<strong>Allia Rowe<br/>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios Airfield<br/>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br/>Tagged:</strong>Everyone<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/___protector_of_time____by_vincentxyooj-d5lw1gq_zps59496fa9.png)</div><br/>Allia parked Gheistwulf along the outer edge of the main hangers were the equipment and supplies were being stored.  Pushing the heavy door in the back of the mech's head brought a rush of cool air that washed over her sweat soaked hair and head like a cooling bath.  She closed her eyes and breathed in the ozone free air for a moment, letting it send an icy chill through her lungs and body.  Her body suit did a lot of keep her cool, having been a new design of Defiance Industries for mechwarrior comfort.  The suit carried coolant throughout her body rather than just along the chest and torso like old style suits.  It also interfaced better with the mech's controls, allowing her better control of the movements.  There had been some advantages to her family being in good with the company when she lived on Hesperus II.<br/><br/>Unsnapping the top buttons and pulling the zipper to mid-chest, she let the cooler air spread inside the suit.  It was apparent to anyone looking close that her chest was bare skin under the suit.  She climbed slowly onto Gheistwulf's shoulder, finding her favorite foothold right above the missile launcher to sit down on the warm armor and watch the salvage ships land and take on supplies.  It had been a good fight.  Her armor worked like a charm as usual.  They hadn't seen her coming until the first barrage of PPC's and missiles screamed into their perimeter.  The best part had been the constant attempts to hit her as she pulled them towards the main line.  Visual cues seemed to get close, but nothing locked on.<br/><br/>She smiled as she thought of the the kill shot on the Clint.<em>Pure luck</em>She thought, but accepted whatever she could get, especially being outgunned by a mech like a Clint.  Strike had done a good job today, they'd kept their heads and followed their procedures and came out with a pretty effective pincer maneuver.  The Crusher's either didn't know what they were doing, or were caught completely by surprise, either way it was a good day.<br/><br/>Allia scribbled lightly in a small sketch book as the other members of the company slowly arrived and settled into a defensive perimeter around the arriving salvage transports.<br/>