<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><br/>“I don’t know everything that happened, or how badly the fleet and the operation as a whole was crippled by the orc attack. We started the day on the Roger Young, which was ambushed and boarded. Our unit put up a hell of a fight—we secured one deck, blew up several of those organic boarding craft, and Sergeant Paige even secured the bridge when it came under attack. And from what I heard it was brutal just getting up there.  Unfortunately, there were even more boarding craft inbound, more than we could have handled. The captain was dead and Paige gave the order to abandon ship and set the auto-destruct. That was pure hell, had to get all the wounded in my infirmary to escape pods and had to leave two behind who would not have survived the acceleration.  We managed to get a lot of people off the Roger Young, at least—many of the escape pods and three stolen boarding craft. I didn’t realize humans could pilot those things, but fortunately it’s possible.  Last I heard, the overall operation is still going ahead despite the setback—the orcs are firmly entrenched on one of our colonies, and we get to fight for all that territory, meter by bloody meter.”</em><br/><br/>Uncertain if anyone had actually noticed her entrance into the berthing area, Max picked up parts of the conversation being led by a small asian girl talking to a taller guy who she could swear she had run into at some point in her life.  His demeanor and build gave the look of special ops trooper more than a mobile infantry grunt.  She dropped her gear back on a nearby cot and slowly strode over to the pair.  "Actually, it's worse than you think.  Two black ops infiltration teams were ambushed on Tigress IV three days ago.  The orcs seem to know where we are before we get there."  Max looked around at the tattered gathering of troopers unsure of how to deal with the apparent lack of discipline or control.  "Their pulling anyone they can from the units who are falling back to fill units going in.  I was part of the 123rd Rangers, or what's left of them I guess.  I'm Staff Sergeant Cosinara.    Everyone calls me Max."  She offered a hand to the young asian and the taller man hoping to at least get things off on some sort of good note.  "Who's in charge of this platoon?"