<div class="floatleft">(http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc235/phillymynx/ec6fd896-2367-4fc6-bbba-e3a526e7ee17_zps22068cda.jpg)</div>Armina Sloane Farkas<br/>Dalton<br/>Dalton System<br/>Duchy of Oriente<br/>5 February 3145<br/><hr/><br/><em>Shit</em>, Armina thought to herself. Her mech had been a bit left and slightly behind Allia's. She saw her Ghost turn and pick up speed as the warning screamed over her speakers. Instinctively, Armina followed. If she ran from her leader, the ECM bubble her mech projected wouldn't cover them both, exposing Allia to a potentially murderous lock on, assuming the pirates hadn't all ready managed to penetrate the electronic jamming her mech produced. She kicked her mech's throttles open and her fairly nimble medium mech exploded into action. As she moved her eyes never dropped to the controls, she knew every dial and button as if they were a part of her body, instead she kept her eyes glued to the mountain where the enemy fire emanated.<br/><br/>As she moved she thought about these pirates. Most pirates preferred energy weapons or low cost ammo like machine guns. Arrow systems were expensive, especially the homing kind. That's why so many raiders, and even merc groups switched their mechs from ammo systems, too often the costs just ate up too much profit. The conclusion popped into her head; these had to be more than just simple pirates, somebody had to be backing them.<br/><br/>She glanced down at her sensors once more, silently cursing the lack of any targets to lock onto.