<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpkarimonero_zps55a1bf27.jpg)</div><strong>Kari Moreno</strong><br/><strong>Back on the airfield, and beyond</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: All</strong><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br/>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br/>Draconis Combine<br/>1 January 3145</strong><br/><br/>After raking Moshe over the coals, dealing with the AFFS liaison was relatively easy for Kari. He’d agreed with the idea of leaving supplies for the villagers, but at the same time, she couldn’t help but note that he seemed almost too enthusiastic about the idea. A part of her was worried that he had more then the villagers’ well being in mind, and that some weapons might ‘accidentally’ make their way into their hands.<em>Or I could just be reading too much into this,</em>she added.<br/><br/>The skies over the airfield roared as the<em>Dark Star</em>descended, the massive dropship landing square in the middle of the captured facility. “All right, everyone!” Kari called out over her personal communicator, keyed into the company’s command frequency. “The Dracs are going to be sending more troops and fighters this way. We’ve done what we needed to and gotten our share of the take, so we are out of here”. The Feds would be doing the same shortly as well, with both groups getting off the world and back to their transports.<br/><br/>Within minutes, the Black Suns were back on the dropship, their ‘Mechs secured for transport and the MechWarriors ready for launch. The craft lifted off, leaving the battlefield and the world behind, burning for its jumpship rendezvous, itself still a few days away. Its passengers, for their part, were now free to spend their time until then in whatever way they saw fit.<br/><br/>Kari, on the other hand, was headed straight for her office/bunkroom.<em>All work is the life of the CO,</em>she considered as she looked over reports while waiting for Allia<br/>