<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpkarimonero_zps55a1bf27.jpg)</div><strong>Kari Moreno</strong><br/><strong>In her 'Mech, in the desert, in a fight</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: Allia, </strong><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br/>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br/>Draconis Combine<br/>1 January 3145</strong><br/><br/>With the turrets down, there had’t been much left to do; the remaining DCMS on-site security had surrendered rather quickly, especially when confronted with the fire-breathing demon dog that was the<em>Sarath</em>. By the time the AFFS transports and salvage crews had turned up, the Combine soldiers had been neatly secured.<em>I guess samurai honour is for Mechwarriors or something, not bottom-grade grunts</em>.<br/><br/>Her<em>Black Knight</em>had stood watch, ‘waving’ the supply convoy onto the airfield before joining the other Black Sun ‘Mechs. Confident that the area was secure, Kari powered down, clambering out of the baking oven that was the BattleMech cockpit and into the relative cool of the desert sun. Circumstance and personal wealth (or lack thereof) left her using a traditional coolant vest and shorts, leaving her elaborately tattooed limbs almost entirely bare.<br/><br/>Spying Allia, she gave a nod towards her Lieutenant, headed over to where she was perched on her BattleMech. “Not too bad, all things considered,” She began, waving to the woman. “Salvage and payment will more then cover all this, and the Feds are looking mighty happy. I’ve also called the<em>Dark Star</em>to come over to pick us up when they’re good”<br/><br/>She offered a small smile. “So how are you?”<br/><br/>