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When Lucas had graduated from training nearly a year ago he expected to find himself shunted to the nearest base to work some desk job that nobody else wanted. He did not, however, expect to find himself aboard the UEN Subtle Glory being debriefed by the one and only General Saunders O'Malley all while staring out through a large window, which he presumed to be the result of some overcompensation issues, which was overlooking a planet that was not his own. He had to bite his lip to keep himself from smirking at just how giddy he was to be here. "Toto, I've a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore." He thought to himself while listening to the mission debrief. This whole situation reeked of Colonel Matthews who was the very same man that had recruited Lucas, albeit in a rather odd fashion, into the 101st. How else could somebody like him get into a mission like this? A mission, by the sounds of it, that could potentially cause another grand war between the UEE and the Coalition if something were to go amiss. No pressure, right?

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When Lucas had first arrived on the UEN Subtle Glory his first impression of the ship's hanger bay was noise. There was absolutely no other word to describe it. As you walk in you're first greeted by the pneumatic sounds of the automatic doors which then unleashes a torrent of sounds to immediately assault your ears. By now Lucas had become used to it, and more often than naught during the time he had to himself on the ship he found himself nested up somewhere high up in the hangar bay while he let the unrelenting sounds of heavy machinery and jumbled shouts and calls from the workers wash over him. When you're unseen and listening carefully you can learn quite a few things if you're patient. Like how one of the men working on a flight engine for one of the scout fighters had lost a bolt but managed to cut some corners to get it all back together, or how one of the apprentices accidentally sat on a repair torch and bent the nozzle quite badly. Sadly today was not going to be another day to sit on his perch and listen to the noise. Instead of making his way to his usual spot, Lucas made a straight beeline for the ship that was going to be their grand limousine down to the planet below. Although grand was a strong word for it, as the VTOL was anything but.

Climbing up the ramp protruding from the back of the VTOL, Lucas noted mentally that he was the third of the group to arrive at the ship. "Man it's a wonder how this thing can even stay in the air. Those Coalition guys need to learn to let go, eh?" Lucas joked as he took the seat on the opposite side of Matthew Sykes, looking him over with a quick glance. "Hah, and check out the matching uniforms. If this doesn't scream cliche evil corporation from just about every comic, I don't know what does." Lucas looked over at his other fellow passenger and gave her the same lookover he gave Matthew. "My, my, so we've got Mr. Hotshot himself and even a tank. Miss Boomstick, isn't it? 'Tis a pleasure. Seems the brass have really dug deep to get some top of the line people here, not that I'm counting myself of course, I've heard some neat stories 'bout the both of you during my time in training. Always good to keep an ear out, eh? Never know the stories you'll hear." Lucas finished with his signature smirk, and stretched in his seat.

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