<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/><strong><br/>"Gheistwulf, Sloane. Recommend we move south-west at high speed and sweep around enemy positions. If we don't move they'll chew us up Commander,"</strong>Armina spoke over a private comm to Allia. She hoped the woman would agree, it was either that, retreat, or march straight in, and she didn't particularly care for either of those last two options.<br/><br/>The sudden blare of another pilot over the comm channel interrupted her thoughts, and set Armina to looking about through the armored screen of her mech.<em>"Where the hell did that come from?"</em>she muttered to herself. Seeing no immediate threat she pushed the new voice to the side, no time to worry about that, she had more immediate threats to think about. She handled her mech with a practiced ease, she'd been piloting the same beast for over eight years, more than enough time to become accustomed to all of her machine's quirks. She continued to move along with Allia, keeping them covered with the ECM, hoping that would help, of course, being in the open, and with enough time and a tag laser, the enemy could burn through the electronic noise pretty quickly. Allia had to decide quickly, Armina just hoped her new boss would make the right decision.