up a bigscreen and played some kinda weird four person black-ops game... and Lady Aces' girl Boom-Boom was like totes pwning the shiz out of Baby-Face and Money. Who run the world?! GIRLS!!! Yayuh! Maybe Pretty Boy was playing with the fourth controller too? Maybe not. Too busy blabbering off and trying to get laid most likely. Ewww... toucher.
Suzumi. Oh wow. This chick was bad news. She was an Assault. But a reeeeeeeeally bad-ass and murderously trigger happy Assault. This chick scared the shiz out of Aimee. As with Sloan, Aimee kept her distance from this one. Yes, it was cute that she mistakenly called an ice-breaker a nuclear powered ice boat, which is actually a reeeeeeelly cool machine, but at any rate, Aimee did not smile nor laugh when Suzumi mentioned such a thing. There was no way she wanted to be seen in any way shape or form laughing at this kind of chick. She had that kind of rep back at the Academy and now here she was part of Div. Six. They were supposed to trust each other... 'see how long that lasted...
She almost lost control when Victor piped up. She wanted to hoot and holler, when he introduced himself as 'doktor.' Because he was so much more than that to her. Massages! Oh, yes, she loved to get them from him, but it was not 'like that' between them. And now Aimee had to look away from him or she really would have lost control as soon as he was done with his intro. She wanted to cheer so badly and let everyone know that Arzt was her boy! Money! Yayuh. Because... back at the Academy... he...
Vic was my only friend. Fo'sho....
Then came Nadia and Aimee perked right back up. She had no idea what the Assault just said because she was focusing on just how sooooooooooo hot Nadia was and just sat there and stared. And stared. Hot. So hot...
Aimee regained control when Deuce intro'd himself. He was really tall and that's all she knew about him. That and he was always talking and chatting people up back at the academy; how did he ever get his studies done, Aimee always wondered. Oh! And she remembered him now! He had the reeeeeally cool motorbike that he reeeeeeeally hated for anyone to touch. It always seemed to idle too low, but that was just Aimee. And noooooooo, she could not touch it. Nooooo, everyone knew that. Even the ones that decided to wrap it up in plastic cling-wrap as a joke. But Aimee knew nothing about that, noooooo, cuz she would never touch the Ninja! Ever. Ev. Ar.
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Then it was her turn.
The feet of her chair groaned out as it slid against the tiled floor when she pushed back to allow her room to stand. Both hands then smoothed out her black skirt then both hands retreated behind her, left hand holding her right at the small of her back. Chin up and eyes forward, her posture was tense and rigid but worthy of inspection from any higher ranking officer.
Just don't weird them out. Keep it to yourself, Aims...
“Askins, Aimee-Katalina. Call-sign: Lady Ascension.” (Cuz I gets ya hiiiiiiiigh! Lady Aces gots her wings on tonight, sir! Yes, Sir!!!)
“Logi. Pilot and Driving Specializations. Expertise with dozens and dozens of vehicles transport, combat and civilian grade; land, sea, and air. More than enough hours logged in both sim and live combat. Proficient in repair and teardown. I will fix your broken wings or pimp your ride. Communications expertise, in field, home base, set up, tear down, you name it, I'll patch you in.” (I'm your Mama Bird, you're my babies. I gets you there, I gets you out, no doubt! I'll drop all hell from the heavens for you, I will even run red lights through for you, I'm sooooooooo middle-finger lickin' good! Lock n' load! Fire it up, biyatches, keep that oven warm cuz Mama bird be bakin' you Aces! Fo'sho!!!)
“Bloodline: Artemesia Gentileschi. Creative, artistic genius with tools of her trade mastered and always under her control and vision. Hard-wired for success in a world against her. Free-thinker in a time when women were considered non-thinking items. Unrelenting ice in a world going up in an inferno. Behind enemy lines, I will not break. Under the thumbscrews... See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil. And In the sky, on the ground, neath the water I'll see you get there, I'll see you home.” (I am a Leaf on the Wind; I am Fire from Heaven; I am a Flower Petal to the Metal. Yayuh.)
“I'm a reserved gal who keeps her mouth shut unless it's worth it.. But make no mistake... I'm not shy to shine. I am Lady Ascension and I will rise above the world for you when it's time.
A pleasure to meet you all and a pleasure to serve with you at Div. Six.
Thank you.”
(Light me up that cigarette cuz you just got served by Miss Aces! Fly girl, getcha high girl! That's right, err'body! 100% vagina in the cockpit! Sing it!! Wuuuut!!!)
All apprehensions and feelings of being out of her league dissipated as soon as Aimee nodded her red-beret topped head to their squad leader, Phantom and to the rest of them. They were all bad f'n ass. Capital F'n.
But as of now, she felt pretty bad-ass herself. She smoothed out her skirt then took a seat. After crossing her legs, she tossed a brilliant hazel-green eyed wink and flashed a fond smile over at Money over there to cap it all off. Bad. F'n. Ass.
Fo'sho.
