<div class="floatright">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Effiquiy/CyberpunkCovert.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Maxine "Max" Cosinara<br/><strong>Rank:</strong>Staff Sergeant<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Covert ops/Sniper<br/><br/><em>Sarah, I’m the platoon’s medic. Sorry to hear about your recent losses.  Lieutenant Warren is in charge of this mess, but from what he told me he’s going to be busy with paperwork and political bullshit for a while. Apparently some poor kid, Private Key, just got caught with political contraband.</em>Max took the Medics hand.  She held her femininely firm hand shake of a soldier who's spent more than enough of her life around larger more burly male soldiers for only a second as not to hurt Sarah. Max nodded rolling her eyes at the mention of some poor kid getting strung up by a political officer.  "I've seen my fair share of those creeps."  Her eyes searched the room quickly without making too much of a show of it, making sure who was in earshot.  "My last unit lost three political officers in a span of six months to....unfortunate circumstances.  Sometimes I wonder who is more of a threat."<br/><br/><em>David Feather.</em>Nodding to the man as she shook his hand, "Have we worked together before?  You seem very familiar."  She let the question hang as her lips twisted in to a crooked smile, as she realized that the two were sharing some sort of unspoken joke.  She realized that there had to be some sort of sordid piece of information regarding the CO.<em>Just great.  Just what I needed.</em>She thought to herself as she listened to David talk about the rumors of political bullshit and the new front of the fight.<br/><br/>"Things must be getting desperate if they're cobbling together anything they can muster into platoons just for this one offensive.  Our last intelligence report when we went into Tigress IV was that they were mustering their main fleets in a nearby system and Tigress was supposed to be an early warning outpost.  When we got there the place was swarming with ships.  We tried to escape but got our asses handed to us before we were able to jump back to friendly lines.  I don't know what the plan is, but from what I've seen we're getting our assess kicked hard!"<br/><br/>